#now if you’ll excuse me my sleep gummy is kicking in
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did you hear about what Martin said about Susan and Linda on the Twitter space he hosted on the 27th? i thought of you instantly when he started talking about them and have been waiting for you to post your thoughts! :-)
HEHE YES IM THE ONE WHO’S QUESTION LED TO THAT!!!!!
Now for those who didn’t listen to that space, Martin said that Linda called her to say goodbye but never specified how it went of course. Besides “hey Susan I’m leaving sorry this is really impacting my mental health” “gaaaaaaaaaaey”/j
This is all a personal headcanon but I like to think that their friendship grew incredibly distant ever since Linda married Felix, Susan probably stopped talking to her altogether for a while and it would leave Linda very confused and upset. They might’ve started talking to eachother again a little bit as the series of events began to approach but only very brief small talk, maybe Linda complaining a little and giving Susan a few life updates and them both talking about stuff they’ve been noticing with others lately (especially Felix’s drinking), but nothing deeper than that.
I see Susan being extremely emotionally closed off to most people except maybe a select few that she knows very closely, so if you were to ask her what’s going on in her life she’d give you a very vaguely watered down version and not what’s actually going on or how she’s really managing herself emotionally.
So basically she used to be more open with Linda, but during that period she sort of just started treating her like a stranger.
So when Linda called her first to tell her that she’s finally leaving, Susan acted how she usually would, keeping it calm, understanding and respectful and wishing her luck, but she won’t really show any more than that. Or that she cried later and felt pretty bad that they couldn’t be so close anymore and that she’ll probably never be able to make up for herself acting so distant for the past many years again.
Of course this all comes from how I view Susan as a character myself though and also the fact that I refuse to pass up the idea that she has feelings for Linda. I like to think that she introduced her to Felix cuz Linda was getting more desperate to find a relationship and Susan was getting weird thoughts so in a panic she shoved her off to him so she could avoid the urges. They’ve been boiling within her since highschool and she always was able to push them aside or excuse them as “she’s just my very close friend I don’t have many close friends so she feels extra special” and as the years went by they began distracting her a lot from her work and were growing stronger and more unavoidable aaand they were really beginning to affect how she’d interact with Linda and you see Susan hates feeling like another has any control over her and Linda just wouldn’t shut up about hooooow badly she wants a relationship and hoooow many dates keep failing and Susan was at the point to where she was starting to get the kind of dreams that make you stare up at the ceiling in horror when you open your eyes in the morning so one day when she overheard Felix speaking about being single and wanting to start looking around, she decided to introduce her to him. Susan allegedly never finds a problem she can’t fix in some way so that was her solution.
They hit it off, Susan’s solution isn’t working for some reason cuz she doesn’t feel any relief at all and in fact feels worse but just sucks it up and just focuses on her work and looks the other way. Linda and Felix get married, Susan feels like throwing up the entire day and now feels somehow even more worse by now and suddenly whenever Linda wants to chat she’s suddenly always “busy” every time. Susan’s often busy anyways but you know yourself when there’s a difference between “shit I’m busy that day, let’s do Sunday instead” and “Sorry I can’t, I’m busy”, “I don’t know when I’ll be available.”
While Linda and Felix were dating, Susan probably assumed that she was just jealous that she couldn’t have a little fun at her age herself. When they got married, Susan told herself that she’s probably so depressed over it cuz it’s making her feel like she’s fallen behind others her age and that maybe she feels bitter that all of these people are moving on and going through these important life stages while she remains behind. Which made no sense otherwise cuz Susan couldn’t give any less of a fuck about starting any sort of family or going out. But that’s what Susan would tell herself that she feels so she wouldn’t have to think about it any further. By the time Susan thinks she’s over whatever it was, she begins having brief talks with Linda occasionally. Not often and still a bit distant, but way better than before.
So yeah can you imagine how shitty and guilty Susan felt that whole time of her weird bitterness toward Linda being in a relationship and not being able to approach her much anymore or how Felix turned out to be such a shitty husband.
If this headcanon is aligned with twf’s canon, she’d probably be dead before she even gets to actually acknowledge and accept her feelings as they are. Such is life though. Not like she could’ve done anything about it.
#tldr Susan is emotionally stunted as fuck and has no idea how to identify her emotions and struggles a lot with strong emotions. she’s the#poor bastard type to stand there light a deer in headlights whenever someone cries around her#you ask her how she feels and she doesn’t react on the outside and is like ‘it’s cool’ but deep down she’s falling to her knees and crying#plus she’s a busy woman and got no time for gay shit like pining#idk if u wanted that whole hc ramble but take it anyways (˘◡˘)#it’s cool that you thought of me though!!! means a lot I like it when I’m the first someone thinks of when it comes to susan Woodings :^)#now if you’ll excuse me my sleep gummy is kicking in#the walten files#twf#sulinda#twf sulinda#twf susan x linda#the walten files susan x linda#linda thompson#susan Woodings#headcanons#I remember after Martin announced them being school friends and that Susan introduced her to Felix I made a post mentioning how I see her#haven done that to push Linda away so she could avoid her attraction fo her and how that blew up in her face lol#and he liked the post heehee obv I know that that doesn’t mean it’s canon but it is to me 😁😁😁😁🌼#i stg if this is incomprehensible to read#I’m too tired to proofread and I just wanna post this lol
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It Isn’t Enough (Captain Syverson x Reader) [Request]
Thank you for opening requests, i love your writing!
If you feel up for it: I like fics where one is an complete asshole in the beginning but notices it after some time and tries to make it better/apologizes.
So maybe a Captain Syverson fic where you are an soldier that comes new to his troop and he for whatever reason starts to humiliate her/has her do drills that would be extreme even for men and does that for days. And reader never complains because she hates beeing seen as less for being a woman, but is completely exhausted.
And idk either she collapses and some point or for extra drama gets wounded in a fight because she cant defend herself because she is so weak from his treatment. And he notices what a asshole he was.
Idk something like that would be awesome but I love all your fics, write whatever you like 😄 — Requested by anon
Hooo boy, anon, this was fun to write. Not sure you’ll like the ending, though.
Warnings: gunshot
Gif Source: calebduume
You wanted to punch Syverson in his goddamn face and make him bleed. Perhaps that was a byproduct of growing up with two older brothers, of having to fight and scrape your way to be “valued,” but the urge to beat Syverson into submission was strong.
It was bad enough you were the only woman assigned to his unit. It was worse still that he was holding it against you.
When the orders had come in that you were being assigned to his unit, you had balked. Bunch of grunts like that were guaranteed to make hell for you—even more so because you were being sent to them to help deal with the female population. The men intimidated the women and therefore were missing out on vital intelligence.
It chafed you that you were solely being selected based on your sex. You had gone out of your way to distinguish yourself in the hopes that you wouldn’t be seen only as a female soldier. You had performed comparably with the men in most categories and had exhibited great improvement in the ones you were lacking. Your old CO had lauded you for your diligence and determination.
Only now you were back at square one, dealing with a captain who clearly did not want a woman on his team of brutes.
You refused to let him see it, but you were suffering. As part of his campaign to scrub you out of the unit, he had you working unpredictable hours. He had you running the perimeter at two in the morning after only an hour of sleep, then made you clean the toilets. The other men noticed but didn’t quite say anything. Only one dared to offer you sympathetic glances and tried to shoulder some of the excessive responsibilities being heaped on you. When Syverson caught on, however, the man was punished alongside you.
When the summer arrived, some four months after you had been assigned, Syverson had you running suicides at high noon. You nearly collapsed from heat stroke, but you persisted, aware he and the others were watching you. After, you shambled into the building, clothes soaked with sweat, and made it to your room before passing out.
An hour later, Syverson all but kicked down the door. “Get up, we’re rolling out.”
Flushed and still shaky, you glared up at him. “Yessir.”
The muscle in his jaw twitched, but he stormed out, leaving you to suit up.
You knew something was wrong when you had trouble getting into your gear. Your fingers fumbled, and you felt dizzy, the floor rocking beneath you. You struggled to think straight, everything fuzzy inside your head and out.
Get it together, you hissed inwardly, and then you were out the door.
The merciless sun beat down on you, cooking you in your fatigues and body armor as you moved with the others through the empty square. Everything baked in the heat, waves shimmering off the streets and buildings. Your vision wavered as you scanned through the haze.
The silence stretching over the market square should have set your nerves jangling, but your unsteadiness countered that, making you trudge after the others without a word. Something fluttered in the corner of your eye. Squinting, you turned sluggishly toward it, saw a figure leaning against a building.
Why are they doing that, your addled mind asked.
Pain exploded through your chest, knocking you down. You didn’t so much as cry out, the breath in your lungs gone. The dirt pressed into your face, shoving your sunglasses against your temple. Gunfire cracked around you. Heavy hands yanked you back, dragging you across the dirt with ease. You faded in and out, hearing shouts as you were flung to safety behind the Humvee.
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You woke slowly, grainy eyes peeling open unpleasantly, as though every grain of dirt and sand had worked their way under the lids. Mouth gummy, you swallowed thickly and tried to get your bearings, your head pounding. The room around you resolved into the medic tent.
A light breeze toyed with the flap of the tent, making the harsh sunlight play in jagged lines across everything.
Voices cut through the fog in your head.
“You almost killed her!”
“It’s not my fault she didn’t see—”
“She should never have been out there! Thanks to your drills, she was suffering from heat stroke!”
Silence.
You tried to elbow up into a sitting position. Pain flared through your chest, another wave through your skull. You groaned despite yourself.
The flap smacked open as the medic stormed back into the tent, rushing to your side. “Whoa there, take it easy.” He eased you back down onto the bed. “You took a bullet to the chest on top of the heat stroke.”
You glanced at the IV stuck in your arm and the saline drip attached to it above you. “Everyone…okay?”
The medic arched his eyebrows.
“Yes.”
Captain Syverson’s voice sent a jolt of surprise through you. He stood at the foot of the cot, arms folded over his broad chest. He didn’t quite meet your eyes, his brow creased deeply. Dirt clung to his features, plastered there with sweat.
The medic fussed over you for a few minutes, checking vitals and talking to soothe you. You ignored him, painfully aware of Syverson’s presence and resenting it.
“I want to speak to her alone.”
The medic shook his head. “I don’t think that—”
“That’s an order.”
The medic glared at him for a long moment before relenting, backing out of the tent. You shifted uneasily on the cot, tensing as you felt Syverson shift his attention back to you.
“You’re a stubborn fuck,” he growled.
Your mouth curled into a snarl. “Save it for when I’m back on my feet.”
The muscle in his jaw clenched. “You should have said something about the heat stroke.”
“Why? To give you the satisfaction of having ‘beaten’ me?”
He glanced away, making you frown. The man usually stared you down, not flinched. “I’m sorry.”
The words took the breath out of you. “You’re joking.”
“I don’t joke. I shouldn’t have run you so hard.”
Shaking your head, you leaned back against the pillow. “Well, it worked. You’ve successfully driven me out.”
“What?”
“I’m requesting a transfer.”
The statement hung in the air between you both, stifling. You heard Syverson shift on his feet. Good, you thought. Leave.
“You should stay.”
You blinked, glanced at you him. Had you heard him correctly? “Excuse me?”
“Don’t make me repeat it.”
“Why should I stay? You did everything you could to make my life a living hell.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
You couldn’t tell if he was being genuine. You scrutinized his face, the way he couldn’t meet your eyes, as though terribly uncomfortable. “Why did you do it? Because I’m a woman?”
The words seemed to be yanked from him. “I didn’t think you could manage it out here. I didn’t think you should.”
It was exactly what you thought, but it still stung. Hand curling into a fist, your bruised chest aching, you said, “I guess you were right.”
“I’m trying to say I wasn’t,” he growled.
“Just promise me the next woman sent to this unit doesn’t suffer the same treatment.”
His lips pressed into a thin line. “So you won’t stay?”
“No.” You let your gaze drift up to the tent’s canopy. “I’m done. With all of it.”
Syverson moved to the tent flap. He paused, his shadow stretching across your feet. “I am sorry.”
“It isn’t enough.”
#Captain Syverson x Reader#Captain Syverson#Captain Syverson imagine#Henry Cavill x Reader#Henry Cavill#Henry Cavill imagine#Sand Castle (2017)#Netflix Sand Castle
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Twice Mina x Male Reader
4179 words
Categories: smut, oral, anal, richgirl!mina
I wrote this in two sittings and spent zero time editing this.
“You'll do nicely."
"Excuse me?"
"I said you'll do nicely. Don't make me repeat myself again."
The words came abruptly from a stunning blonde woman approaching you, wine glass in hand and a blank expression on her soft features. She had on an elegant blue dress with a slit on one side that showed off her long legs. Each step she took her high heels echoed as she stepped closer on the hard wooden floor.
"I'm afraid I don't follow Miss-"
"Myoui. Myoui Mina, but you may refer to me as Mina."
She finished her glass of wine before she placed it on a nearby waiter’s tray before continuing her explanation. The place was packed enough that you felt the need to escape to a nearby corner. Mina seemed to have the same idea.
"Okay, Mina. What can I help you with exactly?"
"I'm looking for companionship."
You furrowed an eyebrow at her words. You had come along to this gathering as a favor to one of your friends who had spent months preparing it, only to not have seen them in the last hour.
"Certainly there's someone better to pick than me?"
Mina huffed.
"There's not, look around. Nothing but boring rich men that can't keep their eyes off me. I'd rather die than spend another minute with any of them and having to hear about their yachts."
"Well, I certainly don't have a yacht to bore you, with Miss Mina."
Mina smiled for the first time of the night since she approached you, giving off a hint of her gummy smile.
"Perfect. Then it's settled. You'll come home with me."
Bluntness was her game here. The more Mina spoke the more intimated you felt.
"I'm sorry? I barely know you, Mina."
"What's to know? I'm lonely, I'm rich, and I think you're attractive. Do you really need anything else?"
Mina didn’t seem like she was used to rejection given what little information you had been given about her.
"No, I guess not."
"Good, then come with me."
It hadn’t been much longer than ten minutes before she had abruptly introduced herself, and yet you found it hard to resist such an offer.
"My driver will be here in ten minutes. Follow me,” she said before you could even answer her, and at this point there was nothing that could compel you to deny the companionship of such a perfect woman.
Mina led you into a more quiet room away from the hustle of the crowd, positioning herself in between two white curtains.
“I don’t like to know anything about the men I’m about to sleep with, but you may ask me three things. No less, no more.”
Mina talking so casually about what was about to happen didn’t match her innocence face, but her confidence was still incredibly appealing.
“How old are you?”
Mina frowned. “You know better than to ask a woman her age, don’t you?”
You gritted your teeth and cursed yourself for being so dumb. Talking to women wasn’t your strong suit.
“Why are you looking for a companion? A woman like you should be able to get any partner she pleases.”
“I’m not looking for a partner. I’m looking for someone to have fun with. Now that’s one. You have two left.”
“Where are you from?”
Mina hesitated before answering, her flashing an expression of disappointment.
“This isn’t a job interview, make your questions count. I’m from America, but I’m Japanese.”
If Mina wanted a little spice well you were going to be sure to give her some as you knew exactly what to ask her.
“What’s your favorite position in bed?”
Mina smiled again and answered right away. “Doggystyle. I love being on my hands and knees bent over so a man can admire my ass while he’s fucking me,” she said as she grabbed the bottom of your tie and played with it before using it to pull you closer.
You felt her hot breath blowing in your ear before her voice turned into a whisper.
“One minute until my driver gets here. Touch me,” Mina said seductively as she looked into your eyes and you didn’t need to be told twice.
Your hands wrapped around her slender waist as she wrapped an arm around your neck and kissed you. She grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on her bare leg, leading you deeper into the slit of her dress as your lips found the crook of her neck and kissed it in several spots.
You savored Mina’s taste on your lips as your hand slipped further into the slit on her dress, stopping just before you reached her thigh which she didn’t approve of, giving a glaring look that urged you to continue. Your hand traveled towards her crotch, waiting to find the barrier of underwear but never finding any as you felt the soft flesh of her bare pussy, not feeling a single hair.
“Surprised? I never wear underwear, it just gets in the way,” Mina smirked. “Come on, he’s here.”
You followed Mina out of the venue and into an awaiting black sports car, heading into its comfy back seat as you closed the door behind you.
"Where to, Miss Myoui?"
"Take us home. Step on it."
"Right away. I see you've found a new plaything."
"Hey, don't scare him off."
The car sped off as Mina kept her gaze focused on you, her hand caressing your thigh.
"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight."
"Mina, this dress looks so good on you."
"It's going to look even better on the floor. Now no more talking," Mina said and you unexpectedly felt her small hand cupping your crotch as you sat in silence.
"You feel big. Can't wait to feel this inside me."
Mina left the car and led you towards her rather large house, multiple cars out from and a gated entrance surrounded by a beautiful garden.
As soon as you entered Mina pulled you against her small frame against your body, pinning you against the entrance door as her soft sultry lips crashed against your own.
"Bedroom. Now," Mina demanded as she broke the kiss and kicked her heels off, her wide hips swaying as she led the way to the bedroom.
"Undress me."
You ran a hand up Mina's back before finding the zipper of her expensive dress, dragging it down as far as it would go.
Mina did the rest, letting the blue dress fall from her shoulders and fall down onto the ground as it crumpled into a heap. She was right, it did look better on the floor.
You didn’t know much about Mina in the short time you had met her. She was beautiful and elegant and very well off but seeing her this way without a single layer of clothing, completely nude took your breath away.
Mina looked so damn good naked. She gave off a shy smile as your eyes roamed every inch of her, focusing first at her beautiful legs that went on for days and thick creamy thighs. She didn’t even know her name, and yet you wanted her so bad as you saw her incredibly toned abs and immaculate tits. Mina’s perky breasts weren’t huge, but they weren’t small either, they looked like they fit into your hands perfectly.
“Enough staring, strip and get up here. A woman should always be pleasured first, ” Mina said as she climbed the bed, keeping her stoic gaze on you and couldn’t agree anymore. You quickly matched Mina’s state of undress as you removed your clothes, leaving a pile in the middle of the floor as you joined her on the bed.
“You listen well. I might have to keep you around,” Mina said as her lips curled into a smirk again. Her legs spread wide open, giving you the perfect view of her beautiful pussy that was ready to be feasted on.
“Eat me.”
You licked your lips as you laid down flat on your stomach, keeping Mina’s legs spread wide open for you. Before diving in you kissed both of her thighs repeatedly, bringing your face to her center as you licked up and down her slit slowly, earning a moan.
The sweet taste of Mina’s pussy was the best thing that had entered your mouth that night as you licked through her folds, running your tongue aimlessly before teasing and sucking on her swollen clit.
“F-fuck, that’s good. Show me what you can do with that tongue.”
Mina’s moans were music to your ears as you ate her pussy out, licking her pussy with purpose as her thighs closed around your face. The taste that entered your tastebuds was unforgettable as you leaked every drop of honey that dripped out of her leaking pussy, savoring her escaping juices that entered your lips.
“That feels so fucking good,” Mina moaned as her thighs squeezed your head tighter, and she ran her fingers through your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her sensitive delicious pussy. You fucked her hole with your tongue, trying to capture as much of her essence in between your lips as her loud moans filled the room.
“Keep going…” Mina said as you kept your lips sealed around her clit, slurping hungrily as you brought two fingers inside her pussy, feeling her tight walls clenching as you curled them and found her spot with ease.
“Oh..oh f-fuck, I’m close, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Mina was so delicious that nothing could keep you from eating her pussy, lapping up all her juices as your fingers became drenched in slick. You felt fingers digging into your skull as you did your best to keep your lips tight, barely able to breathe.
“I’m gonna fucking cum on your face, oh f-fuck!”
You kept the pressure on her clit, fingers moving in and out of her tight cunt as they clenched tightly, signaling her impending release. You kept constant eye contact as Mina’s toes curled and her thighs trembled violently around your head, holding you in place as her orgasm took control of her body and she made a mess on your face and screamed out in pleasure.
Mina came so hard the bed shook as you felt your face covered in her nectar, and tried to help her ride out her orgasm as best as she came down from her high, releasing her warm thighs around your face as you slowly pumped in and out of her pussy, cleaning your messy fingers off in front of her.
“Y-you’re good at that,” Mina weakly said, catching her breath.
“Let me return the favor,” Mina said as she got into position, kneeling on the mattress as she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail.
“Stand up and let me suck your cock.”
Whenever Mina gave an order you obeyed it, carefully rising to your feet as Mina eagerly awaited. She ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at your shaft, now hard as a rock and eye level as she gripped it tightly and stroked it, sending the first shocks of pleasure through your body.
“This will do.”
Mina didn’t waste time as she licked every inch of your shaft, keeping her eyes on you as her tongue swirled around your swollen head, collecting everything your leaking slit dripped out. Mina hummed as she rubbed your cock on her cheek, slapping her face with it several times and letting out the biggest grin.
“Are you ready to have the best blowjob of your life?” Mina asked confidently. You didn’t have a chance to answer as Mina’s lips parted, and you felt a sudden rush of wetness and warmth as you entered her mouth.
“Oh fuck…” you moaned out loud and sunk your toes into the mattress at the sharp pleasure, letting out a deep breath.
Mina wasted no time getting to work, wrapping her full red lips around your cock as she bobbed her head up and down, sinking her lips deeper as she took all of you with ease, using her tongue to pleasure the underside of your throbbing shaft.
“Oh my god, Mina…”
Mina kept her soft delicious lips sealed around your shaft as you rested a hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she fondled your heavy balls.
“Does that feel good?” Mina asked in that sexy soft voice of hers, running her lips down each side of your hard cock before resuming her blowjob, moaning around your shaft.
“It does, fuck it feels amazing.”
Mina upped her pace in response, looking up as she sucked you off and loving your cock in her mouth as much as you did.
Mina looked like a goddess on a normal occasion, and here she was on her knees, pleasuring you as best as she could and she couldn’t have looked any more beautiful.
“Fuck my face.”
The three words surprised you coming out of Mina’s mouth, such vulgarity coming out of what you perceived as a proper woman was such a striking contrast.
“I really hate repeating myself,” Mina said as your cock slipped from her lips and jerked it off furiously, staring into your soul with her deadly gaze.
Whatever Mina wanted Mina seemed to always get.
You took control of your cock as Mina opened her mouth wide, waiting to accept your gift into between her warm lips, the red color on them almost devilish.
Not wanting to keep Mina waiting you took your cock and pushed it into her wet warm mouth, feeling the tight grip of her lips as they instinctively wrapped around it and thrusted gently, hitting the back of her throat with your initial thrusts.
You waited for gagging sounds that never came, and once you realized that Mina was not struggling one bit you grabbed onto both sides and vigorously began to fuck her pretty mouth as she held onto your thighs, sharply digging her nails into your skin.
Mina looked up the entire time as you used her mouth for your pleasure, feeling her throat tightening as you thrusted carelessly. It only took a matter of seconds until Mina’s round pretty eyes filled with tears as you were mercilessly fucking her mouth, moaning every time your cock struck the back of her warm throat.
Your thoughts filled only with lust as you fucked Mina’s warm mouth, thrusting harshly in a rhythm that only made her muffled moans louder as drool spilled everywhere. You kept this up again and again, holding onto the back of Mina’s head and forcing her as deep against your base for several moments before releasing her.
Mina smiled proudly and gasped for air, spitting her saliva all over your shaft and balls before changing her attitude.
“That’s enough. Fuck me. Now,” Mina said as she laid back down on the bed, spreading her legs wide as she rubbed her pink pussy in anticipation. Positioning yourself in between you took just a moment to rub your shaft through her wet folds, gathering her slick before nudging at her entrance.
“Don’t keep me waiting. Fuck me.”
“Needy are we, Miss Myoui?”
Mina glared back at you and shot an intimidating gaze that sent a shiver up your spine.
"Don't use my family name in the bedroom."
It was a mistake you wouldn’t make twice.
With one slick move your shaft entered the warmth of Mina’s pussy, her tight walls clenching to welcome you in as you both gasped at the initial penetration. Mina was dripping wet as you slowly slid in and out of her hole, her juices making every movement as easy as possible.
“God, you’re so tight...”
“And you feel so big inside me. Shut up and fuck me.”
You used your hips and watched your shaft disappearing in and out of her pussy, hearing Mina’s lustful moans filling the room as her head tilted back in pleasure. Her tight cunt squeezed your cock as you thrusted in and out of her body, filling her up to the hilt.
“Fuck me harder.”
Mina always knew what she wanted and you were going to give her everything she desired. Your pace quickened right away as you pumped your throbbing shaft deep inside Mina, causing her breasts to bounce with every rock of your hips.
“Harder. Pound me.”
Grabbing onto Mina’s slim waist you obliged her right away, driving your cock with such force that the bed began to slam against the wall. Mina’s eyes were full of lust as you gave deep pistoning thrusts into her tightness, feeling every single inch of her warm wet pussy.
“Fuck me just like this. Fuck me until I cum again!”
You didn’t let up, increasing the pace even more as you slammed your cock inside Mina’s cunt with every inch of your throbbing shaft. It felt incredible how tight she was, and fucking her at this relentless pace that she demanded.
Mina felt so good around your cock, so wet and tight around your cock as you pounded her into the mattress, watching her half-lidded eyes and her opened mouth filled with pleasure as you gave into her.
“That’s it. I’m fucking close. I’m gonna cum!”
With every thrust Mina felt even wetter, drowning your cock in her juices as you pounded her, moaning and gasping with every harsh movement.
Your initial meeting with her was a prim and proper girl who screamed elegance, and here she was a lust filled mess in between the sheets, about to make a mess on them.
Mina’s tight pussy pulsated around your shaft as you plunged deep inside her, her long legs wrapped around your waist as she chased her orgasm. Her loud sounds of bliss echoed as you fucked her, and soon after Mina came beautifully all over your cock, toes curling as her back arched high and screamed in pleasure.
You fucked her through every last strong second of pleasure, and her limbs uncoiled as she came down a gasping mess, messy juices leaking down her thighs and spilling onto the bed sheets.
“N-not bad,” Mina said as she tried catching her breath, a sly smirk forming over lips.
“You made me cum twice, so it’s only fair that you get to cum now,” Mina said as her stamina began to recover, running a hand through her soft golden locks.
“I want you to cum inside me,” Mina said casually as pushed herself off your cock, repositioning herself on her stomach as she got into her favorite way to be taken, hands and knees on the mattress. You took your first glimpse at her raised plump round ass, perfectly looking soft cheeks that looked very appetizing.
“But not in my pussy,” Mina said as she shook her round ass, giving each of her cheeks a firm slap.
“There’s lube in the drawer. I assume you know what to do with it.”
Bottle in hand you lined up behind Mina’s beautiful big ass, squeezing her warm buttcheeks and kneading them, digging your fingers into her soft flesh as much as possible.
You quickly realized the bottle of lube she kept had been almost depleted.
“Seems like you’re almost out,” you teased as you shook the bottle several times, watching the clear liquid flowing around inside.
“You caught me. Can you blame a girl for loving anal?”
“Not at all. Especially when you have an ass this perfect,” you said, giving both of her cheeks a quick slap as her flesh rippled. You couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed your face all over Mina’s delicious ass, teasing the rim of her puckered hole with the very tip of your tongue.
“Mmm, fuck,” Mina moaned in satisfaction as you spread her cheeks wide, letting you know she enjoyed having her ass eaten. You licked her hole repeatedly, swirling around it before finding your face being pushed away, a frown on your face forming in response.
“I love that tongue, but I’d rather have your cock inside my ass.”
You were disappointed, but what Mina wanted Mina got as you lubed up your cock up and her puckered hole in preparation, the mutual anticipation at an all time high.
Placing a hand on one of Mina’s wide hips you lined up your lubed shaft with her asshole as she arched her back and looked back impatiently, a sultry look on her eyes.
You knew better than to keep her waiting, slowly pushing your cock into her tight rim and feeling how incredibly tight her ass was as your tip disappeared inside. Mina gasped loudly as her muscles relaxed, allowing you to fill more of her ass.
“Deeper. Fill me with every inch, I can take all of you inside my ass,” Mina demanded, needing no adjustment whatsoever. Her pussy was incredibly tight, but her ass was on a whole different level, hugging your cock firmly. The initial resistance faded, and with the combination of your saliva and lube you were able to penetrate Mina’s ass to the hilt.
“F-fuck, I love that feeling so much. I love feeling so full. Fuck me in the ass.”
Mina’s vulgar words once again contrasted with her elegance and beauty. You felt extreme tightness and heat around your cock as you started moving, thrusting in and out of Mina’s ass at a gentle pace.
“You can do better than that.”
Mina was never easily satisfied it seemed. Grabbing onto her full wide hips you squeezed her flesh tightly as you fucked her ass without any kind of buildup, pumping in and out and stretching out her tight little hole.
“That feels so good...that cock feels so good inside my ass, don’t stop fucking me.”
Soon your thrusts were at the same relentless pace, slamming your cock deep inside Mina’s tight asshole so harshly that her ass jiggled with every deep thrust, your balls slapping against her wet pussy that Mina couldn’t help but give out loud needy moans.
“Oh my god, Mina, your ass feels so good,” you moaned as you felt so much tightness squeezing your shaft. Mina gasped and moaned desperately as her fingers dug into her expensive silk sheets, trying to find an outlet for the intense pleasure you were giving both of your bodies.
“Fuck, you’re so deep. I can’t wait for you to empty your balls inside my ass.”
You never wanted your cock to leave the comfort of Mina’s incredibly tight asshole, fucking into her ass with as much effort as you possibly could, hearing the combined moans filling the room.
The tightness gripping your cock was like nothing you had ever felt before, feeding your animalistic urges as you pounded Mina’s ass as hard as you could as your bodies became covered in sweat, the harsh sounds of flesh on flesh encouraging your merciless pace.
“You like that tight pretty ass being fucked Mina?” you hissed as you pounded her hole with every amount of remaining energy you had, wanting to do nothing but make a mess inside her.
“Y-yes, fuck yes! Keeping fucking me, and don’t stop until you cum!”
You wanted nothing more. You squeezed Mina’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, pistoning your hips uncontrollably as you gave her tight ass the deepest and hardest thrusts, opening her up as much as you could as a tightness formed in your abdomen.
“F-fuck, Mina, i’m gonna cum soon.”
“Do it! Cum inside me, fill my ass with cum!”
You wish you could have stayed in this position for eternity. Mina’s bent over body covered in sweat, her tight perfect ass being pounded into by your shaft was something you never wanted to stop, but it grew to be too much. Each thrust into her asshole grew that tightness in your core even more, and you couldn’t last much longer, you’re not sure if anyone could.
It took only a handful more of thrusts until you were at your limits, burying your cock deep inside Mina’s tight asshole as far as it would go. You moaned her name loudly as you violently throbbed in her ass, sending thick spurts of cum deep into her body. You kept thrusting inside her ass as much as you could, emptying your balls as her hole milked every drop out of you.
You rested inside her as you recovered from one of the best orgasms you’d ever had, running your hands all over Mina’s body as you kissed her shoulders. Slowly pulling out of Mina you exited her body as thick semen slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked gaped asshole, dripping down her thighs and staining her sheets.
With nothing left you crashed next to Mina, trying to catch your breath as she pressed her naked sweaty body against yours.
“Mina, that was amazing…” you said, finding your stamina completely gone as you sank into the mattress.
“You weren’t bad either. Like I said, you would do nicely,” Mina said, flashing one more gummy smile.
“Rest up. You’re going to have a long weekend ahead of you.”
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The Scared Runaway
Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader
Summary: The reader finds out life changing news and she is scared of what her family will think, especially her father.
Warnings: Teenage Pregnancy, Angst, Teenage Runaway,
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Your heart stopped as you looked down at the two lines. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you thought about what it meant. You sat down on the floor staring into space thinking about how your life was now changing.
Pregnant.
You were pregnant.
You were 17 and pregnant.
You stayed locked in the bathroom until you heard your little brother knock on the door to tell you dinner was ready. You told him you would be there shortly. You got up and grabbed the test and box. You ran to your room to hide it in your bedside table.
Dinner tonight was just your younger sisters, brother, and stepmom. When you sat down, Danneel instantly noticed something was off about you. She also noticed your red eyes.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asked quietly as not to worry your siblings.
“I’m fine.” You said while trying to give a convincing smile. As you sat quietly at dinner, you tried to think how you were going to tell your dad. He wasn’t going to be happy with you at all. You started thinking of how he might kick you out. Not wanting you around your siblings because you were a horrible role model.
“I’m done. Thank you Dee for dinner.” You said getting up. Not waiting to be excused, you grabbed your plate to put in the sink. You ran to your room. You shut and locked the door behind you. You knew your dad was coming home late tomorrow night which gave you roughly 24 hours to figure out how to handle everything.
As you laid on your bed thinking about how to tell your dad, you couldn’t quit thinking about all of the negative outcomes. He was going to disown you. He was going to kick you out. He wasn’t going to help you. As the thoughts ran wild in your head, you heard a knock
“Y/N, I’m going to bed. If you need me or need to talk, you know where to find me.” You heard Dee said.
You stayed quiet. Making Dee sigh and walk away. You knew you were already disappointing her so you did the only thing that made sense in that moment. You packed a bag to leave on your own terms.
You packed as much as you could in your giant rolling suitcase. You grabbed your school bag and put your laptop in it. Once your bags were packed, you grabbed a piece of paper and started a note to your father.
Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m a failure as a daughter. I won’t tell you what I did, but I will tell you I know if you knew what I did, I would disappoint you. I can’t do that. I don’t want to see the anger in your eyes. It’ll be better this way. I’m leaving to protect you, Dee, and the little ones. I’m not the role model they deserve. I hope one day you can understand. Just know I will always love you and be grateful to have you as my father. Don’t look for me. Just let me go.
Y/N
You fought back the tears as you left the note on your desk. You grabbed your bags and quietly left your room and the place that once kept you safe from the real world. You started walking towards Gen’s and Jared’s house. Thinking maybe you can spend the night before you move on to the next place.
You were shocked at who opened the door after you knocked. “Uncle Jared? What are you doing home? You aren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”
He laughed, “Well we got done early so me and your dad flew back early. What are you doing here?” He asked. He frowned when he saw your suitcase. “And what are you doing here with a suitcase?”
“I was uh…” you stumbled over the words. “I was hoping I could crash here for the night, if that’s okay?”
“And you needed your Vancouver suitcase for a night over here?” He said skeptically.
“Uh yeah. Couldn’t find my other one.” You said thinking on your feet. He nodded and let you in. As you went to the guest room, Jared heard his phone go off. He looked to see Jensen calling. He answered.
“Jared.” Jensen said, sounding out of breath and panicked. “Y/N left. She’s not here. I need help finding her. She left a note for me. I can’t…”
“Calm down Jay. She’s here. She's at my house.” Jared said.
“What is she doing there?” Jensen asked. Jared looked around making sure you hadn’t come into the living room.
“I’m not sure. Said she wanted a place to crash for the night.” Jared walked quietly to the guest room. He saw you asleep on the bed, still dressed in your jeans and shoes. “Why don’t you come over? She’s asleep, but I feel like something is bothering her.”
“I’ll be there in 5.” Jensen said.
“Doors open. Let yourself in.” Jared said before hanging up.
Jensen rushed into the living room to see Jared sitting on the couch drinking a beer.
“What’s going on man? Why did she run?” Jared asked once he noticed Jensen in the room.
“I’m not sure. Said she did something I would be disappointed in. That she was leaving to protect us. Her job isn’t to protect us. It’s mine to protect her. Jared, she’s my baby girl. I can’t lose her.” Jensen said as he teared up.
Jared looked at his friend. Almost breaking at seeing the strongest person he knows struggling. “It will be okay. Stay here tonight. Be here when she wakes up. Talk to her. Let her know that no matter what, you are there for her. To support her. That there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that she could do to make you disown her or turn your back on her.”
Jensen nodded as he looked at his best friend. He sighed before turning to look towards the guest room. He walked towards the room and let himself in. He saw you asleep in jeans and shoes. He quietly walked over to you and pulled your shoes and socks off.
You stirred in your sleep and noticed your dad taking your shoes off. “Dad?” You said quietly. Jensen almost didn’t hear it. “What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you the same question.” He said with a sad laugh. “Talk to me baby girl. What made you run?”
“I can’t tell you.” You said looking away from him.
He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “You can tell me anything and I will always listen and be here for you.”
“Not this. You won’t look at me the same. You’ll hate me.” You said.
“I will never hate you. Just talk to me. I’m here to listen to you and offer any advice I can.” Your dad said as he made you look at him. You started to cry.
“I’m sorry.” Jensen pulled you into his chest. Jared leaned on the door. Being there for additional support for his niece. Someone he has watched grow. “I’m so sorry daddy.” You repeated.
“It’s okay baby. What are you doing apologizing for?” Jensen asked.
“I’m...I’m pregnant.” You said. Jensen froze for a second before he continued to rock you to help calm you down. He looked over at Jared with sad, shocked eyes.
“Shhhh. You’re okay.” Your dad whispered as he held you tighter. Jensen’s thoughts were running wild. Thinking about how his baby girl was going to have a baby. “You’re okay Y/N/N. You’re okay.” He kissed the top of your head. “I will support you with whatever you decide. I will be there for you every step of the way.”
You pulled away and looked at him with tears still falling at a fast rate. “You aren’t kicking me out?”
“No baby. I’m not. I would never do that.” Jensen said as he wiped some of the tears from your face. “Is that why you ran? Because you thought I would kick you out?” You nodded your head. “Well I’m not.”
“Even if he did, you always have a room here Goober.” You heard Jared say while using the nickname he gave you when you were three. “You will always be welcome here. And I’m going to support you too. No matter what decision you come to with how you want to handle this.”
“Thank you Uncle Jared. I love you.” You said getting up from the bed to give him a hug. He squeezes you tightly before kissing your head.
“Love you too.” He said before looking at your dad. “You’re both welcome to stay if you want. Or if you leave, just set the alarm. I’m going to bed. Night.” He said as he walked to his room.
You sat back on the bed, anxiously picking at your fingers. Your dad noticed and grabbed your hands so you would stop.
“Let’s go home. We can talk some more when we get there.” Your dad said as he passed your shoes to you and grabbed your bags. “I’ve got the car out front so don’t worry about putting your shoes on.”
As you walked back into your room. You crawled into bed. All the emotions from the day catching up with you.
“Can we talk more in the morning? It’s been an emotionally draining day.” You said quietly to your father.
He nodded, “We can. But don’t think you are getting out of this.”
“I’m not.” You said. “Will you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.”
“Of course.” He crawled into bed and pulled you close to him so you could lay your head on his chest. Just like you did when you were younger. “I just want you to know, I was only a few years older than you when you were born. You were the best thing to ever happen to me. I was terrified. Especially since I had to raise you on my own. Anytime I felt like I was failing or felt I should quit acting, you would give me this gummy smile and would giggle. It would just light up my world and make me keep fighting for the life I wanted for you. For us. I didn’t give up and I won’t let you. I love you Y/N Y/M/N.”
“I love you too dad. I’m sorry for scaring you and leaving.” You said as you hugged him.
“Just don’t do it again and I will forgive you.” He said giving you a kiss on the head. “Now get some rest. We can talk more in the morning.”
You smiled knowing that your dad still loved you. Knowing you had support through these challenging times. Snuggled up to your dad, you had one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a while.
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Soda Cans
Summary: oh my god i wish i could put something here, but legit just read it please
Category: slight angst, kinda slow burn-ish
Fandom: JATP
Paring: Luke x non-binary!reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings/Includes: mentions of conversion camps, hospitalization
A/N: did i write this in two days? yes and i am very proud of it
this is for @dream-a-little-bigger-x's What 90's Dreams are made Of week! I've had so much fun playing around with the boys in the 90's, so thank you!
edit: @ijustreallylovethem sent me a really good ask about how to pronounce Mx., you can find the ask here
Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 under the same username. Thank you!
“Uggh, are you fucking kidding me!” Luke said, hitting the vending machine a few times to try and get his soda.
The hospital waiting room was pretty empty, except for the members of Sunset Curve, the receptionist, and a nurse that entered the room. The silence was deafening until someone hit the vending machine with their shoe.
The can came clattering down, and they reached down to grab it.
“Here you go,” Luke recognized this person as the receptionist. “You gotta hit it on the lower left side, or else it won’t come out.” Luke took the can from their hand.
“Actually,” They put some coins in and pressed some buttons. “Now that I think about it, the soda can are the only ones that have any issues coming down.” They grabbed a candy bar from the machine.
They sat back down behind the desk and Luke returned to his friends.
“Why didn’t you ask her? About Alex, I bet she can get us in!” Bobby said.
“Yeah,” Reggie agreed. “She obviously likes you.”
“Okay, okay.”
Luke got up and walked over to the desk. “Excuse me, Miss…”
They looked up, “It’s actually Mx., I’m non-binary.” They gave a soft smile. “I’m Y/N, how can I help you and your friends?”
Luke looked behind him and saw that the other boys had followed him up to the desk. “I’m Luke. Uh, we were wondering if you could get us in to see our friend? His name is Alexander Mercer.”
They typed away at their computer, and when they saw his file, their face dropped.
“What- what is it?” Reggie asked nervously.
“I can’t let you all up to see him, his parents have put him on an involuntary psych hold. No visitors.” They looked up at the boys. “I’m sorry.” Y/N looked around, to make sure no one was around as they spoke. “If you come back tomorrow at 2 pm, I can get a phone to him. That’s all I can do, I’m sorry.”
“Thank you,” Bobby said. “Let’s go get some sleep guys.”
~
Y/N knocked on the door in front of them. The pale halls of the psych ward were even bleaker than the rest of the hospital. They tried to avoid the floor when they could. But the look in those boys’ eyes had resonated inside them.
“Come in,” A boy’s voice said, and Y/N entered the room.
“Hi, are you Alexander?” They asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
The scrawny blonde boy in the bed sat up, his eyes full of fear. “Are you here to take me away?”
“No, no, no,” They assured, closing the door behind them after checking the hall to make sure no one was there. “Uh, your friends set me? One of them was named Luke, and there were two others?” They moved around the room, grabbing a phone out of a hidden cabinet.
“Yeah, Reggie and Bobby, they were here?” He sat up. “What’s with the phone?”
Y/N sighed and pulled a chair up. “Okay, Alexander-”
“Alex.”
“Alex, in about a half-hour, this phone is going to ring. If anyone comes in before then and sees it, you need to say that Ashley Jones left it out. Ashley’s a bitch idiot, so anyone will believe you on this floor. Don’t say anything unless you hear me on the end, okay? Does that all make sense Alex?” He nodded, and Y/N stood.
They remembered his file and turned around as they reached the door. “People don’t understand us, but I’m sure you know that. My psych hold lasted about a month, and then my parents abandoned me cause the camps cost too much, and no one likes a child that isn’t a girl or a boy. You’ll make it out.”
“Thank you.”
~
The room was full, and as the boys came into the waiting room, they didn’t know what to do. Fortunately, Y/N was sitting behind the desk, this time, with a line in front of them.
“Let’s get in line, and then Y/N can tell us what to do,” Bobby said, leading the group.
The line got shorter and shorter, people signing in and some being led out by nurses.
“Hi, please sign in and someone will come get you to see your loved one,” Y/N said, a rehearsed speech they had said many times.
“Yeah, do you know how to get a can out of the vending machine? It’s stuck.”Luke said. Panic flashed by in their eyes as they saw the boys.
“Yeah,” They wrote a note quickly. “I’ll come help in a sec.”
Luke read the note. Sign in. I’ll meet you by the vending machine with more instructions.
He nodded, and quickly signed in for all of the boys and they led them to the vending machine.
Y/N glanced over at their supervisor. “I’m just gonna go help them really quickly-”
“Y/L/N. That’s not why I’m here.” He said sternly. “The kid ‘fessed up. This is your last shift.” He left, and the door behind the desk shut.
Fuck.
~
“Here,” Y/N said softly, kicking the vending machine and freeing the can. They gave Bobby a note along with the soda. “Sorry guys.”
Bobby opened the note as they walked back to the desk. Luke saw them nervously fiddling with a pencil as people logged in and out of the visitor sign-in sheet.
“Luke,” Bobby said, passing him the note.
I wish I had done something that had worked. Someone told my supervisor and well- I got fired. Sorry guys, I wish I could have helped more. Also, Alex is getting moved tomorrow. I’m not sure where, that’s all that I know.
Y/N Y/L/N
XXX-XXX-XXXX
The paper was clearly stationary, and Luke looked over to them, eyes meeting for a moment.
I’m sorry, Y/N’s eyes said.
Me too, He said.
“Let’s go. If we can’t see him here, we can at least as his parents,” Reggie said, still hopeful.
~
“So that’s it? We can’t see him, and so we give up?” Luke asked, but even his seemingly hopeful question sounded sad.
After Alex’s parents had very rudely shut the door (literally and figuratively) in the boys’ faces when they asked to see him, they had ended up at the soda shop. The store sold any kind of sweet, candy, or ice cream that you could think of. But, in the back of the store, there was a huge fridge area.
In the summer, the boys would come and stick their faces in the fridge to cool down. In the wither, they would shiver as they got sodas with extra caffeine to help them power through and finish songs.
Bells ran throughout the city, ringing out 11 times, showing that it was 11 pm.
“I guess,” Reggie said, grabbing a pack of gummy bears off the shelf.
The boys silently moved to the front of the shop with their items, and as the cashier run them up, the bell in the front door and someone entered. The boys didn’t pay them much attention until they spoke.
“Hey, Uncle J, I got fired… Sorry, I didn’t see that you had customers, I’ll come back later,” Y/N tripped over their words as they turned to rush out of the shop.
“Y/N?” The boys all said, and Y/N paused, turning around and awkwardly shooting the tree some finger guns.
“Heyyy, guys.”
~
Months later, the boys had parted ways with Y/N. But every so often, the person behind the counter at the soda shop was them.
“Hey, Soda!” Luke hollered to them as he entered.
They lifted their head and smirked, “Rockstar, what can I get you?”
“Oh just,” He leaned on the counter. “A date?”
~
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Birds Of A Feather [4/7]
Hawks x Fem!Reader
Warnings: some swearing, a kiss
Part 4/7
By the end of the week, you’re walking into Hawks’ penthouse with nothing but a duffel bag of clothes. Most of your stuff had been moved to storage, but you’d told him you’d bring your own sheets, blankets, and pillows for the couch. He’d stared at you like you’d grown a second head.
He’d then gone on a tangent about how he had guest rooms, obviously, and how his sheets would be softer than yours. He’s probably not wrong, with his 1200 thread count egyptian cotton, but the way he says it ruffles you a bit. You don’t mention it, though. You don’t want to give him any kind of reason to kick you out.
“Hey chickadee, you gonna stand in the entrance all night, or are you gonna come in?”
You snap out of your stupor when Hawks calls to you, and continue lugging your things through the door.
The inside of the penthouse is beautiful; tastefully decorated (probably professionally), and it’s spacious rough that you could spread your wings out fully. The doorways are wider than average, likely catering to your boss’ specific needs. The entire place is gorgeous, immaculate even, and any person in their right mind would kill to live here.
You kind of detest it.
“I had some people come in this afternoon and set up the guest suite for you,” he says, kicking off his boots and flopping onto the couch. “They also brought some of your uniforms in from the agency, so you can change here. You won’t have to go in so early.”
“Thank you,” you tell him, and you mean it. Personal opinions aside, he’s let you into his home out of kindness. You’ll not soon disrespect that.
“Ah, you’re standing and staring again. Are you that impressed with the place?”
You snap back to attention for a second time, and hike your bag further up your shoulder. “I-it’s not that!” you try to explain, “I was just expecting something...different?”
Hawks sits up on the couch. “Whadya mean?”
“I dunno.” You shrug. “More lived in, I guess? Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful here, especially the balcony, but it’s also very...what’s the word…”
“Mature and charming?” he tries, but you shake your head.
He offers a few more suggestions, things like ‘perfect’ and ‘homey’ and ‘colourful’, each word hitting further and further from your mark.
Then it comes to you. “Monotone and sterile!” you nearly shout, your success momentarily quieting your desire to be polite. “It’s like it’s fresh out of a magazine, or a model home. Don’t take it the wrong way, Boss, I’m not hating on your tastes, but if I’m gonna be staying here indefinitely, I’m gonna have to add some personal touches.” You remember your manners. “If that’s okay…”
You worry that you may have offended him, with the way he’s looking at you, but a smile slowly spreads across his face, his eyes sparkling.
“Finally,” he sighs, “someone who speaks their damn mind.”
“Eh?”
“Do you know how many of the people I’ve invited here tell me ‘how beautiful’ it is?” He adjusts his wings and settles comfortably back into the couch. “All of them. Every single one. And look, I’m grateful that I’ve got this place, but it’s just a house. No sentimentality, no memories...just a space.”
“Well...it’s polite to not insult someone’s home when they invite you over…” you mumble, the severity of your outburst making your face heat up.
“Maybe,” he says. “Or maybe they’re all schmoozing and hoping to get on my good side.”
The bitterness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you decide to leave it be. He should be free to be himself in his own home, and not have to put up any kind of front. You hoped he’d supply you the same courtesy, when you inevitably would wake up on the wrong side of the bed some mornings.
“Anyways,” he flips the TV on and tosses the remote to the side, “it’s late. You should probably unpack your stuff before you’re too tired.”
“Yeah…” you realize how wiped out you are as the weariness starts to settle in. “I’ve got tomorrow off though, so...if I wake up on time, I’ll bring you curry.”
You can hear him cheering as you walk down the hall to the guest room, and you smile. You’ll never understand his love for chicken, even though his enthusiasm boosted your confidence.
The room is spacious and airy, and has a beautiful view of the city. The bed itself is probably big enough to hold three people, and you’re silently grateful that your wings won’t be hanging on the floor while you sleep anymore.
You set your bag down by the door, and flop face first onto the mattress. God, it was the most plush thing you’d ever had the pleasure to lay on.
“I’ll unpack tomorrow,” you mumble, sinking further into the sheets and, eventually, sleep.
In the distance, you hear Hawks snoring.
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You wake up the next day to sunlight hitting your face. It’s bright, and annoying, and too warm, and your bed really wants you to keep sleeping but you don’t think you can.
You sit up.
You can feel that your hair is a disheveled mess, and your tongue feels gummy and sour.
“Blegh.”
You (regrettably) roll out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to fix your morning vibes, checking the time along the way. Ten is later than you would have liked to wake up, but you suppose you really needed the sleep. And you did, surprisingly, feel more rested than you had in months.
It’s ten thirty by the time you’re done in the washroom, overall energy more put together and presentable, and you waste no time heading for the kitchen.
The kitchen which is...painfully under-stocked. A couple of condiments and wilting vegetables in the fridge...some frozen meat in the freezer...a bag of rice under the sink, for some reason, and...a completely full spice rack, every bottle unopened.
You knew your boss didn’t spend a lot of time at home, but this was just sad.
You make a mental note to go shopping later.
Thankfully he seems to have the necessary ingredients for chicken curry, which you’re happy about. It means you won’t have to brave the store just yet.
Bit by bit, you pull out what you need in order to cook, only sitting down when you have a moment to spare as the rice cooks.
‘Hey Boss, I’m making curry for lunch. Want me to bring you some?’
You send him a text. It’s still fairly early, and you know he has his meetings in the morning, so you doubt that he’ll get back to you before-
Your phone buzzes.
‘Chickadee, you sure know the way to my heart. I’ll leave my office window open.’
You send him a thumbs up emoji.
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Once the food is finished, you pack it up into two containers, opting to leave the rest in the pot for now. You made lots, enough to get several meals out of it, just in case Hawks pulled his ‘too busy to cook’ excuse when trying to convince you to order take-out.
It doesn’t take long to fly to the agency, the skies much clearer than the roads. The city itself seems relatively calm, no sounds of explosions or screaming. There is a distant plume of dark smoke on the horizon, though…
But there were other heroes in the area. You wouldn’t be missed if you didn’t show up for one disaster...right?
But then you land in the window of your boss’ office, and your worry spikes. The room is empty, door closed, lights off, paperwork strewn about on the desk...like he’d run off in a hurry.
You pull your phone out and send him a text.
‘Lemme know if something came up. I brought lunch, but I can put it away for later. Stay safe!
-Chickadee’
He doesn’t reply, but that’s expected if he’s dealing with some kind of crisis. Maybe you should have headed to whatever disaster you’d seen earlier...if it was bad enough to call on your boss, it must be a pretty dire situation. Maybe he could use an extra pair of wings?
You sigh and take a seat beside the window, staring out at the city skyline. The black smoke across the way has turned to a dusty grey colour, a much less threatening hue, and one that bode well for any possible fires.
He’ll be fine, you decide, with other heroes undoubtedly on the scene. By the time you’d get there, whatever was happening would be dealt with.
You pull out your phone to scroll through the news while you eat.
Nothing urgent appears on the screen, nothing to incline that you were needed somewhere, nothing to say extra help was needed. Just day-old stories, gossip columns, the occasional media review. You do startle a little when a new article pops up that’s focused around your boss. You click on it, expecting to see some kind of haggard scene...but you only laugh.
“Hawks, most eligible bachelor in Japan, off the market?” You scroll further into the article to see what kind of nonsense the reporters have come up with this time.
What you don’t expect, is to find pictures of yourself littering the page. Pictures of you and Hawks together. On patrol, talking over lunch at a cafe he took you to one time, walking into his agency side by side, and -most recently- the two of you landing on his balcony.
You’re slightly panicked, and very, very flustered. Had he seen the column? God, he was probably used to it, though, being as popular as he was. All he had to do was look at someone and the media would start crying wolf, which in your opinion, was stupid.
Still, the more you read the article, the more you find it has some good points. You two did spend a lot of time together, more than he did with any of his other friends. But that’s all you are. Friends. Friends, and completely platonic roommates.
You weren’t sure why that made your heart sink so much.
So you copied the link to the article and sent it to him, typing a quick ‘lol’ afterwards. At the very least, he might get a laugh out of it.
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You finish eating in record time, scarfing down a portion and a half of curry. It was lonely, sitting in Hawks’ office by yourself. You wondered if he ever felt like that when he was up here on his own. He was too busy for most things, too fast for his own good. Did that include friendships? He made time for you when he could, but you understood the busy and demanding life of a hero...other people might not.
You...understood.
The dull ache that you’ve felt in your chest for the past year returns, suddenly. The sadness and grief, the emptiness and all-encompassing tiredness, the big overhanging question of ‘what’s even the point?’. The point of being a hero, the point of suffering for the people who love you and hate you and who don’t even know you.
“Shit,” you sigh, your head and shoulders hanging low, wing dragging against the floor.
Hawks had brightened your life up so much these last few months. He’d brought the smile back to your face, the joy back to flying. You missed him when he was gone, worried for him when he was off on missions, fuck, you even cooked him lunch of your day off just so you could spend time together.
You were head over heels for him, and so totally screwed.
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Hawks doesn’t return home until late that night. Far past your usual bedtime, but you’re far too distressed to sleep. If you hadn’t had your earlier revelation, you’d have chalked it up to ‘being worried’. But now?
Now that you knew you had feelings for him, all your thoughts were clouded. You were concerned because you liked him. You hung out with him because you liked him. Everything was because you liked him!
It was fucking with you a bit.
“What are you still doing up?” his voice sounds from the front entryway, startling you bad enough that you almost fall off the couch.
Your wide eyes snap to him, immediately taking him in. He’s worse for wear, that’s for sure. His uniform is singed in places, and you’re pretty sure the scuff on his neck is a burn. Most notably are his wings. Or lack thereof.
Featherless red nubs is a more accurate description.
“You look like shit,” you say, keeping the air about you casual.
He makes his way over to you and finds a seat on the couch adjacent, wincing as he sits a little too quickly.
“Thanks, chickadee. You always know what to say to make me feel better.”
Your face heats up. “I-I just mean! Long day?”
He groans, letting his head fall back against the cushions. You’re vaguely aware that he’s started talking, but the only thing you can pay attention to is the narrow column of his exposed throat, and how badly you wanted to lean over and press your lips against it.
You snap out of your daze when he nudges you with his foot.
“I feel like I’m talking to a wall,” you quips, devoid of any malice.
“Sorry,” you mumble, “what were you saying?”
“I was saying that we should hang out now that I’ve got a few days off. Kick our feet up, instead of culminating in a stuffy office.”
You shake your head. “As much as I’d love to, I still have work. Remember? I was already off today, I can’t miss more days.”
He whines, looking at you with sad puppy eyes. “It’ll be boring here by myself. You make the day more fun.”
“Hawks, I can’t-”
“Keigo.”
You perk up. “Huh?”
He rearranges himself on the couch so he can look at you more comfortably. “My name is Takami Keigo. Call me Keigo when it’s just us, okay?”
You consider it. “Why not Takami? That’s polite here, right? To use the surname?”
He nods. “Unless you’re close with the person. Family, good friends, the like.”
Your wings puff up, fully betraying the fact that you’re pleased he considers you a ‘good friend’. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and a teasing grin spreads across Haw-Keigo’s face.
“See? You waaaaant to. Say it with me: Kei-”
“Keigo.”
You don’t miss the way his cheeks tinge pink.
“You got it. And now, since we’re on a first name basis, I’m asking you to take a few days off to hang out with me.”
You’re exasperated.
“C’mon chickadee.”
“No.”
“Pleeeeease?”
“No!”
“Y/N…”
“No, Keigo.”
“Alright then. Now, as your boss, I’m officially giving you three days off.”
“You can’t just do that!”
“I can!”
“Hawks!”
“Keigo.”
“Sorry. Keigo!”
His expression is cheeky as you go back and forth for a while, and he’s unrelenting even as you gently beat him with a couch pillow.
It eventually morphs into a small war, the two of you chasing each other around the apartment, wielding whatever cushions you can get your hands on. You eventually end up tripping over the coffee table, shouting as you smack your foot and fall into an ungraceful heap on your back. Keigo wastes no time pouncing on you and pinning your arms beside your head.
Your wings are splayed out on either side of you, and he’s careful not to kneel on them. Even with your foot throbbing the way it is, he knows you could easily get away if you tried. But you don’t struggle. Instead you lay there quietly, out of breath, eyes locked on his. He can feel the warmth creeping up his neck, and you can see the redness returning to his cheeks.
“I...saw the article you sent to me today,” he begins, voice low. “I’m sorry they brought you into it.”
“I don’t mind,” you admit, “I just worry it might be detrimental to you. Some of your fans will be pissed.”
“Seriously?” He sits up on your chest, releasing your wrists. “You’re not online much, are you. Most of my fans ship us.”
“The hell does that mean?”
He laughs, soft of melodious. “It means that they like the idea of us. As a couple.”
“And it doesn’t bother you?” you wonder.
“No? Why would it?”
You avert your gaze from him, your insecurities and doubts creeping in under the scrutiny of his golden eyes. “I...guess you could just...do better, is all.”
“Chickadee...Y/N, look at me.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. You feel very exposed laid out on the carpet, and you wish you’d never said anything.
A warm hand cups your cheek. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let me see those pretty eyes.”
You’re so flustered you don’t know what to do with yourself. Your heart is beating rapidly against your ribcage, and you’re positive he can see your embarrassment when you finally do as he asks.
But he only smiles gently at you, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.
“Listen to me, and listen well. You’re the best I can do. You bring out everything good in me, and make me forget the bad. You make me happy.”
“Keigo-”
He shushes you by bringing your lips together.
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I wanted us to be a family.
I'm a sugar plum princess when I turn into this little girl who needs attention, who needs love and lots of cuddles, large hugs, cute big, soft, warm hugs, hugs so big that I could travel the world in them and never have to leave my door shut to keep my real mommy and daddy from looking out my window. I want them to only look at me. Me, and me only. Nobody else. I want kisses from you, and immediate affection when I see you. I want you to pick me up and lift me on your shoulders, so I can see the world from up here. I miss the way my mom and dad used to be with me. We used to have so much fun together. Go see the movies, go to theme park rides, the carnival, go to the museums, Disney World, Disney Channel, Noggin and sometimes PBS with momma, Cartoon Network and Scooby Doo, Dexter's Laboratory, Powerpuff Girls, and animated movies with Dad. My whole childhood changed once we moved out of that house and I had to get older, I had to change. But I didn't want to. I wanted everything to be the same like always. I waited us to always have fun, smiling, laughing and to be on vacation because that's when everybody was the most excited about me before my sisters come. Because I already wanted some sisters, I just wanted them to behave and be nice just like me. But they're so different from me. And....feeling like a burden to your family because you can't meet their expectations of you like you always have, really does make me feel dumb, stupid, useless or just like trash. A toy even. Because I've run out of batteries. I always felt better watching VeggieTales or watching movies and shows like Barney, Sesame Street, Charlie Brown was for holidays. But I liked the newer songs and shows too that my sisters and I watched together.
I kinda became that version of younger Dad that I had for them, because I liked how cool and fun and edgy he would try to be to get manma to feel better. I don't think I noticed it, but maybe I did used to get jealous of the attention he used to give her when I wanted just me and daddy time. Because he was the most fun to hang out with out of the 2. Mom was too aggressive and controlling when we used to play games and she hated losing. Sounds like the older version of me....when did I become so aggressively hyper? Ready to kick ass.....I know school.....those bullies 🤨 that's why I only trust certain people...especially people like me who can understand where I come from and the reason why I act a certain way about certain things. Its because of rules and chores and homework....I hate learning new things if I don't see it necessary for me to learn them, I hate following rules if I don't see the point of them or if its unfair to the rest of the people that it limits or hinders, but makes the other give more power to the people that already have the upper hand. I like fair and equal. It keeps it simple, so I don't have to compare myself to a chump who doesn't deserve it. And I hate cheaters. Cheaters I teach a lesson to. I'm quick like that, once I learn what you did and how you did it. I'll unlearn it and even do a better job than you at it just to prove to you that I'm better and smarter at it than you. And if you do it to me again, I'll bring the heat to you 10X as harder so you'll get it. It's petty but reasonable, unless you're too stubborn to learn that you can't fool me or cheat me out of a deal. If it ain't 50/50, I'll make it for ya Picasso. You don't get to trick me and tell me what to do. I do, cause honestly that's not being a fair player. I probably seriously have a petty, aggressive child like side that needs some healing from my childhood abuse by someone else (not mom and dad) cause I never told her until I was in high school. And it happened when I was 5, while watching a Barbie Princess Movie. And now I'm obsessed with sparkly glittery and pink shit everywhere with a bunch of cuddle buddies who feel so soft and big like my Teddy Bear, that I used to sleep with...
I need help. But buy me candy 1st. I love gummies, applesauce, and yogurt squeezies please. Everything and everyone of my friends must stay with me. My mom and dad, please don't ruin my fun. I think thats why I miss that couple so much. They took care of me at times and brought me food. I miss pizza. And Pizza, she was my only friend. ..... doesn't want us to say their name or she freaks out about it. She doesn't like talking about them anymore 😔 I don't like seeing her sad like that all day. I'm hoping she does a good at keeping us safe next time. I'm worried. Especially on okc. I told her to tell everyone about what happened and why she's hurt. It affects how she looks, but we need a real man who won't excuse for needing love and affection and being so emotional around other people she cares to trust herself with. Its pain to see her hurt or rejected even when she tried or tries so hard to be liked and accepted by men, women....I don't think she wants to date another trans man, only because it will remind her of her ex. The one she's having a hard time getting over. I hate talking about it too. What should I call you?
How about Calina, like ballerina. I've always wanted to be one on stage. I miss ballerina class. I miss my tutu, the frille, and my pink leotard, and my silky pink slippers. I loved the heart it had on my front chest. Reminded me of the power puff girls. But I think Ky thinks she's too old and too big to dance as pretty like the other skinnier girls who did it. I wish I could jump higher and be as quiet, as poised, and as gracious with my body.
We just gotta lose weight and I'll feel more comfortable with people watching me like that.
I don't like people watching me when its not finished yet, cause I want you to see me as perfect, an A+. Like my teacher. I wanna be as smart as my teacher.
I wanna know everything there is that I need to know so I can be prepared with what to do next so I don't miss a step or make a mistake.
I hate disappointing you too. If you're listening. But you don't like me when I'm a little. And I hate you when you don't like me. Its easier to get over you when you hate me, because then I can just hate you for hating me or not liking me anymore. I'm sure you don't, good job at trying to be socially acceptable. I'm sure she'll appreciate you finally committing to just her and being monogamous.
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The Road Trip PT.2
Characters: You/ Jin/ Suga/ V/ Jungkook
Word Count: 2422
PT.1 Here PT.3 Here
“You feed me so well!” You exclaimed as Yoongi handed you a plate of food. “What would I do without you?”
“Starve” Yoongi replied. “You would starve, Y/N.”
You both burst out laughing.
“See? That’s why I need you so much” You replied as you quickly kissed him on his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me”
You grinned at Yoongi happily and watched him smirk as he continued on to everyone else.
“Once we’re done eating, we have to wait at least 30 minutes before we begin our stretch”
“Where are we headed again?” You asked as you took a bite of your food.
“Angora Lake” Jin replied.
“How long does it take to get there?” Tae asked.
“Well, it’s 1.2 miles… so maybe 30 minutes”
“That doesn't sound too bad.” You responded.
“It's not, it’s also one of the easier hikes around here.”
You looked over to Jungkook.
“Don't worry, I can carry you if you get tired.” You teased him.
“Y/N, are you testing me again?” Jungkook asked raising an eyebrow.
“Carry me, Y/N!” Tae yelled from across the table.
“No one is carrying anyone” Jin continued.
You winked at Tae despite what Jin said.
“I got chuuu” You whispered.
Jin cleared his throat and you all looked up at him.
“Are we all done now?” He asked.
“Sorry…” You sheepishly replied.
Jin shook his head.
“Finish eating you guys. It’s already pretty late.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Jungkook asked as he looked at you.
You took one last bite of your breakfast before you gave Jungkook a glare.
“What!? Are you seriously blaming me, you ungrateful coconut head!”
Shots had been fired and now there was no stopping the two of you.
“I had that haircut one time, Y/N! And who was it that gave it to me? I’ll still never forgive you for that!”
The rest of the group sighed and continued eating despite the two of you bantering with one another.
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“Let’s go! Let’s go!” You yelled as you ran towards the front of the group.
“Hold your horses, Y/N… You don’t even know where you’re going” Yoongi said as he trailed behind you.
“Jin! We just follow the trail, right?!” You yelled.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” He yelled back from behind you.
“See?” You replied to Yoongi.
You sighed. “Now you probably got me in trouble again”
“Why are you in such a rush, Y/N? Slow down and enjoy this long and boring walk…out in the hot woods..”
You turned to look at Yoongi and laughed.
“Too much nature for you?” You asked.
“You’re not the only one who has no service or WiFi up here”
You stopped and waited for Yoongi to catch up to you. Once he did, you locked your arm in his as you both continued up the trail.
“Thank you for coming on this trip with us... I know how crucial it is for you to have functioning technology for your work”
Yoongi shrugged.
“Someone has to keep an eye on you” Yoongi cooly replied.
You happily smiled to yourself as you all continued up the trail.
“Come on Yoongi, maybe if we’re lucky… there will be WiFi at the lake”
Yoongi let out a gummy smile.
“I highly doubt that”
You sighed. “You’re probably right”
You both began to laugh again.
“God, it’s so hot. Forget the WiFi… I think I’ll just jump into the lake once we get there”
You turned around and saw the guys behind you taking a swig of their water. Despite the growing heat, you all continued forward with the promise of the lake at the end of the trail.
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“There’s a resort here!!?!”
Off in the distance, families were running around the lake while the five of you huffed in exhaustion from the heat.
“I guess I missed that part…” Jin replied.
“How?” Yoongi asked.
You glanced around and saw boats on the lake. Off in the distance, there were rental shops.. and cabins!?
“We have to stay here tonight!” You exclaimed. “There's a coffee shop and everything!”
You took out your phone.
“I have service here!!”
“What? But what about our tents?” Jin asked.
“But what about your back? Did you forget about the pine cone?”
Jin thought of the bruise on his back and winced as if he was in pain just thinking about it again.
“Fine, but we need to head back to gather our things first.”
The group looked at one another. It wasn’t a hard walk, in fact it was quite easy and beautiful! It was just so hot...
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going” Jin inquired.
You thought of the heat and tried your best to come up with an excuse to not go back.
“I volunteer to stay here! Plus, look at everyone already here. I think it's best if I just stay to make sure we even get a cabin”
“I second that” Yoongi quickly replied.
“Yep!” Taehyung and Jungkook piped in.
“I not going alone” Jin replied.
No one budged out of fear of being picked to go back.
“Alright. How about this… who brought their wallet?” Jin asked.
The two younger men sighed as they watched Yoongi pop out with his.
“You guys are it. Y/N.. Yoongi.. Get the cabin for us. We’ll be back.” Jin replied. “Call us if anything happens”
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Lucky for you, there was one cabin left.
“We’ll take it!” You quickly replied to the man behind the desk.
“Woah woah, hold on” Yoongi said as he looked at the prices and then back at you. “I’m starting to think that maybe the tents are better”
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“Y/N, it’s almost $2000… for a week. We’re only going to be here for one or two nights top…”
“Oh shit…” You whispered.
The innkeeper couldn’t help but cut in.
“If you find that the available package isn’t for you… May I suggest trying to find an Airbnb nearby? You’ll be saving a ton of money and they’re not too far from this resort either”
You both looked at each other and quickly thanked the man before leaving to take your phones out.
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“Ah, here it is!”
After a short walk around, you and Yoongi both stood outside the house that overlooked the lake.
“It’s beautiful!”
You ran to the door with the key in your hand.
“I call taking a shower first!”
“Aye, there are two bathrooms in there, Y/N…” Yoongi whispered to himself as he followed behind you.
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After your shower, you made your way over to Yoongi’s room.
You knocked and waited. When he didn’t answer, you tried again. “Come on Yoongi, you know it’s just me…”
He slowly opened the door and you grinned.
“Why must you always open the door like this?” You asked moving your head to the side to see him.
When he didn’t respond, you noticed that he was in a robe just like you and that his hair was still damp.
“Oh… Bad time?” You asked. “I can come back later”
Yoongi stopped you.
“No, come in, Y/N”
You followed him into the room.
“What were you doing?” You asked.
“Resting.”
He made his way back to the bed and laid down.
“Yoongi… you’re gonna get sick if you sleep with wet hair.”
You grabbed a nearby towel.
“Come here”
You made your way over to him and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Please?”
Yoongi sighed and sat up against his pillows.
“Sorry… I don’t want you to get sick though. As much as you take care of me, I also want to take care of you”
You moved the towel around his head, trying to dry his hair.
“Almost done, I swear” You continued.
You looked at Yoongi and his shaggy hair and smiled.
“All done”
He was so cute though that you couldn’t help but lean in to kiss his forehead.
“Y/N…”
“Yes?” You asked.
“Thank you”
You tossed the towel aside and snuggled up next to him.
“Have you heard back from them yet?” You asked as you played with his robe’s belt.
“They’re having trouble with the tents again” Yoongi replied as he looked at his phone.
You laughed.
“It’s seriously not that hard”
“They said they’ll be on their way once it’s packed up so until then it’s just gonna be you and me until they return.”
“You and me?” You asked as you moved up closer to him. “I like the sound of that”
“Yeah?” He asked throwing his phone off to the side.
He wrapped an arm around you and kissed you on your forehead.
“Yes! Ah, your kisses are too sweet Yoongi. I feel like I’m melting!”
“Why are you always trying to expose me?” He asked giving you a gummy smile.
“It’s my life mission to let the world know how sweet you really are”
“Is that so?” He asked as he kissed you again. “I guess I’ll just have to stop you then”
You narrowed your eyes. “You wouldn’t dare”
“You sure about that?” He asked.
“I mean….” You looked at him for a moment… unsure of what he was thinking of. “Yes?” You replied.
Yoongi chuckled to himself. “Alright”
“Alright?” You asked. “What do you mean… alright?”
Yoongi closed his eyes and left you speechless. This was how he was going to stop you?! You looked at him and scoffed. Was he being serious right now?
“Yoongi?” You asked as you nudged him.
He continued to have his eyes closed.
“Alright! Alright!” You laughed. “It’ll be our little secret then!”
Still, no movement came from Yoongi as he quietly sat next to you. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was dead… but he wasn’t!
“Seriously?! Not this again!” How was he so calm and still?!
As you looked at him, a light bulb went off in your head.
You leaned in and kissed him on his lips. When you moved back to look at him, he continued to ignore you.
“Min Yoongi!!” You exclaimed.
You moved back and kissed him again. You weren’t going to stop until he opened his eyes. When he didn't budge, you knew you had to kick it up a notch.
You looked at Yoongi and marveled at him for a moment. He was so handsome. Slowly, you leaned in again, but this time you licked his lips before biting it ever so softly.
You looked up and saw Yoongi trying to fight off a smile and so you continued. He was definitely enjoying this.
You looked at his pale neck next and thought about how perfect it would be to mark it. You slowly lifted your robe up and moved over so you could straddle him. You moved down to his neck and began to bite and suck his flesh. As gentle bruises began to form, you kissed his marks and then moved on to your next destination.
Remembering the belt that you were playing with earlier, you slowly moved your hands over to play with it again before realizing what was happening underneath you as you shifted above him. Below your uncovered core, you felt Yoongi’s hardening cock rubbing against you. After all you did to try and win.. all you were really doing was turning the both of you on in the process.
You grinded against his hardened form, letting out small moans along the way.
“Yoongi, can you open your eyes now?”
When you saw him open his mouth to let out a small groan, you stopped.
“Or do you want me to leave?” You sadly asked.
Quickly, he opened his eyes and moved his hands over to your hips to keep you in place on top of him.
“Don’t leave me” Yoongi said.
“I guess you’re not gonna stop me anymore”
He shook his head.
“For a moment, I thought you were going to win” You continued.
“Not after what you just did. You play dirty, Y/N”
You happily grinned.
“Now I can go about with my mission! But before I do, is it okay if I continue?” You shamelessly asked.
Yoongi smiled and moved his hands from your hips and to your belt. With a simple tug, your robe loosened in front of him.
“You can continue” Yoongi cheekily replied as he marveled at you.
You leaned down to kiss him before going back up to fully remove your robe from your body and tossing it to the side.
“Y/N” Yoongi called from below you.
“Yes?”
“You’re beautiful” Yoongi replied.
Again, you felt like melting.
“Thank you, Yoongi”
You kissed him again and again before you stopped to hug him. Embraced in your arms, Yoongi leaned in to kiss your neck. Traveling down your sensitive skin, he stopped to tenderly kiss your breasts.
You let out a satisfied sigh as he continued but off to the side, Yoongi’s phone went off.
Buzz after buzz.. You both ignored his phone and continued embracing in each other’s warmth. But after a loud knock and ring from the doorbell, you both finally stopped.
“I think they’re here” Yoongi replied.
You pulled away from his kiss…
“Damn.” You replied, pouting.
Yoongi smiled fondly at you.
“Come on”
You both slowly got up.
“Can we continue this later?” You asked as you threw your robe back on.
Yoongi walked up to you and kissed you again.
“You’re all mine tonight” Yoongi replied.
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“What took you two so long?” Jin asked as Yoongi opened the door. “We called and texted you like crazy!”
Yoongi shrugged as he walked away.
“We were resting and the door was far away”
“Psh. Yeah right!” Jungkook replied. “Y/N! Where are you?”
You walked out of the room and smiled.
“Is everything alright?” You asked.
Jungkook dropped the bags onto the floor and huffed.
“No. It’s hot. I’m tired. And no one opened the door for me!”
You ran over to him.
“Come here”
You hugged Jungkook.
“Let’s go for a swim at the lake! I think it’ll help you cool down” You suggested.
Tae popped out of nowhere with his own bags.
“What about me?!” He asked.
“Let’s all go!” You responded.
You looked up at Jungkook.
“What do you say?” You asked.
“You have to row me across the lake” Jungkook replied.
You sighed.
“Alright, you big muscular baby. Get your swimsuit and let’s go”
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The Road Trip PT.3 Here
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Feb 26 Dancitron Movie Night - The Dark Night Rises
Prowl was bored out of his mind.
Swoop was, as usual, a pest. Prowl’s beginning to get fed up with it. ... More than he already is.
(He only said two words to Tarantulas. But he’s still trying to be mildly protective of him. From a distance. Because that’s how Prowl do.)
Yesterday
Specs 7:56 pm
*here comes a dragon! she brings gifts of silver drops, mercury rolls, and energon gummis*
Smokescreen 7:56 pm
MAGNUM MAGNUM SPECS SOUNDBABE HEY!
ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm
[[Soundwave.]]
((one sec audio issues))
Smokescreen 7:59 pm
That's what I said, right? Soundbabe?
Magnum Ace 7:59 pm
((not here right now, kinda distracted with rl stuffs
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm
[[Don't start. He doesn't want a new helm ache.]] *Soundwave bobs at the dragon. He's going to snatch those silver drops - and then, remembering himself in public, tuck them next to the couch. Damn.*
Smokescreen 8:01 pm
A new helmache? Did you already have one? How come?
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm
[[Meteorite to the helm. He is better now.]]
Smokescreen 8:01 pm
Wait what
Seriously? How did that happen? Are you sure you're okay?
Prowl 8:02 pm
*appears; takes seat; greeting ping.* @S «How's your helm today?»
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm
[[He heard a whistling noise, turned around, looked up, and there it was. And shortly after that, there he was not.]]
@P: [[Fine, thank you. He apologizes for Saturday's... wandering.]]
*Greeting ping return and small affectionate nudge.*
@P: [[The care was appreciated.]]
Smokescreen 8:02 pm
Primus, that's some really bad luck. If there's anything you need help with, I'd be happy to get you energon or something.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm
*Lifts a hand.* [[Thank you, but he is well now.]] *Minus the data he can't recover, but he's not going to be bitter about that where others can hear.*
Prowl 8:03 pm
@S «It's fine. It was... an interesting conversation.» *Returns nudge. He hadn't even realized until later that the wandering was probably due to the injury.*
Windchill 8:03 pm
*Windchill appears, clutching a worm to his chest, who is in turn clutching a stuffed unicorn.*
*She puts her mouth on it grossly*
Specs 8:04 pm
*the dragon chirps delightedly at the worm* Is that her friend? Does it have a name?
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:04 pm
@P: [[It -is- true, though. He will have to show you some time soon.]]
[[Greetings Windchill, Blue. If she is hungry, you are welcome to take some of the energon on offer for her.]]
Bevel 8:04 pm
*has arrived*
Windchill 8:05 pm
*His brows furrow in a moment of confusion, and he looks down to see.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm
*Bobs to Bevel.*
Windchill 8:05 pm
*Oh, the unicorn, Duh.*
Smokescreen 8:05 pm
Really? Well, if you say so. Still, if you start feeling bad, don't be afraid to ask for some help. I don't want my frie- my acquaintances to be in trouble!
Windchill 8:05 pm
It's just 'unicorn.' She doesn't talk enough yet to name things.
Besides Wub.
Bevel 8:05 pm
*waves to Soundwave and looks to see which minis around around tonight*
Smokescreen 8:05 pm
/Waving to Bevel!/
Specs 8:06 pm
Fair enough. It's good to have a friend, anyways.
Windchill 8:06 pm
It used to be mine.
I tried to convince her to leave it at home, but she refused. Hasn't left it alone much since I gave it to her.
Bevel 8:06 pm
*grins at Smokescreen and waves back*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm
*Gives Smokescreen a brief look... decides acquaintances is acceptable and nods.*
*The only mini around is Ravage and he is pulling a Snoopy on the back of Soundwave's couch. His tail might flick and bop Prowl in the nose.*
Windchill 8:06 pm
*This is his life now.*
Bevel 8:07 pm
*disappointed at the lack of minis, was hoping she could coax Chimera into sitting with her*
Prowl 8:07 pm
*starts in surprise.* ... Hello.
Smokescreen 8:07 pm
/MORE EXCITED WAVING AT BEVEL and also singing along/
Windchill 8:07 pm
*Nods at Soundwave. He always makes sure to feed the brat beforehand, but the thought is appreciated. She always wants MORE food.*
Bevel 8:07 pm
*but Ravage gets a greeting ping and a request to pet*
Windchill 8:08 pm
*Finds a spot to sit on the floor and crosses his legs.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm
=Greetings.= *Swish swish.*
*He twists his head just enough to squint at Bevel... one scratch beneath chin. No extended petting. No belly rubs.*
*Soundwave lives with Laserbeak. He understands the bottomless pits.*
Windchill 8:09 pm
*This is a fun song, in his opinion. He bounces his spawn to the beat, someone's gotta teach this kid some rhythm.*
Prowl 8:10 pm
*... Prowl leans over slightly, trying to get out of the tail's path.*
Bevel 8:10 pm
*one scratch given, along with a chirped greeting before she wanders over to get some energon and then go sit by Smokescreen*
Windchill 8:10 pm
*Windchill is, himself, a bottomless pit. Unlike his offspring, he's able to show some restraint.*
Windchill 8:12 pm
*More baby bouncing. He might not be able to dance, but there's no need to pass this flaw onto his worm.*
Smokescreen 8:13 pm
!! /Grinning at Bevel./ It's nice to see you again!
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm
*Soundwave huffs softly and leans back. He knows what Ravage is doing and he won't chastise -too- hard.*
[[You could use the arm like a reasonable mech, you know.]]
*To which Ravage just stretches further.*
Windchill 8:14 pm
*Blue, for her part, kicks her stubby legs and chews on her fluffy toy.*
Bevel 8:14 pm
*drops down into her seat and checks to see who else is here besides SW and crew*
You too, Smokescreen!
Prowl 8:15 pm
*at this point he's sort of leaning on soundwave. he tries to balance minimizing the amount of leaning he's doing and avoiding ravage's tail as much as possible.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm
((ten minute warning))
Swoop 8:16 pm
*bounces through the door and flips up to stand on the nearest piece of furniture*
Windchill 8:18 pm
Swoop!
Smokescreen 8:18 pm
!! SWOOP
Swoop 8:18 pm
*holds his arms up cause he stuck the landing*
Windchill 8:18 pm
*Would applaud, but his hands are full.*
Bevel 8:18 pm
*claps*
Swoop 8:19 pm
*BOWS and laughs*
Windchill 8:19 pm
That was cool.
You should teach me.
*You shouldn't.*
Swoop 8:19 pm
YAH! Me Swoop am very good at AIR stuff.
*bends down just enough to get a good LAUNCH up into a backflip onto the ground*
Windchill 8:20 pm
*Whistles his approval.*
Swoop 8:21 pm
*rocks from his heels to toes, heels to toes* Where is Bird?
Windchill 8:21 pm
I...ate her.
Ratchet 8:21 pm
* oh dear what is Swoop getting up to*
Windchill 8:21 pm
*Smacks his lips.*
Specs 8:21 pm
*blinks at Windchill*
Swoop 8:21 pm
Kahah! NO! You eat Bird, Him Soundwave kill you!
Dead.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm
[[How do you know Windchill isn't.]]
Windchill 8:22 pm
I'm dead on the inside.
Smokescreen 8:22 pm
Oooh- Swoop, you know, I bet I could show you something cool later!
Swoop 8:22 pm
*is getting talked at by a lot of people and responds just by getting more bouncy, fidgety and excited*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm
*Ravage is still in the mood to be a little slagger. He ohhhhh soooooo slooooowly reaches out with a trembly paw to ever so lightly tap the very tip of Prowl's chevron.*
Aegis 8:23 pm
*Aegis is fascinated with this music and the vast amounts of hair*
Windchill 8:23 pm
I don't know where Laserbeak is.
But!!!
Swoop 8:23 pm
*jumps up here and there, using his wings to get more air* BUT! Kehhehh.
Magnum Ace 8:23 pm
-pings Soundwave, movie night, right?-
Windchill 8:23 pm
There is good news.
Swoop.
I have a song for you.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm
*Soundwave glances to the new person.* [[Who might you be?]] *Pause.* [[And Laserbeak is patrolling.]]
*Yep, movie night. Bridge!*
Magnum Ace 8:24 pm
-and it's just him today, Bull's sleeping, like he should be-
Swoop 8:24 pm
*looks from Windchill to Soundwave to Smokescreen and back again in rapid succession*
Windchill 8:24 pm
*Brace yourself.*
Love...is a burning thing...
Smokescreen 8:25 pm
/Smokescreen's standing up. staring at Swoop./
Aegis 8:25 pm
*Aegis freezes a little bit* I'm... the one who brought candied high grade? *smiles hopefully*
Ratchet 8:25 pm
*is not here for long tonight. decides maybe he'll just sit by himself while he's here.*
Smokescreen 8:25 pm
/And he's going to do a flip!/
Swoop 8:25 pm
*throws himself onto a couch hard enough to get a bit of bounce and pushes off with his wings to fling himself over the back of teh couch*
Windchill 8:25 pm
And it makes...a fiery ring...
BOUND, BY WILD DESIREEEEE.
Prowl 8:25 pm
*STARTS AT THE TAP*
Ratchet 8:26 pm
Johnny Cash! Good choice.
Prowl 8:26 pm
*turns to look at Ravage. Very calmly and politely,* ... Please don't touch me.
Windchill 8:26 pm
*This is a rare baritone performance Swoop, you had better appreciate it because it won't be happening again.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm
*Nods to Ratchet. He knows he won't get much of a cordial greeting, but that's no excuse to be a poor host.*
[[...On the bar, then. Ravage, if you'll scan it?]]
Windchill 8:26 pm
I FELL IN, TO A RING OF FIRE.
Swoop 8:26 pm
that a SONG! *is legitimately excited by this observation*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm
*Ravage sniffs at Prowl's helm, looks at Soundwave, looks to Prowl, rumbles acknowledgment of both comments, and goes to handle the bar.*
Swoop 8:27 pm
*can't NOT headbang to this song*
Windchill 8:27 pm
I FELL IN TO A BURNING RING OF FIRE,
I FELL DOWN DOWN DOWN,
AND THE FLAMES WENT HIGHER.
Ratchet 8:28 pm
*tiny nod back to Soundwave*
Bevel 8:28 pm
*she left payment for the energon she took while Ravage was playing with Prowl*
Magnum Ace 8:28 pm
-what is going on in this song?-
Smokescreen 8:28 pm
why did the teacher have a grenade
Windchill 8:28 pm
*It's at this point that Blue starts protesting with a howl of rage. She drops her unicorn to deliver an aghast scream at Dad's chin.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm
((WARNINGS: Needles, violence and blood, implied rape, death, Bane's horrible horrible voice, standard Batman mythos stuff.))
Aegis 8:28 pm
Because he doesn't know how to deal with children properly?
Smokescreen 8:29 pm
But how can a teacher afford a grenade
Specs 8:29 pm
Explosions are NOT a substitute for an effective docent.
Swoop 8:29 pm
*is absolutely bouncing off the walls with the combo of hair metal, other people's backflips, loud singing, howling bugs, and impeding puns*
Windchill 8:30 pm
*He looks down to see what the fuss is about.* What, you don't like my singing?
Aegis 8:30 pm
*Pauses, about to bite into his rust stick* That... is a better question!
Swoop 8:30 pm
*leaps onto the bar*
Tarantulas 8:30 pm
*slides in the back of the room, scanning who's already here*
Windchill 8:30 pm
*He is rewarded with a palm to the eyeball. He endures.*
Ratchet 8:30 pm
*raises hand* I liked your singing.
Swoop 8:31 pm
*spots Tarantulas from his new vantage point, SHRIEKS with joy and LAUNCHES himself at the back of the room*
Specs 8:31 pm
*the dragon chirps at Tara cheerfully*
Windchill 8:31 pm
Yeah, well...*he needs a comeback to his own spawn complaining about his song choices.* ..You're smelly.
Smokescreen 8:31 pm
!! /Staring as Swoop shrieks, and then sees Messy and beeps in excitement, running over to him!/
Ratchet 8:31 pm
*and lowers hand again. hi hello Ratchet does not even know you but Johnny Cash can't go wrong.*
Aegis 8:31 pm
*Looks at Windchill* You sing like my Carri *refuses to say if that's a good thing or not*
Magnum Ace 8:31 pm
-up on a table, out of the way, thankfully-
Windchill 8:32 pm
*Turns enough to see who was speaking to him.* You're welcome.
Tarantulas 8:32 pm
*is TACKLED, but manages to catch swoop instead of being completely toppled over. he uses his HANDS*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm
*Nods to Tarantul... well, he's dead.*
Prowl 8:32 pm
*oh! hey! Ratchet is here. who is he sitting with, if anyone?*
Windchill 8:32 pm
*Maybe he'll finish his song about fire later. Maybe not.*
Ratchet 8:32 pm
*no one. he is sitting by himself.*
Aegis 8:32 pm
*Is very glad to be out of the excitement*
Ratchet 8:32 pm
[[ is that littlefinger ]]
Smokescreen 8:32 pm
Messy! I'm so glad you're okay! What happened earlier? Was everything okay? I asked my Dad to check on you in case something strong was causing you problems, but he seemed pretty sure you were okay.
Swoop 8:33 pm
*SCRAMBLES up to sit on Tarantulas' chest (if he can) paying no mind to where his scratchy baby fingers or toes go*
Prowl 8:33 pm
*... tarantulas is here too! ......... goes to sit with ratchet.*
Tarantulas 8:33 pm
Swoop, WATCH it, Primus - what's all the fuss about?
Swoop 8:33 pm
HI!!
It me
SWOOP
Magnum Ace 8:34 pm
..........
Specs 8:34 pm
((fsgjkhafh BANE'S VOICE))
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm
((I WARNED FOR IT FOR A REASON))
Specs 8:34 pm
((god I've never actually heard the movie I didn't KNOW))
Swoop 8:34 pm
((literally sounwave))
Tarantulas 8:34 pm
*exasperated sigh* Yes, I know it's you.
Swoop 8:34 pm
((it would be extremely painful.....................................for you))
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm
((SOUNDWAVE'S VOICE IS NOT THAT SILLY))
Tarantulas 8:34 pm
*very forcefully and deliberately trying to put swoop down*
Swoop 8:34 pm
((YOU CAN'T CONTROL WHAAT SWOOP IMAGINES))
Windchill 8:35 pm
*Sets his worm down before she knocks his eye out.*
Magnum Ace 8:35 pm
((HAH
Aegis 8:35 pm
((I'm glad for emotional support while I listen to this voice for the first time omg lol))
Specs 8:35 pm
((soundwave's voice is wonderful. this scrapes against my ears like bees in my skull))
Swoop 8:35 pm
*grabs hold of Tarantulas' wrists and SQUEAKS*
Bevel 8:35 pm
*mimic's Bane's voice and then giggles to herself*
Ratchet 8:35 pm
*nods to Prowl*
Tarantulas 8:35 pm
Smokescreen, I - as you can tell, I'm perfectly - agh. Well, mostly fine.
Prowl 8:35 pm
*nods to Ratchet*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm
*Soundwave will take this temporary seat vacation to stretch his legs across his couch and watch with his arms folded in his lap. A rare publicly cozy Slend.*
Magnum Ace 8:36 pm
..............................
Ratchet 8:36 pm
Evening.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm
[[That looks painful.]]
Tarantulas 8:36 pm
*nooooooo swoop has possession of the HANDS*
Prowl 8:36 pm
@S «We have an altercation. Perhaps you should do something about the instigator.»
Smokescreen 8:36 pm
I know now- but I was worried. You're one of my best friends, and I wouldn't want to lose you!
Ratchet 8:36 pm
Could've stayed there, I won't be here long.
Swoop 8:36 pm
*would have comments about this plane getting its BUTT ripped off but he is WAY more interested in being a wiggle AT Tarantulas* HI!!!!
Magnum Ace 8:36 pm
-slowly sinks where he's sitting-
Ratchet 8:36 pm
*but he's leaning on Prowl anyway*
Windchill 8:36 pm
*Blue picks up her unicorn again to put her mouth on it.*
Prowl 8:36 pm
I'll sit with you while you are here.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm
@T: [[Do you need assistance?]]
Bevel 8:37 pm
The fire rises~
Tarantulas 8:37 pm
Hello. Whatever it is you want, I'm not giving it to you until you let. Me. Go.
*pings sw a negative*
Swoop 8:37 pm
Me Swoop want to MOVIE!!!!!
Bevel 8:37 pm
*she's going to talk like Bane for a while and no one can stop her*
Swoop 8:37 pm
Kehehehh
It ALREADY movie : >
Specs 8:37 pm
*the dragon's skin twitches like a nervous horse's each time Bevel does the Thing*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm
*Nods then. Forwards the negative to Prowl so he can see that Soundwave is not ignoring the spide.*
Ratchet 8:37 pm
[[ ...... am i crazy i don't hear anything wrong with bane's voice ]]
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm
*Stares at Bevel.* [[...Is that truly necessary.]]
Windchill 8:38 pm
*Cranes his neck around to see what the heckie Swoop is actually doing.*
Bevel 8:38 pm
*grins* Yes
Specs 8:38 pm
((I'm autistic- sound and texture are two of the worst sensory hells to me))
Tarantulas 8:38 pm
(( bane's voice sounds like someone scrubbing real hard on wet plastic
Specs 8:38 pm
((some things kick me more than others- this is one of them))
Prowl 8:38 pm
*prowl is Not Happy with that.*
Windchill 8:38 pm
(( It just sounds fake and silly to me. ))
Prowl 8:38 pm
((it just sounds like a dumb accent to me))
Swoop 8:39 pm
((I enjoy his voice but I have an ironic enjoyment of things that circumnavigates the globe and returns back to genuine enjoyment some time.))
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm
*Vents.*
[[They have kept up this charade for that long?]]
Ratchet 8:39 pm
[[ yeah i'm hearing the dumb accent but that's it ]]
Tarantulas 8:39 pm
Then what ELSE do you want, Swoop? Why are you holding - ggh.
Aegis 8:39 pm
((It sounds like he's trying to be James Bond while having a plunger stuck on his face))
Windchill 8:39 pm
(( That's exactly it. ))
Prowl 8:39 pm
((i can't hear any strange tones to his voice or anything? but i also don't have the highest sound quality))
Swoop 8:39 pm
*hopes from ONE FOOT to the OTHER FOOT and back and forth and back...* Me Swoop want to say HI to You Spiderbot!
Ratchet 8:39 pm
[[ but i've also watched this movie before and honestly could not understand a word of what he said that time because no subtitles so idk ]]
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm
[[...Nobody in the crowd finds this interesting? That he said he had the truth about Dent and then put the paper away again?]]
Tarantulas 8:40 pm
*is trying to have two conversations at once, leans to smokescreen* If I'm ever in trouble, rest assured, I'd let you know.
Specs 8:40 pm
((the singer for the mountain goats also gets me bad. I generally assume that it's me until someone says otherwise))
Tarantulas 8:40 pm
(( omg i know what you mean
(( i <3 the mountain goats but i absolutely understand, there's a quality to his voice
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm
[[...He likes her, though.]]
Tarantulas 8:41 pm
*squints at Swoop* ...You've accomplished that.
Swoop 8:41 pm
ME!!!
Magnum Ace 8:41 pm
-he's settling down now, thankfully-
Smokescreen 8:41 pm
/Coming closer to lean against Tarantulas/ Thank you, Messy- were you just doing some science experiments?
Aegis 8:42 pm
Why is she apologizing when he came near to shooting her in the head?
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm
[[She is where she should not be.]]
Tarantulas 8:43 pm
Not experiments. Modifications. *that's the half-truth he's sticking with for now*
Swoop 8:43 pm
*steps his birdy feet on top of Tarantulas' feet*
Aegis 8:43 pm
He still almost shot her... And apparently he should have tried harder...
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm
*...Soundwave sits up slightly. What an interesting thief.*
Smokescreen 8:43 pm
Modifications? Wait- wait, modifications? What'd you do?
Tarantulas 8:44 pm
*is swoop still holding onto tarantulas's wrists?*
Swoop 8:44 pm
*dinobots NEVER quit thx*
Prowl 8:44 pm
She "apologized" as part of her cover, apparently. That's the act she was putting on.
Tarantulas 8:44 pm
*tugs one of his hands over, against swoop's pulling, to show smokescreen his new servos*
Smokescreen 8:44 pm
!!!!!
/Immediately grabbing the hand!/
Swoop 8:45 pm
*laughs and lets himself get yanked without letting go*
Specs 8:45 pm
*the dragon stretches, and looks over at Tarantulas. what's going on there?*
Windchill 8:45 pm
*Blue chews on the unicorn's head and examines a seam with her chubby fingers.*
Aegis 8:45 pm
*looks over to see the fuss as Swoop gets handsy*
Swoop 8:45 pm
*is ALWAYS handsy thx*
Tarantulas 8:45 pm
You two, will you PLEASE let me sit down first before you assault me? *more exasperated than angry, for sure*
Swoop 8:46 pm
NO! kehehehhehhehheh
Smokescreen 8:46 pm
/Droopy droopy doorwings/ But Messy- Messy, it's been so long since I've seen you!
Aegis 8:46 pm
But if he sits down, you can sit on him
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm
[[...How does one wear someone else's fingerprints?]]
Windchill 8:46 pm
*Tarantulas is on his own so far as Windchill is concerned.*
Specs 8:46 pm
((our lord and savior nugget is chewing my laptop screen))
Aegis 8:46 pm
*Aeis is never helpful*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm
[[Are those not part of the human hand skin?]]
Smokescreen 8:46 pm
Maybe she stole someone's skin?
Windchill 8:46 pm
(( Good job Nugget.))
Tarantulas 8:47 pm
*since swoop is on his feet, tara will literally walk himself and swoop over to the nearest chair and take a seat*
Swoop 8:47 pm
*loves LITERALLY EVERY SECOND of getting walked across the room and makes high pitch noises to confirm this*
Tarantulas 8:47 pm
Has it really been that long, Smokescreen?
Smokescreen 8:47 pm
Well... No, but I missed you still!
Prowl 8:47 pm
*winces at the noises*
Smokescreen 8:47 pm
/Following along and is playing with Tarantulas' servo- it's a HAND!/
Tarantulas 8:48 pm
*pats smokey on the head with his hand, scritching with the clawed fingers*
Specs 8:48 pm
*okay, the dragon's too curious. she's flying over to take a look*
Swoop 8:48 pm
*GASP*
*wants scritches*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm
[[...He does not see why that is required to be happy.]]
Windchill 8:48 pm
*Shrugs.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm
[[Not that the Wayne human is happy now.]]
Swoop 8:48 pm
*leans over to Tarantulas' other hand and tries to bring it to his helm for scritches*
Smokescreen 8:49 pm
/Excited doorwing bobbing, squeezing Messy!/
Windchill 8:49 pm
*Having a bugwife and bugkids makes him happy enough.*
Bevel 8:49 pm
Meh meh meh. *annoyed noises at the lecture at Bruce about needing to get married*
Tarantulas 8:49 pm
*begrudgingly scritches swoop as well*
Swoop 8:49 pm
*VICTORY*
Specs 8:50 pm
*the dragon chooses to land on smokescreen, rather than swoop. safer that way*
Tarantulas 8:50 pm
*look prowl look, tarantulas is being a Nice Good Person*
Ratchet 8:50 pm
[[ is that the pacific rim scientist ]]
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm
((yes))
Ratchet 8:50 pm
[[ damn. everyone in this movie is recognizable from something else ]]
Windchill 8:51 pm
That's more than I can do, heh.
Prowl 8:51 pm
Humans tend to think that way. I wonder if the compulsion to, specifically, marry-and-breed is biological or cultural.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm
*A deal gone sour. He hopes she gets away from it. All that talent.*
Prowl 8:52 pm
Not just get in a relationship of some sort. Not just breed. Marry-and-breed.
Windchill 8:52 pm
Nice.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm
*...Oh, how clever!*
[[He doesn't suppose one could simply... poll the humans, somehow.]]
Magnum Ace 8:52 pm
..............
Swoop 8:52 pm
*reaches over with his wing aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand POKES Smokescreen's doorwing*
Tarantulas 8:52 pm
*overhears and blurts before he can stop himself* It's cultural.
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm
[[Where did you acquire this idea?]]
Smokescreen 8:53 pm
/BEEPS as his doorwing's poked, reaching to poke Swoop's face!/
Prowl 8:53 pm
*Nods. Mystery solved. Tarantulas would know.*
Swoop 8:53 pm
*CHIRPS*
Prowl 8:53 pm
... Is it one culture or a few or all of them?
Specs 8:53 pm
*the dragon is too busy perching on Smokescreen's head and staring at the spidepaws to ask questions*
Swoop 8:53 pm
*and then attempts to bite Smokescreen's hand before it can escape*
Tarantulas 8:53 pm
They vary. *succinct*
Magnum Ace 8:53 pm
-sinking down again-
Prowl 8:53 pm
Hm. Not where I've had an opportunity to witness them.
Tarantulas 8:53 pm
*meanwhile is trying to keep swoop and smokescreen from fighting on top of him*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm
*Glances over. He'll take Tarantulas' word on it, but he -would- like more details some time.*
Aegis 8:53 pm
Got any datapads I could borrow about those cultures?
Smokescreen 8:53 pm
/FRAG he's now kinda stuck with one servo on Messy, and one stuck in Swoop's mouth./ Swoop swoop swoop- come on!
Prowl 8:54 pm
... Soundwave please, he's biting people.
Bevel 8:54 pm
*thinks next time she goes to Earth she's gonna find a human culture that doesn't make them all marriage and breeding obsessed*
Windchill 8:54 pm
*Give 'im to Windchill.*
Swoop 8:54 pm
*doesn't bite down, just holds Smokescreen's hand firmly and chatters, narrowing his optics to try to get him to playfight*
Tarantulas 8:54 pm
*picks swoop up*
*that should do the trick*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm
[[Very well.]] *If it's gotten out of Tarantulas' control. He'll stand and start to move over.*
Swoop 8:54 pm
*HAPPY SQUEAKS*
YAHH!
Smokescreen 8:55 pm
Hmmmm- /other servo is reaching to tickle Swoop!/
Aegis 8:55 pm
*nibbling his candy happily. The movie is better than he thought it would be*
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm
[[Smokescreen. Desist. You are encouraging this.]]
Swoop 8:55 pm
*isn't ticklish but lets the servo go because of Tara's quick thinking*
Smokescreen 8:55 pm
Aw- fine. /He's going to take the chance to hug Tarantulas, if nothing else./
Tarantulas 8:55 pm
Swoop, would you like for me to make you a hammock as I did before?
*is hugged*
Specs 8:56 pm
*considers the paws* How did you do that?
Swoop 8:56 pm
NO! Me Swoop want to JUMPING!
Windchill 8:56 pm
You Swoop go outside for jumping.
Swoop 8:56 pm
*kicks his feet in the air but doesn't try to escape*
Keheheh INSIDE jumping
Aegis 8:56 pm
Huh... he pulled a Sherlock
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm
[[No inside jumping. Outside or sit down.]]
Tarantulas 8:57 pm
*attempts to deposit swoop off to the side of himself*
Swoop 8:57 pm
*keeps bending his knees unti he can't avoid being put down any longer*
Inside jumping : >
Windchill 8:58 pm
You Swoop being very naughty.
Swoop 8:58 pm
YAH
Windchill 8:58 pm
If you Swoop don't behave you'll get kicked out and you can't watch the movie or see your friends.
Tarantulas 8:58 pm
No helm-scritches, either.
Swoop 8:58 pm
Me Swoop have Ark friends : >
*leans back until he can see Soundwave upside down* Soundwave mad?
ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm
[[He is about to be if you do not calm down and watch the movie in peace.]]
[[And then you will not be allowed to see Laserbeak for another week.]]
Swoop 8:59 pm
*HASN'T BEEN CALM A DAY IN HIS LIFE*
Tarantulas 8:59 pm
*exvents and slumps into his seat now that he doesn't have swoop on him*
Swoop 9:00 pm
WHY?!?!?!
Tarantulas 9:00 pm
*he can deal with smokey hugs, that's fine*
Smokescreen 9:00 pm
/He's still holding onto Messy, climbing up so he can hang on like a koala/
Specs 9:00 pm
*and now the dragon is clambering down onto the back of tara's seat to peer at the CLAWS*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm
[[He does not want bad influences in her life. You must be very good to be her friend.]]
*She has enough bad influences.*
Tarantulas 9:01 pm
*pets smokescreen's helm again to give the dragon a good view of the three-fingered hand*
Swoop 9:01 pm
Me Swoop NEVER good! Us Dinobots always TROUBLE! Always always!
Windchill 9:01 pm
Why?
Swoop 9:02 pm
?????
Specs 9:02 pm
😮 *the dragon peers at it* You do these to yourself?
Smokescreen 9:02 pm
/Nuzzling Tarantulas./ How'd you do these mods, Messy? They're awesome!
Windchill 9:02 pm
*Squints an eye at Swoop.*
Aegis 9:02 pm
*Offers Tara a candied high grade treat* You can have these, right?
Ratchet 9:02 pm
*nudges Prowl and slides down off the couch*
Have a good night, hey?
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm
*...He wants that device.*
Swoop 9:03 pm
*bounces and makes whiny, upset noises*
Prowl 9:03 pm
*Nods.* You too.
Tarantulas 9:03 pm
*fiddling his fingers around* Designed them myself, yes. How do you THINK I did it, Smokescreen? One hand at a time, hyeh.
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm
*Pings Ratchet goodnight.*
Windchill 9:04 pm
You Swoop big baby.
Swoop 9:04 pm
nnoooOooOOOO
Windchill 9:04 pm
Yes you areeee.
Swoop 9:04 pm
NOOOOOOO
Smokescreen 9:04 pm
You can really just- design these things just like that?
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm
=At last. Another cat.=
Windchill 9:05 pm
*shakes his head. Nope. Acting like a BABY.*
Swoop 9:05 pm
*THROWS himself on the floor*
Tarantulas 9:05 pm
*takes treat from aegis but doesn't eat it yet* Depends on what this is.
Windchill 9:05 pm
*He doesn't understand why him Swoop is over there after he sang him a song and EVERYTHING.*
Smokescreen 9:05 pm
Messymessymessy have you ever done this kinda ballroom dancing?
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm
*Soundwave vents. He's going to just. Try pushing Swoop out the door.*
Swoop 9:06 pm
*CLAMPS on to whatever part of Soundwave touches him*
Tarantulas 9:06 pm
*to smokey* What kind of inventor would I be if I couldn't actually make things? And - hyeh. Well. Not this sort.
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm
*SHAKE*
*Oh, he DOES like her.*
Swoop 9:06 pm
*gets shook and giggles the tiniest bit*
*okay this is better*
Prowl 9:07 pm
*surprised glance at Soundwave*
Smokescreen 9:07 pm
But- make HANDS? That is so cool and awesome and- oooh, I could teach you if you want!
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm
*Still pushing Swoop. He'll keep his feeler out the door all night if need be.*
Specs 9:07 pm
*HAH*
Magnum Ace 9:07 pm
((HAH
Swoop 9:07 pm
*takes a nip at the feeler*
Aegis 9:07 pm
solid high grade center coated in crystal and tin. Very tasty.
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm
*NOPE no biting. FLICK Swoop.*
Swoop 9:08 pm
((flick into a space bridge? XD))
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm
*Yep.*
Windchill 9:08 pm
*sighs.*
Swoop 9:08 pm
*PCHOO*
Tarantulas 9:08 pm
You have experience with ballroom dance? *baffled, then turns to aegis* Ah, I see. My thanks, then. *pops treat in mandible-chelicerae-fang-ish monstrosity of a mouth*
Swoop 9:08 pm
*is gone*
Bevel 9:08 pm
*welp so much for tonight's entertainment*
Magnum Ace 9:09 pm
-and there went Swoop-
Aegis 9:09 pm
*Pauses to watch the mandibles moving, fascinated by how it crunches down on the treat*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm
*Curls his feeler close to himself and rubs the nip spot. These are SENSITIVE IMPLEMENTS. And back to the couch.*
Smokescreen 9:09 pm
Is that really all that surprising? I've got experience with tons of dancing- mostly Cybertronian, and then mostly Praxian, but I know how to ballroom dance!
Prowl 9:09 pm
*... As long as Ratchet's gone, gets up and heads back toward Soundwave's seat.*
Tarantulas 9:09 pm
I never figured you'd have taken up human dancing, that's all.
Specs 9:10 pm
((hey, where the FUCK do I get one of those))
Smokescreen 9:10 pm
Well, yeah! It's interesting learning about other kinds of dance. It's better than the dancing I used to have to study.
Prowl 9:10 pm
*has to pass Tarantulas's couch. Is tempted to mention that he has experience with ballroom dancing as well. ... Decides against it.*
Tarantulas 9:11 pm
*follows prowl with optics unseen under his visor*
Prowl 9:11 pm
*reclaims his seat.*
Aegis 9:11 pm
What kind of dancing have you studied?
*Curious about the different types*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm
*Soundwave wraps the feeler around the back of the couch. He might keep it nudged up close to Prowl's side.*
*...Is sort of surprised Smokescreen does such dancing but does not want a demonstration right now. Too busy trying to follow this story.*
Windchill 9:12 pm
*Ew, crowds of shouting people. His plating lifts.*
Bevel 9:12 pm
Uh-oh.
Specs 9:12 pm
*the dragon very gently reaches out, but doesn't dare tap the spide paw* Where do you make these? You have a lab?
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm
[[...Oh. He knows what kind of center this is.]]
Bevel 9:13 pm
What is it?
Prowl 9:13 pm
*starts at the nudge, immediately turns around to give Ravage an accusing look. Ravage is not there. Looks down. Oh. ... This is acceptable.*
Magnum Ace 9:13 pm
-okay, he's out!-
Smokescreen 9:13 pm
Well- it was kinda a mix- I moved a lot, and had different IDs- but there was a historical dancing class- a lot of culture that was with that class I really wish I could've done more- and, and- more formal dancing than I'd really like. And I did some dancing for some class productions!
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm
*Soundwave will have a bridge ready for poor Ace.*
Tarantulas 9:13 pm
*to the dragon* Yes, of course I do.
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm
[[It is a place where vast amounts of currency are speculated on and exchanged at rapid speeds. Much of human wealth is concentrated in them, in a sense.]]
Bevel 9:14 pm
Oh, data currency!
Magnum Ace 9:14 pm
-Don't worry, only outside for air, he actually wanted to talk to Soundwave after this-
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm
[[He has occasionally toyed with the thought of trying it out himself. He would have an unfair processing advantage, however. And he does not need]] more [[human wealth.]]
Aegis 9:15 pm
Fancy dancing... *Smiles a little*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm
*In that case, Soundwave will be available afterward.*
Specs 9:15 pm
*the dragon hesitates, humming indecisively. how to ask her question? more small talk, maybe* So, you have a lab in your universe, then. You're from Prowl's section, right?
Magnum Ace 9:16 pm
-good, it involves a few things that have been going on recently-
Windchill 9:16 pm
*Maybe they're just no good at shooting, then.*
Tarantulas 9:17 pm
*squints curiously at the dragon* Yyyes. Same cluster. Why do you ask?
Smokescreen 9:17 pm
BAMAN
Bevel 9:17 pm
*nods, she has some human currency herself, not much, but it's all in data, maybe she should take it out of that universe and put it in this one. just in case*
Specs 9:17 pm
But your lab isn't in THAT particular universe, right? You've got a pocket dimension?
Aegis 9:17 pm
Oh Primus that is a sexy bike...
Prowl 9:17 pm
*hears his name, nearly turns in that direction; but turns back to the movie.*
Tarantulas 9:18 pm
*narrowed squint* How do you know that?
Windchill 9:18 pm
*The only thing he uses human currency for is to buy aluminum straws and stickers for Swoop.*
Prowl 9:18 pm
*... not sure WHY he turns back. it's not exactly holding his attention.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm
[[...There is a human making off with -that much currency- and the fool wants to destroy the helpful vigilante?]]
Swoop 9:18 pm
*hasn't BOUGHT a single thing in his life*
Smokescreen 9:18 pm
Sounds- have you noticed humans aren't that smart sometimes?
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm
[[Many, many, many times.]]
Windchill 9:18 pm
*Shame on you, Swoop.*
Prowl 9:19 pm
He's the "helpful vigilante" that they believe terrorized the police, murdered Gotham's biggest hope, and disappeared for eight years.
Prowl 9:19 pm
From their perspective, he ISN'T a "helpful vigilante."
Specs 9:19 pm
*the dragon sighs. whatever* Because I live in one. And I need to figure out if the Eaten left behind any way to automatically shut one down because I don't want everyone to DIE. *whoops, that was a little overstressed*
Tarantulas 9:20 pm
Yes, very well - but how did you KNOW I live in one?
Bevel 9:20 pm
*has used hers for various earth alloys and in dealings with humans*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm
[[He supposes that is true.]] *And he's not against seeing the wealth redistributed, but if these are police, they probably should have some sense of priority. One murder versus an economy?*
Smokescreen 9:21 pm
WHOA THAT WAS SO COOL
Messy messy messy do you think my tires could do that?
Windchill 9:21 pm
*Points* Dogs.
Tarantulas 9:22 pm
*is completely focused on the dragon, sorry for ignoring you smokey*
Aegis 9:22 pm
Might be easier on the frame to have spherical tires and a magnetic system worked up for it rather than making your body bounce with them as they rotate.
Magnum Ace 9:22 pm
-peers back in-
-nope-
Smokescreen 9:22 pm
I guess so.... but still. It looks so cool
Bevel 9:23 pm
*laughs*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm
*Harsh huff.*
Smokescreen 9:23 pm
/He's going to reach to pet Messy's face./
Bevel 9:24 pm
Oh. Oh, she wants to start really fresh.
Aegis 9:24 pm
Did he think maybe it's a bad idea to lie to a master thief?
Tarantulas 9:24 pm
*gently grasps smokey's hand and pushes down*
Smokescreen 9:24 pm
/Awww- will hold Messy's hand, then./
Windchill 9:25 pm
Cool, maybe we'll get some flying.
Specs 9:26 pm
*the dragon shifts uncomfortably* I've been scanning for similar dimensions to mine. I... I wanted to know how you make them, how you destroy them. I noticed some patterns. I didn't realize it was a secret, I wouldn't have said anything if I'd known... *she looks guilty about it*
Windchill 9:26 pm
*Glances down to check on his spawn, who's still sliming her unicorn.*
Tarantulas 9:26 pm
*dragon's getting pinned with the keenest pointiest stare* ...Do you have any sort of communications unit on your person?
Magnum Ace 9:27 pm
-peers back in again-
Prowl 9:28 pm
@T «Better find out what equipment she's been using to scan with, too, and how it works.»
Specs 9:28 pm
*flat dragon* ...No. The bridge I use has one attached. There may be others in the dimension with multiverse access, but I wouldn't know.
Tarantulas 9:29 pm
...We'll talk later, then.
Specs 9:29 pm
That's fair. I'm sorry.
Smokescreen 9:29 pm
no no no no no
Magnum Ace 9:30 pm
....
Smokescreen 9:30 pm
/Dangit this scene is painful and he's squeezing Tarantulas/
Windchill 9:30 pm
*Huffs.*
Tarantulas 9:30 pm
@P: ::I don't have to be told how to manage affairs like this.::
Magnum Ace 9:30 pm
-he's staying by the door, thanks-
Aegis 9:30 pm
*Looks at Smokey worriedly*
Tarantulas 9:30 pm
*uugghhhh* Smmmokescreen, please loosen up a tad.
Prowl 9:31 pm
@T «Just suggesting.»
Smokescreen 9:31 pm
/squeezesqueeze loosen sliiiightly/ but alfred! Alfred just
Tarantulas 9:31 pm
*ping back at prowl. tarantulas is a bit bristly rn*
Windchill 9:32 pm
Ew, underground.
*Gagging sounds.*
Tarantulas 9:32 pm
*at smokey* What did he?
Aegis 9:32 pm
Underground isn't bad
Tarantulas 9:32 pm
*has no fricken idea what's been going on in the movie*
Windchill 9:32 pm
Underground is bad to me.
Smokescreen 9:32 pm
He left! And he cared so much for Bruce but he had to leave because he cared about Bruce so much and
Tarantulas 9:33 pm
Oh, oh, I see. It'll work itself out. *dismissive petting*
Aegis 9:34 pm
*lightly pats Smokey* sometimes guardians have to let go. Besides, its not as if this Bruce character is a youngling
Smokescreen 9:34 pm
But it hurts to see- and it hurts because he didn't want to leave but
Windchill 9:34 pm
*Snorts.*
Swoop 9:35 pm
((lolololol))
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm
*...What a wonderfully effective threat.*
Windchill 9:35 pm
*Nice.*
Aegis 9:35 pm
This man is decidedly unintelligent
Tarantulas 9:35 pm
*sinks even more into his chair, vaguely rubbing at his helm*
Magnum Ace 9:36 pm
-....yikes-
Windchill 9:37 pm
*Blue takes the toy out of her mouth to stare at the ceiling.*
Aegis 9:38 pm
*snorts quietly, eating his treats* They put the trash in the garbage
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm
[[Ha.]]
Windchill 9:38 pm
Can't even afford an umbrella.
Smokescreen 9:38 pm
Is this stuff what it's actually like to do detective work?
Windchill 9:39 pm
*Really?*
Aegis 9:40 pm
...oh god, why are their clothes gone?
Windchill 9:40 pm
Probably post-fuckin'.
Aegis 9:40 pm
*Very softly but with much enthusiasm* Ew
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm
[[Ah, yes. Leave someone unguarded in the house where all your secrets are.]]
Smokescreen 9:41 pm
Wait they were what
Aegis 9:41 pm
They were doing the clang clang
Smokescreen 9:41 pm
: (
Windchill 9:41 pm
That's how you make...babies.
*He would know.*
Smokescreen 9:42 pm
is this how we're going to get all the robins
Aegis 9:42 pm
*mutters into his drink* Not if you pull out in time
Bevel 9:42 pm
*Bane voice* Clang clang. *laughs*
Windchill 9:42 pm
*Didn't pull out in time.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm
[[-Please,- Bevel.]]
Magnum Ace 9:42 pm
.......
Smokescreen 9:43 pm
why does he sound kinda like yoda
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm
[[He has forgotten how to fight someone who is physically superior to him. This cannot end well.]]
Windchill 9:43 pm
Nope.
Smokescreen 9:43 pm
rip baman
Windchill 9:44 pm
This is a very wet fight scene.
*Brilliant observation time.*
Bevel 9:45 pm
He is really dramatic.
Windchill 9:45 pm
I love it.
Aegis 9:46 pm
Oh no....
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm
*Light wince.*
Bevel 9:46 pm
*cringes*
Windchill 9:46 pm
*Speaking of dramatic, Blue chooses this moment to use her insectoid strength to HURL her toy across the room.*
Aegis 9:47 pm
Well. That happened.
Windchill 9:47 pm
*Windchill watches it go, powerless.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm
*He saw plenty of gladiators get their spinal struts severed, but they were Cybertronians. Humans are so much more fr-- SNAP out goes the feeler.*
*...Disgusting. A drool doll. He's just. Gonna. Hand this back. Slowly.*
[[Please... no projectile weapons.]]
Windchill 9:48 pm
*He'll accept it back. Drool doesn't bother him.* Thanks.
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm
[[You are welcome.]]
Windchill 9:49 pm
*He gives it back to his spawn, and shakes his finger at her. She looks quite pleased with herself as she puts her mouth on it once more.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm
*Shakes off his feeler a bit. He's gonna grab a cleaning rag from the bar and rub the claws all over it.*
Tarantulas 9:50 pm
*shifting in his seat, absentmindedly petting smokescreen. hrm. thinking. then a sudden mental lurch*
Smokescreen 9:50 pm
/Petting Messy in return, very very comfy right now!/
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm
[[Rather good with speeches, isn't he.]]
[[He oughtn't monologue so much, but he does have a flair.]]
Windchill 9:52 pm
Monologues are the fun part.
Prowl 9:52 pm
*mumbles something that includes the word "tedious"*
Tarantulas 9:52 pm
@P: ::I - I apologize for being terse, you - didn't deserve that.::
Prowl 9:53 pm
@T «S'fine. ... Appreciated.»
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm
*Puffs quietly and gently pats Prowl. He's no Megatron, for sure. But the occasional line does impress. Or would, if this plan didn't spit on all the poor and beaten down he is using to fulfill it.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm
[[...They cannot possibly be so foolish.]]
[[Unless that human]] *point* [[is the one in charge. Then, evidently, they can.]]
Aegis 9:55 pm
Sure they can, they're humans
Windchill 9:55 pm
*Blue drops her unicorn in Chill's lap and rolls. She's making a break for it.*
Aegis 9:56 pm
*Watches Blue, ready to snag her if she comes by him*
Smokescreen 9:57 pm
you can't interrogate a corpse
Windchill 9:57 pm
*She takes a moment to gather her bearings, staring about the room. Chill allows this, for now.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm
*Watches Blue briefly. As long as she doesn't get anywhere she can hurt herself.*
Magnum Ace 9:58 pm
................
Magnum Ace 9:58 pm
-ducks back out before this can go down-
Windchill 9:59 pm
*She heads off to explore and investigate all of the feet.*
Tarantulas 9:59 pm
*whose feet she gettin first*
Smokescreen 9:59 pm
((dasbmcxfxvc i cant hear this withouot thinking of a very very very specific thing
Tarantulas 10:00 pm
(( tell tell tell
Smokescreen 10:00 pm
((4kids fourth of july
Aegis 10:00 pm
((The one episode of South Park with the dude trying to hit a high note to blow up a donkey?))
Windchill 10:00 pm
*Chill summons his holoform to follow her.*
Smokescreen 10:00 pm
(( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pcPo16QJHg
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!! FROM ALL OF US AT 4KIDS!!
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!! FROM ALL OF US AT 4KIDS!!
Lol
Aegis 10:00 pm
((omfg))
Tarantulas 10:00 pm
(( sdkfjghsdfg
Magnum Ace 10:01 pm
((holy shit
Tarantulas 10:01 pm
*what holoform is this? is it a unicorn?*
Windchill 10:01 pm
*Naturally.*
Tarantulas 10:01 pm
*fantastic*
Windchill 10:01 pm
*It's basically useless.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm
*Folds his hands and rests his chin on them. Where is this going.*
Bevel 10:02 pm
*Bevel fails to notice the baby but she definitely notices the unicorn*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm
*Glance in Prowl's direction.* [[Have you ever needed to borrow another Cybertronian's car mode.]]
Prowl 10:02 pm
*extremely confused look.*
Windchill 10:02 pm
*Blue worms her way across the floor like a worm. She can't see a whole lot from down there so the direction is random.*
*The unicorn follows some distance behind.*
Tarantulas 10:03 pm
*tarantulas may or may not be wiggling the two toes on one pede toward blue*
Windchill 10:03 pm
*The worm sees...MOVEMENT.*
Smokescreen 10:04 pm
/Hearing that and is giving the most concerned look at Prowl- he wouldn't right/
Windchill 10:04 pm
Predictable.
Magnum Ace 10:04 pm
-peers back in-
Prowl 10:04 pm
... I am a car.
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm
[[Yes. He knows. That is why he wonders if you have ever run into trouble and needed to borrow someone else. Blown-out tires, perhaps.]]
[[Human police borrow cars quite often. It amuses him.]]
Tarantulas 10:05 pm
*will do everything in his power to keep blue's attention. he'd very much like a cute distraction yes thank you*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm
*Nods to Ace.*
Windchill 10:05 pm
*She's going for it.*
Prowl 10:06 pm
... No. I haven't.
Smokescreen 10:06 pm
/A relieved sigh and is back to watching the movie and petting Tarantulas./
Magnum Ace 10:06 pm
.........
Smokescreen 10:06 pm
why do they want to offline all the humans in gotham anyway
Magnum Ace 10:06 pm
-small wave to Soundwave-
Smokescreen 10:06 pm
why do they keep doing this
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm
[[He hopes you never need to, then.]]
@P: [[Though he would not be averse to flying you somewhere. Provided you were not sitting on him in vehicle mode again.]]
Prowl 10:07 pm
Hff—!
@S «I meant to transform.»
Aegis 10:07 pm
*Looks over at Smokescreen* Because the writers couldn't think of anything new?
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm
@P: [[He knows.]]
[[And they do it because the League insists that Gotham must be wiped away to start a clean slate.]]
Tarantulas 10:08 pm
*wiggly worm, meet wiggly toes. tarantulas will even scoop and lift blue with his pede if she/windchill lets him*
Magnum Ace 10:08 pm
-curious if he wants to come back in or not-
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm
*It's probably not going to get any less bleak, Ace.*
[[...Oh dear.]]
Aegis 10:08 pm
Funny how he calls Gotham corrupt and yet the League of Shadows cast him out?
Magnum Ace 10:09 pm
...............
Windchill 10:09 pm
*Blue isn't going to notice, she's too busy swatting at toes.*
Smokescreen 10:10 pm
... Megabane
Banetron
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm
[[Practically.]]
Windchill 10:10 pm
*The unicorn notices, though, and begins to pace.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm
*This must be some kind of nightmare scenario for his seatmate.*
Magnum Ace 10:11 pm
-ducks back out-
Prowl 10:11 pm
*he's kind of bored, honestly.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm
*That, too, is fair.*
Aegis 10:12 pm
I'd be curious to know more about this so called Dent act
Prowl 10:13 pm
*he's already seen one madman turn a civilization over into anarchy by shouting lies that contain the words "justice" and "freedom." this one just isn't as convincing.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm
[[...That is hardly justice.]]
Tarantulas 10:14 pm
*then up blue goes. she's lifted a few feet off the ground, not much, mostly just for fun and if she wants to climb the spiky leg*
Magnum Ace 10:14 pm
-pokes his head back in again-
Smokescreen 10:14 pm
......
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm
[][][]I don't believe that man's ever been to medical school.[][][]
Smokescreen 10:15 pm
/Squeezing Tarantulas- Primus this is painful to watch/
Aegis 10:15 pm
Wow that is... medieval
Smokescreen 10:15 pm
PFPFFF-
Tarantulas 10:15 pm
*pets smokey. sweet sensitive little thing*
Aegis 10:15 pm
There's some merit to what he's doing.
Magnum Ace 10:15 pm
-wow, that looked painful-
Windchill 10:16 pm
*She perches sedately, not the slightest bit concerned with this situation. Her tiny fingers prod at the toes curiously.*
Aegis 10:16 pm
*Looks over at the toe picker*
Smokescreen 10:16 pm
/Hey little's a bit much but the petting is appreciated, and Smokescreen is squeezing Tarantulas/
Tarantulas 10:17 pm
*wiggles his toes in funny rhythms, gently poking back at bluebottle*
Windchill 10:18 pm
*Puts her mouth on a toe.*
*The unicorn snorts nervously.*
Aegis 10:18 pm
How much time is passing anyways....
Windchill 10:18 pm
She bites.
Tarantulas 10:18 pm
*chuckles* And what are her teeth composed of, ununtrium?
Specs 10:19 pm
((...pasta. pasta. this is pasta. pasta.))
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm
((LMAO))
Windchill 10:19 pm
(( HELP. ))
Specs 10:19 pm
((help me I'm dying))
Windchill 10:19 pm
I have no idea.
Magnum Ace 10:20 pm
.....
Windchill 10:20 pm
*So far, no biting, only curious jaw tensing. She's like a shark, she investigates things with her teeth.*
Tarantulas 10:21 pm
*tarantulas doesn't seem to mind*
*toe goes wiggle wiggle*
Magnum Ace 10:21 pm
-three months huh?-
Tarantulas 10:21 pm
*probably tastes unusual, he made them of some weird mad science alloy*
Aegis 10:22 pm
three months and his back has healed enough to try rock climbing.
Windchill 10:22 pm
*She lifts her head to smack her lips.*
Aegis 10:22 pm
*This little medic smells bullshit on the part of the movie plot*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm
[[So much for that.]]
Smokescreen 10:23 pm
😧
Windchill 10:23 pm
*The unicorn watches its spawn, unmoving.*
Smokescreen 10:23 pm
sounds next week will the movie be less miserable : (
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm
[[Next week the films will be documentaries about cats - Ravage's request - and spiders.]]
Tarantulas 10:24 pm
*chuckles more. adorable little spawn*
Smokescreen 10:24 pm
: O
Specs 10:24 pm
((PASTA THIS IS PASTA PASTA))
Magnum Ace 10:24 pm
-huffs and shakes off the last scene with gunfire-
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm
[[Why does he not just... climb the rope?]]
Aegis 10:26 pm
I'm a bit curious why the have captions for everything but that chanting.
Smokescreen 10:26 pm
That'd be smart
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm
[[It is clearly strong enough to support him. It supports him when he falls.]]
Windchill 10:26 pm
*These toes are not tasty.*
Tarantulas 10:27 pm
*how big is the wormchild?*
Smokescreen 10:27 pm
: O
Windchill 10:27 pm
*About 20 feet long at this point, give or take a little.*
Aegis 10:28 pm
Not going to lie, I was waiting for that rock to crack under his weight because he's more than a child.
Tarantulas 10:28 pm
(( oh my god the wormchild is NOT small, wow
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm
[[Very versatile in the career department, that human.]]
Magnum Ace 10:29 pm
............
Windchill 10:29 pm
(( Nope, her parents are huge. ))
Tarantulas 10:30 pm
*tarantulas only has half of blue lifted off the ground then, his whole leg isn't quite 20 ft*
Windchill 10:30 pm
*Fair.*
Bevel 10:31 pm
*she's a little more than twice as tall as that baby geez*
Aegis 10:32 pm
*Suddenly feels small because he's only 20 feet tall*
Windchill 10:33 pm
*The worm puts a toe back in her mouth, just to be sure it is not in fact tasty.*
Magnum Ace 10:33 pm
-he's not even that, so hush-
Smokescreen 10:33 pm
/He's... One foot taller than a baby dangit/
Tarantulas 10:33 pm
*wiggly toe*
Magnum Ace 10:33 pm
-he's human sized-
Windchill 10:35 pm
*Nope, still not tasty. She looks up at its owner to cheep and fuss and complain about it.*
Tarantulas 10:36 pm
*chuckles and chitters right back at her, wonders if there are linguistic patterns to her noises*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm
[[...He had nothing better to do with the time?]]
Prowl 10:38 pm
So much for the element of surprise.
Windchill 10:38 pm
*She speaks limited Insecticon.*
Aegis 10:38 pm
So extra.
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm
[[Now he has announced his presence to someone who has already proven not to fear him.]]
Windchill 10:39 pm
*Still, much of it is simply gibberish.*
Tarantulas 10:39 pm
*oho! so tarantulas might pick up a smidge of chatter from the chitter*
Prowl 10:39 pm
Unless his strategy requires them knowing. Which, so far, I doubt.
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm
[["Strategy". He's lost much of that in the eight years.]]
Magnum Ace 10:40 pm
....
Prowl 10:40 pm
Clearly.
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm
[[A clear point in favor of staying in practice in one's chosen field.]]
Aegis 10:40 pm
He could have at least been playing RTS games...
Windchill 10:41 pm
*These toes are not tasty and she's filing a complaint.*
*She swats the toes in question to make her point.*
Smokescreen 10:41 pm
He's just not very good at this
Tarantulas 10:41 pm
*ok, whew. leg is getting sore, gotta lower it*
Prowl 10:42 pm
*mutter mutter you don't save people out of a debt to them.*
Windchill 10:42 pm
*She's free.*
Magnum Ace 10:42 pm
......
-he doesn't like where this is going-
Tarantulas 10:42 pm
*not if tarantulas can manage to pick her up with the other foot, she's not free*
Aegis 10:43 pm
Walking or running in a straight line directly towards the people with guns. Smart.
Windchill 10:43 pm
*Her butt end is free, and she stomps her feet.*
Magnum Ace 10:45 pm
-he's about to duck out again-
Aegis 10:45 pm
*Sees there's still half an hour left* what are the chances that Tate was in on this f too?
Tarantulas 10:45 pm
*glances over at windchill. he's amused he's let this go on, but pleased*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm
[[Listened closely to the stories, did you?]]
Windchill 10:46 pm
*She hasn't been picked up or otherwise majorly interfered with.*
Aegis 10:46 pm
Kind of. Other things are interesting here. *looks over at Blue and Tara*
Windchill 10:47 pm
*Here we go.*
((His ducklip yelling, help me.))
Smokescreen 10:48 pm
!!!!
SHE WAS
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm
[[Of course she was. They told us so in the stories. Bane could not simultaneously be the protector with the damaged face and the child he was protecting.]]
Tarantulas 10:49 pm
*is wholly focused on blue, extends a hand toward her, a few feet away, palm up, as if to say hello*
Smokescreen 10:49 pm
Well, yes- but I couldn't be sure
Magnum Ace 10:49 pm
.....
Windchill 10:50 pm
*Blue stares at the hand. It might be tasty.*
Tarantulas 10:50 pm
*it's a different alloy, go for it*
Smokescreen 10:51 pm
Man, if she didn't do this exposition, she'd have done her thing already
Aegis 10:51 pm
*Definitely wasn't paying attention because he didn't catch that Bane was the protector*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm
[[The slow knife that gets nothing done.]]
Smokescreen 10:51 pm
The slow knife that misses the chance to win
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm
[[Moderate knives are best.]]
Magnum Ace 10:51 pm
-phew-
Smokescreen 10:51 pm
As the humans say! Early knife gets the bird
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm
[[...No human says that.]]
Magnum Ace 10:51 pm
-ooooor not-
Smokescreen 10:52 pm
...... They don't?
Omicron 10:52 pm
*Ice Queen hops as gently as she can out of her bridge. looking around wary and blinks around*
Windchill 10:52 pm
*Hand goes in mouth.*
Aegis 10:52 pm
That's not how it goes
Smokescreen 10:52 pm
Oh yeah! It's early knife gets the worm
Magnum Ace 10:52 pm
....still wrong
Aegis 10:52 pm
It's, "You have to burn down the kitchen to make an omlette"
Smokescreen 10:52 pm
I guess- why would you get a worm by stabbing it?
Magnum Ace 10:52 pm
...no
Smokescreen 10:52 pm
Early knife gets the knife
Magnum Ace 10:52 pm
Still no
Aegis 10:53 pm
Wait, she's leaving him there to die..?
Smokescreen 10:53 pm
Early knife gets the swipe?
Magnum Ace 10:53 pm
It's 'the early bird gets the worm'
Smokescreen 10:53 pm
.... birds get worms?
Windchill 10:53 pm
*He's not going to assist with the human idioms.*
Omicron 10:53 pm
whaat? *surpized she made the movie, looks for a spot to lay down with Racer*
Magnum Ace 10:53 pm
Yeah
Smokescreen 10:54 pm
Wow- what else do they get?
Early bird gets the knife?
Magnum Ace 10:54 pm
No
Prowl 10:54 pm
*prowl still doesn't like those vehicles.*
Smokescreen 10:54 pm
😔
Tarantulas 10:54 pm
*wiggles his fingers around, poking at her teeth and mouthparts*
Bevel 10:54 pm
*waves to Omicron*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm
*They do look much worse not in black.*
Magnum Ace 10:54 pm
No knives
Prowl 10:54 pm
*he didn't like them in black, either.*
Omicron 10:54 pm
*gives a rumbling purr at Bevel as she lays down*
Magnum Ace 10:55 pm
They don't eat knives
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm
*Shakes his helm.*
Smokescreen 10:55 pm
/Also going to try to put a finger in Tarantulas' mouth. He's curious!/
Tarantulas 10:55 pm
(( smokey what sgfdgh
Magnum Ace 10:55 pm
....Earth birds don't, I mean.
Windchill 10:55 pm
*Her mandibles twitch, feeling of the hand while her teeth go nom-nom.*
Tarantulas 10:56 pm
*is it a dent-y nom nom*
Windchill 10:56 pm
*Not really.*
Smokescreen 10:56 pm
((smokey doesnt know if he could or how messy's mouth works
Aegis 10:56 pm
*Looks at Tara* You used to getting pawed at, or do you just have a lot of patience?
Omicron 10:56 pm
Racer: *chirps from icy's back, trying to mimic her pose there, though eyeing smokescreen, remembers him...and peded*
Prowl 10:56 pm
They have ten minutes. A handful of children at the bridge wouldn't have been able to escape the blast radius anyway. The people at the bridge killed nobody by preventing them from crossing.
Tarantulas 10:57 pm
*nips smokey's finger with his mandibles, then snorts at aegis* Neither, actually.
Aegis 10:57 pm
*eyes him up and down* ...surprising....
Magnum Ace 10:58 pm
-back to trying to ignore the firefight on screen-
Smokescreen 10:58 pm
!! /Whoa, that was cool! Smokescreen's poking at Messy's mandibles now./
Windchill 10:58 pm
*Blue spits out the fingers. She's had tastier.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm
[[He assumes there are cars bringing the police to the other side. They ought have let the children over, packed as many as possible in, and driven away as fast as they could. Human cars do go over 60 miles per hour.]]
[[If nothing else, the children needn't have seen the blast coming, that way.]]
Tarantulas 10:59 pm
*boops her nonexistent nose-area with a spat-out finger*
Windchill 10:59 pm
*She makes an OFFENDED >: O face, despite lacking any eyebrows or two eyes.*
Smokescreen 10:59 pm
uh
yu guys
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm
[[They do not have -time- for that, Primus below.]]
Smokescreen 11:00 pm
there's a bomb
Aegis 11:00 pm
There is literally no time for you to be kissing!
Omicron 11:00 pm
*Icy grins, glances at her sparkling eeeeyyyeing Prowl and Soundwave, waiting*
Tarantulas 11:00 pm
*and also solidly blocks smokey from poking between the mandibles. no dice*
Aegis 11:00 pm
*So glad someone else is offended with him*
Omicron 11:00 pm
Its organics, there's always time to kiss
Windchill 11:00 pm
I always make time to kiss.
Smokescreen 11:00 pm
/Awww- fair enough. Smokescreen's just going to lean against Tarantulas, getting pretty tired./
Magnum Ace 11:00 pm
........
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm
[[Focus and do the job in time and there will be plenty of time to have superior kisses afterward. Celebratory ones.]]
Magnum Ace 11:01 pm
-he's got this...right?-
Smokescreen 11:01 pm
Isn't that gonna pollute the water though
or destroy everything in it godzilla style
Prowl 11:01 pm
Far be it for me to say that saving two dozen lives out of twelve million isn't better than saving zero lives out of twelve million—but it's not a lot better, and they would still have had to negotiate with the police on the bridge, navigate a massive buss through the barricade, and THEN start driving away from the blast radius. There odds were incredibly low even wiht the bridge intact.
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm
[[The sort that tell someone how glad you are to see them returned.]]
Windchill 11:01 pm
Fish lives matter.
Aegis 11:02 pm
Fish are friends, not food?
Prowl 11:02 pm
"No autopilot." He's not planning to come back. No, he didn't have an option for celebratory kisses when he got back.
Omicron 11:02 pm
Fish are snacks n.n
Smokescreen 11:02 pm
... Aren't you in trouble if you see the cloud that close
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm
[[Hm. That is right. Still. He hadn't the time either way.]]
Prowl 11:02 pm
Agreed.
Aegis 11:02 pm
Okay, but why was he kissing her when she wasn't the one he had a romantic interest in?
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm
*And he supposes Prowl has a point. But damn it, they could have tried.*
Omicron 11:03 pm
they may not be able to reproduce but they can live longer?
....ish
Tarantulas 11:03 pm
*kissing? bombs? what? tarantulas is going to let blue down again, he's got no idea what's going on*
Smokescreen 11:03 pm
....
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm
*...He liked it better when Kirk said that passage about Spock.*
Smokescreen 11:03 pm
ALFRED.
h no oh no oh no
Windchill 11:03 pm
*Nothing important, just fiction.*
Bevel 11:03 pm
All these human documentaries have humans all obsessed with kissing at the worst time.
Smokescreen 11:03 pm
/Smokescreen's clinging to Tarantulas now/
Prowl 11:03 pm
*he called Spock human.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm
*Not that part. The reading of the same text.*
*That part, he has since decided, was unbearably rude.*
Aegis 11:04 pm
*Spock is half human, it counts right?*
Prowl 11:04 pm
*Yeah, all right. The same text was fine.*
Tarantulas 11:04 pm
*patpat smokey*
Smokescreen 11:04 pm
/clingclingcling/
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm
*...Hmm. A statue.*
Smokescreen 11:05 pm
!!
Omicron 11:05 pm
Racer: *inching down, eyeing smokescreen or nearest mech's pedes*
Windchill 11:06 pm
*The worm is free for real this time. She shakes herself.*
Smokescreen 11:06 pm
SERIOUSLY WAYNE why do you gotta make everyone think you're dead
haven't you caused alfred ENOUGH pain
Aegis 11:06 pm
Maybe it'll be less than eight years this time?
Omicron 11:06 pm
drama reasons?
Smokescreen 11:06 pm
frag him
Aegis 11:06 pm
Too small
Smokescreen 11:06 pm
No!!
Aegis 11:06 pm
*snickers*
Windchill 11:07 pm
*It's not real.*
Prowl 11:07 pm
Well. That was tedious.
Windchill 11:08 pm
*Stretches a little.*
Aegis 11:08 pm
I've seen worse. It's not bad for passing the time
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm
[[May you enjoy next week's better, then.]] *He's sure you will. All those spiders.*
Prowl 11:08 pm
*prowl's only a fan of one spider*
Smokescreen 11:08 pm
Sounds can we watch the Batman movie or show from the 1960's
Omicron 11:08 pm
Spiders?
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm
[[We have seen that one. Jet pack umbrellas.]]
Smokescreen 11:08 pm
wait we have
Bevel 11:08 pm
*has no feelings about spiders tbh*
Omicron 11:08 pm
((silver age batman!))
Prowl 11:09 pm
*......... jet pack umbrellas ...... ... . .. . .*
Windchill 11:09 pm
*Windchill turns, making distinctly Insecticon chirps to summon his spawn back to him.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm
*He can practically FEEL those dots*
Windchill 11:09 pm
*She stares back at her creator imperiously.*
Smokescreen 11:10 pm
oceanic repellent bat spray
Omicron 11:10 pm
*Ice Queen looks over at Soundwave, is it okay if her hatchling scoots around?*
Tarantulas 11:10 pm
*cute!!! oh no windchill is kind of a good dad shit what*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm
*It is absolutely okay.*
Windchill 11:10 pm
*Blue wiggles her butt.*
Smokescreen 11:11 pm
Oh yeah- Messy, have you seen my Dad at all? I haven't gotten the chance to check on him- I figured seeing him yesterday would've been a bad idea. With, you know. His old eating habits.
Tarantulas 11:11 pm
*is it possible tarantulas can churr goodbye to, as he says, "little blue" before she leaves hearing range. he's enamored*
Omicron 11:11 pm
Racer: *hatchling hops down after getting an chirp from Icy, he looks around and gives dragonic grin. Pedes of everyone beware of ponces*
Windchill 11:13 pm
*Blue looks back at the noise, her head craned back in a way that suggests she doesn't know how her neck is supposed to work yet, and YELLS incoherently.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm
*Soundwave settles in properly at last and motions for Ravage to come over. Ravage does so without complaint, smushing his face into Soundwave's shin before flopping across his feet and staring at the room through half-shuttered optics.*
@P: [[Perhaps he should consider opening a daycare branch.]]
Specs 11:13 pm
((I would die for blue ngl))
Tarantulas 11:13 pm
*bursts out laughing*
Windchill 11:13 pm
(( So would Windchill. ))
Tarantulas 11:13 pm
(( such a Good Dad
Aegis 11:14 pm
Why are buglets so cute....
Prowl 11:14 pm
@S «I'd agree, but then you'd be leaving Swoop alone in there to kill all the far more fragile newbuilds.»
Omicron 11:14 pm
RAcer: *Chitters back at Blue's yelling from his spot, what the heck was that?*
Tarantulas 11:14 pm
(( RATTY
(( there was a rat beb
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm
@P: [[That Dinobot will be the end of him.]]
((RATTIES))
*Glance to Bevel.* [[Have you got that voice out of your system?]]
Tarantulas 11:15 pm
*looks down at Smokescreen, he'd said something right* What?
Windchill 11:15 pm
*Blue yells at the room at large, now.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm
[[Or should he warn your creator?]]
Prowl 11:15 pm
@S «Why do you let him come back, then. He's out of control and demonstrating absolutely no signs of maturing or changing his behavior.»
Omicron 11:16 pm
*Icy face palms with a forepaw, knows her hatchling might yell back soon*
Bevel 11:16 pm
Yeah, he was boring anyway.
Windchill 11:16 pm
*The unicorn trots over to, maybe, herd her back in the right direction. It's much smaller than she is though, wish it luck.*
Tarantulas 11:16 pm
(( RATTIES SO MANY
Prowl 11:16 pm
@S «When he makes it through a whole movie night without being ejected, it's not because his behavior has improved, it's because it didn't strike his fancy to do something that happens to be disruptive.»
Smokescreen 11:16 pm
Have you seen him at all recently? I was gonna check up on him, but it might've been bad while I was like that- Has he been taking care of himself? He hasn't been eating stuff he shouldn't right?
Windchill 11:17 pm
*Windchill chirrups again, regaining his spawn's attention.*
Get back here, young lady.
*Blue appears to think about this.*
Tarantulas 11:19 pm
*impulse to lie is strong, must resist* I - have seen him, but I can't discern his diet from merely crossing paths with him, you know.
Magnum Ace 11:19 pm
((MY INTERNET DIED
Aegis 11:19 pm
*Perks up, this band is nice*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm
@P: [[...Laserbeak does not like that the Autobots keep him locked inside of a cave until they require his services. She believes he will eventually come to question why he is welcome elsewhere and not at his own home.]] *Tiny puff.* [[He cannot say he has much faith left in that. And he does not know the slightest thing about training Dinobots.]]
Windchill 11:20 pm
*The worm hesitates. Music is playing and Dad might burst into song at any moment.*
Smokescreen 11:20 pm
... That's fair, that's fair, Messy. Anyway- I can check up on him myself later! Maybe I can just... phase into him and check? But we should just cuddle and stuff for now, right?
Tarantulas 11:20 pm
You and I, or you and him?
Omicron 11:20 pm
*icy crosses forelegs and watches her hatchling sniff his way to where snacks are*
Aegis 11:21 pm
*Very confused, Tara looks neat so why is he being called Messy?*
Prowl 11:21 pm
@S «He's NOT welcome here. He's tolerated until he becomes too destructive. What you are describing is a case for putting all of the Autobots in his universe on trial for severe civil rights violations and getting Swoop to a competent therapist—but it's NOT a case for allowing Swoop to terrorize and attempt to harm strangers from different universes.»
Smokescreen 11:21 pm
You and me should cuddle together- I can checkup on him myself later.
Magnum Ace 11:21 pm
-okay, so that's all over, but...-
Windchill 11:21 pm
*She makes up her mind, cheeping and wiggling her way across the floor and back to dad.*
*The unicorn will follow at a safe distance, in case she gets distracted.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm
*Ace can speak to Soundwave. He can hold multiple conversations. It's sort of his job.*
Prowl 11:22 pm
@S «If Laserbeak wants to show him he's welcome somewhere, then he should be with her, where he's welcome. Not harassing Tarantulas until he decides it's less of a personal burden to serve as Swoop's personal entertainment.»
@S «Or the OTHER guests, for that matter.»
Magnum Ace 11:23 pm
-maybe, but the problem is...a bit personal-
Windchill 11:24 pm
*Chill waits for his worm with open arms, and scoops her up the moment she's within range. The unicorn, rare creature that it is, vanishes.*
Tarantulas 11:24 pm
Fair - I've got to leave soon, so the cuddling won't last much longer. Might as well appreciate it, hyeh.
Bevel 11:24 pm
I like your avatar, Windchill.
Magnum Ace 11:24 pm
-still, he's at least back in the room-
Bevel 11:25 pm
*one day she will have a holoavatar to call her own and it'll be amazing*
Windchill 11:25 pm
*His head turns a little, but he's too busy smooching his wayward worm to respond at first.*
Smokescreen 11:25 pm
/Clinging to Messy!/ Aww- I'll be able to see you later, right?
Tarantulas 11:25 pm
Later, yes.
Omicron 11:25 pm
RAcer: *sitting under a table maybe, sniffing upwards, thinking really hard. were are the yummies he smells?*
Windchill 11:25 pm
Eh. *Another smooch, which elicits some bug yelling.* Thanks.
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm
*Another, longer vent.*
@P: [[He does not know that Swoop will understand the kind of ultimatum he will need to give, but he will try. He does have a business here at other hours. It wouldn't do to have everyone catch wind of this...]]
Windchill 11:26 pm
I like it too. It's almost useless.
Smokescreen 11:26 pm
... Not right afterwards? I won't pry, but I hope it goes well. We should have a sleepover again sometime.
Bevel 11:26 pm
*grins* But fun. And definitely rememorable.
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm
*Personal conversations are also possible. Just buzz him quietly, through the comm, as for the bridge.*
Tarantulas 11:26 pm
*snrks* As you wish. Not presently, though.
Windchill 11:27 pm
*Nods. It makes him happy, anyway.*
Tarantulas 11:27 pm
*streeeetch and starts to remove smokey from him*
Smokescreen 11:27 pm
/Gently headbutting Tarantulas/ You got some big plans? I'm excited for you!
Prowl 11:27 pm
@S «Even if he doesn't understand it, you still have the power to enforce it. That might be what's necessary.»
Smokescreen 11:27 pm
/Reluctantly getting off of Tarantulas, though he's still hanging around him./
Magnum Ace 11:27 pm
-give him a moment to gather his courage-
Tarantulas 11:28 pm
All of my plans are big plans. *pats smokey's helm*
Prowl 11:28 pm
@S «And it might do some good for him AND everyone around him if he learns that people who say "stop" need to be listened to or else he starts losing things.»
Smokescreen 11:28 pm
What about your little plans, though? /Petting Tarantulas' helm in return- it feels a little weird doing this!/
Windchill 11:28 pm
*He sets Blue down, who immediately picks up her toy and puts it in her mouth with a pleased wiggle. She had an ADVENTURE.*
Tarantulas 11:29 pm
*stands up straight so smokey can't reach his helm* No such thing.
Smokescreen 11:29 pm
/He's jumping up and is still trying- ugggggh why does he have to be taller!/ You don't got little plans? What about things like meals? Or plans on recharging?
Magnum Ace 11:29 pm
-okay, he's going to ping Soundwave for this-
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm
@P: [[He suspects you're right. For once, he is not thrilled about that - but, yes. You probably are.]]
Aegis 11:30 pm
Why did it look like he was trying to eat her face when he kissed her...
Tarantulas 11:31 pm
*starts to say something silly but shakes his helm* I'll see you soon enough, Smokescreen.
Magnum Ace 11:31 pm
:: Soundwave? Hey...um...I have a question... ::
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm
@A: [[Yes, Ace?]]
Prowl 11:32 pm
@S «... I don't like the situation Swoop is in, either.» *this is the most he's ever heard about it.* «But, that's... FAR outside my jurisdiction.»
Omicron 11:32 pm
*ice queen glances over, keeping an eye on her hatchling* eatting a face???
Tarantulas 11:32 pm
*is starting to edge. over. to prowl and soundwave. is there any way he can do that without startling them*
Smokescreen 11:32 pm
I knowww- but you'll be okay until then, right? Don't get into too much trouble! You're one of my more trustworthy friends and I don't want you to get hurt or anything
Aegis 11:32 pm
He was like parting his lips on her jawline like he was biting her or something
Omicron 11:33 pm
Was it a mating bite? O,o
Prowl 11:33 pm
@S «And Swoop—and likely the other Dinobots—are desperately in need of... rrrehabilitation, before they can be trusted not to just walk onto the street and start maiming people.»
Aegis 11:33 pm
....do humans do that?
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm
[[There is nothing wrong with a little bite from time to time.]]
Magnum Ace 11:33 pm
:: About...about A.I's. Is it possible for one or more to gain sapience over time? ::
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm
*Soundwave is Camera King in The Land of the Bugged, so he won't startle if Tarantulas approaches.*
Aegis 11:33 pm
bites are fine, yes. But on the -face-
Windchill 11:33 pm
I bite ALL the time.
Prowl 11:33 pm
*prowl is startle-able. tarantulas could probably edge over without startling him by approaching like a normal person rather than edging over*
Omicron 11:33 pm
I have no idea.... the few humans I met, I was not apart of their mating quirks at all
Smokescreen 11:34 pm
/Well- he's going to the snack table and is more than happy to grab as much as he can before going over to sit with Bevel/ Sorry 'bout disappearing like that! You want a snack?
Windchill 11:34 pm
*Blue yells, but it's muffled by the unicorn toy.*
Tarantulas 11:35 pm
*helm tilt back toward smokey before the mech heads for snacks* But of course. You've nothing to worry about.
Windchill 11:35 pm
*Windchill looks down, brows raised.*
Aegis 11:35 pm
*looks over and chirps at Blue in response*
Omicron 11:35 pm
Racer: RAAARFF! *hops out from under snack table, pounces at smokescream but misses him*
Smokescreen 11:35 pm
/Grinning at Tarantulas- he's glad to hear that!/ Just stay safe, Messy!
Bevel 11:35 pm
Humans latch their faces together to show affection to sexual partners. Kinda anyway. They do not really have the parts for it. *doesn't find anything remarkable about it*
Aegis 11:35 pm
*he definitely doesn't have a vocalizer made for Insecticon chatter. it sounds squeaky and weird*
Smokescreen 11:36 pm
!! /Nearly drops some of his snacks, but stays on his pedes!/
Windchill 11:36 pm
*Blue's giant red eye wanders in the direction of the chirping.*
Bevel 11:36 pm
I am ok, Smokescreen, thanks. *smiles appreciatively*
Tarantulas 11:36 pm
*tarantulas was only edging so he could get away from smokescreen. now he's free, so he'll walk over as normally as he can manage*
Omicron 11:36 pm
Racer: 😀 RAWWRF! *POOFS out his wings, standing up on hide legs* PFFFTTT!!
Windchill 11:36 pm
*She stares. Then SQUEAKS forcefully enough to dislodge the toy.*
Smokescreen 11:37 pm
Well, in that case... /Smokescreen's stuffing his face with the snacks, he was more hungry than he expected!/
Aegis 11:37 pm
*Gets up to pick up the toy and return it to the buglet*
Windchill 11:37 pm
*Chill's watching his worm, but is a little distracted by the song.*
Love, uh...finds a way.
Smokescreen 11:38 pm
/Though Smokescreen's doorwings will shoot up as Racer yells, acting startled./ Aaaaaa! Terrifying!
Aegis 11:38 pm
*Mutters something about Love being a ton of slag*
Omicron 11:38 pm
Racer: *sulks back under snack table, didn't startle Smokesreen to give/drop any goodies* plplplplplplplplplpl
Windchill 11:38 pm
*She SNATCHES at the air for it, greedily, and sticks it back in her mouth the moment she gets it back.*
*Chill snorts.*
Aegis 11:38 pm
*So glad his hands weren't close enough to get grabbed along with the toy*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm
*Curious about that extended first syllable. He won't poke at it right now though.*
@P: [[And there is a great shortage of mechs performing that role these days. Sometimes, it is difficult not to - intervene, in the old ways. But he has seen what impatience does. ... All right. Next time.]]
@A: [[It is entirely possible. And to be encouraged, he thinks. One of his deployers has done so.]]
Windchill 11:39 pm
She hasn't learned gratitude yet. Thanks.
Aegis 11:39 pm
's okay. She's still young. She'll get around to it.
Windchill 11:39 pm
*shrugs.* Eventually.
*He's not making promises. He tries to teach her, but she's a spoiled little Insecticon Princess. It's tough going.*
Prowl 11:40 pm
@S «It's... a situation that calls for—for some kind of intervention. But in the long run...» *just, trails off. too many different ways to finish that thought.*
Tarantulas 11:40 pm
*a digit briefly brushes at the closest bit of soundwave feeler - hello-goodbye. then tarantulas scoots toward prowl*
Aegis 11:41 pm
*Stretches* I should get going home. Gaius will wanna hear about this movie.
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:41 pm
*Well! At least he got some sort of polite greeting. Those two have been struggling, anyway; he won't begrudge the focus.*
*He will nod at Prowl, though.*
Windchill 11:41 pm
Tell your friend about the Buttman.
Magnum Ace 11:42 pm
:: Okay...even if they're human built and developed? ::
Prowl 11:42 pm
*oh. tarantulas.* ......... Hi.
Tarantulas 11:42 pm
*imagine tarantulas is coming around the back of the couch tho, he's deliberately putting a hand on it where those two can see*
A bit late for greetings, hyeh. I'm on my way out.
Aegis 11:42 pm
Pretty sure it was Batman. Have a good night all.
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm
@A: [[He has not seen -that- happen, but he does not know why it couldn't, if the AI originator was skilled enough.]]
Windchill 11:42 pm
Oh, well. He'll always be Buttman to me.
Prowl 11:43 pm
..................... Bye.
Windchill 11:43 pm
*He knows he's saying it wrong, that's the idea.*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm
[[Ah. He hopes you will be able to stay longer next time.]]
Prowl 11:43 pm
*eyes the hand as it passes. aha. the new thing.*
Tarantulas 11:43 pm
*one new thing, mind you*
Omicron 11:43 pm
*Ice Queen chirps a goodbye, echoed automatically by her hatchling under the snack table*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm
*...Has also just noticed the hand.*
Magnum Ace 11:43 pm
:: Meaning if...the one using the AI or the one who built it? ::
-he
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm
@A: [[He meant the one who built it.]]
Magnum Ace 11:44 pm
:: Oh... ::
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm
@T: (txt): Within word: impressive.
Tarantulas 11:45 pm
*light hff at prowl* In a hurry to get rid of me then?
Magnum Ace 11:45 pm
-he's trying to find answers to a problem, without making Soundwave suspicious. Not sure how well that's going-
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm
@A: [[A case could be made for whoever is using it as well. They would be responsible for its progress, after all.]]
*He's suspicious, but he doesn't know about what or anything, so it's pointless.*
Magnum Ace 11:46 pm
:: So...if it was built to be better than the others...and used for several decades... ::
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm
@A: [[Possibly.]]
Magnum Ace 11:47 pm
:: What about glitches? ::
Tarantulas 11:47 pm
*@prowl, quickly amends* Rhetorical. I simply wanted to stop by. And - *leans down slightly* - if you don't mind humoring me, allow me a small token of affection?
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm
@A: [[Every living thing has them. Perfection is ideal, but impossible. What do you mean in particular?]]
Windchill 11:48 pm
*It's time to cradle his baby properly, unicorn plush in tow, and stand.*
*He's not leaving just yet though, sorry guys.*
Prowl 11:48 pm
You were the one who said you— *rhetorical he says. prowl abruptly cuts off.* ...... Fine.
Windchill 11:48 pm
*You're stuck with him for a few more minutes. Tragic.*
Magnum Ace 11:49 pm
:: Eh...like one that could be used to argue that the sapience is only an error in the code. ::
Omicron 11:49 pm
Just watch out for my tiny monster under the snack table if you're walking around *looks over at Windchill*
Tarantulas 11:50 pm
*is internally ecstatic, but contains himself to a simple kiss of his mandibles to prowl's chevron before straightening back up and beginning to retreat*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm
*Soundwave taps his fingers against his leg. Think think.*
@A: [[If he correctly understood a recent musical discovery, most of Earth's life is dependent on errors and unexpected changes in its coding to progress. It should make little difference.]]
Prowl 11:50 pm
*stoically endures*
Windchill 11:50 pm
Right. *That's exactly where he's headed, wouldn'tcha know.* I'll be careful.
Prowl 11:51 pm
*and by "stoically endures" i mean "resists urge to lean into it as tarantulas leans back"*
Windchill 11:51 pm
*Whispers the lyrics to this song to his spawn. She protests by howling and swatting his long face.*
Magnum Ace 11:52 pm
:: So, it could be argued that the errors and glitches were building sapience in the ones using the AIs? ::
Windchill 11:52 pm
*This is distracting enough that he stops moving.*
Tarantulas 11:52 pm
Good night, you two. *pleased, but leaves now while he's ahead. waves at blue as he goes*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm
[[Goodnight, Tarantulas.]]
Omicron 11:52 pm
Someone on the ship got him into a bad habit.... *grumble to herself about the insecticon guards spoiling the clutch* he's trying to startle food out of mecha
Prowl 11:52 pm
*he already said bye. doesn't repeat it.*
Tarantulas 11:52 pm
*oh and bevel gets a nod too, interestingly*
Smokescreen 11:52 pm
!! /Waving one last goodbye at Messy!/
Bevel 11:53 pm
*perks and waves back*
Tarantulas 11:53 pm
*whew he's more popular than he thought, pats smokey on the head as he passes. then he's out*
Windchill 11:53 pm
*So he has getting spooked to look forward to, okay then.* Clever.
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm
@A: [[He believes so. It would be a good discovery, and potentially helpful to replicate in other AI... if you were not all under the control of the wretched humans you have told us about.]]
Bevel 11:53 pm
*gets up and takes her empty cube to the bar to put it into the recycler*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm
@A: [[As it is, he is - somewhat concerned.]]
Smokescreen 11:54 pm
/Dorky grinning after his helm's pat, finally finishing up his snacks./
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm
[[Thank you, Bevel.]] *If only everyone did.*
Windchill 11:54 pm
*He's going to shut up and walk properly rather than risk getting swatted again.*
Magnum Ace 11:54 pm
-whoops-
Omicron 11:54 pm
Racer: *sitting with loose wings and staring at the underside of the snack table.*
Smokescreen 11:55 pm
/He's struggling to put his empty cubes back into his subspace- pulling out several other items to stuff them in./
Bevel 11:55 pm
*hums you're welcome in response*
Windchill 11:55 pm
*Blue is still too young to understand discipline in his opinion, and so he endures her dominance over almost everything until then.*
Magnum Ace 11:56 pm
:: Eh? That's good, I was just curious, it came up earlier with my team, and it was nagging me so I asked :: not exactly lying, but...omission
Windchill 11:56 pm
*Heads CAREFULLY towards the snack table, Blue wastes no time in noticing and YELLING and pointing with a chub finger at the sight of TREATS.*
Omicron 11:57 pm
Racer: *CHITTERS back up at the yelling from under the table, something is bouncing under there flapping wings*
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm
@A: [[All right.]] *Not exactly believing, but... he doesn't have to say that either.*
*Soundwave will now stand and spread his arms wide.*
[[Unfortunately, he must call an end to the evening. Work waits for no mech.]]
[[...Except the lazy, and he is not one of their number.]]
Smokescreen 11:59 pm
Aww- thank you for having us, Sounds! I'm looking forward to the next documentaries. ... I probably should get to work too.
Windchill 11:59 pm
*He has long arms, long enough to reach and snag a treat or two before Blue yells his audio receptors off.*
Magnum Ace 11:59 pm
Thanks
Yesterday
ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm
[[He would recommend it. And you are welcome.]]
Windchill 12:00 am
*He licks one to test it before offering it to her, and she NATURALLY shoves it in her mouth and chews greedily.*
Bevel 12:00 am
*message received, she was planning on clearing out anyway, her shift starts in... well, now, so long everybody she's out*
Magnum Ace 12:00 am
Good night then...?
Smokescreen 12:00 am
Haha- gotta make sure my home doesn't burn down, too.
/He's giving up on fitting the empty cubes in his subspace, and is starting to walk off with a bunch of empty cubes from the snack table./
Windchill 12:00 am
This one, *he points a talon at his spawn,* needs a bath.
Magnum Ace 12:00 am
-he now has some information to help build a case now-
ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am
*Nods.* [[Goodnight. There will be bridges outside for whoever needs th--]] *You know what. He's too tired to chase Smokescreen down.* [[Them.]]
Magnum Ace 12:01 am
-waves and out he goes-
Windchill 12:01 am
*Holds his slimy spawn aloft, Simba style.* Okay.
So long, suckerrrrrrrs.
Smokescreen 12:01 am
I'm no sucker! Hey!
Omicron 12:01 am
Racer: *aborts mid poince seeing windchill- he's way bigger then he though, and skitters back under table*
Magnum Ace 12:01 am
((g'night! and thanks for the stream!
ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am
((night))
Windchill 12:02 am
*His ear swivels at the sound, but he doesn't bother looking when he already knows what's up.*
Omicron 12:02 am
*Ice Queen gets up to get her hatchling, looks around and back to Soundwave* would you like some help cleaning up?
ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am
[[No, thank you. He really must close the building.]]
Windchill 12:03 am
Time to go, Butthead. *Indeed, off they go.*
Omicron 12:03 am
*nods, grabs her hatchling and pulls him out, but lets racer grab one treat nom to take with on her way out*
((thank you for the stream))
Windchill 12:04 am
(( Goodnight! ))
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Merry Digi-Christmas!
This is my Secret Santamon gift for @escapingtheirony who requested a post-series MimixMichael story! Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy it.
I couldn’t help throwing in a few of my other favorite pairings as well. And I sort of went more PG than G? Hopefully it’s not too strong for you. (If it is you can tell me and I’ll edit it.) I had a lot of fun writing this. But it’s very unedited so typos galore I’m sure. I have this weird habit of just leaving entire words out sometimes?
Wishing you all a wonderful 2018.
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Following the events of 2002, the Chosen Children’s Christmas party turned into an excuse for them to get together when circumstances otherwise kept them apart. By the time Mimi was 20 years old, it had grown into a grand tradition. Even with the whole gang scattered this way and that - the older kids attending different universities, the younger ones busy with school and clubs — during Christmas they all made what effort they could to spend time with their old friends. Getting the Digimon together was also a benefit. Though Palmon, at least, never complained if much time passed before she saw one of the other Digimon, she was always thrilled whenever Mimi penciled in a gathering on the calendar.
It was Christmas Eve towards the end of her second year of college, the night of the Christmas party, and Mimi was closing up the quirky crepe shop where she’d been employed since moving back to Japan. “Quirky” was an understatement, at least according to Taichi. They served nearly any flavor combination, from squid ink to bacon fat and jelly bean. The menu was right after Mimi’s own heart.
She was outside unplugging the colored lights they’d strung around the three foot tall passionfruit and chicken liver crepe statue to make it “festive” when a familiar voice hailed her.
“Fancy meeting you here, my dear.”
There was only one person who talked to her like a mid-century film star, and that was Michael Barton. Mimi squealed, jumping straight up in her excitement and tripped over the cord of lights. Michael grabbed her before she could swan-dive onto the sidewalk.
“That happy to see me?”
“Michael!” She pressed his cheeks between her winter-pink fingers until he had fish lips. “What are you doing here! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming!”
“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” he answered as best he could. “Wow, Mimi, your hands are so cold.”
She dropped them to her sides. “Well, sorry about that.”
He took one back and kissed it. “I didn’t say I minded.”
“Look who’s turned into Casanova.” She found herself blushing, a thing she didn’t often do, especially not because of Michael’s dated courtship techniques. Lately things between them had… kicked up a notch, though. Where before there had only been play and youthful flirting, now there was something more serious. More grown up. She hadn’t quite decided how she felt about it, but ready or not, there it was.
“Why did you think I pestered you for your work schedule last week? Let’s go celebrate. Drink champagne — you’re legal now, right? — stay up hideously late.”
“Not that I’m not ecstatic to see you, but I wish you’d told me. I kind of have plans.” She made a pouty face. Part of her did feel bad that he’d come all this way, from America, but… still. He should have warned her.
Michael seemed at a loss for a moment. “Oh, really? What plans?” he asked with a sheepish grin.
“Christmas party with my friends.”
“Ah, I see. Well, in that case I’ll go back to my hotel. Hopefully I can see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, but — wait.” She grabbed his arms as he turned to shuffle off. “You can come with me!”
“Are you sure your friends won’t mind? I’m sure you haven’t planned for an extra mouth.”
“No, of course not, it’s just Taichi-san and the gang. And Taichi-san and Daisuke-kun are bottomless pits, so we tend to prepare more food than you’d think.”
“Ah. So you’re saying I should pick off their plates?”
“Trust me, it’ll feel like a buffet.”
They laughed, and Michael waited while Mimi finishing locking things up. Then they trudged shoulder-to-shoulder through the crisp Tokyo night.
~~~~~ (continued below)
The party was to be held at Taichi and Yamato’s apartment this year. After picking up Palmon and Betamon, Mimi and Michael headed straight over. Mimi rang the doorbell. Yamato answered. He took one look at them and let out a long groan.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, we’re already trying to cram twelve people in here and now you bring guests?”
“Just the one,” Mimi replied defensively.
Michael waved. “Hi, Yamato. Long time no see. Don’t worry, you can just perch me on top of the fridge. I’ll play the part of the Elf on the Shelf.”
Yamato shook his head, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “Koushirou already took the fridge.”
“… What.”
“Don’t ask me. We —”
“Hey, who’s at the door?” Taichi suddenly materialized out of Yamato’s shadow, swinging an arm around his friend’s neck while he took a long gulp of something in a plastic cup. “Mimi-chan! And… Mitchell!”
“Michael.”
“Michael! Yeah yeah, I knew that! What’re you standing around here for? Is our welcome mat so interesting?”
Mimi and Michael glanced down. “There… isn’t a welcome mat,” Michael said slowly.
With a serious expression, Taichi nodded. “Exactly. Makes you pause for thought, doesn’t it?” He then thrust his cup into Michael’s hand. “Here you go. Stop being a wallflower and come inside. It’s like a clown car in here, watch out that you don’t end up with your nose in someone’s arm pit.”
“Taichi-san, what’s in this?” Mimi asked, peering into the cup while Michael took an experimental sniff.
“… Uh.” Taichi turned his head and yelled to someone in the kitchen area. “Miyako-chan! What’d you put in my cup!”
“Melon soda and Sprite and iced tea,” Miyako’s voice shouted back.
Taichi shrugged at them. “The brewmeister has spoken.”
“There’s no alcohol?” Michael asked.
“Nah, too many of us are still minors, so all refreshments are G-rated.” Yamato snorted at Taichi’s explanation. With a snigger, Taichi added: “’Course, later, when the babies go home, you can have a go at our private stash if you want.”
“Works for me.” Michael took a deep swallow of the mixture. He frowned thoughtfully, gazing into the depths of the cup, then let out a huge burp.
“Attractive,” Mimi deadpanned. “Just the kind of man I always dreamed of.” She snatched the cup out of his hand and wrinkled her nose in scrutiny. “Hmm… this needs gummy bears.”
Michael chuckled. “Whatever you say, toots.”
“What’s that?” Taichi asked. “Toots.”
“A terrible nickname,” Mimi sighed, sounding very put upon.
“A classic,” Michael objected.
“Oh my god, close the door!” Sora suddenly rammed through them and wrenched the door shut. “It’s like 0 degrees outside. Hi Mimi-chan, hi Michael. You two are gonna get it!” She boxed first Taichi, then Yamato about the ears.
“Hey, you all said we had to play host and invite people in!”
“Yeah, you never said anything about having to close the door!”
They ran off with Sora hot on their heels, leaving Michael and Mimi staring after them. After a pause, Michael said: “And here I thought you were the weird one of the group.”
“Who, me?”
~~~~~
Yamato’s less-than-warm-welcome was, after all, rather justified, Michael thought upon observing just tiny the apartment really was. A small living area, with an adjoining kitchenette, toilet, and bathroom that wouldn’t even have filled the entire hallway at his house in New York made up the party area. Decorations were sparse — a bit of crepe paper garland, a Snoopy doll wearing a Santa hat, and on the desk, a snowglobe that held a miniature of the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. (“I gave them that,” Mimi informed him proudly.) Yamato and Taichi’s bedroom had been cleaned and opened up to provide more space, as it was only separated from the living room by a pair of sliding doors. In order for all thirteen people plus Digimon to fit, they all had to cram in against the walls, and pick their way carefully through a designated walking lane down the middle whenever they had to get up.
“How do two people share rooms here?” Michael asked, somewhat in awe. He drew his long knees up to keep his toes out of the walking lane.
“Oh, it’s common in Japan. Besides, there’s usually more than just two,” Takeru supplied. “Aniki’s bandmates spend a lot of time here most days.”
“Yeah, and I get banished outside,” Taichi complained.
Yamato knocked his shoulder. “Not like you’re ever here anyway.”
“College keeping you busy?” Michael asked with a smile.
Shaking his head, Taichi started passing around a bowl of chips. “College is meh. Koushirou is the reason I never sleep anymore.”
“I think you sleep plenty,” Koushirou said. (He had, indeed, claimed the fridge. It was in the living room rather than out by the kitchenette, and he’d placed his portable router on top of it, drawn up the only chair Michael could see, and was sat there typing away on his laptop. According to him, “the wifi signal craps out if I set it up anywhere else.”)
Looking confused, Michael took the chip bowl as it came to him. “Why is that?” He glanced at Taichi, then at Koushirou, tapping intently on his keyboard. “Oh, I remember — you two are dating, aren’t you?”
Taichi’s expression didn’t change, but he flushed scarlet to the tips of his ears. But Koushirou didn’t appear to have heard him. There was a loaded break in conversation while Michael struggled to figure out if he’d said something wrong. Then Miyako could take it no longer.
“How was your flight, Michael?” she burst out.
“Uneventful. There was some terrific turbulence a couple hours over the Pacific, the lady next to me dropped her glass of —”
“Agumon!” Gabumon tore across the room to the snack table, where Agumon had sneaked up dangerously close to the Christmas cake. “That’s for later! Don’t be greedy!”
“But it smells ready!” Agumon whined.
“Dinner first.” Hikari smiled. “Or you’ll spoil your appetite.”
“No I won’t.”
That was probably true, but Hikari only made a shushing noise and ushered them away.
“Man,” Jou heaved a sigh. “I wish I could just jump on a plane any time I felt like it and go visit my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend lives down the road from you,” Yamato pointed out.
“Still, I get the feeling I spend less time with her than Mimi-kun does with Michael.”
Gomamon stopped munching on the chips long enough to say: “That’s because there are so many books in your place that your girlfriend can’t find the door.”
While Jou and Gomamon wrestled, and the others were occupied with egging them on, Michael seized his chance. With caution, taking care not to be noticed, he let his hand creep across the wood-paneled floor and into Mimi’s lap, and laced his fingers with hers. Mimi glanced at him quickly, the waves of her bright, thick hair bouncing. Then she smiled, and squeezed back.
Michael couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. He didn’t know how long their eyes stayed locked, only that it was long enough for someone to notice, if they hadn’t all been occupied placing bets on who had a better chance at winning a thumb war, Jou or Gomamon. (“Hello, Gomamon doesn’t even have thumbs.” “Sure but still — the other player is Jou.”)
All except one — Sora. Whose warm brown gaze shifted over them as she stood in the opposite corner, sipping tea from a mug. Her brow raised, but when she lifted the mug he saw she was smiling.
~~~~~
The night wore on. Body heat and an electric space heater kept them warm (the apartment didn’t have an air conditioner and Taichi and Yamato claimed to be too cheap to buy one). There was some kind of hot pot for dinner that Yamato had made, to which Taichi had contributed rice, fried horse mackerel, and pickles as sides. It was a serious meal.
“Comes from so many of us being foodies,” Mimi told him.
And the food didn’t stop there. The Christmas cake was cut around eleven o’clock, Sora had brought delicate homemade matcha cookies, and Daisuke announced well after twelve that he’d also brought enough instant ramen for everyone to have a midnight snack. Of the humans, only he and Taichi ate any of it, but the Digimon were only too happy to keep right on eating.
Michael had hoped there would be mistletoe. He looked around but couldn’t find any. He decided to ask Hikari.
“Mistletoe?” She stared at him uncomprehending. Then — “Oh… the stuff that if you’re caught standing under it with another person, you have to kiss them? It’s not so popular in Japan.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Why did you want it? Do you need it to kiss Mimi-san?”
Michael’s cheeks reddened. “Well, I’d heard that people in Japan are more private about displays of affection — of course Mimi isn’t like that at all, not in New York anyway, but seeing as I’m a foreigner and guest here —”
Hikari laughed. It sounded like the tinkle of a wind chime. “Oh, you don’t have to be so careful among friends. Come on, Michael-san! Can’t you tell just by watching that we love a party?”
“Are — are you sure? I mean, I haven’t seen anyone else even holding hands, and I know a bunch of you are dating each other.”
“Yamato-san and Sora-san have been busy keeping the party running smoothly.” Hikari held up her fingers and started ticking off each couple as she spoke. “And before you got here, Daisuke-kun and Ken-kun were making out on Oniichan’s futon. To tell the truth, the only reason Takeru-kun and I weren’t in on the fun is because we feel awkward with our brothers around,” she added.
Oh, that was a good reason.
“Alright, I believe you. But what about Taichi and Koushirou? I felt like I made everyone awkward just by asking about them…”
“Well. The thing is, Oniichan and Koushirou work together — Digital World stuff. I don’t know about all of it. That’s what Oniichan meant when he said Koushirou-san keeps him busy. But as it happens…” She leaned in, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Oniichan asked Koushirou-san out a while ago, and he said yes. But the next time Oniichan mentioned it, Koushirou-san acted like he didn’t remember it happening. So things have been a little… strained, I guess? They still see each other every day, but I know Oniichan’s really confused, and wondering if Koushirou-san changed his mind and that’s why he won’t discuss it. So as of now they’ve never actually been on a date.”
“Oh — Mimi had made it sound like —”
“Yeah, I’m guessing Mimi-san got a little too over-excited. She tends to do that sometimes.”
Mmm, much as he loved her — “Yeah, she does.”
Something gleamed in Hikari’s eye. “Mistletoe wouldn’t be a bad idea. We don’t have any, but…”
She darted off. Somewhat bewildered, Michael started to stroll back to his corner with Mimi, only to find she was no longer there. There were very few places to hide, so he didn’t have to look long before he discovered her just about climbing over Ken while she strung some fallen garland around him. Daisuke was helping gleefully.
“Ah,” Michael coughed. “Do I want to know?”
“We’re decorating,” Mimi told him.
“Yes.” Daisuke nodded. “Isn’t Ken beautiful?”
Ken turned to Michael with a look of longsuffering. “I’m told I’m substituting for a Christmas tree.”
“We need a star for his head,” Mimi declared. Then she looked up at Michael, as if expecting him to produce one out of thin air.
Michael stared back at her. Perhaps long exposure had inured him to her many idiosyncrasies, or maybe she’d just matured over the years, but she didn’t often surprise him with her whims anymore. He couldn’t resist scanning the room in case any alcohol from Taichi and Yamato’s stash had been served without him noticing. “I, uh… here?”
He handed her his crumpled napkin.
Mimi’s face fell. “I’m sure Ken-kun doesn’t want your used napkin on his head.”
“It’s not used!” Michael waved his hands. “It’s not used,” he repeated to Ken, who bobbed his head reassuringly.
“Sora-san!” Mimi yelled. “We need a star for Ken!”
Sora made some reply, but Michael didn’t catch any of it but sheer exhaustion.
Mimi pouted. “Well, you’re no help.”
“Taichi-san!” Daisuke cried. “We need a star.”
Taichi pushed Yamato into his lap. Daisuke blinked down. “… I meant a star that could fit on Ken’s head.”
“TaichiImgonnamurderyou,” Yamato mumbled into his thigh.
“Are you sure there isn’t any alcohol here?” Michael whispered to Jou somewhat desperately. But he might as well not have spoken — Jou had fallen asleep with his face half-pressed against the balcony window, mouth slack and glasses askew, as several Digimon raced back and forth picking scraps off his forgotten plate.
Michael went back to his partner. “Betamon, am I having a good time?”
Betamon’s eyes shone as he looked up with his mouth full of cake. “Mmmphhggg!”
“Time for games!” Hikari announced, striding into the center of their cramped circle. Her hands were full of disposable wood chopsticks. “Let’s play Ousama Game!”
Suddenly Michael wished there was alcohol.
~~~~~
The clock struck one a.m. Everyone stared at their chopstick. In spite of the lack of heat in the room, more than one person was sweating.
“So…” Daisuke glanced around. “Who’s the first king?”
After a moment, Yamato sighed. His head dropped in his hand as he raised his chopstick.
Takeru whistled. “Nice going, big bro!”
“Shut up,” Yamato grouched.
Taichi smiled big. “What’s your command, my liege?”
Yamato seemed to think, though Michael got the impression he was more feeling sorry for himself than coming up with some great plan. “Number two and number six, finish your drinks.”
“Whaaaat,” Mimi whined. “That’s boring! Besides, all we’ve got is soft drinks!”
“When you’re the king, you can make the rules,” Yamato snapped back.
Shoulders drooping, Mimi took an unhappy glance at her cup and knocked it back. “Whatever, I’m number six.”
Koushirou said he was number two, and polished off his oolong tea without any fuss. The chopsticks were collected and drawn again. Michael laughed softly to himself, having drawn number five for the second time in a row.
“Ooooh, I’m the king!” Miyako said with excitement. “Let’s get things started! Numbers five and twelve have to kiss!”
Mimi let out a whoop. “Yeah, that’s my girl!”
“And not just a little peck on the cheek! I want to see passion!”
Ah. Now he understood Hikari’s plan, though so far it wasn’t working out quite how she’d hoped, Michael guessed. With an easygoing smile, he lifted his number five chopstick. “That’s me. Who’s the lucky number twelve?”
“That would be me.” It was Taichi who answered, laughing so hard he was barely coherent. “Oh man, Michael. I gotta apologize. My breath smells like fried fish.”
“Here.” Yamato passed him an Altoid. Taichi popped it in his mouth, then leaned forward, expressive lips puckered.
Unable to keep from grinning, Michael peeked at Mimi. She mimed dip-kissing the air. With that for encouragement, Michael put his hands on Taichi’s shoulders and kissed him full on the mouth. He heard a few of the girls cheer, and someone — Yamato, he thought — gave a hum of approval. Seeking to draw out their laughter, he kept going, climbing over Taichi until he was just about on top of him. Taichi didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact it felt as if he was shaking with silent laughter. One of his broad brown hands crept up Michael’s leg and squeezed his butt.
That sent the group into hysterics. Michael and Taichi finally broke away, both with silly grins and flushed cheeks.
“Welcome to Japan,” Taichi said when there was a break in the laughter. “What do you think of our traditional greeting?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure if I’ve mastered every nuance.” Michael frowned in mock disappointment. “Maybe we should keep practicing.”
“No, you will not.” Michael’s heart fluttered as Mimi inserted herself between his legs. She leaned towards him, breath tickling his nose. “That was fun and all, but now I’m jealous. If you plan to practice, practice with me.”
Mimi was so pretty. He never forgot how pretty she was. He’d thought so in junior high, when they’d first met, and the first seedlings of puppy love sprouted. And he’d thought so while she experimented with makeup, a new hairstyle and color every month, because she made everything seem so much fun that how could he help it?
In middle school she hadn’t taken his crush seriously. In high school she’d put off him strongly enough that he’d stopped asking, tried dating other girls. After all, he was good-lucking, and friendly, and the son of a famous actor — most girls were flattered if he paid them attention. To say Mimi’s rejection made him want her all the more would be a mischaracterization. Michael thought he was made of sterner stuff than that. It was just that he genuinely had more fun with her than with anyone else, and whenever he thought he’d got her out of his system, there’d she be again. And finally, their senior year of high school, she’d accepted his feelings and agreed to one date. The one turned into two, then three, and so on, until they found themselves celebrating their three year anniversary and unable to remember a time when it was different.
He loved her, and he thanked the heavens every day that she loved him back.
Mimi settled into his lap and drew his head down. Michael didn’t hesitate as their lips met. Her body molded against his, warm and melty, the fuzzy stuff of her sweater tickling his neck as her arms wrapped around his neck. Like he’d done so many times, he lost himself in the enticing pressure of her pink lips, her lashes butterfly soft against his jaw.
At last they parted, both breathing a little faster usual. She gazed back at him, and gave a little laugh.
He was thinking about something to say when Jou poked his arm and handed him a couple of chopsticks. “If you two are ready to join the rest of us,” Jou said with a wry smirk.
Red-faced, Michael took the chopsticks — eight and thirteen — and handed thirteen to Mimi. She seemed comfortable where she was, curling up against his chest as she inspected her number.
Iori was the new king. His decree was for numbers one and four to exchange socks for the duration of the game. This became entertaining when it turned out that one was Daisuke and four was Hikari, and Hikari’s powder blue cat-face socks in no way fit on Daisuke’s much larger feet. Hikari flat out refused to put on Daisuke’s, which were red and green and Christmassy, but more than anything smelly. They were instead draped over the TV set.
Next Ken drew king, and set numbers twelve and three (Takeru and Miyako) in a competition to see who could recite “Jugemu Jugemu” all the way through the fastest. Neither could remember all the words, so it ended in a draw.
Sora challenged numbers ten and eleven (Daisuke and Yamato) to name as many animals in English as they could. Yamato beat Daisuke soundly. Daisuke implored Michael for help, but perhaps having imbibed a bit too much of the social culture here, Michael responded: “Sorry, I like to watch you suffer.”
Daisuke got his chance for revenge the very next turn, savagely declaring, “Numbers seven has to give number two a piggyback ride!” But seven turned out to Taichi, and two was Hikari, so in the end it was a pretty poor attempt at vengeance.
They played a few more rounds, until most everyone had had a go at being king. Taichi held the record for taking the most commands. Only Mimi had yet to be King, so for the last round, it was decided that the king stick would go to her regardless. As the other chopsticks were being redistributed, Mimi stretched and climbed out of Michael’s lap, announcing that she had to take a bathroom break.
“You can’t wait until your turn is over?” Sora asked.
“I’ll be quick.”
She was, in fact, quick — too quick. How she’d had time to do anything more than open and close the bathroom door was anyone’s guess. Michael watched her with narrowed eyes as she made her return, visiting around the circle before she finally sat down next to him. There was a glint in her eye that spelled danger. But before Michael could quiz her, Mimi had picked up her king stick and straightened.
“Her royal highness Princess Mimi decrees —” She flourished the stick theatrically, leveling an imperious gaze on her gathered friends “— that numbers five and nine must kiss.”
Yamato stuck a finger in the air. “We already did that one. No repeats.”
“Since when?”
“Since now.”
Mimi’s lips scrunched to the side. “No, you can’t just make up rules.”
“Yamato, it’s cool.” Taichi covered up a yawn as he spoke. Many of the paty guests were flagging by this time, their Digimon partners already passed out in their laps. “I’m five. This is like, the eighty-fifth command I’ve got tonight. What’s one more kiss?”
Mimi smirked at Yamato in triumph. Yamato rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“Who’s nine?” Taichi asked, blinking sleepily around the group.
At first no one answered. Michael watched heads back and forth. Number nine did not come forth.
“Aw, come on.” Mimi stuck out her lower lip. “It’s the last round! Who’s going to give up in the last round?”
No one answered. A grin splitting his lips, Taichi scratched behind his ear. “I guess whoever’s number five really doesn’t want to kiss me,” he quipped.
“Me,” mumbled Koushirou.
It took a minute for it to register that he had spoken. Then they were all looking at him at once. “What’d you say?” Taichi asked, but already the heat was climbing in his face.
Slowly Koushirou raised his chopstick: number five. “It’s me.” His dark eyes were unreadable.
Taichi licked his chapped lips. “Y-You don’t have to. It’s just a game.” He gave an awkward laugh. “Right, Mimi-chan?”
Mimi looked like she might protest, so Michael put a placating hand on her knee. She peered up at him, and sighed. “Right,” she said reluctantly.
There were no doubts in Michael’s mind that Mimi’s “bathroom break” had been more about sneaking a peek at what numbers Taichi and Koushirou pulled so she could play matchmaker with her turn as king. For all her many wonderful qualities, she did have a penchant for meddling. At least, he thought, she did it mostly when she felt she could make all those involved happier, and not for vindictive purposes.
But Koushirou had yet to respond, and as the pause in the festivities stretched out longer, Taichi’s usual happy-go-lucky expression crumpled into disappointment, and then further into something like shame. He stood up, muttering something about putting the dishes in the sink.
“Koushirou,” he said before leaving, “don’t worry about it, ’kay? Honestly, it’s just a game, it’s not supposed to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
He picked his way between Yamato and Sora to get to the door that led to the kitchen, and had just opened it when Koushirou found his voice:
“I want to.” Koushirou’s whole face was cherry red. He didn’t seem able to look anyone in the eye.
Taichi stared at him with a look like a dead fish. Koushirou raised his head, voice wavering but clearly mustering all his courage to repeat: “I want to.”
In an instant, Taichi grabbed him by the elbow and hauled him out into the hall, closing the door behind them.
Mimi turned to Michael, a smug look on her face. Michael did his best to look stern. “You shouldn’t have done that, missy.”
She had the gall to look offended. “Done what? Show them how stupid they’re both being?”
“Mimi-chan, you’re not supposed to know who has what numbers in this game,” Sora sighed. Clearly she’d noticed what Mimi was up to as well.
“Oh, like I’m the bad guy here! Haven’t we been watching them pine for each other for way too long?” Her arms flew up in a gesture of exasperation. “It’s like a soap opera! The kind where no one admits their feelings until someone’s lying half-dead on a gurney!”
“Mimi-kun,” Jou groaned.
“At least, this way, they finally have to talk it out, am I right?”
“The idea that those two will figure it out on their own does seem kinda hopeless,” Miyako put in with a shrug. Beside her, Daisuke and Takeru nodded in agreement.
Yamato pointed, rather rudely, in Mimi’s direction. “Do me a favor and don’t chase a career in relationship counseling.”
“Shortcake,” Agumon mumbled in his sleep.
After that the conversation turned to other things.
~~~~~
By the time everyone went home, it was three in the morning.
“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” Michael accepted the bag of leftover matcha cookies as he said his good-byes. “I had a lot of fun.”
“No problem,” Yamato said. “Sorry our party ruined your date night.”
“Oh, no.”
“Next year we should do something that’s actually Christmas-related,” Mimi suggested. Michael laughed.
Leaning against the door jamb, Yamato quirked his brow at her. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Snowball fight?”
“Right, because it snows in December in Tokyo so often.”
“Well, baking cookies or… I don’t know, Michael, what’s a good Christmas activity?”
Michael blinked. “Uh… maybe Christmas carols?”
“Oh, that’s a good one! Yamato-san can play the guitar! And I can sing!”
“And the rest of us?” Sora asked, smiling.
“Eh, you can play the spoons.”
“I’ll spend next year practicing.”
Mimi grinned, and Michael tightened his grip around her shoulders. “Are Taichi-san and Koushirou-kun not going to come say good-bye?” Mimi asked.
“I’ll ask.” Yamato stuck his head into the adjacent room. “Mimi wants to know if you’re going to say good-bye.”
“Bye, Mimi,” Taichi’s voice shouted.
“See you,” Koushirou added. Neither seemed about to leave the position Mimi had last seen them, leaning side-bye-side against the fridge, Koushirou explaining some new MMORPG he was into and Taichi stealing every chance he could to plant kisses on the top of his head. She allowed herself a secret grin. Alright, so maybe her meddling had been out of line. But who was going to complain at this point?
Sora was planning to spend the night (chances were Koushirou would stay over too). Mimi and Michael were the last to leave, cradling Palmon and Betamon in their arms as their partners slept away. In the elevator, Michael bent over and kissed Mimi’s forehead.
“What was that for?” she asked, eyes sparkling.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Just because.”
“I like that reason.” They reached the first floor. “I’d return the sentiment but you’re rather taller than me.”
“Another time, then.”
“Tomorrow?”
“If you so desire.”
“I do so desire.” Her arms were full of Palmon so she couldn’t hold his hand, but she walked as closely as she could, bumping shoulders every other step. “I hope you had fun tonight.”
“Oh, I did. Your friends are a riot. And Betamon loved the chance to spend time with your partners.”
“I think he loved the food, mostly.”
“That too.”
The road they were on was well-lit with street lamps and fluorescent signs. Even at this hour, there were a fair number of cars rolling by. Michael wondered if Tokyo ever slept. New York City never got any true silence either, he reflected. Maybe, for that reason, he liked that he and Mimi could walk home together like this, not saying a word. Just being together.
They reached her apartment. “I’m not sure if I should invite you up,” she said. “Seems like a waste since you booked a hotel and all.”
“I’ll go to the hotel tonight. We can… talk tomorrow.” He chewed his lip a moment. “I noticed you guys didn’t exchange gifts.”
“Oh, yeah, we don’t do that so much on Christmas here.”
“Well, I brought you something, but I think I’ll give it to you tomorrow.” His heart thumped in his chest.
“Aw, you shouldn’t have! I don’t have anything for you.” She looked crestfallen for a half a second. Then she pumped her fist. “Come early tomorrow, I’ll make you breakfast!”
“Alright.” His throat felt dry. “Tomorrow, then.”
“It’s a date. Good-night, Michael.”
“Good-night, Mimi…”
Feelings of elation mixed with fear as he walked to the hotel alone. Love, he figured, was like that — the very height of emotion. More than any other earthly thing capable of creation or destruction and difficult to predict which. He fingered the little velvet box that had remained in his coat pocket all evening. Tomorrow — he’d wait until tomorrow. He’d wait a hundred years for love, and tomorrow, he’d make sure she knew it.
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Continuing Travels of Cophine, Chap. 6
The entire work can be found here: <http://archiveofourown.org/works/12116799> It’s also worth noting that I’m just going on my own head canon for their backstories here. I haven’t read the Classified Clone Reports.
Cosima listened to Delphine's breath, heavy with sleep. She'd dozed on the short plane trip to Monterrey, and now, unable to sleep, her brain kept circling around the same topics. Her life with Delphine. The remaining Ledas. Charlotte. Her dissertation. Her life with Delphine. Charlotte. Babies. Her dissertation.
Beside her, Delphine whimpered, then turned herself over and began to snore. Cosima watched her shoulder blades rise and fall with each breath. The day before, while Delphine had been out at the clinic, Cosima'd gotten a text from Sarah, asking simply, “Have you asked her yet?” She hadn't responded, because the answer was no. She'd been on the verge of asking countless times, even just asking Delphine how she felt about marriage in general, as an institution or a concept, but her tongue froze up every time.
She might say no. She might say she doesn't want that. She turned Jérôme down for a reason.
If she did say no, Cosima told herself that would be fine. They didn't have to be married to be happy together. Marriage was a bit of an outdated institution anyway; Cosima had always thought so. It was about legal rights and semantics, nothing more.
But aren't legal rights and semantics things that you want?
Cosima rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Semantics. Like calling Delphine her fiancée, and then her wife, instead of her girlfriend. She spent a moment trying to remember if the correct spelling was fiancée or fiance, and whether it needed any accent marks. She almost made a note to ask Delphine in the morning, but decided to just Google it instead. If and when she asked Delphine to marry her, she wouldn't use French grammar as her segue.
**
When she woke in the morning, Cosima was alone in the bed, and the sun filtered into the room through the gauze curtains. Delphine's side of the bed was cold, but rumpled and already decorated with a few strands of blonde hair.
Downstairs in the spacious dining room, she found Delphine sitting at a table near a window that overlooked the courtyard. Cosima only saw the back of her as she approached, but when she rounded the table to sit down, she saw the baby, Marguerite, asleep and tucked into the crook of Delphine's arm. The baby's mother flitted from table to table, making sure her guests were happy and making small conversation while a pair of locals poured the coffee and served food.
“She's natural with babies, isn't she?”
Cosima turned to see Marie pointing to Delphine. Delphine blushed and waved the compliment away with her free hand.
“It's easy when she's this small. All she needs is food and someone to hold her, a clean diaper, and she's happy.”
Delphine looked pretty happy herself, Cosima thought. She kept looking down into Marguerite's sleeping face and making little cooing noises, and stroking the baby's cheek after each sip of coffee. She was like this with Helena's boys, too, especially when they were sleeping, but it was rare that Delphine got quite this much time with either of the twins before Helena or some other member of clone club swept in and wanted to hold the babies, too.
“You are smitten,” Cosima said. “Maybe I should be worried that you'll try to smuggle her back to Canada with us.”
Delphine laughed, but before she could respond, there was a loud crash that made everyone jump. On the other side of the dining room, a small boy was trying to climb onto a side table, knocking down a tea set and some silverware in the process. Marie let loose a string of French and rushed over. She grabbed the boy by one arm and pulled him away, but he kept the table cloth in his other hand and shrieked. He kicked out at Marie with both feet, oblivious to the guests trying to enjoy their breakfasts behind him. Marie called for her husband, who came and scooped the little boy under one arm and carried him off with an apology to the room at large, leaving Marie to clean up the mess. The whole ordeal lasted no more than two minutes.
Cosima took a big drink of coffee and watched. “You sure you want kids some day?” she asked Delphine.
“I never said I was sure. I said I might.”
“Yeah.... `cause after they're cute and little like that-” She pointed to Marguerite, then to the mess her older brother left behind. “-they turn into that.”
“Yes. And then they grow some more and become children like Charlotte or Kira. No phase lasts forever.”
Cosima imagined living with a toddler who pulled down tablecloths. It was harder than imagining having a baby, but having a baby meant having a toddler not long after. In Delphine's arms, the baby stirred, whimpering and squirming a bit before opening her gummy little mouth and squalling. Delphine bounced her gently and cooed some more, but she kept crying until Marie returned, her own hair coming loose.
“I'm so sorry about all this,” she said. “Denis was supposed to watch Teddy, but, well. Excuse me.” She draped Marguerite against her shoulder and went off to change or feed her.
Cosima watched her go, glad she wasn't the one responsible for either child. To Delphine, she said, “When you meet my parents, I'm sure they'll tell you about how terrible I was as a child. Apparently, I'd throw my pacifier out of my crib, scream until someone gave it back to me, then throw it out again once they'd left the room. They finally just put me on the floor. There's a picture of me lying on my stomach, just passed the fuck out on a blanket on the floor, one pacifier in my mouth and one in each hand.”
Delphine smiled at the story, but her eyes were focused somewhere else. She nursed her half-finished coffee, taking little sips and resting the mug against her lips. “You know,” she said softly after a moment, “my mother never wanted children.”
There was a sad note in Delphine's voice, so Cosima scooted her chair closer. “No?”
“No. I was an accident.”
“A happy accident, though?”
Delphine almost laughed. “She's never used those words, no. She says she got sloppy with her birth control, and she learned her lesson.”
Many months ago, after Helena's boys were born, Sarah and Helena together explained to Kira exactly where Helena's babies had come from. They hadn't held back the reality. After Kira had some time to process that, she wanted to know more about where she herself came from, how Sarah had met Cal, and what her mother's pregnancy and labor were like. Sarah told her she'd been an accident, but she laughed about it and assured Kira that she never regretted it. From the look on Delphine's face, Cosima could tell that Mrs. Cormier had not given Delphine those same assurances.
Explains why she's not excited about me meeting her mom, I guess. Cosima reached over and took Delphine's hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles. “What about your dad?”
Delphine drank some more coffee before responding, her gaze directed out the window the entire time even as she held Cosima's hand. “He's never said much about it. I know he was there when I was born. He cancelled a business trip to be there, apparently. According to my mother, he lost out on a big trading deal in the process.”
“Yeah, well, it's not every day your kid is born. He probably made up for losing the deal later.”
“Probably.”
Cosima was tempted to jump in with another anecdote of her own, about how her own father had wanted to video tape her birth, but the camcorder broke and he had to choose between shopping around for another or being there for his wife, which is what he settled on. Seeing the frown lines on her darling's face, Cosima decided not to. This wasn't about her; it was about Delphine.
“Were you ever close?” she asked. “You and your parents, I mean. Did your mom ever come around?”
Delphine blinked a few times, returning from whatever mental side trip she'd been on, and drained her coffee cup. “Did she ever enjoy spending time with me, you mean? A couple times, I think. She loved taking me shopping. There's a perfumery in Paris where women in my family have shopped for generations; she took me there for my twelfth birthday, as a sort of, euh, initiation into womanhood.”
It had been more than a year since Cosima had smelled French perfume, but the scent memory would stay in her brain for the rest of her life, intertwined with Delphine's soft skin, her taste, the sound of her voice, falling in love and getting her heart broken. She hadn't known it was a family tradition. Grinning, she said, “so that's where you got your good taste from.”
Delphine rolled her eyes. “For better or for worse, yes, I think so. She would be mortified to see me like this.”
“What, drinking Mexican coffee with your middle-class American girlfriend?”
“No, out in public with no makeup on, in a ten-dollar skirt and a two-dollar tank top.”
“I understand why you don't want me to meet her, then. I can only imagine what she'd say about me.”
Delphine chuckled. “So can I. But that's not why. Mostly I just don't care to spend much time with her myself.”
One of the employees came to refill their coffee and serve fluffy pancakes with strawberries. Marie was back out in the dining room, without the baby this time, to clean up the rest of her son's mess. Cosima watched Delphine eat, fork in her left hand as always, and was thankful that she wouldn't have to spend much time trying to impress Mrs. Cormier.
After breakfast, Delphine went off to the clinic where ten women were scheduled to participate in the “medical study” they were using as a cover for the inoculations. Cosima kissed her goodbye and went off into the city center to finish up their Christmas shopping. Aside from her parents, there were two people left on the shopping list: Sarah and Art.
Art was tricky. Like everyone in clone club, Cosima adored him, not only because he'd helped take down Neolution and find their international sisters, but because he was just a likable guy. At the same time, though, Cosima barely knew him. She'd never spent time with him one-on-one. After frowning at some window displays, she texted Sarah.
What do you think Art wants for Christmas?
In a few minutes, Sarah replied. Shit, I haven't asked him yet – booze, maybe?
Booze. Why not? She grabbed a bottle of El Tequileño, recommended by another customer who saw her searching the tequila shelf, and a bottle opener shaped like a skeleton.
All Sarah had asked for for Christmas was “the house to herself for a few days.” Between Cosima and Delphine, Alison and Donnie, and Felix, there was plenty of adult coverage to watch the girls while Sarah did whatever she wanted with that time. In terms of material needs, Sarah was in better shape than she'd ever been as an adult on her own. That fall, they learned that MK had set up her Paypal and bank accounts to give Sarah access in the event of her death, meaning that Sarah now had more than $3 million to her name. With the advice of Clone Club, she'd paid off Siobhan's house and set up college funds for Kira and Charlotte. Arrangements were made to pay Benjamin, Siobhan's faithful bodyguard, $25,000 a year, only because he refused to take a larger sum. After that was settled, Sarah paid herself $75,000 a year from the account, close to the median income in Toronto, and not-coincidentally the amount that she'd almost stolen from Alison when they first met. The rest of the money sat and earned interest.
In other words, Sarah didn't need very much. Still, Cosima wasn't about to leave her sister out of the gift-giving, so she picked up a bottle of tequila for her, as well, and made sure it was a bottle with a worm in it. She would attach a card reading, “At least the worm's not in your face this time.”
On her way to the park to meet Delphine, she passed a jewelry store and stopped. Delphine used to wear jewelry. When they first met, she'd worn rings and multiple bracelets more along the lines of Cosima's own style, but even later, she often had a gold chain necklace or tasteful earrings. It was all gone now, along with everything else Delphine had owned before she was shot. Cosima'd asked her once if she missed any of that.
“No,” was Delphine's answer. “I got rid of most of it before I lost it, anyways.”
“Why?”
“Because it reminded me of you, and I couldn't have you.”
The memory of that conversation made Cosima smile and her heart ache, because Delphine could be so goddamn sappy sometimes. Cosima never, ever minded.
She selected a silver and sapphire bracelet and asked to have it gift wrapped. She'd never bought jewelry for her before, and desperately hoped she would like it. The only other gift she had for Delphine so far was the gift certificate for the massage – no surprises there. While the clerk wrapped it up, Cosima wandered the rest of the store, lingering longer than she'd planned to at the engagement ring section.
I am not buying an engagement ring, she told herself. Not here, not now.
“Does anything interest you here?” the clerk asked. His smile showed that he would have been happy to open the case and let her see any of the pieces.
“No. No, I'm good. Just looking, thanks.” She retrieved the little gift wrapped bracelet box and tucked it into her bag. The rings ran the gamut from simple gold or silver bands to massive diamond complexes that probably prevented their wearers from ever putting that hand in a pocket ever again. Delphine liked having her hands in her pockets.
“Are you in the market for a ring?” the clerk asked.
“Oh, me? No.”
“Just thinking about them, then?”
“Yeah.” She gave him a smile, nervously twisting around her own ring, a clunky fake gold piece she'd gotten at a flea market in 2006. She wondered what kind of ring Jérôme had given Delphine that cost 15,000 euro. The priciest ring here was 200,000 pesos, or about $10,500. It was very nearly the same price as one semester of non-resident graduate study at the University of Minnesota. If she was going to give Delphine something like that, she was going to make damn sure in advance that Delphine wanted it.
A young couple came in then, arms around each other's waists and grinning. The clerk peeled away from Cosima to make a sure sale from the love birds, and Cosima cast one last glance at the ring display before leaving.
Hell, she thought, I don't even know Delphine's ring size.
* *
She greeted Delphine at the park with a pair of towels, a bottle of white wine, and a bag of taco ingredients. It was mid-afternoon, with warm sun and a gentle breeze, and a small brass band played in a gazebo on the other side of the park. Families were out with children and dogs, but Cosima and Delphine managed to get a spot off to the side, where they ate tacos and drank to the success of the Latin American leg of their journey.
“To 110 Ledas cured,” Cosima said, clinking her cup against Delphine's.
“And to the next 164,” Delphine added.
They drank their wine and ate poorly assembled tacos, giggling at each other when meat tumbled out of tortillas and kissing away the specks of guacamole that ended up on cheeks or lower lips. They were almost finished eating when a glob of salsa fell out of Delphine's last taco and landed on her skirt. “P'n!” she cried around a mouthful of food.
“Aw, come here.” Cosima had come prepared with napkins, and she wiped up as much of the salsa as she could, not remotely upset about the chance to touch Delphine's legs, but a hand-sized spot remained. “At least it's off to the side some,” she said. “So no one's gonna think you peed yourself or anything.”
Finishing her taco, Delphine cleaned her hands with another napkin and swatted her with it. “It's your fault. You made that one for me.”
“Maybe I just like the chance to clean you up.”
Delphine swatted her again, but Cosima just laughed and stowed the food containers and trash in a plastic bag off to the side. A short ways away, a group of children, ranging in age from kindergarten to middle school, played with kites and soccer balls while a pair of puppies ran around them all. One their food was all tucked away, Cosima and Delphine stretched out on their towels to watch.
“Does that one remind you of anyone?” Cosima asked, pointing to the tallest girl in the group, who kept redirecting the smaller children and pointing to things.
“Alison, maybe?”
“Uh, yup.”
Cosima rolled onto her side, supporting her head with her left arm, and turned her attention to Delphine, who kept watching the kids playing. Delphine had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, showing off her neck and her ears. Her eyes were amber-gold this afternoon. Cosima hadn't quite put together a working hypothesis for why Delphine's eyes changed from dark brown to light, but she was okay spending her whole life working on that little project.
“Do you ever want a dog?” Delphine asked.
“A dog?” She tore her eyes from her girlfriend to watch the puppies romping around, chasing the ball or the children or their own tails. They were mutts, probably, and totally adorable. “Maybe some day. Kinda goes back to not being in one place very long, though. We can't take a puppy with us to Europe. Except for you, of course.”
Delphine blew a kiss to her, and Cosima gave her her best smile in return. “And what about after we're finished?” Delphine asked. “Once we're in one place. Would you like a dog then?”
We went from talking about babies to talking about dogs. “I might. I've never had one before, so I might not be the best dog mom out there, though. Maybe we should start with, like, parakeets or fish or something.”
“We could.”
We. Whatever we get, she wants us to do it together. Cosima's heart could've fallen out of her chest at the thought.
The smaller puppy bounded over to them now, its ears flopping around its spotted head. Not bothering with Cosima or Delphine, it snuffled around their bags, tail wagging, until Delphine reached a hand out to it. It sniffed her, licked her fingers, and then ran back to its group, where the children had started shouting for it.
“Maybe I'll get you a puppy after we're all settled,” Cosima said. “One with floppy ears and curly hair.”
“Only if you help take care of it.”
“Oh, sure. I'll take it for walks, scoop its poop, the whole nine yards. As long as I get to watch you get all sappy with it.”
“I don't get all sappy with dogs.”
“You just did! Your whole face changed when it licked your fingers. I thought only I made you melt like that.”
Delphine cocked an eyebrow at her. “That's a different kind of melting.”
“I should hope so.”
Delphine turned back to watching the young ones playing, the breeze blowing around loose strands of her hair. Cosima lay beside her, heart flopping around in her throat, imagining Delphine with a puppy, Delphine in a house they both lived in, Delphine in ten years, in twenty, thirty, fifty years. She imagined getting a bank account with her, that would be theirs, not the Foundation's, planning retirement, planning vacations to places without any Ledas. She took a deep breath.
“You know, when I told you the other day that I want to be with you for the rest of my life... I meant it.”
Delphine looked back at her, her eyes and her smile soft. “I know, chérie. I meant it, too. I still mean it.” She reached over and stroked Cosima's cheek, then her chin and her lower lip, making Cosima twitch when her finger tip brushed the corner of her mouth. “Is something bothering you, though?”
Cosima rubbed the tingly spot on her lip, begging her body to behave. “Nothing's bothering me, no.”
“Hm. You've been thinking a lot, though. I can see it in your face.”
Cosima blushed then, her ears burning. Damnit. “It's nothing big.”
“Okay.” Delphine lowered herself onto her side next to her, keeping her hand on Cosima's face, stroking behind her bright red ears. “Do you believe me when I say I want to stay with you?”
“I... yeah, of course I believe you. I mean, you've stuck with me this far, haven't you?” She tried to laugh, but the air shook on its way out of her lungs.
She kissed the tip of Cosima's nose. “I have. And you've stuck with me. I'm not always the easiest person to be with.”
“You're the only person I want to be with.”
If Delphine's face melted for the puppy, it was nothing to how she melted for that. She kissed Cosima's lips softly, lingering long enough for Cosima to lose her breath and catch it again. After she pulled away, Delphine rubbed their noses together, her eyes half closed, still holding Cosima's face in the palm of her hand. Cosima's fingers hooked into the waistband of Delphine's skirt, holding on.
“Would you marry me?” she asked.
Delphine pulled back a few inches. “Marry you?”
The words had come out without Cosima planning for them to. Now her mouth went dry, and she fought the urge to pretend that she hadn't said it at all. “I mean, if you want to.”
A grin spread across Delphine's face, bringing out her dimples and lighting up her eyes. “I would love to. Are you really asking me?”
“I mean... yeah. I don't have a ring or anything, but, yeah. I'm asking you.”
Delphine shook her head and a for a second Cosima braced herself for a rejection, but Delphine just said, “I don't need a ring, mon amour. I just need you.”
#orphan black fanfiction#cophine fanfiction#continuing travels of cophine#my fanfiction#I wrote this
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i don’t wanna love you | yoongi pt.1
genre: fluff, angst, smut (in bold), college!au
pairing: yoongi x reader
word count: 10,410 (lol)
description: just because he had fallen out of love with you, didn’t mean you had with him.
warning: swearing, smut, things like that
You couldn’t remember when it started, you just remember that one day he started to hold your hand a little less tight and not as often. You remember the gummy smile that was impossible not to love would vanish when he looked at you and reappear when you disappeared. You ignored all the signs that were so clearly laid out in front of you for weeks, but that’s what love does. It makes you blind to the plain reality of things called real life and heartbreak. The last week was when you finally started to stop ignoring the signs - the signs he didn’t love you anymore. But once you stopped it was hard not to feel like everything was caving in. You began to work more hours to get rid of the thoughts but all you could do was stand there as you scanned item after item thinking about how you could have stopped him falling out of love with you. The boys didn’t text you as much (if at all), and they used to text you every day with funny things Yoongi had done that you could make fun of him for. That was when it really hit home, that was when you hid in the bathroom of your work and cried for an hour. You had to lie that you were sick but you weren’t. You weren’t sick but you were far from okay, your relationship was like a bomb - ticking away until it finally exploded. You felt like you were battling with it, trying to cut the wire that stopped the timer but you knew you couldn’t. Your relationship wasn’t an action film, but you wish it was so you could stop the inevitable pain that would take place.
You were like a walking corpse as you walked home from work after they had sent you home. People stared, one asked if you were okay but all you could do was nod your head and give a reassuring smile. But that got you thinking, would you ever be okay? He was and had been your world for years - your best friend turned boyfriend. A childhood friendship blossomed into something so much more and now here you were, possible losing a boyfriend and a best friend - all at once.
“You’re home early!” Ella shouts as you stepped into the apartment.
“Sick,” you respond as you kicked your shoes off and walked up the small steps.
“Have you been crying?” she frowns.
“No,” you lie as you trudged off to your room. Normally you would tell her straight if you had been crying, but you had no fully valid excuse. You couldn’t tell her you had been crying because you knew Yoongi was about to break up with you. She would laugh and tell you that you were being silly and that you couldn’t predict the future. But you knew it was coming. You weren’t blind to all the signs. A knock on the door brought you out of your deep thoughts as you sat staring in the mirror, your reflection truly showing how horrific of a crier you were.
“Hm?” you hum lifelessly, your eyes drawing to the door as it creaked open showing Ella on the other side, “What is it?”
“I’m ordering food, do you want some?” she asks twirling her thumbs.
”What are you getting?”
“I don’t know, Chinese I think,” she says.
“I’ll have what you have.”
“Okay! I’ll shout you when it’s here,” she smiles pressing her phone to her ear. Normally you would laugh at the thought of her having the takeout place on speed dial, but today you could barely function a frown. Your phone buzzing made you look lifelessly down at the makeup table, Yoongi.
[8:58PM] yoongi
i came to your work to get food but you’re not here, they said you went home sick?? do you need me to get you anything??
Did he still care for you? Were you imagining the signs that he didn’t love you anymore? Was it simply just what happened in every relationship, that after a while you both get comfortable and you no longer need to constantly show each other some sort of affection?
[9:01PM] you
no, i’m fine
It was blunt, but so was he sometimes. Sometimes you would just text each other saying u okay? and a simple hm was suffice. Maybe that was the beginning. Maybe that was a sign. You made a note to store it in the folder along with the rest of signs you had stopped ignoring.
Would it always feel this way? Would you always feel partially numb to things around you, or would it worsen when the time of the break up eventually came? Would you be like all those before you with tear stained pillows, tissues scattered on the floor and that one song you listen to repetitively that makes you feel like you’re not alone (even though you probably are). Would you catch his eye in the hallway of the university or in the canteen or on the quad and would you feel the world shatter around you, again? Would you have to run to a bathroom to fight back the tears as you remember when you used to run up to him and hug him. Would you lose any friends? Your friends ran in the same circle, would they have to pick sides? Would you lose everyone at once and not just yoongi? You lived with your friends, would you have to move out just so that you never saw him when he was around with them, laughing and watching things together.
You wipe the tears that fell and take a deep breath outwards, who would move on first? Surely, because he no longer loves you, he has already started the moving on from you process. Surely he would move on first. Should you prepare for that now? Should you prepare for the inevitable moment that you see them together, smiling you at each other like you both used to. Should you prepare for the photos online, and the cheesy happy birthday and Valentine’s Day posts?
Could you move on from him? Could you find it in yourself to love someone as much as you love yoongi? Could someone ever take his place in your heart? Could someone ever fill the hole of love you have for him and the hole emptiness he left behind?
Are you going to become like the old woman who lived down the street? The woman who told you every day you walked past her as a child that love hurts more than it’s worth, that you only really love one person and everyone else after them is simply used to fill the space they had left behind? You used to laugh but now, as you sat staring in the mirror at someone who wasn’t you, you realised she was right. You would use whoever came after yoongi to fill the hole he had left. And there’s nothing you can do to change that. It comes with the price of loving someone who previously loved someone else and had their heartbroken. You could try to be the one they need, the one they think of at night before they sleep, or who they daydream about in the afternoon, but ultimately you’ll be in their mind after the one before. It was a vicious cycle.
“I called you like three times!” Ella shouts opening the door, “Food’s here!”
You don’t flinch as the door hits the wardrobe behind it, you don’t even flinch as she asks you if you’re okay.
“Yeah I’m fine, I got some of the cleanser in my eye, it started to sting,” you lie standing up and wiping away the tears.
“It’s like the shampoo you have when you’re a kid, it says no tears but you cry like a bitch when it goes in your eyes.”
You laugh softly, “It meant no tears in your hair.”
She frowns, “That’s misleading.”
“The food will be getting cold,” you say walking past her.
“You sure you’re okay?” Ella asks frowning as you are the food in front of you. You look at her and fight the urge to tell her everything that was going on in your head.
“Of course,” you smile looking back at the TV as her favourite drama played.
You told them you were heading for an early night at 9pm, in actual fact you couldn’t sit there as they spoke about the drama that was playing. You could barely answer their questions as they begged you to agree with them, your mind was elsewhere. Thinking of more signs, wondering when the inevitable was going to happen. He didn’t have any lessons on a Friday and he would want it over before the weekend, or maybe he would wait until Sunday so he could enjoy the weekend a little. He could break up with you mid week because that way he knew you would be busy with lessons and work so you wouldn’t spend so much time over thinking. Was he expecting you to beg him not to leave you? Was he expecting this giant scene where you slap him, or where you cry through his sweater? He always said you were a drama queen, is this why he is taking so long? So that he can prepare himself for your anger and your dramatics?
It was 10pm but the idea of sleep was far from your mind as you stared the ceiling. You could go out? You would have to get used to be being by yourself after yoongi breaks up with you. Where would you go? There was a diner nearby, but the boys always went there late at night to study or to catch up with each other. Would you have to stop going to that diner now? You had grown to love their greasy food and their too-sweet milkshakes. You had also made good friends with the owner who constantly asked you to work there because “your face will bring in lots of tips”.
You could go drinking, but by yourself it would look weird, sad even. But you were always weird and right know you felt sad, and you wanted a drink to forget for a while. So that’s what you did, you got up and dressed, ignored the girls as they asked where you were going, and walked to the nearest bar. The last memory you had was walking into the diner and putting your head on the counter as the owner, Janet, asked you repeatedly if you were okay.
You woke up to the sound a pan hitting the floor and someone swearing. You weren’t in your apartment but there was a sense of familiarity to it as you stumbled through the hallway.
“Tae?” you frown as he fries a pancake.
“You’re up!” he smiles as he points to a glass of water and a tablet for your hangover.
“Why am I here?” you ask after you swallow the tablet and half of the glass of water.
“Janet rang me.”
“She rang you?”
“Yeah, you walked into her diner drunk and when she said she would ring yoongi you shouted at her.”
“I did?”
“Yeah, she listed all of our names and I was the only one you would let her call,” he says looking at you, “Did something happen with Yoongi?”
Not yet.
“No,” you reply.
“Then why didn’t you go out drinking with him? Or why wouldn’t you let her call Yoongi?”
“He doesn’t like me drunk,” you say running your hands through your hair. You look at him to see if he bought it but it was painfully obviously that he hadn’t.
“I haven’t rang Yoongi to tell him you’re here,” Taehyung says.
“Thanks,” you mumble standing up, “I should go home.”
“Tell the girls that you met me when you were out and we went out drinking together.”
“I don’t want to incorporate you into a lie.”
“I don’t mind,” he smiles, “Text me when you’re home.”
“I will,” you smile as you wave goodbye and leave his apartment. Why did you have to make it so painfully obviously to Taehyung, one of Yoongi’s best friends, that something was going on? Was something even going on? At the moment there was nothing, but in the future there would be. The drinking had only made you feel worse, more signs had come into your mind and no matter how many shots you drank they wouldn’t go away.
“There you are!” Delia shouts as you walk into the apartment.
“I went out last night and saw Taehyung, we got drunk and I stayed on his couch,” you explain before they fired you with questions.
“I’ll get the hangover cure,” Sam says standing up. You mumble a thank you and lie on the couch covering your eyes from the light. It was easy to believe that you and Taehyung had gotten drunk and you had slept on his couch because it was a reoccurring event during the first year of college. Yoongi never really liked it; he always thought it was weird that you too always got so drunk the only place you could remember was Taehyung’s. He once thought something had happened between the two of you but you laughed it off as soon as he mentioned it, he’s like a brother! What if that was another reason? What if he was secretly holding onto the idea that you had cheated on him with Taehyung?
“Here,” Sam says handing you the glass, you groan at the smell as you sit up and take it from her hand. It was horrific but it was something her mum had told her would work, and even though you wanted to tell her it was bullshit – you knew it wasn’t. You swallowed it one go and handed her the glass back as the after taste started to kick in and the feeling of nausea rose.
“Yoongi called earlier,” Delia says as she walks out of the bathroom.
“Called or came round?” you ask.
“Came round,” she clarifies, “He said your phone was off but he came round with things to make you feel better.”
“I need to charge it,” you say getting up slowly and leaving the room of people staring at you funnily. You knew they could sense something was wrong. You and Yoongi had been in each other’s back pockets for practically the whole time you had been dating, if you weren’t together you were texting or you had just finished a phone call. And he always knew when you were going out.
[10:11AM] yoongi
i went round to give you food so you could feel better but you weren’t there, where are you??
[10:25AM] yoongi
Y/N?? you’re worrying me
[10:40AM] yoongi
please answer
[10:55AM] yoongi
have i done something?? i’m sorry if i have
You stare at the messages and feel even more confused. These weren’t the messages of someone who no longer loved someone. These were the messages of someone who still cared. But just because he cares, doesn’t mean he still loves you. You sigh as you hover your finger by the call button, would he know by now? Would Taehyung have told him? The last message was sent half an hour ago, was he waiting for you to respond? Had he given up entirely and returned to work on his breakup speech?
“Where have you been?!” Yoongi shouts when you finally pluck up the courage to call him.
“I went out last night, met Tae and we got drunk. I fell asleep on his couch,” you tell him, repeating the lie.
“You haven’t done that in a while,” Yoongi says.
“I know.”
“I thought you were sick?”
“I went out to get some food and met Tae. I thought a drink would make me feel better,” you respond. It wasn’t a total lie; you did think a drink (or few) would make you feel better. But, as expected, it didn’t and you found yourself falling deeper into the sea of sadness that was the inevitable future.
“You’re an idiot if you think alcohol can cure anything,” Yoongi says, he lets out a laugh but you couldn’t. It felt like a jab, even though it wasn’t supposed to be.
“Hm,” you hum.
“You okay?”
“Hung-over and tired,” you say, “And sore because Taehyung’s couch is hard.”
“I swear I tell him to let you sleep in his bed and him on the couch,” Yoongi says.
“We’re too drunk to remember anything we said a minute before, never mind what you told him months before.”
“You two are such heavy drinkers around each other.”
“I know,” you say letting out a fake laugh at last. The line falls silent and for a second the anxiety rises in your stomach as you think this is it, this is how he’s going to break up with me. But instead you are met with him sighing,
“Can we do something tonight?” he asks, you take a deep breath. Could it be tonight?
“Hello? Y/N?” Yoongi says.
“Sorry, yeah we can do something tonight. What do you want to do?” you ask, nervous.
“Jin is going out, so do you want to come round and we can watch films. You’re probably not up to going for a meal or anything,” he replies.
“Yeah,” you say, “I’ll come round at 7.”
“Come round at 5,” Yoongi says, “I can’t wait to see you.”
There it was again, a sign that he still cares. Could you be imagining it all? Or had been feeling it for so long that he now found it easy to lie and pretend everything was okay.
“Is that okay?” Yoongi asks.
“Yeah! Sorry, I’m so tired I’m drifting,” you lie. In actual fact you were sitting on your bed staring at a picture of you and Yoongi that was taken over a year ago. It was a cute Polaroid of the two of you when you all went out for a meal, he was showing you something on his phone and you were smiling at it. But he was smiling it at you. It’ funny how times change.
“Go to sleep baby, I’ll see you later. Set an alarm!” he says.
“I will,” you say.
“Bye,” he says before the line goes dead and you left with the phone pressed against your ear.
“I love you,” you cry silently.
At five you knocked on his door, you palms were sweating and your mind was running through a thousand thoughts. Was tonight going to be the night? Was he going to tell you he didn’t love you anymore tonight? Was he going to breakup with you tonight?
“Hey,” Yoongi smiles when he sees you standing on the other side. He was so beautiful, unaware of it however. Every time he smiled your heart raced and every time he cried your heart broke. You were, and are, completely in love with him – but was he in love with you? You two had met years ago through Ella originally, Yoongi was older but when someone pulled yours and Ella’s pigtails that’s when he stepped in. That’s how your friendship with him started years ago, with him protecting you. He had protected you for years, but who was going to protect you when he broke your heart? He was there the first time it happened when you were 15, the boy told you that he had been seeing other girls as well as you and the first person you thought to run to was Yoongi. “Are you just going to stand there?”
You look at him as he laughs at you, “No, sorry.”
“Are you still tired?” he asks as you take your shoes off and shut the door. You shake your head with a smile.
“No, I’m okay.”
“Do you want to go for a walk later?”
It would make sense for him to take you for a walk when he broke up with you, that way you couldn’t make too much of scene.
"Do we have to?” you ask.
“No, I just thought you might want some air to clear your head. Help with the hang-over.”
"Sam gave me some of her hang-over cure,” you tell him as you follow him to the living room.
“Did you brush your teeth?” he asks looking at you with wide eyes. The hang-over cure always made your breath stink in an unbearable way.
"I did, of course I did. I can’t stand the after taste,” you reply sitting on the couch as he flicked through Netflix.
Times like these used to be golden, especially since you were now both in the same year of graduating (he had failed a year and had to retake it - he called it a blessing in disguise when he realised you two would then graduate together), time was limited and at the the start of the year you thought your time was limited due to schedules and essays, yet now you knew your time was limited because one day soon the relationship you had spent so many years to build was going to crumble down.
"This looks funny,” Yoongi says snapping you out of your spiral of thoughts. You look up and nod your head with a smile.
“Can I use your bathroom really quick?” you ask standing up.
“Yeah sure, you know where it is,” he replies smiling at you. It was a gummy smile, had he really been thinking about it for that long that he can now ignore his feelings (if there are any) around you? You smile briefly back and walk down the hallway to the small bathroom in his and Jin’s apartment. You remember when you first met Jin, you had stayed the night and when you were in the bathroom you slipped and hurt your hand. Trainee Doctor Jin immediately ran in to check for fractures before smiling and introducing himself, he always seemed to be out or studying when you came round to see Yoongi. Yoongi stood in the doorway laughing at how clumsy you were citing that “you and Namjoon will be a danger to each other.” Namjoon wasn’t the danger to you, Yoongi was. Namjoon could accidentally stab your hand with a knife as you both cooked and it would still hurt less than the pain he was going to leave behind.
You splash water onto your face and immediately groan as you remember you had put makeup on to see him. You don’t know why, especially since Yoongi had made it clear he doesn’t care for looks during your teen years when you were looking for a girlfriend for him, but you thought makeup would make him look at you with the same love in his eyes. It was pathetic of you really, just because you put makeup on doesn’t mean you became so pretty that he thought he’d be out of his mind to leave you.
You wish though.
“You okay in there? You’ve been a while,” Yoongi says knocking on the door.
“Did I leave makeup wipes here?” you ask.
“They’re in my room, why do you have makeup on? You never wear makeup when we have a night in,” he says, you open the door and see the frown and the confusion on his face.
“I wanted to look nice,” you mumble walking past him and into his room in search of the wipes.
“They’re here,” he says handing them to you from on top of his dresser. You take them from his hand and start to removed the run mascara and streaky foundation. He saw you like this. He doesn’t want a girlfriend who looks like she’d been dragged through a field.
“Y/N?” he asks.
“Hm?” you hum but not turning to face him. Was this it?
“Can I talk to you?”
This was it. You had prepared for this, to an extent, but you could still feel the tears creep up to your eyes as you waited for the words it’s over or worse i don’t love you anymore.
“Sure,” you say.
“Can you look at me?”
You turn to face him and smile weakly as you pretended you were still taking makeup off, you weren’t you were just trying to hide the tears.
“Has something happened?” he asks, “The girls said you’ve been really down lately and I’ve noticed it too.”
“Everything’s fine,” you lie.
“Did… did something happen with Taehyung last night? You can tell me.”
“No! God no!” you shout, “I’d never!”
“You seem really distant, and not yourself,” he says, “Are you feeling stressed because of school? I know it’s stressful but I’m here and so are the girls.”
Was he here? Physically yes he was, he was sat in front of you. But emotionally was he? If you told him what was going on in your head would he call you an idiot and tell you that you were being stupid? That of course he still loves you and that he doesn’t want to break up at all, it was just a figment of your imagination. Or would he look at you, pull a face of sympathy and apologise? Your mind was telling you it would be the latter but your heart was screaming that it would be the first.
You always knew to listen to your head.
“I’m a little stressed,” you lie smiling at him, “But I’ll be okay.”
“If you need me, call me whenever okay?” he tells you, you put your hands out for him to take and you can’t help but notice the split second that he looks at them warily. Nevertheless, he takes your hands and smiles at you, “I’m here for you.”
You wanted to believe he was, but you knew better. You knew the signs of a break up, it wasn’t your first or even second. He was your third boyfriend, but first long term so you knew that all the pain you went through in the past after a break up was going to heighten. The question was: were you going to be able to handle it?
“Thank you,” you smile wrapping your arms around him. He held you there for a while before pulling back to look at you. You both just stared at each other for a while before he leant in and you started to lean back. You hadn’t been this close in weeks, he was always busy and you were always tired. We’re like an old married couple you had joked, he laughed quietly when you said that. Maybe that was to blame too? Maybe he thought that you wanted to get married.
“Is this okay?” he asks pulling away but leaving his lips ghosting over yours.
“Yeah,” you whisper nodding your head as you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck to pull him forward again. You had missed this. You had missed his arms roaming around and pulling items away from your body. He took care of you, and he took his time – unless he was drunk.
“I missed you,” he breathes as he pulls his top over his head and leaned down to attach his lips to your neck. He left a mark and you knew that if he broke up with you sometime this week you would be staring at it in the mirror with tears because he had marked you as his, but you weren’t.
“I missed you too,” you whisper kissing him as he pushed you further up the bed. His bed was comfortable, something you didn’t mind lying on for hours, as long as he was near. You liked his warm touch and he was like a radiator – always hot.
“I’d take my time,” he whispers, “But I think Jin is coming back with the boys soon. And I don’t want you to have to be quiet. Or for Taehyung to walk in.”
You giggled at the memory. Taehyung had walked in on you guys about a year ago, he let out a high pitched scream and ran away into a wall, you jumped up out of the bed and ran after him to see if he was okay, forgetting you were naked. He turned bright red as Yoongi ran out and put a blanket around you.
“Stop giggling,” Yoongi laughs and before you knew it you were both laughing as he lay on top of you with nothing on. It was nice to laugh together, to forget everything that was going on. IT was dark, and the stars and the moon had made an appearance, it was romantic.
“You ready?” he asks. You nod your head as you turn your attention back to him. He leant down to kiss you as he pushed in and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the feeling. He knew the right pace to make your toes curl and you mouth to part open. He knew everything about you, what you liked, what you hated, what made you sad, what made you cry, what made you smile. When it was over would he just forget it right away?
You were brought of your deep thoughts by a small groan admitting in your ear. You let out a small crack of a moan as he finally located the spot that always drove you crazy, you could sense the smirk on his face as he pushed in and out at a quicker pace. He had told you that he loved to hear you moan, especially when you moaned his name, because he felt like he was doing it right.
“Yoongi,” you gasp as you threw your legs around his back to pull him closer. He quickens his pace as you start to pant and your toes started to curl, it was blissful and he was so close to you. You never wanted it to end. When you finally hit your high, you could feel him staring at you as he continued on to ride it out.
“I love you,” he whispers staring at you. It was the first time he had said it in weeks, your heart jumped but again, you knew better.
“I love you too,” you smile, it was true. You did love him, only him. Your eyes never strayed, always on him. So what did you do to deserve this? Why couldn’t he do it already? Why couldn’t he end things instead of going with this facade? Your brain was screaming that it was because he was selfish, but your heart was telling you it was because he still cared for you. Was he waiting for a convenient time for him? So many more questions ran through your head as he held you close to him. Would this be the last time?
“Do you want to sleep here tonight?” Yoongi asks. You couldn’t, not when every time he moved you thought it was going to be the moment he was going to end things. You don’t think you could handle the pain at seeing more signs that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, that he didn’t love you anymore. But then again, this could be the last time and, call you selfish, you wanted to have something fresh in your mind for the days when you missed him the most.
“I can’t,” you lie getting up and searching for your clothes.
“You’re leaving now?” he frowns.
“I just remembered I have an essay.”
“You’re so forgetful sometimes,” he laughs. Was that a reason why he was going to end things? You were forgetful?
He must have notice your silence as you heard him get up and you could feel his eyes burning into your back.
“Are you sure there’s nothing going on?” Yoongi asks, you turn to face him and nod your head with a fake smile.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you lie once more as you stand up and fix your clothes, “I’ll see you… soon.”
“Don’t go,” Yoongi whispers as you near the door.
“Huh?”
“Don’t go,” he repeats louder, “Please stay the night.”
“Why?” you frown.
“I, I miss you,” he says, “We’ve hardly been around each other lately, it’s weird. Normally I love being on my own but I like being on my own with you in another room. I like hearing you sing along to the song you’re listening to, and I like hearing you swear when you hurt yourself or do something wrong on your essay.”
Now you were even more confused. One second he was wary of holding your hand, and the next he was begging you to not leave him. Was it because he still loves you, or was it because he’s scared to be alone? Yoongi is never scared, that’s one of the things you admired about him. But as time seemed to past so quickly you began to realise that maybe, after years of pretending nothing scared him, he was finally giving in and admitting it – in a sense. He doesn’t want to be with you, but he’s scared to be without you too.
“I need to do the essay,” you lie.
“Do the essay here,” he says.
“I haven’t got any of my books or anything.”
“I can take you home to get them,” he says climbing out and grabbing some clothes.
“Yoongi, what’s wrong?” you ask looking at him.
“What? Nothing.”
“Yoongi,” you sigh looking at him.
He stops and looks at you, a tear in his eye, “I’m scared.”
“Of what?” you ask walking towards him.
“The future,” he replies, and you can’t help but agree with him. You were afraid whenever each new day came, was it going to be today that the pain of getting over him starts?
“What about the future?”
“What I’m going to do when all this is over,” he says. That struck something in you, was this is it? Was this the moment you had been trying to avoid for the past couple of days? Was this the beginning of month’s worth of pain?
“This?” you question, trying to stop the tears.
“University,” he says and even though you felt relief, deep down you were ready to scream at him to tell you. How much longer could you go on like this? Why couldn’t you just ask him, end the questions and the anxieties? Because you were scared too, scared of the answer he was going to give. No matter how hard you tried to prepare yourself for him telling you it was over or that he didn’t love you anymore, you couldn’t – you still had a little bit of hope left somewhere.
“We don’t graduate for months,” you say, rather lifelessly. You can tell he catches on because he looks at you with a look of confusion mixed with sadness.
“Aren’t you thinking that far ahead?” he asks, you can barely stand to think about the next day lately.
“No, not yet,” you reply.
“How?”
“Because I have other things on my mind,” you say.
“Other things like what?” he asks, other things like him no longer loving you.
“Nothing, nothing,” you reply stepping back.
“Have you argued with the girls?”
“No.”
“Did you get a bad mark on an essay?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t understand why you’re being like this!” he shouts. Because he doesn’t love you anymore.
“I need to go,” you say grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around your neck.
“Y/N!” he shouts following you out of his room and down the hallway, “What’s going on!”
“Nothing!” you shout before the front door opens and the boys pile in laughing.
“Everything okay?” Jimin asks noticing the air of tension in the room.
“Yeah,” you reply, “I was just leaving.”
“Has something happened?” Taehyung asks.
“No,” you respond trying to get past them all in the small hallway.
“Ignore her, she’s in a mood,” Yoongi says walking into his bedroom and slamming the door shut. You hold back the tears as they stare at you.
“Excuse me,” you say trying to get past Jungkook. He moves out of the way quickly and you internally curse Yoongi for telling them you were in a mood. You weren’t in a mood, you didn’t feel anger or happiness or even sadness. You were just numb. Numb to any sort of feeling and it made you want to scream aloud because you didn’t know what was wrong with you, he hadn’t even broken up with you yet and you were destroying yourself with thoughts and what ifs.
How much longer could you handle this? Why couldn’t you ask him outright? Well the answer to that was clear; you were scared – just like you had thought before. You were so close to screaming it at him “you don’t love me anymore!” but the fear overtook you and any kind of confidence you had disappeared as you stared at him. It was going to end, that you were certain of, but he is the love of your life and imagining having to spend the rest of your life without him made you feel small, it made you want to crawl up into a ball and not see the sun for a while.
“I thought you would have stayed at Yoongi’s,” Dae says as you walk up the stairs with her.
“No, wasn’t feeling it,” you tell her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” you smile at her.
“I’ve noticed lately that you’ve been a bit, off,” she begins.
“Don’t worry, if there was something wrong I’d say,” you tell her.
“No, you wouldn’t,” she says opening the door for you both. You frown as you slid your shoes off and walk into the apartment.
“We made noodles, you guys want some?” Delia asks.
“Yeah sure,” you reply walking over and sitting next to her.
“I got a text from Hoseok,” Ella says.
“Did you?” you ask.
“Hm, said that you and Yoongi seemed to be having a fight or something.”
“Nope, no fight.”
“He said you were in a mood but you look fine.”
“I am fine, I just wanted to get home to do an essay and Yoongi wanted me to stay,” you say, partially true.
“He got angry because you wanted to leave?” Delia frowns.
“No, no. He thought something was wrong and I kept telling him there wasn’t. He wasn’t convinced,” you tell her.
“Oh right,” Delia says, “Is there something wrong?”
You put the noodles in a bowl and look at her, “No, there isn’t.”
“We ask because we care.”
“I know,” you say.
When Friday had came around you were starting to feel normally again, you had started to laugh and smile a little more and you had been texting Yoongi constantly, like old times. He no longer looked at you warily when he held your hand, and he always messaged you after his class if you wanted anything like food. It was almost as if you two were back on track and happy.
It was so stupid of you to put your guard down.
“Where are you going?” Ella asks as she sits on her bed staring at you doing your makeup.
“Yoongi and I are going out,” you reply.
“Is everything okay with the two of you now?” she asks.
You smile and nod your head, “Yeah. I think everything’s good.”
You didn’t notice the pained expression on her face as you turned your head to continue your makeup.
“Call me if you need me,” she says. You frown but think nothing of it, you really should have. If you were with Yoongi she never said that, because you had Yoongi in case anything happened.
“Okay,” you say laughing slightly before standing up and fixing your skirt, “I’m going.”
“You look nice,” Ella smiles, it was a sad smile but you didn’t notice.
“Thank you, I’ll see you later,” you say grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around you neck.
“You going?” Delia asks.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”
“Call me if you need me,” she says.
“Ella said the same,” you frown looking at her, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing! Just letting you know we’re here if you need us,” she smiles going back to stirring the food in front of her. You grab your coat and keep an eye on her as she tenses. She knew, you didn’t.
“Bye!” you shout leaving the apartment. You were so cheery that day; you thought that you had imagined it all. The wary eyes and the lack of communication were nothing but figments of your imagination and anxiety. You were wrong. He had asked you to meet him in the park, that alone should have sent a warning bell through your head yet it didn’t. You made yourself look pretty and walked to meet him with a smile on your face, because you loved him and you thought he loved you too. You saw him, sitting on his own on a bench playing with his thumbs – something he picked up when he was younger as a sign of nerves, and that’s when it hit you. This was it, this was the end. He was going to tell you it was over, or that he didn’t love you anymore. The thought alone made you sick.
“Hi,” you smile walking over to him.
“Hi,” he says looking at you, “Sit down.”
“Okay,” you say sitting down next to him. He didn’t reach for your hand like he normally did. He didn’t even kiss you on the cheek like he used to do. He sat next to you like you were a stranger on a bus, and that was enough for you to look down biting your lip to stop the tears.
“Y/N,” Yoongi whispers.
“Yeah?”
“I need to tell you something.”
“Okay,” you say looking at him as he sniffed.
“These past three years have been amazing,” he says, “But, I don’t think… I don’t know.”
He stops and looks at his hands as a tear falls from his eye, “I can’t. I don’t…”
“You don’t what?” you ask looking at your feet.
“I don’t love you anymore,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry, I tried to because I care for you and you’re my best friend and I’ve seen you hurt by assholes in the past. I didn’t want to be like them, but I’ve done it. I care for you so much, and I was considering staying with you but everyone said it would be wrong and that you deserve honesty.”
“Everyone?” you ask.
“The boys and I asked the girls too,” he replies.
“I need to leave,” you say standing up. They all knew, they had seen you all week and they knew. They were asking you if you were okay, did they sense you had some sort of clue, feeling, what was going to happen? Why didn’t they let you know? But, it wasn’t their job to tell you. And that frustrated you.
“No! Please, can we talk this through?” Yoongi asks standing up.
“No, there’s nothing to talk through,” you whisper walking away from him.
“Y/N, please.”
“Goodbye Yoongi,” you say walking away quickly. He knew better than to follow you, and you knew better than to turn around and run to him. Each step you took away from him hurt you more and more inside. It wasn’t just the loss of a relationship and a friendship; it was the loss of someone who had made each day more bearable for you. How were you going to go on now he was gone? What were you going to do when you needed a shoulder to cry on? You needed to cry on his shoulder right now, but you can’t cry on the shoulder of someone who bought you the pain.
“Hey,” the girls saying standing up from the couch when you walked in. You look at them and you don’t know what to do or feel. Half of you way angry that they hadn’t told you but the other half knew that they would of if they could.
“Hi,” you mumble taking your shoes off and walking to the kitchen.
“Are, are you okay?” Delia asks.
“Yeah I’m great, why wouldn’t I be?” you reply taking a drink out. They all frown and look at each other; they must think he decided not to do it tonight.
“That’s good,” Sam says sitting down. You wanted to scream and cry, the pain you felt was worse than you had imagined. Everything felt like it was closing in but at the same time you felt like you were the only person in the world. How could he do this to you? How could he promise you for years to love you and then one day decide he didn’t want to anymore, without any explanation?
“Guys,” you whisper looking at the counter that was full of food, “Why did you cook so much food?”
You knew why they did, whenever you were sad or something had happened to you, you ate and ate until you felt sick. You were a comfort eater, and it was nice to know they had thought about you but it quickly turned to anger when you remembered – they knew and they had prepared for a week.
“We were hungry, do you want some?” Delia asks, “We made your favourite food.”
“Why?” you ask looking at them.
“Because we love you,” Ella says stretching her arms out as if she was going to hug you. They loved you, but Yoongi no longer did. And that was enough for you to practically fall on the kitchen floor and cry your heart out.
“Y/N!” Delia shouts jumping over the couch and running to you.
“It hurts!” you cry.
“What hurts? Do you need a Doctor?” Ella asks checking your legs as if they were broken.
“My heart,” you sob.
“Do you need to go to the hospital? Should I call Yoongi to meet us there?” Sam asks. They didn’t know, they thought your heart was just hurting. You should have told them when you came in, that way you didn’t need to explain to them that your heart was hurting because Yoongi no longer loved you and all you could do was love him.
“Yo-Yo-Yoongi,” you sob, “He’s the reason.”
“Oh my God,” Sam says.
“Why does it hurt this bad!” you scream crying loudly as you hit your hand on the floor repetitively, maybe the pain your hand could distract you from the pain in your heart. It was a stupid thought, all it did was leave you with a pain in your hand and your heart.
“Y/N, come on get up. We can eat food, do you want to go out and drink? We can do that too,” Delia says.
“I can’t breathe,” you cry.
“Open the window and step back to give her room,” Delia says. Dae quickly runs to the window and pushes it open as far as it can go. But no amount of air or space in the room could make the lump in your throat disappear.
“Make the pain stop,” you cry hiccupping, “Please.”
But what could they do? They could tell you it would be okay but you would just tell them it wouldn’t be. They could help you off of the floor but you had lost all your energy so you would just fall back down again. They could tell you that you deserve better, but Yoongi is their friend too and you care too much about Yoongi to let them say things about him.
It was two hours later when you finally got yourself up off the floor. There was poodle of tears and you sighed heavily as you tried to clean it up so no-one, specifically Ella, fell.
“You okay?” Delia asks walking around.
“Hm,” you hum sniffing.
“Well, I mean I know you’re not,” she rambles.
“Please stop talking,” you whisper standing up slowly and looking at the food in front of you.
“Sorry, are you going to eat?”
You shake your head, “No. I’m not hungry. I’m going to go to bed.”
“Oh, okay. The girls went out to get ice cream and things, do you not want any?”
“No,” you whisper, “Tell them I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” she frowns.
“For making a scene. Yoongi used to hate it when I made something big out of nothing.”
“This isn’t nothing Y/N,” she whispers as you begin to walk away.
“I feel like nothing,” you say as you walk to your bedroom and shut the door.
You could recall the first time you had been broken up with. You were 15, he cheated and the first person you went to was Yoongi. You remember crying on his shoulder and telling him how stupid you were for thinking that you could be the only one for him. You remember Yoongi telling you that one day you’d find someone who thought of only you, you thought it was him. After that day your feelings grew into something more for Yoongi, but he was older and you thought he would prefer someone his age or even older. So you met someone else and dated him for a few months, but it was useless because whenever he held your hand you thought of Yoongi. Whenever Yoongi would ask you about your boyfriend you would get lost in his eyes and just mumble something along the lines of he’s fine. It was that boyfriend that made you realise everything for Yoongi, well deep down you knew but you were in denial. He told you to stop using him and go for the person you really loved. You often wondered that if you had never fallen for Yoongi if you and he would still be together, and happy.
“Hi,” Taehyung says walking into your room. It had been three days and you still had made no effort to move.
“Hi,” you whisper.
“I hate seeing you like this,” he sighs walking over to your bed and climbing in next to you, “I got you food.”
“I don’t want it.”
“The girls said you’ve barely ate,” he says, “Please just eat a little bit.”
“What did you bring?”
“Chinese,” he smiles sitting up and handing it to you.
“I’ll eat a tiny bit, for you,” you sigh opening the container.
“I wanted to come yesterday but the boys all said we should go see Yoongi,” Taehyung explains.
“How is he?” you ask.
“The same as you,” Taehyung sighs, “Except he’s showered.”
You nudge him and laugh quietly, “Shut up.”
“Can we go out?” he asks.
“I don’t feel like drinking Tae,” you reply.
“Not to drink. To eat, or for a walk. You need sunlight,” he dramatizes. It had been three days and you did stink and you hadn’t eaten a proper meal.
“Why did you bring me food if you’re gonna take me out for food?” you ask.
“I expected you to tell me to fuck off to be honest,” he laughs, “Stop eating that and we’ll go out properly. But please shower.”
“I will shower,” you mumble climbing over him, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
“I’ll be in here,” he says snuggling into your bed more. You smile as you walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on. It would be good to go out, you can’t stay inside forever. Plus you had classes to attend and essays to write, you can’t stop everything because someone doesn’t love you anymore. Stepping into the shower you stood under it a while and stared at your reflection in the glass. You looked ill and tired, but all you had done was sleep. How could you let someone affect your life the way he has?
“Are you crying in there?” Taehyung asks after he knocks on the door, “It’s been 30 minutes!”
“It’s been three days, shut up!” you shout as you climb out and wrap a towel around you.
“Come on, I’m hungry!” he shouts, you open the door and glare at him as you walk past him.
“It’ll only take me a second to get dressed.”
“You should have taken clothes in with you.”
“Sorry, I forgot,” you blush running to your room; except you don’t make it and you slip on the floor and land on your shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks running over.
“I think I broke it.”
“You said that about your leg last year.”
“It was a fracture!”
“And this probably is too!”
“It’s still bad!” you cry, “Oh my God it hurts to move.”
“Can you get dressed?”
“It hurts to move.”
“I’ll get you some clothes, and then I’ll take you the hospital okay?”
“Okay,” you say, “Make sure the clothes match! And get shorts not a skirt!”
“You really can’t afford to be picky right now!” Taehyung shouts. You groan in pain as he runs out with all black clothes and a mouth full of food.
“Did you stop to eat some the Chinese food you bought me?” you ask in disbelief.
“I’m hungry,” he replies.
“Tae you’re gonna have to dress me, I can’t move,” you tell him.
“What?”
“Oh please Tae, you’ve seen me naked before. Hurry up,” you snap. He stops for a second before nodding his head and grabbing the shorts.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he ties the button and pulls the oversized jumper of your head.
“It’s fine,” you whisper, “Help me up. Gently.”
“Well I’m not going to pull you up and tell you to walk it off,” Taehyung says.
“If I could hit you, I would,” you mumble as he helps you up, “I think it’s my collarbone again.”
“Again?”
“I was young,” you say.
“And you still haven’t learned?”
“Please, not now,” you say as he helps you to his car.
When you woke up this morning you didn’t expect to even get out bed, never mind be in the hospital with Taehyung showing you funny cat videos as you waited for results from your X-Ray.
“This one is my favourite,” he says, you laugh at him and rest your head on his shoulder.
“Tae?”
“Yeah?” he asks locking his phone.
“Were you lying before about Yoongi not being okay?”
“No,” he says, “He wasn’t as bad as you, but he wasn’t much better.”
“I can’t believe we’ve done this to each other,” you whisper.
“You haven’t done anything, he has.”
Taehyung was right, what had you done to Yoongi? Nothing except accept that he no longer loved you. You could have been like others who rang and texted persistently begging for them to tell them what they did wrong, but you know better than that. Finding out why he had fallen out of love with you would only make you feel worse, and nervous for any future relationships you’d have.
“Is your shoulder still sore?” Taehyung asks.
“I haven’t moved it in a while,” you reply.
“Good, don’t,” he says.
“Tae?”
“Hm?” he hums.
“Did Yoongi tell you why?”
“Tell me why?”
“Why he fell out of love with me?” you ask. You could feel him tense.
“No, he didn’t,” he replies, and again – like an idiot – you believed him.
After getting a sling and being told not to do any sports for 8 – 10 weeks, Taehyung drove you home, but not before going through a drive thru to get food.
“Thanks,” you smile as helps you out the car.
“If you need anything call me okay?”
“Okay,” you smile taking the bag full of food, that you bought for you and the girls, off him.
“You sure you don’t want me to walk you to your door?”
“No, I’m good,” you say.
“I don’t want to leave you, what if you fall?”
“Then I’ll call one of the girls,” you say shaking your head as you walk to the door, “See you soon!”
“Bye,” he says waiting for you to enter the building. The walk up the stairs was awkward as you tried not to drop your keys or the food in your hand and you half wished you had asked Taehyung to help you.
“Y/N!” Delia shouts awkwardly when she opens the door after you ring the doorbell.
“Hi,” you frown stepping in.
“What did you do to your arm?”
“I fell on my shoulder, I hurt my collarbone,” you tell her as you take your shoes off and walk up the stairs.
“Here, I’ll take the food,” Ella says running over.
“We called, you left your phone here,” Dae says.
“I know, I forgot about it.”
“Who took you?” Sam asks.
“Taehyung, he came over to take me to get food. I went to get a shower and went to run back to my room and slipped in the hallway,” you answer.
“You’re an idiot,” Delia says.
“I know,” you laugh.
“How are you feeling?” Dae asks.
“Is it weird to say that this collarbone thing is distracting me from the pain?” you ask.
They laugh, “No.”
“Okay, good,” you say sitting down to eat with them.
“Did you know?” Ella asks.
“Ella!” Dae shouts.
“I sensed it,” you say.
“Is that why you were so down?”
“Yeah, I was just waiting for it to happen.”
“When you were crying in the floor I wanted to hit him,” Sam says.
“Don’t hit him,” you mumble.
“I won’t, he’s a friend but I trusted him with you.”
You had trusted him with yourself too. And now look where you were, broken hearted with a broken collarbone. Would you have broken your collarbone if you were still together? Possibly. Would Yoongi have looked after you? Completely. You remember last year when you fractured your leg and Yoongi temporarily moved in with you to look after you 24/7. It was nice to have him there; it felt like you had taken everything to the next step. It was like a taste of what living together would be like, and you had suggested it to him. He had told you that after you had both finished college you would do it. Find a small apartment together and start a proper life together. What happened to that? What happened to the future you two had planned? Had you jinxed yourselves? Had you both been so naive to reality that you thought, it’s been two years it’s forever.
“Eat up,” Dae says.
“Okay,” you smile. You sat around the small table and watched as they laughed and ate the food you had bought for them. It was nice, you hadn’t done this in a while – you were always with Yoongi or you were too busy wrapped up in your little world with him to really take time to be with your friends. It wasn’t until you were away from him that you had realised, you had completely isolated yourself from your friends and dedicated your time to only him and your studies. And you hated that.
“Did I ever, ignore you guys?” you ask.
“All the time,” Sam answers, “But I would too if I had someone who loved me as much as he loved you.”
It was the past tense of it that made your heart sore, loved. You were no longer his ‘love’ rather just his ‘loved’. A memory from the past, a story that he would tell someday far into the future. Maybe to his kids, about his first long term relationship. Would they ask what happened? What would he say to them? I just stopped loving her. Would they found out why he stopped loving you before you did? Would you ever find out?
“I’m not hungry,” you whisper standing up.
“Was it something I said?” Sam asks.
“No, it’s been a long day. I’m tired.”
“Use one of my pillows to keep your arm elevated,” Ella says.
“Okay, thanks,” you smile as you walk to your room you shared with Ella. Would you be like this for a while? Momentarily feeling okay, like you didn’t need him, but switching moments later and feeling like all you needed was him.
The tears started to fall again, and you felt pathetic. How could you cry this much over someone who was probably out with his friends drinking and meeting new girls? He had already started the moving on process long before you, possibly weeks before you. It was easier for him, he knew much longer than you that he didn’t wanted to be with you. You didn’t know at all, you had only noticed the signs days before, but then you started to ignore them again when you really needed not to. You had set yourself up for the end, and dragged yourself back down again.
“Please don’t cry,” Ella whispers walking into the room and shutting the door after her.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper sniffing frequently.
“Don’t apologise,” she says, “What’s wrong?”
“It started to hurt again.”
“Your arm?”
You shake your head, “I just want him to love me still.”
She stares at you and looks at her feet, “I’m so sorry Y/N.”
“I don’t know what I did.”
“I don’t think you did anything, it just happens sometimes.”
“I lost the love of my life and my best friend, all at once,” you cry, “And now I have a broken collarbone to top it all off.”
She laughs weakly, “Angry at your collarbone?”
“Very much so. And Taehyung,” you sniff, “If he had left me alone, then I wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“Is it the same for Yoongi?”
You nod your head, “If he had left me alone, I wouldn’t be feeling this way.”
“Do you wish he had left you alone?” she asks. You look at her and frown. You didn’t know. One part of you wished you had protected your heart more, while the other was feeling content with the three years you had spent with him.
“Do feelings ever come back?” you ask.
“Don’t Y/N,” she whispers, “Don’t wait for him to come back. He might not.”
But he could.
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Last year I signed up to be a chaperone for my niece’s trip to Japan and I told Scott I would write about it so you can live vicariously through me.
My day started at 2:30am EST 6/6 and is wrapping up as I type this 8:30am EST 6/7 (9:30pm JST 6/7). I slept over at my sister’s house because we needed to be at the Tampa Airport at 5:30 am because the flight left at 8:30am. I didn’t get much sleep due to a combination of excitement and her dog wanting to give me kisses while I tried to sleep. The dog finally settled down and I was able to sleep but about 2:30am she kicked the wall and woke herself up and because she was awake she decided I needed to be awake too.
We left my sister’s house at 3:30 and got to the airport around 5:30 where we met with the rest of the group, got our tickets and waited. We took Delta so we had a 2 hour lay over in Atlanta, so we got on the plane and 2 episodes of Bob’s Burgers we were in Atlanta. We get to our gate in Atlanta and wait about 30 minutes and they start the boarding. The plane is a 777 and had 9 rows of seats. I was seated in E so I was right in the middle of the middle and couldn’t take on pictures out the window. So began the longest 14 hours of my life.
Nothing makes you realize time doesn’t exist like an international plane ride. The plane ride was so long we got 2 meals and a snack, the first meal was at about 1pm est and I had Stir Fried Pork. The snack was a mini flat bread pizza and ice cream. The second meal was around midnight est and they offered scrambled eggs or chicken yakitori. During the flight I watched 4 movies and 2 more episodes of Bob’s Burgers. I watched so much stuff I got a headache. I watched Teen Titans Go to the Movies, Ralph Breaks the Internet (Why wasn’t this movie called Ralph Wrecks the Internet?), The Incredibles 2 and Deadpool 2. I also slept about 2 hours, so I’m going about 30 hours on 2 hours of sleep. We landed in Narita and then had to wait for another group to show up and we had an hour bus ride to get into Tokyo and to the hotel where we had dinner.
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Dinner was mixed Katsu (I think) with rice and miso soup. It was good but I didn’t eat the crab since I don’t eat seafood (but I will eat sea weed).
After dinner we got our rooms and I showered and decided to walk around a bit. I went to a Lawson convenient store and a japanese 7-11
Today’s candy is Gummi GingerAle Up. It’s a ginger ale flavored gummy candy. It’s good, it tastes like ginger ale so you’re getting what you’re expecting. There is a slight burning on the tongue after eating it.
Tomorrow starts the official start of the tour, so I’ll try and have something more exciting then “I watched movies and ate food on a plane”
Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to crash.
Adventures In Japan Day 1 Last year I signed up to be a chaperone for my niece's trip to Japan and I told Scott I would write about it so you can live vicariously through me.
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