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angelbroad · 2 years

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SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP

RETURN

Rating: teen and up audiences

Characters: Marjorie Brock (oc), Jack Darby (transformers), June Darby (transformers), Miko Nakadai (transformers), Raphael “Raf” Esquivel (transformers), Jonathan Gilmore (@cattalystic oc), Kenneth Brock (oc), Arcee (transformers), Soundwave (transformers), Lazerbeak (mentioned), Autobots (transformers), Cliffjumper (mentioned)

Tags: family reunion, past experiences, Jack and June Darby need a hug, introduction, drama, i don’t know how to tag this, drabble, fan-chapter, changing percepective, Marjorie Brock is a good person, stalking, comfort, hugging, espionage, holoform, smuggling, brief description of violence

Summary: The Darby family hears of a familiar face returning to Jasper, Nevada. Some other people are not too happy about it.

DISCLAIMER

THIS IS A FAN-MADE CHAPTER BASED ON THE CHARACTERS AND STORYLINE OF @cattalystic FANFICTION “SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP” NEITHER OF US OWNS TRANSFORMERS AND WE ONLY OWN OUR RESPECTIVE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

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It was almost noon, and the sun felt even hotter as the two teens walked

along the sidewalk. “Do you think it was a good idea to come back to the

Autobots?” the girl asked. Jack would be dishonest if he told her ‘yes’. Truth be

told, after their accident with the Decepticons and his father’s antics, he hasn’t

been able to think straight. “Are you okay, Jack?” asked another voice. Jack

noticed that it was Raphael, who must have joined the two at some point. “I’m

fine”, said Jack “I just have a lot of things on my mind lately.” the girl and the

pre-teen nodded in response. Jack’s situation was no secret to the two. They

had been through hell and back together, and they agreed to start sharing

more about each other’s lives, to have each other when they couldn’t rely on

anyone else.

Soon enough, they arrived at Jack’s house. June wasn’t home, being too

occupied with work. Ever since the boy’s father demanded for more time with him, she has been working harder, as if to better the situation somehow. Jack

wanted to believe there was still hope for him and his mom. She was a good

woman, who didn’t deserve what was happening to her. It was Tuesday, so

they decided it would be a good time for them to hang out a bit before he had

to visit his father tomorrow. Normally they would hang out on Friday, but it

was one of the days he would visit Jonathan because of the custody matter,

who didn’t let him go out. Compared to him, even his family members not

neccessarily related by blood, where far better.

Miko plopped on the couch with a groan, “When will school eeeeeeend?” the

boys let out a laugh. “You know school is kinda important, right?” the pre-teen

said, taking a seat beside her. “Well, yea I guess. But it’s soo boring!” “Heh,

well maybe sometimes.” answered Jack. They turned on the tv and continued

chatting.

“When will your mom be back?” Miko asked, sitting upside-down on the

couch and fiddling on her phone. “Probably soon, if they don’t have any

emergencies in the hospital.” the sapphire-eyed teen responded. It seemed Raf

was busy with a book, so Jack took the remote and started flipping through the

channels. Arcee had told him earier that she would be taking a recharge at the

garage, since there was nothing to do, but to Jack it felt like he was being spied

upon. The Autobots were good friends, but the kids’ trust begun to waver after

their Decepticon dilema, and it seemed like Miko was affected the most. Jack

noticed that the girl hasn’t been getting much sleep lately, and seems

interested in learning how to pilot aircrafts. Jack didn’t really think too much of

it, only assuming she figured out what to do after graduation. The same

couldn’t be said for the teen boy though. He still is lost to the concept of what

to do for his next step in education. Esquivel was four years younger than him,

and he probably already figured things out.

“Did the Decepticons bother you again?” Jack asked, causing both of his

friends to turn their heads toward him. Miko turned her body to sit at a normal

position, looking a bit hesitant, before answering with a happy ‘Nope! Nothing

at all.’ Raf also gestured at Miko as if he had the same response. They were

concerned about more Decepticon activity around them, especially when

Lazerbeak itself showed up at the school a week ago. To say they were a bit on

edge was an understatement.

The sound of keys unlocking the door was heard, and the kids turned their

heads to see June Darby enter the house. She was holding her coat on her arm, and looked really exhausted. Jack left the remote on the couch to go and help

his mom, the other two turning in way to look at them better. As June said hi

to them and started talking with Miko, the pre-teen felt a small vibration in his

pocket. He pulled out his phone to see what the notification was. It was a text

message, from Soundwave. “Dammit, not now!” Raf said in his head. He

excused himself to another room, saying that he needed to call his parents

about something. As it turned out, he wouldn’t take long. Usually the texts he

got from the Decepticon were questions about different subjects, that would

escalate to something akin to a threat when he would ignore them, but this

time it was something else entirely.

Soundwave:

The boy didn’t know what it meant, and was too cautious to ask. So he just

went back to the living area. As he entered the room, he noticed that Jack and

his mother’s attention was stern on the tv, so he looked over to see what it

was. It was a news report talking about a certain Aircraft Military division

coming to Jasper. Probably soldiers reuniting with their families. June covered

her mouth, and it seemed like her eyes sparked with joy. “Arcee is faster than

the car, right?” June asked Jack, “She is.” he responed. And they both started

leaving for the garage before they stopped to speak to Raphael and Miko, “Do

you two want to stay here or?” asked the dark-haired teen. “I dunno why you

guys are so excited, but it sure as hell seems important and I want to see. So

we’ll stay and wait for you to return! Right, Raf?” the girl said with her usual

spunk. The chestnut haired boy knew he couldn’t possibly convince her not to,

so he agreed to stay behind as well.

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There was a knock at Jonathan’s office door. “Come in.” he said, still not

looking up from the files on his desk. “Not-really-brother-in-law.” the man

lifted his head on the nickname. It was Kenneth Brock, the oldest son of the

Brock family. Even though his family owned Brock Indusrties, a large

technological company focused mostly on robotics, he lacked the skill and

intelligence to run it, so ownership was passed to his younger sister. Still, he

made a name for himself in the U.S. Goverment as an agent. “Am I being

investigated, ‘not-really-brother-in-law'?” Kenneth gave him a serious look,

devoid of his usual easy-going mood. The nickname was made because the siblings were considered family to the Darby’s back in the day, although to

Johnathan, Kenneth was the only one he trusted. Something about the sister

always felt, off. It didn’t feel like he was talking to a genuine human being.

“Here to angrily ramble about your family again?” he asked. Brock responded

by slamming his hand on his desk. Jonathan kept a calm look “That was

vintage.” “This is serious!” the older man responded. “What happened?” the

brunette responded, starting to take him more seriously. “Aircraft Division

‘Owl’ came back to Jasper, Marjorie came back.” Jonathan froze at the name

drop. Marjorie had been gone ever since early 2009, and now she is back?!

When he had plans in motion?!

He got up from his chair in a hurry, “Do we take my car or yours?” “Let’s take

yours.” Brock said, and they both set off in a hurry. He was going to pick up

Jack, no matter June’s protests. There were enough bad influences in the boy’s

life already that prevented him from achieving his goal, he wasn’t about to let

this mad-dog infiltrate their lives once again.

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With Arcee, they arrived at the airport, and June ran straight inside. “Who are

you so excited to pick up?” Arcee asked. “My aunt, Marjorie.” said Jack, “Her

division came back.” “Oh, that’s great! You must really miss her, huh?” the

femme responded. She didn’t really have a biological family of her own, to her,

the team was the closest thing she had to what humans called ‘family’.

Regardless, that didn’t stop her from caring about others’ families as well. Jack

gave the motorcycle a pat and went inside after his mom, leaving Arcee to wait

outside. After the dust was settled, she really wanted to apologise to Jack for

acting out. It really wasn’t his fault that him and the others were captured by

the ‘cons, and no-one could truly guess the outcome of the ordeal. Sometimes

she wishes she could vent all this with Cliffjumper.

They were lucky to find an unoccupied bench. A lot of the pilots’ families lived

in Jasper, and the area was packed with people. Slowly, the pilots begun

reuniting with their families, the room filling with great joy, and Jack started

searching with anticipation. Aunt Marjorie didn’t live in Jasper, but they still

hoped that in someway, she would decide to come.

Soon enough, a figure taller above all else started making its way through the

crowd, and a familiar bandaged face came into view. June was the first to get

up, and without any words coming out of her mouth, she dashed towards the woman’s direction. The yellow-eyed woman noticed her almost immediately,

and set down her suitcases to stretch her arms forward, and embrace her

beloved family member into a hug. June felt so small compared to Marjorie,

still she melted into the hug. She felt like she would cry, clenching the Air

Commander’s coat tighter. “June, I’m back.” said the taller woman. As she

stayed hugging June, she noticed another familiar face, “Hey! Nephew! Come

here!” she exclaimed as she stretched out one of her arms, which alowed Jack

to join the hug too.

After they finally seperated from the hug, the Darbys got a chance to look at

Marjorie’s face more carefully, noticing she had an eyepatch now, and more

stitch-like burn marks in her forehead. “W-What happened?” asked a worried

June, putting a hand on her face. Even though an injured eye would seem like a

painful deal, Marjorie responded in an energetic tone, “I just fell off a small

cliff, no big deal.” both of them were quite surprised. They always knew

Marjorie was stronger and more durable than most people, but this? Jack only

wished he was as strong.

As they were walking through the halls, Jack started feeling a bit off, and

suddendly he felt the need to look up. Turning his head to look at a glass part

of the roof, something large flew by. He assumed it must have been another

plane or a bird.

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They were waiting for a while, so they went to go sit at the park to talk more,

since the sun wasn’t burning as hot now. He had sent Arcee to wait

somewhere around the corner of the park, Marjorie already having a ride set

to arrive at the location. They sat down on the bench, enjoying the light

breeze. “Things haven’t changed all that much, have they?” the woman asked.

“When it comes to the town, yea I suppose.” the teen responded, ruffling his

dark hair. Brock raised her one remaining eyebrow. “I’ll be staying here from

now on.” the nurse looked at her with hope in her eyes, “You’ll stay here?

Where?” “I already had a house contructed a little outside of town about a

year ago. Both for work and because of some” she turned her gaze away for a

moment “familial disputes.” Jack and June nodded, looks like they were having

similar experiences.

Still, it seemed that the golden-eyed woman figured there was something

wrong. “You know, if you have any problems, I am always here to help you.” it is true they had a lot of baggage, but they didn’t want to bother her after the

long flight she just had. They agreed for Marjorie to come visit them as soon as

she unpacks her luggage, as she didn’t want to have to tell the driver to change

courses and give them more work. And so, they parted ways for now.

Marjorie’s expression changed into a more serious one as soon as they left.

She knew they had troubles, she knew about Johnathan’s return. It would take

all she had to prevent herself from breaking some bones. Right now, she had

to keep a low profile, especially since the Autobots were stationed here.

Another man walked up and sat on the bench, he was slim, with dark hair and

clothing, with a mask covering his nose and mouth. He offered her a box of

chocolates, which she set onto her lap and disposed a hard drive into the

previously empty package. She gave it back to him, and the man got up. They

gave each other a nod, and Marjorie picked up her luggage to go their seperate

ways. As she got into the car, somewhere else the holoform faded, and

Soundwave transformed into vehicle mode to deliver the information back to

the Nemesis.

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Author's note: just wanted to give one of my favourite fanfics some love and write the introduction of Marjorie and her brother into the story of tfp

#transformers prime #tfp oc #tfp jack #tfp june darby #tfp miko #tfp raf #tfp arcee #tfp cliffjumper #fanfiction #tfp fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #original characters #tfp soundwave #lazerbeak

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lifetimeshipper · 1 year

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I Will Find You

Chapter 2

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Megatron was just finishing going through the destroyed Autobot base looking for any evidence to show where the Autobots could have gone, but neither he nor his soldiers could find anything except some weapons and Airachnid in an Insecticon pod. After Megatron releases a laser beam on the military, who came to take care of the issue, and blasted them, he went back to the tower to plan out his next action.

He also was coming up with ways he could get rid of Wheeljack. But when he got ready to kill him off Starscream spoke up, "Master, don't you think we should keep him around for a little longer to find out where the others went? Do you really want to kill off the mech that can let us know their locations, Arcee's location?"

Megatron thought it over for a moment, "Very well, he'll stay alive for now. But once we know where the other Autobots are I will kill him."

"Good idea my lord. I shall conduct the torture myself and get the info," Starscream said with a bow before he left to go see Wheeljack. Starscream gets to the room where they're holding Wheeljack and picks up a prod, "Now Wheeljack, you will tell me where the other 'Bots went."

"I don't know, even if I did I wouldn't tell you."

Starscream hit him with the prod, "Now will you be willing to talk?"

"I don't know where they went, they didn't fill me in."

"But surely you know where Arcee is, you two are sparkmates now after all."

"I don't even know where she is, it doesn't work that way."

"You Autobots are always willing to tell lies to cover for the others and keep them safe."

"It's called loyalty and being a good team member. But I'm not lying, I really don't know where they are."

Starscream didn't believe him and he proceeded on with the torture. Later when he finished he went to see Megatron, "Did you get anything out of him?" Megatron asked once he saw him.

"No, he's being stubborn and refusing to say anything."

Megatron just snarled as he called Agent Fowler.

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Arcee and Jack pull into the back of some warehouse and Jack gets off as he panics about the safety of his mom, "What if she didn't get out of Jasper in time? What if the 'Cons took her? Even if she did get out she has to be worried about me," Jack rambles on as Arcee transforms and tries to calm him. She grabs at her chest as a sharp pain shoots through her spark chamber. Jack turns around and runs to her side, "Arcee, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a pain in my spark chamber, been going on for about a week. I'm fine."

"Has Ratchet checked you over?"

"No."

"You may want him to check you over, it could be that Dark Energon curse."

"I doubt it's that. But I'll probably have him check me over when we reunite with him and the others. I just hope Wheeljack is alright."

"Please do. I'm sure he's fine, he's a Wrecker and a very good fighter," Jack says trying to comfort her. Arcee just smiled at him. She looked up and saw something in the sky and decided to go and investigate it.

Once she was gone Jack brought out his phone and texted his mom, even though he knew it was bad as the Decepticons could track him.

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Megatron was sitting on his throne on top of Darkmount tower when he got the call from Starscream letting him know they found a signal from one of the humans, "Send in the troops. And Soundwave, I want a live feed," Megatron said just before he transformed and flew to the Nemesis. He went to the bridge to watch and that's when he noticed which human it was. Jack, Arcee's human partner. He knew she had to be nearby, "Drones, don't kill the femme. Capture her, I want her brought to me," he told the Vehicons.

"Yes sir," the drones responded as they fired on Jack. Later Arcee showed up and saved Jack from being blasted, she avoided the shots as she brought out her guns and started shooting back. The drones flew off to circle around and come up with a way to get the femme. Arcee transformed and she and Jack went over to a gas station.

Megatron continued to watch with irritation, "How hard is it to capture one lone Autobot!?"

"Well, it is Arcee..." Starscream replied.

Megatron calmed himself down and let out a slight chuckle, "Yes, she always was known to be a feisty one, which is one of the reasons I fell for her. Capturing her isn't that easy. But I would think that my soldiers would have the skills to get her! Obviously, we need to do more training with the drones."

"Yes sir, just let me know when you want that to be and I can set it up," Starscream said. Megatron just growled as he looked at the screen.

Arcee got into position as Jack called the drones over, he poured a bunch of gas onto the ground and then ran over to the car where Arcee was hiding behind. Arcee popped up, aimed her blaster, and shot at them, hitting the gas on the ground and causing an explosion that cut out the video feed. With a smirk on her faceplate Arcee transformed, "Let's go before they send reinforcement," she said as Jack got on. He looked back as he put his helmet on, once he was set Arcee took off.

Megatron and the other 'Cons were left wondering where the two went as they gathered up their dead soldiers and an unconscious Laserbeak. Soundwave worked on fixing up Laserbeak so they can try to at least get a hint of where Arcee went but with no luck. There is no trace of where she could have gone to.

#fanfic #transformers fanfic #transformers prime #tfp #arcee #wheeljack #megatron #tfp arcee #tfp wheeljack #tfp megatron #wheeljack x arcee #wheelcee #romance

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fat-hedonistic-hogs · 2 years

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Meanwhile Jirou has a rather odd think with her quirk. If she plugs herself into things playing specific butt centered music. She seemingly loses control of herself and quirk.

Spreading the mind numbing music to any other woman in a general vicinity.

"Come on Jiro! Play the music! I wanna see if you can actually work as a boombox like you said!"

"Yeah Jiro! It isn't exactly a party without music is it?"

"Are we sure this is a good idea?"

"Whats the worst that could happen?"

"Ugh... FINE! I'll do it but don't say I didn't earn you! My quirk gets a bit weird whenever I plug into something like this..." Jiro sighed as she brought out a massive gold colored boombox from her room. It was a gift from her mom but she made it very clear it was never to be turned on. "This things been collecting dust but I'm sure it still works." She said as she plugged jack in and switched it on. Right away Jiro's doughy body began bouncing and wobbling to the beat of the song as the soundwaves pumped through her body. The musical heroine's eyes went wide as music notes swirled around her head and a wicked grin spread to her face. Her rear began bouncing as the song picked up and Jiro slammed her leg down into the ground spreading her stance and making her rear pop out as she danced like her life depended on it.

"WOOO! GO JIRO! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU KNEW HOW TO DANCE LIKE THAT!" Mina giggled as she joined in but soon founder herself unable to stop. "Wait! What's happening? I can't stop! Is my ass getting BIGGER?" Mina yelled turning to look at the others who were all struggling to control their growing rears. Mina felt her body move on its own as the music swirled inside her head. "Look at me! Look of fucking RIDONKULOUS MY BIG SWEATY ASS IS? ANYONE WANNA TAKE A PEAK?" Mina giggled as she swung her hips to the side smashing a lamp and a table In one fell swoop.

"Bump, Bump, Bump! Shake that Rump!" Jiro sang completely lost in the music as she and Mina began slamming their asses up and onto of the boombox before meeting together with a massive butt bump releasing a deafening "CLAP!" as their ass cheeks met.

Momo was struggling to keep control of herself Toga was too far gone for anyone to help her or resist the hypnotizing music as the blonde vampire began twerking and grinding her ass onto Momo's pale rear which was quickly outgrowing her skirt.

"SMACK!" Toga spanked Momo's rear leaving a red glowing hand print behind and making her cheeks wobble even faster! "Damn Momo thats alot of ass! why not match it with a little gas?" Toga giggled wrapping her arms around Momo's gut and giving her a firm squeeze.

"Toga snap out of it! You're gonna make me... BWOOORRRP~FLRRRRPTTBLLPRRRT!" Momo's face turned red as she let out a rancid blast of gas from both ends just as the beat dropped and her body went into auto pilot forcing her to bend over with her face on the floor ans her cheeks high In the air. "FUCK THE SNOBBY RICH GIRL LOOK, WATCH ME DANCE TO THIS FIRE HOOK!" Momo yelled losing all inhibitions and shame as she clapped her massive rear to the song occasionally letting out perfectly timed belches and farts to the music.

"FUCK! It's so BIG!" Ochako yelled as she slammed her ass into the wall leaving a massive butt shaped imprint behind. The shy girl she was before was gone replaced by a crass and crude bimbo who's only goal was to shake her ass and make a mess. "FLRRRRPTT~ STINK IT UP GIRLS! LET'S MAKE THIS PLACE REAK!"

Soon enough the entire room was cracking and shaking from their big booty dance party. Jiro herself was the biggest by far as she absorbed most of the music into her own body causing her massive ass to steadily swell up almost reaching the ceiling. "WHY STOP AT BRINGING THIS SCHOOL DOWN? WHY NOT DANCE ALL ROUND TOWN?" Jiro sang slamming her ass backwards into a wall busting a massive hole into it and giving herself a way out. Grabbing the boombox and resting it atop her ass Jiro lead her dance troop out of their ruined dorm room and down to the streets were they'd be free to spread their love of music to anyone close enough to hear the funk music and the sound of their jiggling asses.

#muse: mina #muse: jiro #muse: momo #muse: toga #muse: ochako #anon ask #slob

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megatronswaifu · 4 years

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i was thinking about the idea of g1 nightlight, when she joins the cons, being made into a cassetticon for soundwave

#tf oc #g1 #g1 nightlight #nightlight #g1 ravage #g1 soundwave #g1 rumble #g1 frenzy #ravage #soundwave #rumble #frenzy #maccadam #sunnyd #she's probably not too happy about the change #she liked her old alt mode #but soundwave's a good mom she's fine #frenzy and rumble are also good brothers

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flannel-cladpika · 3 years

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Avengers x Teen reader

The reader is a brilliant engineer, that makes (grade A+) battle armor & weapons. The Vulture and the reader works together by selling these illegal armor & weapons. (The Vulture even gives the reader profit because the reader lives alone) The reader learns at school (The R is the quiet/loner kid) about Vulture getting arrested and they soon decide to leave New York and disappear. They grab all their money and leave to Tennessee to start a new life. The ending could be the reader starting a new life

Sorry for the delay! Here it is!

Avengers x GN! Teen Reader

You weren’t always like this.

You had a family once. Loving parents, 2 siblings that were annoying but still kind and sweet. A nice house on the outskirts of New York City. You had the perfect life.

Until the world started ending due to an psychotic AI wanting control of the world.

You’d been out getting groceries while your parents were taking your siblings into the city to pick up some take out for dinner and maybe get something from the Cheesecake Factory.

You’d gotten home earlier than them, which was to be expected.

That’s when you saw the news.

There was an invasion of robots descending on the city. You heard screams in the background of the newscaster. You hurriedly picked up your phone and called your parents. It took three rings until one of them finally answered.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright?” you heard from the other line.

“Yeah, I’m fine, but where are you guys?! Tell me you’re headed home, ple-”

“Sweetie, I’m sorry...I love you...We all love you...No, no, no! God, no! PLEASE!! N-” and with that, the line went dead.

Later, when bodies were being identified, you found out that your family wasn’t among the survivors. That was the day you lost everything.

Timeskip~ 2 years later

You’d thrown yourself into your passion of engineering and tinkering, and worked like your life depended on it. You’d managed to make a name for yourself on the dark web and black market for being a fantastic engineer of unusual illegal weapons, like gloves that could shoot focused high-intensity soundwaves, causing an opponent’s ears to be in extreme pain and bleed, even causing horrible hearing loss.

You’d managed to make enough money from work to put yourself through school and even get yourself an apartment, though it wasn’t exactly the nicest place. But hey, you just needed a place to crash, keep all your equipment, and hide your money. A shady, rundown place was perfect.

Through your work, you’d met some people. One of those being Adrian Toomes, aka, “The Vulture”. The guy had found out about you through a client of yours, and had apparently liked your products. He’d called you up on one of your phones (you had several cells, to as to not be tracked), and asked for your help on a project of his. You’d heard of him, and knew he was a reliable guy in the underworld, so you agreed to meet him and see what you could do. Afterall, this guy had connections, which were invaluable in this business.

Turned out, the two of you worked really well together. He didn’t look down on you because of your age or treat you like a little kid. At the same time, he gave you space to work and listened to you. After a few more collaborations, you asked to move your tools into his warehouse, as your apartment wasn’t such a good workspace. He smiled and agreed.

Adrian, or as you liked to call him “Vultch” was good to you. He would happen to bring extra food in his meals and offer you some. He’d even gotten you a new power drill for Christmas. He knew you were an orphan, and knew you lived on your own, but never pushed for details, which you were grateful for. He was like a father-figure, or at least a caring uncle.

When you met his daughter at school, you actually didn’t know who she was at first. Their last name was the same, but you figured that was probably just a coincidence. As a quiet kid who liked books and formulas more than most people, you didn’t really pay the popular pretty girl much mind.

That was, until you both were grouped together for a partner project. She offered to drive you over to her house after school, which you quietly agreed to.

You two started talking on the way there, and you realized that Liz was actually incredibly intelligent and not at all like the stereotypical popular kid. By the time you reached the Toomes residence, you guys were making horrible math puns.

“Well, we’re here! My mom and dad should be home, but don’t let them scare you. They’re overly affectionate and embarrassing, like every other parent. Come on!”

Liz opened the front door, her mother coming down the stairs with laundry immediately greeting you both.

“Lizzie! You’re home! And who is this sweetie?” The woman asked her daughter.

“Mom! This is (Y/n). They’re my partner for a class project.”

You slowly raised your hand for a shake. “Hello, Mrs. Toomes. It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiled and shook your hand. “Nice to meet you too, sweetie.”

Suddenly, a voice came from the kitchen. A very familiar voice...

“Honey? Is that Lizzie?”

Your eyes widened when you saw Liz’s dad come out from the kitchen, bowl of chips in hand.

When the Vulture’s eyes landed on you, he looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment, before shaking it off.

You knew better than to say anything about what you did for a living, and knew that other people in the business had lives outside of arms deals and engineering illegal weapons. You just never thought that Adrian would be Liz’s dad.

You shook your head lightly and stuck out your hand. “Hello Mr. Toomes. I’m (Y/n). Liz and I were partnered for a school project, so I hope you don’t mind my staying here to work on it.”

Adrian lightly smiled and shook your hand firmly. “Good to meet you (Y/n). As long as you two don’t cause any explosions or fires, your welcome to come on in.”

That was the start of an odd but fun relationship with the Toomes family.

Timeskip~

God, you hated superheroes. One minute, you were working with Vultch’s team on a new upgrade to the suit, and the next, you’re hearing of his arrest and trial. You went to the trial to say goodbye to him, holding back the tears. He gave you a warning to run. You promised you would soon.

At school, you hugged Liz goodbye, heartbroken, as she was like a sister to you.

You saw your friend Peter talking to her as she left. You wondered what he said to make her look even sadder.

You packed up what few belongings you had. Adrian had asked you to blow up the warehouse, so that your fingerprints wouldn’t be found. You did as asked via remote from 1/2 mile away.

You took out all the money that you kept underneath a loose floorboard and stuffed it in a backpack, covering the cash with your clothes and personal items.

You bought a ticket for a train heading out of the city, and from there, a bus that was headed towards Florida. You planned to get off in Tennessee so that no one who follow you.

That night, as you waited for the train to come, you heard your name being called. You looked around, the station nearly devoid of other people except one guy with air-pods in and a lady on a phone call

“(Y/n)! (Y/N)! WAIT!”

You then turned around, seeing Peter running towards you. What the Hell was he doing here?

“Peter, what ar-”

“I know.”

You froze. What?

“What do you mean? What are you talking about Pete?”

“I know you worked with Toomes on creating illegal weapons. I know that you knew who he was.”

You tried acting dumb. “What? Peter, you know me. I w-”

He stared at you with a serious expression that you’d never seen on him.

“You’re right. I do know you. I know you’re a genius with mechanical and electrical engineering. I know you live alone in an apartment that you pay for, which no highschooler could make enough to do, especially if they went to our school, which has a high tuition. You’ve also never talked about your job. I’m not an idiot (Y/n). You have 2 choices, either turn yourself in, or come with me and we can see about putting your skills towards helping others.”

You sighed as you walked towards your friend. “That’s the thing about you Peter. You’ve never been an idiot. I liked that about you. If only you had been just a little less observant.” You said as you heard the train coming

You hugged Peter, making sure you were out of sight from any cameras. He was about to return the gesture, when you stuck a needle into his arm.

“Wai-”

You whispered, “I’m truly sorry Petey, but I don’t think either of those options is for me. This stuff will wear off in about an hour. I’ll call Ned to come pick you up. I really am sorry, Peter. Goodbye. Maybe someday, we’ll see each other again.”

With that, you slung Peter’s arm over your shoulder, making it look like you were helping a drunk friend. You placed him on a bench before calling Ned, saying Peter passed out from a fight and was at the train station.

You boarded the train with your backpack and sighed as the train slowly started moving. You looked behind you at Peter’s slumping body on the bench and at the New York City skyline.

Man were you going to miss this place.

Maybe one day, when it was safe again, you’d be able to come back...

THE END

A/N: Hey! If you made it this far, THANK YOU for reading!

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purelyfiction · 3 years

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Title: The Return of A Royal

Summary: After finding a bounty hunter in the midst of Mon Calamari, Cara, Din and Grogu jet off with the new accomplice to complete a favor, in exchange for information about a Jedi.

Word Count: 2,263

TW: Sexual Tension but that’s about it. Canon violence and weaponry

Chapter 2: A Rough Start

Exiting the cantina with another body tagging along felt strangely familiar. Many times the Mandalorian would find fellow hunters to split payment on a job and easily bring the bounty in with no issues. So, with Cara and the new face, it would be a little crowded on the Crest but they would manage. Din not being one for small talk, lead the four of them back to the ship, leaving Cara and the other woman to speak. "You got a name? Or are we just not gonna go there?" Cara asks rather bluntly, Din's head dipping slightly to hear the woman's reply.

"I go by Eliaden. You can call me Elia if you want." She offers in response. Din finds her phrasing odd, but doesn't judge. It was possible that this wasn't her primary language and she did her best to translate as rapidly as she could.

"Cara Dune. And of course you're familiar with The Mandalorian." The larger woman speaks as the group enter the ship.

"Razor Crest. Nice. You get her second hand?" Elia pipes up as Din shuts the back hatch, only after settling Grogu in his small hammock for a nap.

"Yes. Sturdy piece of machinery." He doesn't give much to her and Elia makes a face. The New Republic employee sees her reaction and gives her arm a tap.

"Don't let him bother you, he's not a chatterbot. I think in my acquaintance with him he's not said more than one hundred words." The three of them each take their turn climbing to the cockpit and settling in. Elia seemingly takes in the controls of the ship, a small smile on her face. Cara watches her uneasily, tilting her head. "You're into this kind of thing aren't you?"

Elia shrugs, watching as Din made haste with the buttons and levers easily. "I had a lot of time on my hands growing up, I spent a lot of time reading. I studied a lot about ships, machinery, general repairs, the likes. I mainly do a large portion of my own repairs on my ship. It's just some rusty freighter I got from some guy who cleary was picking up parts from Jawas. I call 'er Gypsy." She speaks pretty rapidly before Din cuts in.

"I need a location." Elia looks to him, rather quiet, emotion falling from her face. She stands and reaches over the silver that reflected off of the Mandalorian, quickly putting in coordinates before sitting back down. "Off you go." Her response is curt and she stays quiet from there on out.

The journey to their next destination was rather stiff, no soundwaves moving between anyone. Cara had gone down to the cargo bay to clean and condition Din's collection of weapons, while Elia stayed put. She simply sat looking at nowhere important, before Din started the ship into its landing sequence. He's turning to leave to check on the Child, noticing her far off gaze. He sighs and she seems to look to him when he does so. "I didn't mean to be harsh. Earlier."

"Well it wasn't exactly a meadow of sunshine and flowers, Mando." She snarls before looking to a screen flashing behind him. The helmeted man's head rolls, almost as if he was trying to crack his neck.

"Cara was right I don't speak much. So -"

"Mando, you -"

A breath of annoyance leaves him before he speaks again. "No, don't start. You need to learn that I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to get the kid -"

"Waadar Ke'sush'! The screen!" The brunette shoots up, pushing past him to settle in the ship's captain chair, kicking into action as the ship's warnings begin to take hold, ringing through the cabin and the cargo bay. Cara's head pokes up from the lower level as the ship begins to shake.

"What the hell did you do?" As the ship rattles towards the atmosphere of the planet they were arriving to Elia is quick to level the ship as the landing sequence fails, the other passengers grabbing onto whatever they possibly could. In a flash, the Razor Crest finds its way from the midst of space to the docking port of the planet. It's no gentle ride, but Elia manages to keep the contraption from turning to rubble. Once they're stopped, she looks to the Mandalorian on the floor.

"Gar cuyir very olarom." With that, Elia was making her way to the cargo bay, leaving Din in a pile of surprise.

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Elia paid for the port fee and started leading her companions to their destination. As they walk, Din slowly strolls behind her as they maneuver through a crowded marketplace. "Where did you learn Mando'a." It's firm, no inflection in any portion of his words.

"Self taught. Remember the studying I mentioned?" She's quick and Cara gives him a glance, waiting til she's out of earshot to grab Din by the arm, making him look to her.

"What did you do." Her head tilts to look at him, like a disgruntled mother almost. Din turns his head away and mutters.

"I just tried to talk to her. Then the landing protocol failed. I didn't do anything." He pulls his arm away, hearing Grogu from his side making plenty of noises. When he looks back to Elia, she's standing with a grin on her face looking the tallest of them.

"You're falling behind, you two."

The woman leads them to what looks to be a residential building and she's quick to wrap her knuckles on the door. When no response comes from it, Din reaches over her and knocks on the door firmer and much louder. When it finally opens, a scraggly man dressed very minimally comes to the door, goggles on his forehead, toothpick between sharp teeth. He has a smirk when he registers Elia's features.

"Em. What a surprise." Cara's chin rises when he speaks.

"Em?" Elia's voice burns in the air and Cara suddenly knows what this is about. "Try again, greaseball." She gives a slight nod, taking a step back where Din finds himself pushing past the man into the residence. "You owe me. Big time." She stands with her arms crossed in the foyer of the room, Cara on her left, Din on his right.

"The only thing owed here, is an apology from you." The other speaks and the shorter woman groans.

"Gander, I don't have all day. You know what you owe me. If you just give me the payment, we'll leave. Otherwise, this is gonna end differently." Din can see the male give her a scowl before moving to a box on a table across the room. He unlocks it before pulling the blocks from the container with ease before slowly approaching her and handing them over. The Mandalorian can see the emblem clear as day in her hands, a small smile on her face. "Good choice. Have a nice life." She gives a squint before heading out the door, Cara looking to Din in confusion before the two follow her out. The owner of the residence gets to the door, cursing something in a different language, a clear curse, before a very clear word is pronounced.

Mari.

"Elia." Cara calls out to her through the market as she slinks her way through the crowd. She's moving quickly - far too quickly. Din can see what's happening and pulls the satchel from his side, offering it to Cara before he's quick on his feet. Elia turns behind her and sees the body of metal moving towards her and rapidly tucks the metal chunks in her pockets before starting at a running pace. The two begin in a race through the market, displays occasionally being knocked over and yelling insinuating at the actions. Elia slips into an alleyway, starting to navigate the maze like neighborhoods. Din was one step ahead of her, using the scanner in the helmet on his head to follow her footsteps.

Elia had thought she was clear, sat behind a wall, catching her breath. Din rounds the corner, an attempt to grab at her arm, circumnavigated by a block from Elia. The two begin in a hand in hand combat, each throwing their best efforts in. A kick, a duck, a dodge under legs, ending in Din grabbing the woman by the waist and pinning her to the wall she'd been hiding against. Both of them panting, it was then they realized how close together they were. Din finally gets a word out, spoken between sharp breaths.

"Who's Mari." He snaps and Elia's back straightens. Her cheek is against the building and she can feel the material scratching at soft skin.

"I don't know, his ex?" She scoffs before Din moves one of her arms behind her back, pressing a little harder into her, metal forearm armor most definitely leaving bruises.

"I'm not playing games. You either tell me and we can figure this out or I can drag you in bindings back to the ship and introduce you to the carbonite sheet with your name on it. Your choice." He watches as the two of them sit in the empty alleyway, the light of day beginning to fall, leaving a slight glow of orange over everything.

"Fine. Let me go first." She grumbles, Mando letting out a slight chuckle.

"Try again, sweet girl." Elia can feel her skin tingle at the words, eyes widening a little. She stays quiet for a few moments causing Din to grow impatient. He lets his hips press to her, securing her to wall further as he takes a hold of both arms, holding them above her head. He leans in a little, breath heavy.

"If you want to test me, you're welcome to. But I guarantee you'll regret it." It's lower than normal, husky and dark almost. Elia has to take a labored breath, her lungs feeling tight since most of her was encased between a sheet of beskar and a hardened wall.

"She's my sister." The young woman's voice is almost a rasp now as Din pulls himself away from her, hand over his blaster - just in case she gets an idea of running again.

"Explain. Now." Its a command and now, Elia isn't risking pushing him any further.

"He sent that to every bounty hunter in the Guild." She begins, referring to the hologram message Din had received. "I know because I got one. He's been looking for her for years. He had my mom and I evacuated before they closed in. He claimed he couldn't lose us too. As for why Gander called me that? He's her ex. She left quite a bit of things at his house. I knew he had the material, and I knew that if I got it, I'd be able to get a hefty amount of credits for it. He's just a junkie, he's not a bounty hunter. " She confesses before reaching into the pocket of her clothing, pulling out the four bars of beskar and handing them to him.

"I'm not taking those." He scoffs, shaking his head as he takes a step back. "If you lied about the bounty hunter, do you know where that Jedi is?" Din is doubtful, as the woman in front of him as certainly lost most of his trust now.

"That, I didn't lie about. I know she's been planet hopping. She's been trying to find the kid." Elia looks to him with a softened face. "Listen, I know you have no reason to trust me on this, but I promise. I can help you get to her. I know her last coordinates." Din shakes his head turning away and starting down the alleyway again, Elia finding herself confused. She starts to follow him, needing to take larger steps as he practically gallops away. "Where are you going?"

"To my ship. You're a joke." He scoffs, still walking towards the market in the direction they had previously ran through. Elia slowly stops walking, watching as he continues walking further from her.

"His name is Grogu." She speaks. The Mandalorian stops. He'd not once said his name in front of the bounty hunter, neither had Cara. And only four of them knew his name. Well it seemed as though, five did. He turns on his heels, jaw clenched. He's beyond frustrated. The whole day had been wasted because of this deviation and now Elia was milling it.

"How do you know that." Din pushes his tongue to the root of his mouth as he waits for a response, looking at the woman. He can see the scrape on her cheek from the plaster from earlier. He'd not thought he'd been pressing that hard - guess not.

"She told me. The Jedi. I may have spoken to her before she left Mon Cala. She told me that she was looking for him and that she was struggling to locate him." Elia takes a closer step to the Mandalorian and looks at him with a calm gaze. "He told her he was safe. That he was protected and that she would find him when she needed to." She laughs a little shaking her head. "But I don't blame you if you don't believe me." Din wants to punch something right about now. This woman had been so innocent at the cantina. A simple favor was all she asked. Now here she was, going on about conversations with the Jedi he'd been searching for. With hesitation he gives a wave.

"Get your ass back to the ship."

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platypanthewriter · 4 years

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Strangest 3

Head trauma leading to mature discussions of personhood

“Hey. You comin’ tonight?” Billy leaned next to Steve’s locker, dripping from the shower, his towel in his hand.

“Where?” Steve frowned over, then turned away to breathe in the stale smell of gym clothes, closing his eyes as the flourescent lights shone on Billy’s shoulders, abs, and smirk.

“Carol’s.” He leaned in, warm breath heating Steve’s ear, and his voice dropped to barely audible. “Beat me at darts and I’ll blow you in the laundry room.”

“What?” Steve felt a grin forming, wondering whether Carol thought Billy was coming alone, and whether Tommy knew, but shook it off. “Why the hell’d you tell me your dad murdered your mom, Hargrove,” he hissed back. “Hopper’s pissed. He wasted his whole weekend tracking her down.”

Billy took a slow breath, his whole body pulling back and tensing like he’d iced over. Steve kept towelling his hair, jerking his head away as Billy slammed both lockers with a punch that left a smear of blood across the vents. The coach’s voice shouted over, but Billy was already stalking out into the hall. Half the basketball team ran after him. Their laughter at his wet naked ass failed to alert poor Mrs. Durand coming around a corner--she yelped, holding a pile of folders in front of her face. Billy knocked them aside to scream into her eyes, and shoved her into the wall.

“That dude’s hilarious,” Tommy beamed, and Steve stalked back in to ask the coach to see about Mrs. Durand.

A sharp knuckle in the back awoke Steve from blue-lit tunnels to the soft scratching of chalk at the front of the class.

“You aren’t breathing,” Nancy whispered. “Steve.”

He clapped his sweatshirt sleeve over his mouth in case of croaking noises, and focused on the page numbers copied out on the chalkboard. They blurred, and Nancy smacked the back of his head.

“Steve,” she hissed, just as the bell rung, startling his lungs into action.

“I’m breathing now,” he smiled, ducking his head to sort out his bag, and she grabbed his shoulder.

“Library. Now.”

He considered, then nodded. Nancy having a whole litter of kittens over his inattention in class sounded nearly as jarring against the Upside Down as breathing against Billy Hargrove’s jacket.

She drug him by the elbow anyway, stopping by the drinking fountain. “Do you need some water?”

“Nah,” he rubbed his face, finding that imagining himself as a fainting, corseted heroine didn’t have much entertainment value. Maybe if he told Billy later.

Her eyes narrowed, and she drug him on through the library doors, shoving him at a table. “What’s going on,” she whispered. “You were better. Mike keeps answering calls and then asking whether you showed up to class, and then whether you stayed through class, and then whether I saw you after class, but I thought you looked better!”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes, wondering whether Dustin, Will, or Max were checking up on him. He dropped his bag on the table, dropping into a chair. “No, I am--I’ve been sleeping better.” She brought the full weight of extremely concerned eyebrows to bear, and he quailed. “Last night was--long, I mean, I don’t know, what do you want me to say, Nancy?”

“You weren’t asleep, just now,” her nose wrinkled in concentration, and his stressed brain informed him she was still unfairly attractive. “What’s going on, Steve?”

“That doesn’t happen as much, I’m really fine--”

“I know I haven’t really been around--”

“Oh, no, okay, Nance. There were monsters, this isn’t about--us. My house is way out there and it’s quiet and dark and lonely, and the snow looks like--” He frowned at a window. Like the floaters in the air in the tunnels.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I wish the wind would kick up,” she inspected a hangnail, “--I’ve been using my curtains, even during the day, it’s silly.”

He snorted, jerking the zipper on his bag back and forth. “Anyway, the little turds keep coming out to keep me company ‘cause they think they’re gonna find me dead on the floor because--”

She waited, raising her eyebrows, and he dropped his forehead to the table and groaned loudly enough for the librarian to smack a book loudly on her desk and clear her throat. “Steve.”

“I can’t believe they haven’t told you,” he muttered.

“Steve,” she said again, and the cool table started to feel good against his hot face. “What didn’t they tell me. I can get it out of Mike.”

“I like girls,” he informed her anxiously. “I do, it’s not--that, I mean, I’d still date you, it wasn’t you--”

Nancy jerked her head back, face squidged. “Ew, Steve, whatever this is, why does my little brother know about it? Gross.”

That was enough to get his head off the table. “Nasty, Nance,” he echoed her grimace. “Not like that.”

“You aren’t making any sense,” she raised her eyebrows.

He took a deep breath, glad to see horrifying confessions were enough of a distraction for his lungs to engage. “I’m, uh. I’m kinda, y’know...seeing Billy Hargrove.”

She snorted. “Psyche! Seriously, Steve.”

He clenched his teeth, glancing around, then whispered, “I am kissing Billy Hargrove. Look,” he leaned in, running his fingers along his jaw. “Stubble burn.”

“Oh my god,” she stared at him.

“I know." He let his head fall back, sliding down in his seat.

“Steve. Oh my god.”

After a long silence, he lifted his head to look at her, pulling his bag closer as a barrier between them.

She’d gone a little unfocused, her expression fixed. “No wonder they’re--wait, no, that can’t be what Mike knows. He--what happened, Steve. Oh my god.”

He whined into the side of his bag. “They left him in the trunk of my car! I took him back to my house, he just...he comes around now. Like when you feed raccoons.” He looked up to see her shaking her head, smile stiff.

“That’s pretty accurate, Steve, what if you don’t feed him one day and he eats you?” She leaned in, face serious, as though the biggest danger with Billy was a shortage of Violent Stranger Kibble.

“I don’t think--” He paused as she reached over and took his hand.

“Grace Olive Wiley was one of the most famous venomous snake handlers of all time,” she began, and he blinked. “She claimed they were harmless if you trained them the right way, but she was bitten while posing with one for a picture. It took her thirty seconds to pry it off her finger. Steve.”

“He’s not venomous,” he resisted the urge to pull her hand closer, “--I mean, like...I know he’s terrible, but he hasn’t…” He let his face fall against his bag again. “Did Mike tell you anything about Billy’s dad? Max’ stepdad?”

“No?” She pulled her hand back, leaning in, eager as ever for new information, and he grinned at the familiarity.

“Max says--” he stopped, biting his lips while he considered, “--he beats the shit out of him. Like, all the time. I think he broke a bottle or something over his head? He showed up covered in broken glass and cooking sherry.” She blinked slowly. “And I know cooking sherry, because--you know Tammy Ives, she was my first kiss, we’d been drinking cooking sherry.”

Nancy appeared to be biting back an explosion of laughter.

“Billy doesn’t drink cooking sherry, it’s salty, and anyway, he smelled more like--”

“I believe you, Sherlock,” she said around her fingers, her shoulders shaking with giggles. “I have never drunk cooking sherry, you’re the expert witness--but Steve, you can’t just--he beat the shit out of you, you can’t just--”

“I knoooow,” he moaned into his bag. “He’s convinced I got Barb pregnant, killed her with a nailbat, and...buried her in the woods? I think?”

Her mouth hung open.

“I know! But he knows I’m lying about what I used the nailbat for--”

“He’s seen your bloody nailbat?” she asked weakly. “Why…” Steve waited, but she just shook her head, leaning her face in her hands.

“It’s a colossal mess,” he sighed. “I think he thinks I’m scarier than he is?”

She gripped her notebook. “And that’s...impressive?”

“He thinks Hopper helped me cover it up,” he rubbed his face. “I don’t know what to tell him, the truth is--”

“Out,” she agreed. “Truth is out. Why does he…” She scrunched her nose up at him, and he shrugged, waiting. “If he thinks you’re a murderer, why does he want to--” it was her turn to glance around, whispering, “Why does he want to kiss you?!”

“I don’t know,” he whispered back. “Why do I want to kiss him?”

She pressed her hands together under her chin, pursing her lips as though there was an answer in her mental card catalog that would make everything make sense.

“I think we’re both like...half gay, Nancy,” he whispered, holding his hands around his mouth to keep the soundwaves from informing half the library.

“But he’s terrible,” she whispered back. “Have you ever wanted to kiss Jonathan?”

“No,” he shook his head, wide-eyed. “No, I swear, Nancy, I absolutely do not wanna kiss your boyfriend--”

“I’m not worried about it,” she rolled her eyes. “Jonathan’s not like that--” she frowned at him. “It’s bisexual, by the way, not--not half gay.”

“It is?” he asked, voice thready. “People are...that?”

She reached over and squeezed his hand. “I’m trying to figure out what Mike knows now, because if he knew you were kissing Billy Hargrove I don’t think he’d be worried.”

He opened his mouth, but she held up a hand.

“Actually I’m wondering, now, are you bisexual? Have you ever been attracted to another man? Because it’s Billy, Steve. Hargrove. What you might be is crazy.”

“That’s probably true too,” he hugged his bag to his chest, “--he--he helps, though. He’s just--I can’t think about--things--when Billy’s there stinking like--like cigarettes and cooking sherry.”

“Buy a dog,” she suggested, raising her eyebrows. “Come over. Y’know what, I’ve been stealing my mom’s horrible vanilla candles, my room smells like the bathroom in a furniture store, it's very...distracting.”

“Those were rank, where does she even--”

“You could ask somebody normal out. You’re still popular.”

“I can’t date anybody that knows, though,” he stared back, and she swallowed, lowering her eyes, “...and anybody else is gonna ask about the…” Nancy waited, and he cleared his throat. “I’m weird now, I barely sleep, I do weird things with--marshmallows--”

“Mike mentioned the marshmallows.” Her mouth quirked. “I...guess that might have been something we thought was weird? I don’t know what weird looks like to everyone else anymore.”

“Probably includes kissing Billy Hargrove,” he snorted into the bag, catching her giggles.

“You could kiss Tommy,” she stuck her tongue out, nose wrinkled, “--I mean, bleah, but think about it, he might try to beat you up but he wouldn’t win.”

“Tommy,” he echoed back, wrinkling his nose.

“He’s awful,” she leaned in convincingly, “--and safer.”

“...I could just watch The Outsiders a few hundred more times,” he muttered into his bag, and she frowned.

“...Dallas Winston, isn’t it. The scary one.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, feeling his neck start to flush. “Shut up. I saw you looking at Rob Lowe’s jawline too--”

“Jawlines,” she whispered. “He does have a nice jawline, doesn’t he. It’s just that Billy Hargrove is attached to the jaw. What does Mike know, though? He didn’t catch you two necking.”

“No!” Steve shuddered. “Just, uh. Billy keeps just...coming over? And then the Goonies showed up--” she blinked, then waved him on, “--and he was there all night? For their sleepover.”

“Oh my god.” She held her hands over her mouth. “What’d you do?”

“I told him to go upstairs, and they watched Lord of the Rings--”

“Eugh.” She stuck her tongue out. “I was so relieved Lucas got sick of the singing goblins.”

“Will might know,” he whispered back. “I drug Billy back inside by the hand--” one eyebrow raised at him, and he glared back at it, “--and Dustin and Mike were just doing that thing little cats and birds do, y’know, trying to scare Billy--” he leaned his head in his arms.

She blinked. “...puffing up? They were doing a threat display? I can see it,” she cocked her head, grinning, “--did Mike have his arms folded?”

“I don’t know, just Will was staring at our hands, the others didn’t notice.”

“Do you want him to keep it a secret? I can try to talk to him.” She wrinkled her nose thoughtfully, and Steve sighed over her freckles, feeling another flutter of relief that his sexuality wouldn’t be entirely Billy-Hargrove-directed in future.

“...I mean.” He bit his lips, the urge to protect his band of goblins throwing his brain back to barricading a bus. His breath shuddered, and he rubbed his face. “If I was dating Jonathan--” they both screwed up their faces, “--and I don’t want to, but if I was, then...I’d probably have to tell them. But if Dustin gets in Billy’s face about kissing me, Billy might,” he paused, tongue caught in a whorl of possibilities. “Grab him. Walk in front of a Mack truck. Jesus, I don’t know.”

“Steve,” she reached over for his hands again. “You don't need him around. Come over after school. I’ll give you some candles. You’re going to get hurt.”

He snorted. “It’s, I mean, it’s not…”

“Steve,” she repeated, eyes narrowing. “He could have killed you.”

“I know, I know.” He let his head drop onto his backpack.

“I don’t want to have to shoot him.” She squeezed his hands, and Steve started giggling again.

“Shit, Nancy,” he grinned up, “--what happened to our lives.”

The candles were, as advertised, rank, and Nancy smuggled them to him through the bathroom window as he shielded his face below. “She keeps accusing Dustin of taking them because she knows I hate ‘em,” she stage-whispered down.

“You should spray some of her perfume on him, next time,” Steve whisper-shouted back, and she buried her cackles in her forearm, before leaning out to throw him the bag. When he got home, he realized he didn’t have anything to burn them in that he wasn’t kinda afraid would crack, or catch on fire.

With the promise of singing mice unfulfilled--Rescuers and Secret of NIMH had played through without him reaching more than a light doze, and even his secret weapon, a copy of Cinderella from the mail-in video club, had had no lasting effect--Steve took a hot shower. Heat sometimes worked, though by the time he was drowsy the hot water heater was choking out its last burst of relaxation. The chill startled him into opening his eyes, rubbing his face, and scooting to turn off the water before yawning into a slump against the still-warm tiles. Just as his eyes started to drift closed again, he blinked alert to a crash outside--glass, it sounded like, against the house.

He went alert like an herbivore, body still, ears straining, before catching a tuneless yell. “Billy,” he groaned, rubbing his face again. “I was almost asleep, Billy Hargrove.” At the sound of a second crash, he flapped a hand out along the wall and yanked a towel down on his head. The air of his bedroom was frigid compared to the bathroom steam, and he stopped, shaking his head, then looped the towel up with his elbow and scrubbed it at his hair. He sighed. He could hear the beat of a car radio, and muffled shouting. The window was reluctant to open, but Steve was vaguely glad he hadn’t hurried to the front door, because Billy Hargrove had a six-pack labeled ‘Bud Lite’ on his hood, and he was hucking beer bottles at the door. “Billy!” he yelled.

Billy staggered against his car, fumbling with what looked like a rag in the top of the bottle. It flamed up.

“Fucking Christ,” Steve groaned, letting his head drop against the sill. “Hargrove!”

Billy swung to look around in a circle, dropped the flaming beer bottle (it went out), fell against his own car, and slid down to sit against the tire, wiping his nose against his wrist. “Fuck you, Harrington,” he yelled, fumbling to pick up the bottle. “Fuck you! King! King...Harrington!” It’d rolled against his foot well within reach, but using the fingers provided at the end of his arms seemed to be presenting a challenge.

“It’s two o’clock in the morning,” Steve shouted, then shut the window, shivering. He huddled himself in the towel. Another bottle crashed against the side of the house as he stumbled over the office chair on the way to the stairs, and Billy yelled some more, and then Steve opened the door. He slammed it shut again against another flying bottle.

He began composing an explanation to Nancy in his head. It was sleep deprivation. When I see him, my body knows if there were predators around he’d have been eaten, I think.

The doorknob rattled. “Lemme in, Harrington!” Another impact shook the door as the phone started ringing. Steve’s hair dripped freezing cold water into his ear, so he began drying it, wandering over toward the phone.

“Heard a call over the radio about your place,” Hopper’s voice sounded too awake for the hour. Steve stepped around the corner, yanking the cord so it whipped into the front room, in hopes Hopper wouldn’t be able to hear the yelling at the door.

“Sorry?” Steve tried. “Everything’s fine.” Everything was, was the thing, the adrenaline had cleared his head, his lungs were working like a well-tended racecar, and Billy was unlikely to set anything on fire with a Molotov cocktail made of Bud Lite.

“Your neighbour Ms. Williams saw flames,” Hopper waited, and Steve grimaced.

“I’ll have to apologize for waking her up.”

“Heard crashing, too.��

Handily the door was thick. Steve cupped his hand around the phone and his mouth, trying to keep the handset from picking up Billy’s screams. “Everything’s fine here, but if it’s going to get quieter, I really need to go,” he tried, gritting his teeth as it went briefly quiet outside, before there was another crash.

“Kid,” Hopper sighed. “They’re sending a car by.”

“Shit,” Steve said into the handset, hung up, stared at it in horror, and ran to the door. Maybe Dustin could relay apologies through Eleven. He yanked it open. “Billy, for chrissake--”

Billy squinted at him.

“Beer doesn’t burn, asshole,” Steve told him. “Though since you haven’t figured that out, maybe I shouldn’t tell you, you might try again. What the hell are you doing?!”

“Naked,” Billy snorted. The bottle he’d dropped rolled against his foot, and he very slowly lifted his foot to let it roll under his car. “You...you’re.”

“Yeah, man, you didn’t exactly call ahead.”

Billy tried to push up off the car and stand, staggered, and caught himself against the side mirror. “I stole Carol’s tequila,” he stage-whispered, snickering, and Steve groaned as he tucked the towel around his waist.

“I’m glad you didn’t set that on fire. Somebody called the sheriff, you moron, are you here to…fight me?”

“No,” Billy shook his head, and grabbed at the door of his car as his knees bent. “No. Jus’ hate you. Fuckhead. Harrington. You--you got that bat behind the door. Bastard.”

“I don’t, but--” Steve watched Billy trying to get the lighter back into his jacket. “How’d you make it here alive.” Steve started to step outside, and Billy held up a hand.

“Glass,” Billy walked around his car with a steadying hand on the hood to reach in and turn off the engine. “...’s broken. Glass.”

“Yeah, gee, Billy,” Steve yawned, leaning in the doorway. “How’d that get there. It sure is a mystery. If you try and drive you’re gonna kill somebody.”

“Yeah,” Billy laughed, letting himself fall against the hood. “I never wear a seatbelt. Want me gone?” He grinned over, slowly leaning back so his jacket fell open. “Kiss me an’ tell me to go off the road, Herring. Harrington.” He started giggling. “Just hold my head--back--and tip the tequila in, you. You fuck.”

“Billy,” Steve hissed. “The police are coming, get in here.”

“...glass everywhere.” Billy wove his way over, stopping to rub his face and stare at the step up to Steve’s door. “King Harrington.”

“Get in here,” Steve waited, letting his head fall sideways to press against the edge of the door. He let go as Billy reached the door, scrabbled at it, and it swung shut. Steve yanked it open again just as Billy fell against it, half-catching him as his head slammed into the knob. “...jesus, Billy, you alive?”

“Shit,” Billy curled in on himself, and Steve hauled him inside by his denim collar. “Fuck, jesus, Harrington--”

“There were headlights--somebody called the police,” Steve said, batting Billy’s hands away, trying to see whether the blow had drawn blood. “I just--just needed to get you inside--”

“That for throwing bottles?” Billy kept grabbing at Steve’s hands, trying to stop him from checking the point of impact with the doorknob. “It’s fine, I’m sorry, Harrington, shit--” he held his arms up between them, trembling. “I get it, you fucking asshole, you fucking--”

“You fell into the door, dipshit,” Steve yelled back.

Billy started giggling into the floor. “Barefoot,” he whispered. “Barefoot King Harrington.”

“I tried to catch your drunk ass!” Steve shoved him further across the floor into the kitchen, and Billy slapped his hands on the floor to brake. “I didn’t slam your head into the knob, Hargrove.” He let himself slide to the floor next to the denim menace, face against the linoleum. Billy’s breath smelled like tequila.

“Soooo sorry I threw bottles at your pretty house,” Billy whispered back, lowering his arms to wipe blood away from his right eye. “Where’s the bat, you asshole. Shithead.”

“Why the hell were you throwing bottles at my house, dipshit?” Steve reached over to thumb another trickle of blood off Billy’s cheek.

Billy flinched back and grabbed his hand, twining their fingers. “...Tommy showed up.”

Steve rolled to his back, sniggering, staring at the ceiling. “So was it a party, or like a mutual belt-notching--”

“’Gives a shit. Come on, Harrington.” Billy kissed Steve’s captive hand. His lips were warm and soft, and Steve groaned, rubbing his face with the hand Billy wasn’t imitating fellatio on. His tongue was incredibly distracting, supple and hot and wet, and Steve could feel his dick starting to prop up his towel.

“Hargrove.” Steve rolled to face him again, partially to hide his tent. “C’mon. What’s going on?”

“You suck,” Billy grinned back, dissolving into giggles again. “I could suck.”

“Are you high,” Steve sighed. “Don’t answer that. Come on, budd-uh, Billy.”

“Yeah,” Billy let himself get hauled to his feet, stumbling toward the couch.

Steve pulled Billy’s hand from where it’d slid up his thigh under the towel. “Come on, you’re bleeding. Lie down.” Billy tried to pull him down, patting clumsily at Steve’s naked chest and shoulders. “No, come on, just lie back, I’ll be right back--”

When Steve ran off upstairs to grab the first aid kit, Billy yelled more slurred insults and apologies after him, and Steve pressed his face into his pillow for a long second and whined. He glared down at his crotch. Think less about his tongue and more about the blood running down his face, he thought at his dick, then sighed. “Also remember he just tried to set my house on fire with beer and lost a fight with my doorknob.” His dick was mildly discouraged by these truths. Before running back downstairs--Billy had started singing his name as the lyrics to ‘My Sharona’, so it didn’t seem urgent-- he kicked his wet towel off. After a moment of thought, he grabbed a second sweatshirt for Billy. “Steve Har-ring-ton~” warbled from below.

When he got back downstairs, Billy was on the floor by the TV pulling videocassettes off the shelves, the discards forming a wall around him. “Haunted car,” he muttered, shoulders hunching as Steve walked back in. “What’s this say?”

“God, you’re so drunk. Come on, lie down, you’re shaking.” Steve dropped to lean against him, sliding an arm around Billy’s tight shoulders. He tugged the videotape out of Billy’s hand, leaning in to lick his ear when Billy wouldn’t let go.

Billy went still, staring back.

“Christine? It’s a stupid movie,” Steve warned, raising his eyebrows. “You’ll love the car--”

Billy drug him closer by the front of his sweatshirt. Steve blinked, swallowing, but tilted his head into the open-mouthed kisses Billy pressed across his face. Piled videos fell as Steve swung his leg over Billy’s lap, sliding his hand up into Billy’s hair on the side he wasn’t bleeding.

“You’re still bleeding, babe,” he ran his fingers through Billy’s curls, pulling him close to breathe against his collar. “Come up on the couch. I’ll clean you up.”

“Not your ‘babe’,” Billy leaned in for another kiss, “--you still pretending I’m Lady Nancy?”

“There’s a position as Queen open,” Steve offered, anticipating the elbow-in-the-gut-shove combo. He snickered, watching Billy wobble to his feet and stalk off to the couch. “I dunno, you’re practically twins and all. Not really used to kissing somebody I wouldn’t date.”

“Just--just attacked your castle, Majesty--” Billy leaned his face into the back of the couch, huffing a laugh, and Steve wandered over. He picked up the aid kit. “I can. I c’n leave. Park somewhere. Sleep it off. Now say sorry.”

“Noooope, what the hell, you're such an asshole.” Steve scooted close, but let Billy see him put his hand up to inspect the damage.

Billy shuddered at his touch, but leaned into it, letting his eyes slide closed. “...says you.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re great, we should definitely trade letter sweaters and share milkshakes,” Steve snorted, running his thumb over Billy’s cheek. “Just a second. Blood’s getting all in your hair, I’m gonna--” He pressed a wad of gauze to it, guiding Billy to lie down with his head in Steve’s lap.

“Wha’s happening.” Billy cleared his throat, sliding his hand under his head to brush most of his mullet out from under his head.

“I think it’s mostly a bruise,” Steve pulled his attention away from the length of Billy’s eyelashes and surveyed him with the knowledge he, Jonathan, and Nancy had gained by frantically cramming first aid books over winter break. “I’ll keep pressure on it until it stops bleeding.”

“Fuck do you care, you’re such a prick,” Billy muttered into his sweatpant leg.

“You’re in my lap, dipshit, what are you even talking about,” Steve ignored the phone ringing again.

Billy tried to bite his thigh through his jeans. “Harrington, you--fucking fucker.”

“Are you actually mad at me? Because you rammed your head into my door, not me--” Steve ran his fingers through the unbloodied sections of Billy’s hair, feeling him scoot closer. “I can’t even tell, stop grinning! You tried to set my house on fire, and I’m like ‘What happened, Carol run out of wine coolers?’”

“Fuck you,” Billy choked, punching his leg again. Drunk as he was, it didn’t particularly hurt. “She said you were coming.”

“That’s weird as hell--hey, hey hey hey--” Steve pressed more gauze over where it had shifted, ignoring the phone ringing again. Billy muttered something, turning his head against Steve’s sweatshirt, and Steve’s mouth dropped open. “Are you--are you chanting ‘I hate you’?! After you come over here, you--I’m not forgetting about the fire--which you suck at--”

“Fuck you, I do, I hate you,” Billy whispered thickly, trying to bat Steve’s arm away before resting his own arm across it to hide his face. “So much, fuck you, just--just die, you fucking--bitch bastard--”

“Shit! Shit, don’t--” Steve bit his lips together. If I say ‘don’t cry,’ he’ll turn this whole house into a mushroom cloud. He let his fingers slide around the back of Billy’s skull, pulling him in close, and the soft shaking and sniffles got louder until Billy punched the back of the couch a few times to drown them out. “Hey,” Steve tried again, when Billy’s breath was evening out, and he kinda wanted him to come up to blow his nose. “What happened. Did your dad--”

“She’s not dead,” Billy punched his leg again. “It was all--it was true. He told me…” Beginning to feel bruised, Steve felt his eyes narrow, considering just dumping Billy in Hopper’s yard with a bow around his upper torso. “She’s--she’s not dead, I thought he--he said she left. Kept telling dumbshit Billy she left. I thought no way she’d fucking just--just leave me there, she wouldn’t--she’s my mom--”

“...oh, oh shit, oh fuck,” Steve breathed, feeling his eyes go wide.

“I thought--he kept--thought he killed her,” Billy punched the back of the couch again, without much leverage since his knees were drawn up. “I’m so fucking dumb. I just…”

“She left him and you,” Steve said, aloud, like a genius, and Billy’s shoulders started shaking again.

“Sh-shut your fucking face, Steve,” he hissed. “She fucking... walked away. I keep thinking she didn’t know, right? Maybe he wasn’t like that before. Then I fucking came along.” Billy’s fingers slid under Steve’s shirt, but he was grabbing fistfuls of fabric. “This fucking idiot kid, fucking faggot piece of shit Billy Hargrove, she just--didn’t--she wanted a kid but not--”

“Jesus,” Steve leaned to look at the clock, and added another wad of gauze where red was seeping through.

“Just that--that fucking--he never hits Max-- she took a good look at this stupid little cunt and left town--”

“You’re not,” Steve said, clenching his jaw. “Shut up, no, that’s not--jesus, Billy--”

“Then she knew, fuckhead,” Billy smacked the couch again, “--she knew he’d--she knew what he’d--but it was me so she didn’t give a shit, she probably just--couldn’t wait ‘til I caught the bus--counting the minutes, is he fucking gone yet? Never have to see his face again--”

“No, I just mean, yeah, you’re Billy Hargrove--”

“Shut the fuck up, King Harrington--” Billy tried to shove away, punching his arm, and Steve caught him around the shoulders and braced them both against the floor with his legs.

“No! No, Billy, listen, c’mon, you are a--just--a complete piece of shit, but you’re a person, you don’t--nobody deserves that. I just meant--I’m sorry, jesus--” Billy was half sliding onto the floor, but he submitted to being hauled mostly against Steve’s shoulder, his forearm covering his wet laughter. “He didn’t just start that--bullshit because you’re you, she didn’t do--do whatever shit because you’re just--I mean, you’re garbage, but you’re a human being--”

Billy’s giggles sounded wet. “Yeah, right, genius,” he sniffled. “--I fucking know I’m trash, asshole--”

“But you’re a person, you were a little kid, right, she wouldn’t--”

“I’m a garbage person,” Billy laughed harder. “Garbage Pail Kid. They shoulda just taken me to the pound.”

Steve honestly couldn’t tell whether he was arguing or not, and suspected Billy didn’t know either. Just as he opened his mouth to point out that 100% of humans had been pissed off at children and most had managed not to belt them across the face, there was the beep of a siren pulse in the drive. Steve grabbed Billy’s hand and made him hold his own gauze, scooting out to run to the door. “Stay quiet,” he called back over his shoulder. “I’ll get rid of them, but they can’t see you.” Billy snorted loud enough to carry to the door, and Steve rolled his eyes as he unlocked it, squinting out into the flashlight of one of the deputies.

“We got a noise complaint,” the man called, slowly crunching across the snow-covered glass. “Mind turning on the porch light?”

“We just have the motion detectors,” Steve blocked the door, smiling. “Sorry. Drunk friend showed up. He’s passed out, noise is over.”

“Lot of broken glass out here. Your friend wouldn’t happen to be Billy Hargrove, would he?” Steve heard a soft “Fuck,” from the living room, and braced himself in the door. “We got a call saying he was drunk and disorderly. Is that blood on your face, Mr. Harrington?”

“It’s really late,” Steve felt his smile going stiff. “I’ve got school tomorrow. Everything’s fine. Can I go back to bed now?”

“I’d feel more comfortable if I had a look around,” the deputy aimed the flashlight into the room behind Steve, and Steve sent a prayer up to God or aliens that Billy wouldn’t be looming behind him, blood dripping from his hair, his eyes gleaming in the light.

“Uh, no,” Steve’s lungs, finally showing up for work, were making up the time, and he gripped the frame of the door on both sides to keep his hands from shaking. Hopper is gonna shoot me in both feet, he thought, but he was also fairly sure he didn’t want to turn Billy in for assault on his house with a weaponized six pack of Bud Lite, and have his front room turn into the Tet Offensive when a hapless sheriff’s deputy tried to arrest a crying, drunken Billy Hargrove. “It won’t happen again. Thank you for coming out, but I’d really like to get to sleep.”

After a couple more refusals--Steve stopped fearing Hopper’s disapproval, he found, when he had to shout at the man to get him to leave--he finally closed the door again on the receding taillights of the police cruiser, and returned to kneel on the floor next to the couch.

“You just got in a fight with a sheriff’s deputy.” Billy’s mouth was quirked. “Why--?”

“You ever hit Max?” Steve asked over him.

“Not...really.” Billy frowned, and winced.

“Have you ever intentionally hurt Max, Hargrove, it’s not a complicated question.” Steve rubbed his face, leaning his back against the couch and staring at Billy’s ring of movies.

“...I won’t,” Billy’s breathing had gone shallow, “--I won’t, Harrington, fuck, don't--”

The phone rang again.

“Because you know who hits kids is your fuckhead dad,” Steve ignored it, “--and you went straight for Lucas--”

“Fuck you, Harrington, I’m not my dad, shut up,” Billy flailed, and Steve grabbed his wrists, pressing the gauze back down. It wasn’t difficult. Billy’s skin was pale and sweaty, and Steve took a look at his fixed grin and reddened eyes and sighed, burying his head in the seat cushion.

The phone rang again, and Steve let Billy’s wrists go, stomped over, and unplugged it, before returning to frown at the gauze, and unroll some fresh. “Even if you’re pissed at me. Don’t take a swing at a person. Come…” he snorted. “Chuck bottles at my house, I guess.”

“What,” Billy sounded hoarse.

“Come on.”

“I’m not my dad, you fuck. I’m not gonna throw bottles at your house.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, slowly turning to look at the front door.

“Fuck you,” Billy curled up tighter.

“Come on, babe-buddy. If you get mad, I’ll--we can play a half-court game, or something. Come get me.”

“Fuck it out of me,” Billy snorted, grinning at him, and Steve took a deep breath, trying not to imagine grabbing Billy earlier that day, and slamming him back into the lockers before he stomped out into the hallway. Grabbing him by the hair and kissing him until he went warm and pliable.

“Jesus, Hargrove.” He let his head thump Billy’s shoulder, feeling him laugh.

“Should find a girlfriend who doesn’t care if I suck you off behind the gym,” Billy whispered in his ear. “Carol thinks it’s hot.”

Steve stared at him. “You told her? That--that you want to--”

“Fuck no. I asked about you and Tommy, she said she could take us all.”

“Tommy’d beat your--nah, you could take him.” Steve ran his knuckles over Billy’s abs, sliding up under the jacket where Billy’s ribs were damp and cold with blood loss.

“I could take him.” Billy grinned, his teeth bloody.

“I wouldn’t date somebody else and fuck you.” Steve wrinkled his nose, and Billy reached out for a handful of his sweatshirt again, pulling him in to smell blood and tequila.

“It’s just dumpsters back there,” Billy whispered against his mouth. “Just garbage.”

“Christ, babe,” Steve kissed back, his stomach clenching. He pulled back, and Billy’s arm slammed into his hands, knocking them away.

“Fuck you, Ha--”

Steve slapped his hand over Billy’s mouth again, trying to string words together. “You’re not gonna hurt anybody, right?”

The couch squeaked as Billy punched his wrist again, growling, his eyes tearing up, but Steve held his head. “Shake your head or nod. Yeah. Okay.”

Billy’s eyes narrowed.

“Just wait a second, listen. You’ll come to me if you’re feeling like--” he risked letting go to wave at the door, and Billy closed his eyes. “Billy. Come on. Even if I’m who you’re mad at.”

Billy nodded shortly, swallowing.

“Okay,” Steve took a deep breath. “Then you’re not a garbage asshole. You’re gonna try.” He kept his hand over Billy’s loud snort. “Right? You’re good.”

Billy smacked his hand away. “I’m good.”

“You’ll get better. You won’t be fucking--trash, like your dad.”

“You don’t fucking think that.” Billy’s voice was hoarse. “Shut the fuck up, you’d fucking beat my face in--”

“I’m serious, you suck because you’re an asshole, nobody’s born--”

“You don’t fucking have to tell me this shit,” Billy pulled away, pressing the gauze to his head so he could sit up. “I’ll...I’ll fucking be a good boy, you won’t have to hit me in the face with the nailbat. You coulda just.” He laughed, leaning his head against Steve’s shoulder.

“Just what,” Steve leaned his head against Billy’s.

“Fuck you,” Billy sighed, and Steve echoed it.

“I’m just saying. You can’t have been born a shitheel.”

“Try me,” Billy snorted.

“Look, if any kid’s that much of an annoying little shit I’d’ve murdered one by now,” Steve whispered into Billy’s hair, prompting a snicker. “I’ve saved them from--the--and that little bastard Mike still looks at me like I should be fired from life. If I was gonna beat on a kid, their heads would look like cranberry salad. ”

“What’d you save ‘em from, Steve Harrington,” BIlly slurred, and Steve smacked his own face.

“My point is, if you don’t hit kids, you don’t fucking hit kids.”

Billy blew his nose in Steve’s sweatshirt, and Steve yelped, grabbing a throw pillow and smacking him in the butt with it.

Billy cackled. “...you wanna hit this instead?” He shoved the gauze away, sitting up to turn a slow grin on Steve that had his pants feeling tighter, and a tingle running down his spine. Billy leaned in, sliding his arms around Steve’s neck, and smelling like tequila and aftershave. For once, he didn’t taste like cigarettes. His face was wet and salty, and warm, and smooth-shaven, and Steve lost track of words for a few seconds kissing it. “We could fuck,” Billy whispered into his kisses. “Right now. You can’t even hurt me right now.” He slid off the couch to straddle Steve’s lap, nearly falling off and braining himself further on the coffee table.

Steve grappled him back upright. “What the hell. Shut up, Billy, lie back down--”

“I’ve done it before,” Billy rocked against his lap. His ass was warm and heavy with muscle in his tight jeans, and Steve lost all power of thought. Billy kept whispering against his neck. “I’m feeling no pain, Stevey, I’m so numb.” He bit at Steve’s lips, his breaths coming quick. “I’ll be so good for you, Majesty. S’tight in there, doesn’t get much traffic. Nothing like it.”

“God--” Steve snorted, clapping his mouth shut before the ‘--no, what the fuck, what do you mean you’re numb,’ escaped into the air, pretty certain he needed to actually think about what he said before Billy Hargrove broke his jaw, stomped his drunk ass outside, and drove into a tree. Billy’s hair felt drippingly wet, and he jerked his hand back. “Goddamn, you’re bleeding everywhere. Come on, man, lay back down.”

“You fucking want to,” Billy snarled, grabbing the front of Steve’s pants, and yanking on his zipper.

Steve grabbed his hands. “Fucking hell, Hargrove--”

“Come on, I’m cold, ” Billy kissed him again, trying to jerk his arms out of Steve’s grip, “--c’mon, pretty boy--” He leaned in as much as he could with all their arms between them. “Your hands are warm. S’just your dick in a tight hole, doesn’t make you a fa--”

“Jesus, Hargrove--” Steve kissed him back, licking into Billy’s mouth every time he drew breath to talk. He started tasting blood, a little tang at the edge of his mouth, then sticky down the side of his face, then dripping down his chin. “Billy Hargrove. We gotta stop the bleeding.”

Billy laughed, curling into him, his muscles soft the way they went when Steve grabbed his hair.

Steve shivered, carefully letting go. He’d squeezed handprints into Billy’s forearms. Like he was making out with Sylvester Stallone again, he thought, biting his lips. “Lie down, babe,” he leaned to grab the gauze. “I’ll keep pressure on it, and we can do whatever when you’re not bleeding out from a head wound.”

“Keep calling me cute names,” Billy muttered. “You dumbshit. I’m not your girlfriend. ”

“Nooooo...” Steve stepped to the other end of the couch, not trusting Billy Hargrove’s head in his lap facing his dick. He beckoned him down, layering gauze in his hand. “Sorry. Dickhead.”

Once the bleeding finally had really, truly stopped, Billy scrambled away from his lap, stomping over to the magic circle of videos and tossing Christine.

“You just want me to put it on so you can steal the best seat,” Steve rolled his eyes, and sure enough, once the previews started, his corner spot was taken. He dropped against Billy’s side. Billy’s hair felt crispy with blood as Steve slid an arm around him. “You sure you don’t want a shower?”

Billy shook his head, closing his eyes, and Steve got up to get him some aspirin.

Steve snickered through Christine, grinning when he caught Billy watching him. “What?”

“Nothing.” Billy drained his beer can, and began prying off the tab.

Onscreen, the haunted ‘57 Plymouth was gnashing its hood, and Steve let his head fall against Billy’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Harrington.” Billy elbowed him.

“Mmm...” Steve scooted away to lie down, politely ignoring Billy’s weird swallowed choke.

“King Steve,” Billy hissed. “Your Majesty. Get your head out of my lap.”

“Nuh,” Steve rolled his eyes, “--get over it.” He fell into a light doze when Billy didn’t shove him off, waking to fingers prodding his head.

“...movie’s over,” Billy slurred, half-asleep, and still drunk.

“Fix it,” Steve mumbled, shrugging, and turning his head away from the light and sound to bury his face against Billy’s stomach. The denim was uncomfortable, so he burrowed in against the smooth abs, wondered whether they were damp from his breath, or if Billy was still cold-sweating with tension, and kissed them open-mouthed before licking across with the full width of his tongue. Billy shouted “Fuck” a few times in a high wheezy voice, and shoved Steve’s head, scrabbling sideways over the arm of the couch.

“Fucking Harrington Steve fuck,” Billy swayed, panting, his arms folded over his stomach, “--what the hell.”

Steve felt like he hadn’t slept in a year, which made everything funnier. “You’re salty,” he sniggered, half off the couch, and shoved himself back up, his flailing foot thudding against the floor.

“Shut up.” Billy sidled around the couch and clicked rewind, his face lighting with the black and white noise of a disconnected TV.

“Ants,” Steve muttered into the pillows. “How come you can kiss me.”

“Shut it, Harrington,” Billy knelt to frown at the shelf of movies. “What’s this. Alien?”

“S’good,” Steve sighed, rolling on to his back to frown at the ceiling.

Alien did not lend itself to another nap. As soon as the room lit with blue light, Steve could feel the hair on his arms rising. The passages in the ship were white, and shiny, but the mysterious creatures and the blue had him up off the couch, pulling off his bloodied sweatshirt. “I need to go have a look around.” He tossed the shirt, ignoring Billy’s head cock. There was a scrabbling behind him and the TV switched off.

“What are you doing?” Billy followed him into the garage, chugging the last of his can of beer.

“It’s fine, you should stay.” The sound of Billy crushing the can against the unbloodied side of his head brought him back, a bit, and he came over. “...you look like I hit you with the bat.”

“Who cares,” Billy grinned at him.

“Go put that sweatshirt on,” Steve pointed, taking a deep breath of Eau de Drunk Billy and feeling himself smile. “There’s snow, man, c’mon.”

“Yeah, mom.”

It was snowing again, making Steve’s skin prickle at the lightly falling fluff in the dim bluish light, but Billy bumped their shoulders, and Steve leaned in to kiss his face, twining their fingers together.

“What.” Billy pulled away, unzipping the sweatshirt--it had blood on it, Steve realized, Billy’d grabbed the one he'd discarded, not the clean one--and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Steve circled him to zip it up, but Billy frowned, turning away. His lighter was flicking too fast, and Steve dropped the bat, sliding his arms around Billy from behind to zip up the sweatshirt. Billy’s ear was hot against his cheek, and Steve dodged away from his flailed smack, laughing. He swiveled back when Billy started coughing after a drag on his cigarette.

“You okay over there?”

“Lemme alone,” he coughed again, bending to brace himself against his knees. “Just swallowed wrong. Somebody. Somebody hugged me. What. What are you,” he flapped a hand and Steve took it, grinning. “What was that. I’m up now, give my hand back.”

“I’ll hold it.” Breath billowed as Steve grinned back at him.

“We’re outside,” Billy hissed.

“I only have one neighbor,” Steve kicked the handle of the bat back up and grabbed it. “That smells nothing like a tunnel.”

“What?!”

“You smell good,” Steve pulled him close, breathing in his hair.

“Shut up,” Billy snorted. “I fucking don’t, stop lying.”

“You know that’s the sweatshirt you blew your nose in,” Steve bumped his shoulder, and Billy glared, then spat to the side.

They crunched through the snow all the way around the house to the edge of the woods, Billy lighting cigarettes serially partly because they were warm. “What are we even looking for,” he asked again, and Steve shrugged, squeezing his hand.

“Not a damn thing, really, just makes me feel better.”

The small house on the way to Steve’s was entirely lit up. Resonant barking shook the door. Once they’d climbed the steps, Steve pushed Billy behind him, feeling him go stiff again. After a few rounds of thumping, the door opened on a slow-moving woman with a cane, a huge smile, and white curly buns on the sides of her head. She clasped Steve’s pale hand in both her gnarled brown ones, and then pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m fine, Ms. Williams.” He patted her back, waving over her shoulder to one of several pitbulls.

“What on earth,” she whispered, then saw Billy as Steve stepped out of the way. “Good heavens. Is this your boyfriend?” Her eyebrows were nearly at her hairline, and Steve tugged Billy close and clapped a hand over his mouth before he got a reply out.

“This is Billy,” Steve used the hand over Billy’s mouth to make him nod, and Billy stomped his foot.

“Is everything...all right?” She narrowed her eyes at their clasped hands, then Billy’s bloody face. “That’s not fresh?”

“He fell.” Steve was bent over one of the dogs, hands under her ears to flap them gently. “He’s not my boyfriend. We didn’t see anything out there tonight.”

“Bless you.” She squeezed his shoulder, eyes narrowed at Billy, who rolled his shoulders, shrugging his charm on like a cape. “I won’t say a word, you know.”

“A pleasure, ma’am, thanks for worrying about this idiot.” Billy nodded politely to the dogs, and Steve snorted. “Let go of my hand,” Billy hissed, but didn’t pull away. “What are you, some kind of suburbian superhero?” He frowned around while she brought over a cut glass bowl of hard candies masquerading as strawberries.

Steve accepted one, locked eyes with Billy, and slid it quickly in his jean pocket. Rolling his eyes, Billy unwrapped his, popping it in his mouth, ignoring Steve’s urgent headshake. Once they accepted, she sat the plate down to pat the pitbulls on either side of her chair.

“I know about the mountain lions, honey,” Ms. Williams said, and Steve nearly crushed Billy’s hand.

“Uh, what?” Steve forced his lungs to laugh, ignoring Billy’s side-eye.

“Your little friend Dustin came by and asked me to keep an eye on you.” She turned her smile on Billy, patting the closest pitbull. “I had to clean up what was left of Sneezy, and Prancer here’s sister Blitzen, after all.” Billy, who’d just stuck candy in his mouth, choked, coughing. “These are Prancer, Florence Ballard, and Diana Ross. I do wish you’d brought the bodies to me, dear, my darling’s work made me a dab hand at taxidermy.”

Prancer wriggled toward Steve on her stomach, and he reached down to stroke her ears. “I mean, I used a nailbat, ma’am.” He kept his eyes on the dog, hoping Billy didn’t choke to death on horrible hard candies. “There wasn’t much left. Uh.” When he glanced up, Mrs. Williams was patting Florence Ballard, and Billy was mouthing furiously at him.

“He also told me about the bus,” Ms. Williams smiled at Steve’s spluttering, and rocked herself upright again. “Would you like some hot chocolate, honey?”

Steve nodded, crawling down half-under the couch to bury his face in Prancer's belly. She was missing a leg after her run-in with the demodogs.

“Oh, that’s from the lions too,” he heard her telling Billy, who sprang up to follow her into the kitchen. Steve breathed in the smell of clean pitbull fur.

When Steve finally lifted his head, unable to relax while Billy received Dustin’s version of events, he sidled up to listen through the door. I bet he told her I had a sword, and swung in with my merry men, on a vine, he thought, leaning his head into the kitchen.

“More marshmallows, and he likes three spoons of instant coffee in there,” Billy was explaining, leaning against the counter to show off his abs and folded biceps, and smirking at her through his lashes. Steve covered his grin, coughing.

“My,” she glanced up, and Steve couldn’t resist stepping up slowly to slide his arms around Billy’s waist.

As expected, he went tense. “Harrington. I think a shard of this candy just punctured my tongue. ”

“I tried to warn you,” Steve whispered, biting his ear gently. “You remember my hot chocolate recipe.”

Billy pushed his face away, and Ms. Williams beamed between them. “Yeah, Steve, I can make hot chocolate. There’s a mix, it’s not hard,” Billy growled under his breath.

“It’s kinda complicated,” Steve whispered in his ear. “Even Dustin doesn’t get it just right.”

“Wow, I can add water,” Billy snorted. “She didn’t even have any candy canes.”

I don’t need them, I have you, Steve thought, aware his smile was getting goofy. He accepted the chocolate, which was exactly correct, and sighed, squeezing Billy against him.

By the time Mrs. Williams had given Steve another tight hug--“Answer your phone, child,” she chastised, and he hunched his shoulders--and they’d began walking home, it was dawn. The snow still looked like the floaty crap in the tunnels. At least the world isn’t blue. Steve stumbled up the steps, unlocking the door, pushing it open, and sitting in it. He let himself fall back, his legs hanging outside in the snow.

Billy snorted, grabbed his hands, and drug him inside, dropping to lie next to him. “Mountain lions,” he said to the ceiling.

“I guess,” Steve sighed, rubbing his face. “Maybe don’t wake her up again, she’s tough, but I think she thought you beat me to death.”

“She thought I was your boyfriend,” Billy snorted. “What the hell. Whatever the hell this is--” he waved at Steve, then the bat, “--you gotta stop touching me. Out there.”

“It’s actually a good story,” Steve rubbed his face. “Reason to be around. Yelling shit.”

“...when did you even sleep last,” Billy tucked his elbow under him, frowning over. “You’re--you’re fucking--hallucinating. If you think telling people that shit is a good idea. How long has it been.”

“In your lap.”

“...for real, fucker, when did you get a night’s sleep, you look like I punched back.”

“...whatever. I don’t know. I’m telling. I’m calling ‘em,” Steve started crawling on his elbows, and Billy grabbed his arm.

“You are tripping balls...you should stay home,” Billy pressed a hand to Steve’s forehead, squinting in the light from the door. “Maybe you’re sick.”

At the feeling of Billy trying to take his temperature, Steve had started giggling. “Okay, okay. Fine.”

“...do you want a ride to school? You shouldn’t drive,” Billy asked, staring towards the phone.

“...I dunno, are we both gonna die?” Steve looked over. “Are you sobered up enough?”

“I gotta pick Max up anyway,” Billy leaned over, letting his head rest against Steve’s chest. “Had a beer like...two hours ago.” He sighed. “Feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ die, actually.”

Steve snorted, sliding his hand down Billy’s spine. “You kinda smell like it.”

“Fuck you,” Billy mumbled into his chest.

“But yeah, I’ll take a ride. We can keep each other awake.”

“I’d kill God for some sunglasses,” Billy groaned.

“Didn’t know you needed a reason.” Steve checked the kitchen clock before letting his eyes slide shut.

Twenty-three minutes later, his alarm went off upstairs, and Billy curled into a fetal ball of muttered profanity before staggering to the bathroom. He didn’t latch the door, so the sound of vomiting came through clearly. Steve slowly rolled onto his face, then clambered to his hands and knees. Sometimes I’d rather not have a body. Or a head. He winced at Billy’s loud gagging. Given the kissing options right now, floating around like Casper seems like a great idea. He leaned on a chair and pushed himself upright, stretching his back slowly in case something broke off. When nothing did, he wandered out to the front room and plugged the phone back in. It rang not three minutes later.

“Harrington residence,” he sighed, leaning his head against the wall.

“We’ve been called by the police.”

“I know, sorry, everything’s fine.”

“This is the third incident.”

Steve walked back around the wall, leaning to see the bathroom door, then shrugged. “Actually my boyfriend just freaked out, we’d had a fight, he’ll be over a lot, the water bill might go up?”

The other end was silent.

“Bye,” Steve hung up, turning away from the wall to see Billy leaning in the entryway.

“What the hell did you just do.” His voice was hoarse.

“I probably have a spare toothbrush,” Steve put a hand on each of his shoulders and walked him back to the bathroom, “--I didn’t say it was you.”

“What the fuck.” Billy wiped his mouth, sitting on the toilet.

“Now if you’re here all the time, there’s a good reason.”

“It’s not even true,” Billy allowed his fingers to be pressed around the toothbrush, “--you’ll...what about school. You’re gonna…”

“Nobody’ll know. Come on, we gotta go.”

When they pulled up at Billy’s house, Max drug Steve out of the car and most of the way through a shrubbery. “Are you okay,” she whispered. “Nobody could reach you. I could cut his brake cables.”

“Jesus,” Steve patted her hand where she’d clenched it in his jacket. “Uh, no, it’s fine?”

“El heard police calls on the scanner. She said they mentioned a fire.”

“Sorry.” Steve tugged at his jacket. “We’re both okay.”

“He slammed my head into a door,” Billy said from a few feet away, and Max let go, glaring.

“Sounds like you deserved it.”

“You fell! He was drunk,” Steve turned to Max. “He gashed his head on the doorknob. I tried to catch him!”

“If he’d done it on purpose he’d brag, fuckhead.” Max shoulder checked Billy on the way to the car, and he pressed the heel of his hand to his head, setting his jaw.

Once they were in the car, Billy glanced between them, and turned down the volume on Rock You Like A Hurricane. “So,” he smirked at Max in the rearview mirror, “--Mountain lions?”

“What?” she snapped back.

Steve reclined his seat, nearly crushing her as she scrambled away. “Dustin told Mrs. Williams we fought mountain lions.”

“That’s stu--” she coughed as Steve widened his eyes at her. “Uh. Whatever, I don’t care.”

“So." Billy ran his fingers through his hair, and Max snorted. “Not mountain lions, then.”

“Fuck off,” she muttered, scooting down in the seat. “God, you reek.”

“What happened in the bus?” Billy slid a cigarette out of his jacket.

“Jesus,” Steve hugged his backpack to cover his face.

“Your mom made you in a bus,” Max muttered, and Billy swerved. Steve swung over and grabbed the wheel, punching Billy in the shoulder and Max in the knee with his other hand.

“Don’t kill us. Christ.”

“What does this have to do with how I ended up in the trunk.” Billy smiled at Max in the rearview mirror, and she kicked his seat.

“Seriously!” Steve punched Billy’s shoulder again. “I don’t wanna die. Just drive.”

Billy cranked the music back up, lighting the cigarette, his face set. They hadn’t even stopped pulling in in front of the school before Max had the door open, and Steve reached over to slide his thumb under Billy’s cuff.

“Shit. I told Hopper I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

Billy shrugged, grinning at him as Max stalked around to start bodily dragging Steve out of the car. To Steve’s bewilderment, Eleven stood by to slide into his place. She had a big pink bow in her curls and a matching dress, but her face had the flat stare he remembered from first meeting her. Mike slid in behind her, and Billy looked from Eleven to Steve, somewhere between entertained and pissed off. “What the?” he mouthed, spreading his hands.

Max slammed the car door, dragging Steve by the elbow into the first classroom off the middle school hallway.

“What’s going on,” he asked Dustin, who shook his head, shoving him at a chair.

“Steve, you’ve gone insane.”

“It’s an intervention,” said Lucas, folding his arms.

Steve had his eyes on the windows watching Eleven in the car with Billy and Mike. Billy was listening, as far as he could tell, cigarette out the window. Glancing up to meet his eyes, Billy backed out of the parking space, and left the school.

Strangest chapter 1/chapter 2/chapter 3/chapter 4/chapter 5/chapter 6/chapter 7/chapter 8/chapter 9/chapter 10/ ALSO I am having a hard time editing these links into chapters 4-10 so...maybe leave this open in a tab...or something...I’m sorry I fail at Tumblr

Really I’d recommend reading it on Ao3 under peterqpan, scrolling through it on Tumblr sounds crazymaking XD Thank you for reading this far!

#Harringrove #platypan #platypan fic #Strangest #Steve's kids keep kidnapping people #Billy specifically #Steve wants to run away with Billy himself

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Winx season 8/17

Now three or four people are reading these, and I am very happy. =)

In which we root for Stormy.

17 Dress Fit for a Queen

So, a Stella episode.

Alfea! And we’re returning to the simulation class from season one! It’s not called the “magical reality chamber” this time around because honestly, that name is a little silly. But here’s Palladium all dapper in his vest and long hair asking the girls if they’re ready for a “special kind of test.”

Bloom is unsure.

Stella is ready for any kind of test… “as long as it’s about makeup or changing clothes.”

But this test is about visualizing your deepest insecurities, exactly what Stella isn’t an expert at. The cute minor fairies look worried.

Stella says she has no insecurities, but it’s Musa who hops up to go first.

So, what are Musa’s insecurities? Riven. Her taste in boys. Her mom obviously. Choosing to do music against her father’s wishes, though now that the girls are successes I assume Ho Boe would’ve calmed down about that.

Good callback, the set is the same—a door, then a bridge into a domed room that projects the simulation.

While Musa’s insecurities play a Palladium voiceover explains that everyone has insecurities—like, “some are afraid of making mistakes” Virtual rocker Musa flubs a chord.

“Some are afraid of being unable to help others.” Virtual Flora can’t revive withered plants.

Some are afraid of losing control over a situation.” Virtual Tecna has built a humanoid robot that she’s controlling with her phone, making it do dance moves. But her phone control stops working and virtual Tec has to flee because it looks like the robot is going to attack her. Also, virtual Tecna is sitting in a lavender diamond shaped hovering chair that you can get in Winx fairy school. The robot bangs the chair on the ground, it’s funny.

Virtual Aisha is climbing a climbing wall and falls. “Some are afraid of losing their nerve.”

Virtual Bloom gets dumped by virtual Sky. “And some are afraid of losing the one they love.” She runs after virtual Sky, very upset. When real Bloom walks out she says the simulation feels so real.

What’s this test about anyway? It seems kinda traumatic! But Stella has no fear, she thinks she’ll have to ‘come up with a tiny little insecurity I can visualize.” Stell, I know it was an alternate you, but your Nemesis slapped you around with your insecurities not that long ago! I love Stella, but she has the self-awareness of a turnip.

Virtual Stella is in her pajamas and encounters three dressed-up courtiers. They titter. She wonders if she’s under-dressed… nah, they must be overdressed! She snaps her fingers and poofs them into pajamas too, welcoming them to her sleepover.

Then her parents come out and shame her. Stella stutters, falling apart a little. Then the simulation ends. Stella walks out looking mad, and says she could’ve fixed things with her parents if she’d only had more time. Her voice sounds sad but she looks pissed off; I wonder what tone of voice the Italian voice actress had.

Palladium just says, “Of course you could have, Stella.” her doesn’t sound sarcastic, or particularly anything. Then he says they’ll have another class tomorrow morning and leaves. I expected something more like “this test was to help you understand yourself not fix problems in the simulation, which isn’t real after all.” but nope. I kinda wonder if Italian Palladium was sarcastic, maybe I’ll look this episode up on RaiPlay.

Back in the Winx common room the girls talk about how down the test left Stella, and how she never really got over her parents’ separation. Flora comments that Stella always cheers other people up, but hides her own problems.

So the timeslide has not rewritten Stella’s parents splitting up—though in US law ‘separated’ is different from ‘divorced’ but I’m not sure a kids’ show would care about that. Probably nothing. Also Stella’s wish in season 5 seems not to have gotten her folks remarried as was wondered. We haven’t heard much from Luna and Radius in a while.

Star case appearance! It speaks! The next star is on Solaria, conveniently. “It’s easy to be seen but to get it you must be wearing the confidence of a queen.” Was that an attempt at poetry?

The girls look worried, not thrilled. But Stella comes in and she is thrilled: that’s her homeworld! Musa wonders what confidence of a queen means, but Stella knows! It just means a dress! And that’s right up her alley! Bloom is unsure. But Stella has her plan: make a dress and wear it! “After all, nobody’s more confidant than I am!”

Valtor is watching. He dispatches the Trix to get the star first. Stormy says a test of confidence will be child’s play for her, and she’s kinda got a point. I’d put Icy with her “Defeat the Winx once and for all!” every season like clockwork high on the confidence meter.

I have been watching the Trix very closely. This season has a prize in the bottom of the box, and I know mostly what it is so I’m looking for any hint of foreshadowing… so far I have seen not a single hint. I wonder if the prize was added late in the writing of the season like the gang at Rainbow suddenly decided this season needed a little something more, or something. One thing I wish they did was have foreshadowing in the opening sequence—like in anime ops, there will often be a hint, characters with their faces not visible or only shown as a brief flash so you see just enough to suspect…

(see the Umineko game opening for an example.) But this season of Winx the entire op is just clips from the show itself so nothing in the op can sort of contain the whole season’s story… if that makes any sense… yeah, I think Winx ops could be better than they are.

Cut to gorgeous Solaria background. A little bay, the palace, and a… giant building like six times bigger than the palace? Do Solarians live in arcologies instead of normal cities? (spellcheck does not know the word arcology.) there are also some viking style boats in the bay and random crystals spiking out of the water. Very pretty.

The girls on their winxboards fly past the crystals, which are beautifully colored. Stella says her mom can help with dressmaking but her dad can’t even combine colors. Heh. But he’ll be happy about the surprise visit!

Throne room! One throne, two lion statues, the usual drapey above-throne fabrics. Radius sits reading a scroll. He gets up to hug Stella and calls her “Little Star.” Aaaaaw. Then immediately starts a lecture on how busy palace life is and how she should’ve called before visiting.

Stella blows him off, “Fine, fine, we won’t bother you, byeeee!” and leads the somewhat embarrassed Winx out of the throne room. Stella has an idea: her dad seems stressed, he needs a party to cheer him up! Aisha reminds her of their mission and Stella says she can do both. If her friends help. The girls follow, their expressions neutral. I would be having an expression of ‘concerned’ at this point.

Outside the palace Stella walks with her mother while the rest of the Winx wait on a bench. Bloom comments that it’s nice Luna is still living at the royal palace… what IS her status as the king’s ex? Is she a queen? She clearly still rates a royal look and that cool moon crown.

Luna suggests they look for supplies at Muppy village. Whatever that is. Before we can go find out Stella has another idea: a party for her mom too! Bloom wants to talk some sense but before she can get one word out Stella conjures her winxboard and hops on, off to see the muppies!

Bloom doesn’t know what muppies are either.

They seem to live in houses made from mushrooms around the bases of trees, but the front door is size that a person can go in, so those must be big trees. Stella says muppies are great craftsgnomes and they’ll have all the supplies Stella needs for her gown. Musa sensibly asks why the muppies would part with rare supplies but Stella says all she’ll need to do is make them laugh. The rest of the girls look more and more unsure about all this.

The Trix are of course watching from above.

Inside we see many bolts of fabric. Stella sees some bluewhite fabric and decides that’s fit for a queen. It matches her mother’s dress, a nice touch. Then some muppies walk in, they’re short and look about like adult male pixies would, I think. No wings. And way too small for the scale of their shop.

Stella attempts to pay for the fabric with a joke, but it flops. She’s so earnest about it, it’s adorable.

Musa summons soundwaves that make the muppies’ hair and beards spike out. They see each other and burst out laughing. Score! Stella gets her bolt of fabric… and immediately dumps it on aisha to carry while she does some more shopping.

In the next shop Stella finds a spool of gold thread. She starts to tell her joke then rethinks and asks Tecna for help. Tecna conjures a funny robot that rolls around, juggles, then drops the balls on its head. The muppy proprietor laughs. Tecna says , “achievement unlocked” which is becoming slightly annoying as a catchphrase. Stella gets a box of spools of thread… and immediately gives them to Aisha to carry. This’ll end well.

In the next shop they’re coming to buy jewels to put on the dress. This muppy has a big jewel on his hat. Bloom offers to provide the laughs and does a really cool trick with little streams of fire from her fingers. But it’s not actually funny, and the muppy seems worried his shop is going to catch on fire. As Stella tries to reassure him she knocks a bowl of jewels down on her head. Laugh achieved, she wins a bag of jewels… and immediately dumps it on Aisha to carry. Aisha says she should’ve brought a shopping cart.

The girls hop on their winxboards (Aisha’s burdens seem to have vanished) and head back to the palace.

The Trix hop down for their turn.

Darcy: “We don’t have to make these things laugh to get what we need do we?”

Icy: “I’d rather make them cry.”

Stormy: “We’ll let the Winx do all the work for us then take the prime star from them when they least expect it.”

Too bad, it would’ve been fun to see what kind of dress they’d have made.

Back at the palace Stella is working on a dress not unlike the folded-chiffon dresses they wore on Andros in the Sirenix episodes. It’s pale blue/lavender with a skirt that’s short in front and long in back, blue ribbon trim, one shoulder, a wide ribbon choker, and jewels on the bodice. it’s not at all in Stella’s colors and really looks more her mother’s style. I wonder if that’s on purpose, a nod to Stella seeing her her as a true queen.

The other girls bring party stuff: flowers and ribbons, chocolate cake and lemon cake. As you can guess, one parent likes one thing and one parent likes the other. Stella decides they’ll use both decorations and magics the cakes together into a lemon-chocolate cake which is not a flavor combination I have ever heard of. Lemon-cinnamon cake, however, is amazing.

Bloom manages to reroute Stella into trying on the dress.

Nighttime, outside, Stella is wearing the dress and her Solarian crown. The other girls admire her confidence… and a door of light appears!

Cosmix time! Through the door! The Trix follow, because of course they were hanging around.

The girls appear outside a beautiful pearly sphere with another sphere inside it. Inside is the prime star.

Everybody tries to fly in, but only Stella and Stormy can pass through, maybe because they’re the most confident. But when they grab for the prime star they get zapped to…

Stella in her dress meeting the same three courtiers from the simulation. Stella guesses this is a magical test, but at least this time she’s dressed for the setting! She sees her parents and runs to them, asking if they like the party she set up.

But Radius says they have nothing to celebrate: Luna is leaving. Stella can choose who to go with. She looks back and forth between them, unable to choose.

Stormy arrives back at Valtor’s place where he yells at her for being late. Stormy says she can come and go as she pleases and Valtor blasts all three Trix into the walls. Icy and Darcy fall down into the chasm on either side of Valtor’s throne, hanging on by their fingers. Valtor declares he’s powerful enough not to need them anymore. Icy and Darcy yell for help, saying they can’t fly anymore. Stormy does an evil grin that kinda makes me root for her.

Back at the palace Stella watches her parents walk away. She starts crying, saying she doesn’t want to choose.

Stormy gets her badass on! She can still fly, and still do magic, and she throws some at Valtor. “You can’t treat me like that! And you can’t treat my sisters like that! She rescues both Icy and Darcy and declares, ‘Because I’m the most powerful witch in the magic universe!”

Go Stormy!

Back with the prime star, Stormy wins! She gets the star!

Stella realizes, “It didn’t mean a dress, it means the confidence a queen uses to fulfill her duty, no matter how difficult.”

But it’s too late, Stormy’s got the prime star and the Trix escape with it. Stormy also said, “Guess I showed you two!” to her sisters, which did not make Icy a happy camper!

Stella stands defeated.

Stormy presents the prime star to Valtor.

“I knew I could count on you, Stormy. Keep this up and you’ll earn more than compliments. I’m talking about your freedom from my magic bond.”

Stormy gloats. Icy snarls.

Back on Solaria Stella’s wearing her new dress and the other girls are in their dresses from Andros. Party time! Stella worries about the preparations but it’s all perfect.

“No it isn’t! I failed the test! I wasted time on that dress instead of focusing on my confidence!”

Bloom says anyone could’ve made that mistake, and Stella says, ‘Except that I did!” and now the Trix have the star.

Cute moment of Bloom saying they love everything about Stella, the way she’s there for them, not just her confidence, and the Winx get all teary. Stella says she’s lucky to have friends like them, and Bloom says she’s lucky to have family that love her.

Luna comes in and admires Stella’s dress. Stella says her mother was her inspiration, so I guessed that right. Radius loves the chocolate-lemon cake. They tell Stella that she’s their happiness, and there are hugs. Aaw.

#winx club season 8 #winx club

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writingpaperghost · 5 years

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Broken Mirrors and Broken Perceptions (Part 2)

With the idea that there is infinite worlds with infinite possibilities, there are some that never truly occur to us. Sometimes thinking and viewing those windows is like looking at a mirror. You expect it to be so much like the world you know. Once you learn of certain worlds, it’s like the glass of the mirror has been broken. You now perceive the world much differently than your own.

Jack Darby’s life had become weird enough over the past few months. But despite being enthralled in an alien civil war, he was happy with his life. He wouldn’t change it, he wants it to become better, but the past should stay the same. After a experiment with a dangerous scientist has gone wrong, Jack finds himself in a world that’s both similar and different than his own. Good has become evil and evil has become good. In a world like that, he doesn’t know he can trust. Those he had already trusted before, who are now out to kill him, or those who he learned not to trust, who now are the only ones who cared for him?

This is not the world Jack thought he knew. It was a honestly terrifying realization. He had awoken in a strange, unfamiliar place, surrounded by Cybertronians he’d never met. Except, he was pretty sure he’d seen them before, the names his mom called them ringing a bell. The slim blue and pink one hovering over him, Arcee. But he’d met Arcee before, she was deranged, a hunter with no mercy for the unfortunate souls that were her prey. She was the second in command of the Autobots, though she was ruthless in battle. And now she was hovering over him, within a few reaches of his arm.

He was terrified, to say the least. His mom seemed fine, so he highly doubted that they’d been kidnapped, not to mention he was pretty sure Arcee didn’t look like that. Still, he was nearly froze to his spot, stuttering out a “What?” that sounded far more confident than he felt.

“Is something wrong, Jack?” Arcee asked with a worried tone. Jack found his voice left him for a moment, because she knew who he was and said his name with familiarity.

Jack quickly found his voice, “Who are you?”

Arcee frowned and so did his mom, “Jack, you know me. We’re partners.”

His mom spoke next, “Did you hit your head after that explosion?”

“What? No!” Jack looked to June with a shocked expression, “I didn’t hit my head! Why are we here?”

“This is the Autobot base,” June said in response, “We’re here so the Bots can protect us from the Decepticons.”

Protect? From the Decepticons? Either the Autobots learned brainwashing and fed his mom lies, or something wasn’t quite right here. Jack honestly found himself thinking it was the latter.

“No...” He mumbled, “This is wrong. All of it’s wrong. The Autobots?”

June placed her hands on Jack’s shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

“All of this.”

Before Jack could elaborate, thundering footsteps cut him off. A large Cybertronian walked into view, red and blue and as tall as Megatronus. As tall as a Prime. That had to mean something. The Cybertronian reminded Jack of Orion, the leader of the Autobots, but while Orion was tall, this Bot was slightly taller, really more equal to Megatronus than Orion himself.

“How is Jack?” He asked, a voice that Jack nearly jumped at. By Primus, that was Orion! They shared the same voice! Jack was looking at the leader of the Autobots, And Jack was pretty sure his shock - and a certain degree of horror - was apparent on his face.

“Is something wrong?” The strange version of Orion asked, clear concern in his voice.

“I’m not so sure, Optimus,” June said, “He keeps saying that ‘everything’s wrong’. I’m worried.”

Orion, er, Optimus, looked to Jack, “What do you mean by that?”

Jack once again found himself unsure of what to say, “Uh, well, uh... You see...” There was an overwhelming urge to book it and run away, but that would probably make them question his sanity more than what he’s about to say would.

“I don’t think I’m your Jack.” He quickly blurted out.

The three around him looked at him in shock and confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Arcee asked, sceptic.

“I think I’m from another dimension, a parallel universe.”

Optimus spoke next, “Why do you say that?”

“Because in the world I know, the Autobots aren’t very keen on humans.”

“What do you mean by that?” June asked clearly concerned.

“While the government might be on their side, they have caused the deaths of countless humans. They want to turn the planet like Cybertron.” The three around him listened in horror and morbid fascination as he spoke.

“One moment,” Optimus said, then called for Ratchet. He asked Jack to repeat what he told them to Ratchet, “Could such a thing be possible?”

“Since we know the Shadowzone exists,” Ratchet began, though still thinking, “It wouldn’t be surprising if it were.”

“Then what of the Decepticons?” Ratchet then asked Jack, “Are they the good guys?” The way he said the last part made it clear he was skeptical of such a possibility.

“Actually, yeah.” Ratchet looked at Jack like he was crazy, “Megatronus leads the Decepticons, who generally try to keep the Autobots from destroying he planet.”

“Megatronus?” Asked Optimus, an unfamiliar curiosity in his voice. It was a tone that Megatronus would say that Jack always had. Maybe that was part of why he always compared Jack to Orion Pax, back when he was a data clerk. “He still goes by Megatronus?”

“Yeah, I guess he never changed it after he became Prime...”

Arcee was the one who spoke now, clearly shocked, “Megatron became Prime?”

Jack looked to her with the very curiosity he often looked to the Decepticons with, the curiosity he always had when the Cons would talk about Cybertron and their lives before the war. “Yeah, why do you seem so surprised?”

“Because it was I who became Prime in this world,” Optimus replied, clearing up several details.

“Oh,” Jack found himself saying, “That would explain the name change.” At the curious looks of the Bots, Jack continued, “In my world, the Autobot leader is just Orion. I guess he dropped the Pax part once the war started.”

After a while longer of back and forth, Jack answering the other four’s questions and vice versa, they soon were all caught up. Jack found that these Autobots are far better than the Autobots in his world. He found Miko and Raf were here too, with Autobots of their own for guardians. All the talk did make Jack feel sad, it made him miss the Decepticons of his world. Starscream, with all his esteem issues, Megatronus, with his wise words, always knowing what to say, Soundwave, with how he always could help Raf just right, Breakdown, with how much he cared about Miko, Knockout, with how he cared for the human’s safety, despite knowing little of how humans worked. He even missed Skyquake, who he hadn’t known very long, and Shockwave, who’s inventions had a habit of not always working quite right.

That also made him think of another small detail, “What about MECH?” Jack asked, catching the others off guard.

“MECH want to use Cybertronians to create a human and Cybertronian hybrid. Monsters,” Ratchet scoffed, “What? Were they heroes in your world?”

“Not exactly.” Jack groaned, “More like an occasionally insufferable human resistance. Sometimes they helped, sometimes they made everything worse.”

June checks her watch, “It’s about time we head home,”

Optimus spoke to Jack before he got into his mom’s car. He was stilled a bit uncomfortable riding Arcee, since he’d never touched a motorcycle before. “Jack, I hope you will feel welcomed here.”

“You’ve all been really nice, I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Still, you are stuck here until we can find a way to make things right and send you back and bring our Jack here.”

“I know you all will do you’re best, if you’re anything like the Con’s of my world,”

“Your faith is appreciated.”

#transformers #maccadam #jack darby #Transformers Prime #optimus prime #june darby #tfp optimus prime #broken mirrors and broken perceptions #bmbp #my writing

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scribeofmorpheus · 6 years

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I Don’t Dance To Dubstep part 3 (A Deadpool Fic)

Part One, Part Two

Here is a deleted scene of dialogue for this chapter if you are interested!

A/N: Okay so the conversation with Cable about the scars isn't intended to be a metaphor for self-harm or hint at bad parenting. Instead, it is meant to be a metaphor for embracing ones perfectly imperfect flaws like stretch marks or cellulite or skin discolouration. In short, it's nothing ominous. Also, this is the longest chapter yet! And don’t mind the fact I inserted myself into the fic, he does like to break that fourth wall of realism that darned Wade Wilson! Readers mutant power given alter ego is DJ, so no ‘Y/N’ in this chapter.

Words: 2399

Warnings: Mature Language,

(Gif isn’t mine)

"Okay be honest, what would you want your stripper name to be?" Wade continued his useless musings with Domino over the comms.

"That's easy: Lady Luck," Domino said without having to think about it.

"Huh… I'd go with Shiklah the Divorcer, abbreviate it to STD." Wade said wryly. There was a larger story behind his words.

"What?" Domino asked, completely oblivious to the context of the STD jeer, although truthfully, no one else seemed to get it either.

"Are we all in position?" asked Wade over the secure channel. Your earpiece felt like nails on a chalkboard due to your ability to focus sound waves. Your head snapped to the side and you made a hissing noise. Cable, who had been partnered up with you shot a concerned look your way. You raised your scarred hands up to signal you were fine.

"We're in position," Cable answered, the feedback from your proximity to each other caused another intense soundwave to vibrate through you. You winced and decided to remove the earpiece. "Won't you need that?" Cable asked you.

You gave a half crooked smile, "That's what you're here for, isn't it? Kick ass, not take names and listen to Wade's annoying voice shouting profane nonsense into your ears?"

Cable hummed, unamused by the image you just painted in his mind, "Unfortunately," he said. He opened his fanny pack- Ahem! His utility bag- and grabbed his lip balm, applying some on with a very serious expression on his face while maintaining eye contact with you. It felt both intimate and weird all at once. You were definitely confused by it. According to Wade, he did that a lot.

You cackled in a dramatic fashion after the eye contact turned from intense to awkwardly silly, filling the empty street with a Wicked-Witch-of-the-West sounding laugh echoing through the empty street. Bored, you used your abilities to amplify the frequency, making the laugh boom louder.

Cable tilted his head as Wade undoubtedly had something to say about your use of your powers for no reason other than boredom, "Wade said to keep it down to the 'sexy octave levels of James Earl Jones'," Cable relayed to you.

You whispered "Fuck you, Wade Wilson," and amplified the sound of your words into an even louder pitch until the glass windows groaned from the intensity and Cable was forced to cover his ears from the sheer volume of it.

"That's not exactly keeping things discrete, DJ, might want to tone it down a bit!" Cable shouted in discomfort, his words drowned out by the frequency of your own.

"Yeah, well we've been sitting in this car park dressed like background characters of a Will and Grace special for two hours now. If she was indeed on her way here, she'd have been here by now!" You huffed.

The two of you were on rear exit duty. If Wade and Domino failed to trap and kidnap the new contract, the two of you would give her a rude awakening. To your annoyance, your target was uncharacteristically tardy today, so for now, all four of you waited, dressed in the most unflattering disguises, staying incognito while stalking around the building your target regularly frequented. It was a Chinese restaurant that acted as a front for an illegal underground gambling ring. Your target was a pill pushing 'Madame' who had a habit of gambling away half her profits.

Cable closed his eyes and leaned against the hood of the car you drove in, it was a taxi, Deadpool had called up his pal Dopinder, who was out on a coffee run, to drive the four of you to the location. You sat cross-legged, shades shielding your eyes from the sun, on top of the warm yellow hood, there was an odd impression on the opposite side of the bumper that looked like the kind of mark someone who had been run over would leave.

Cable was taking slow, thoughtful breaths, not at all bored by the inactivity. You had noticed he always carried a teddy bear everywhere with him, it was quite the juxtaposition to his otherwise serious, brooding default setting. Letting curiosity win over you, you blurted out: "What's the deal with little Osito there?"

Osito was Spanish for bear. You had grown up in a bilingual household. Your mom was the one who prominently spoke Spanish at home, you had an easy time picking it up as a kid.

"What's the deal with the scars on your hands?" He asked, deflecting his personal question by asking you a personal question of your own. Smartass. He thought he had the upper hand, he assumed you wouldn't be comfortable talking about your scars, everyone always assumed that. He was in for a rude awakening!

"Casualty of being such a badass!" you quipped playfully. Cable gave you a small chuckle making you feel like you had just paved through a new milestone in your… acquaintance-ship?

"Is that so?"

"I managed to bring the great Cable to his knees on our first meeting, so yeah, I say so," you smirked proudly at him and he scowled.

"As a kid, my parents didn't understand what I was. I didn't either. I'd cause small quakes when I was angry or sad or happy or excited. Murdered a lot of Mom's fine china. Busted Dad's TV once. Eventually, they couldn't pretend anymore, and I saw how much I scared them. I scared myself if I'm honest. They told me to be normal, stop with all my craziness. I didn't know any better, I didn't know my abilities were as much a part of me as the colour of my eyes or the slant of my nose, so I repressed it. These-" you rotated your hands this way and that, giving Cable a show of spirit fingers, showcasing all the scars and tears from years of cuts and numerous surgeries, "These were the resulting effect. I broke many fingers. Some cases the waves would slice through skin. After my eighth break, I said 'Fuck it!' I began to use my abilities freely and openly. Of course, I was smart enough to know when to be discrete and when to wreak untold havoc upon some asshole who groped my ass in high school. And I haven't looked back ever since."

You had shocked Cable with your candour. You never minded explaining the scars, they were just younger versions of your many battle wounds. They made you what you are -which may not be perfect, but you couldn't give a flying fuck if you didn't conform to societies controlled demographic of normalcy. You were a rebel all your own. You gave Cable a wink, not at all shy or embarrassed that you just spilt private secrets so nonchalantly.

"Jesus," he said, only with less sarcasm then you ever thought him able to muster. "Did you kill him? The Asshole in high school?"

You laughed, amused at his question. He must think you some sociopath. Then again with an apathetic partner like Truth Dog and a habit of shooting up Wade all the time, he might not be wrong. It was still fun though!

"No, I didn't kill him. I used my sonic frequency to shatter all his trophies the school displayed in the trophy case. I may not have seen it, but I know he cried afterwards. Murder isn't the only solution you know. Some days you just have to find what stupid, materialist things people associate with their self-worth and-" You focused a low-frequency sound wave on the car and the window glass shattered in your demonstration, "Apply enough pressure!"

"My CAR!" Dopinder whined from behind you as he raced over to the taxi with his tray of coffees.

"Whoops!" You whispered before pointing nonchalantly to Cable, "He forgot to set his gun to stun. He sneezed and it just went off. Be glad he hadn't had the dial turned up to 11!" You blatantly threw Cable under the bus. He didn't say anything, but you could feel his cool eyes staring at you in less than amused mood. You giggled playfully.

"Yeah, well I hope you can pay for this Mr Cable, because I already have that dent to get out from Mr Pool's joyride when he was drunk that one time and decided to go all GTA on everyone," Dopinder said in his accented tone.

"Put it on my tab," Cable growled, causing Dopinder to gulp, a bead of sweat gathering above his temple.

"On second thought, I'll just put it on Mr Pool's tab. Since he'll… you know, need to use my cab again."

"Did you say something, Mr Roboto?" You heard Deadpool coo over the earpiece at Cable.

"Your coffee is here," Cable said. Through the earpiece, you heard Wade make an excited squealing noise and what sounded like Domino sighing heavily.

Some seconds later, Deadpool and Domino came repelling down a pipe from the roof and rushed over to get their coffees from Dopinder. Domino chose to wear her hair in stylish Bantu Knots, she had said it was a bad hair day, but she looked as flawless as ever. You were afraid you might be in love with her, or maybe it was her hair or the fact she had heterochromia, or at the very least you were maybe little too obsessed with her outfit! Who cared, Domino was plain freaking awesome!

"Give me that sugary goodness," Deadpool said as he kissed Dopinder through his mask and reached for his coffee. He took his mask off halfway, exposing his mouth, and sucked down dramatically on the frothiest, most hideous excuse for a coffee you had ever seen.

Domino grabbed her macchiato and Cable his latte, you were surprised someone all dark and brooding and serious like him would drink anything with milk in it. You grabbed your cappuccino and thanked Dopinder who was drinking a milkshake.

"What the FUCK is this?" Deadpool asked after he finally finished taking his first sip, more like chug. "This isn't the Caramel Macchiato, Venti, Skim, Extra Shot, Extra-Hot, Extra-Whip, Sugar-Free coffee I ordered!" He bellowed loudly.

"Are you sure that thing is even classified as coffee anymore?" Domino quipped after taking a sip of her macchiato.

"Are you sure that thing is even classified as coffee anymore?" Wade mimicked like a four-year-old brat.

"Whatever," Domino said raising her hands in the air and rolling her eyes.

"The real question is: Where is this easy target and big payday you promised me?" You inched closer to Wade with a look that could kill. You blew air in his ear and amplified the inaudible frequency so that it damn near scrambled his brain. He squalled like a crying child with colic and dropped his Starbucks cup, foam and syrup and what little actual coffee there was in it splattered on the hood of the car coating everyone in the sickly sweet liquid except for Domino, by some unfair miracle.

"That's just fucking great!" Cable said in annoyance as he used his free hand to wipe away the frothy foam that covered his chest. You did the same and licked some of the foam off your finger, all the guys ogled you like you were some damn peacock.

"Men!" Domino said in disgust. You giggled as the gleeful feeling of dominating power coursed through you.

"To answer your question, Carrie White," Wade was referring to you.

"Carrie had telekinetic powers, Mr Pool, wouldn't it make more sense to call her Abra Stone, I'm pretty sure if she tried DJ could generate an earthquake too?" Dopinder asked innocently.

"No, Dopinder, what would make more sense would be to call her Black Canary, but given as how that is a completely different comic book universe and the fact that whoever thought up DJ's powers was an unimaginative lout who couldn't think up something cooler than sound manipulation and also thought DJ was an intuitive play on words and abilities, no, I do not think it would be better to call her Abra Stone. Shockwave maybe... but that’s trdemarked by Hasbro, so," everyone looked at Deadpool in confusion. "Anyway! I'm pretty sure she'll show up any minu-" Deadpool was interrupted by the sound of his phone receiving a message.

"Whoops, Ha-ha, forgot to put that on vibrate," Wade wiggled his eyebrows which strained against the tight fabric of his mask, "Ah, it's Weasel, apparently Madam Mayflower… Pffft- Mayflower! Anyway, apparently, she's not coming. She's going somewhere else today. Oooh! It's a Burlesque Club!"

"Well, what's the fucking plan?" Cable asked showing signs of impatience for the first time.

Wade looked over at you, Cable and Domino, his eyebrows clearly raised in mischief behind his mask.

“Now Madonna, Cher and… The Jackson Five,” he pointed to each of you, assigning you with the corresponding singer’s name.

Domino rolled her eyes at being designated as the entire music group of the Jackson Five (it was no doubt a play on the fact she usually wore her hair in an afro).

Wade made sure he used his most diva emulating performance to sell his pitch, “Put on your favourite dancing shoes and wear your skimpiest outfit. Because ladies, we’re going to put on the best burlesque show of our lives!”

“Jesus,” Cable grumbled. You noticed he did that a lot. You wondered if it would ever stop being comical and turn annoying.

Domino raised her hand.

“Yes, Jackson Five?”

“Which 80′s singer are you in this scenario?”

“Why, the legendary Dolly Parton, of course!” Deadpool said gleefully

"What about me Mr Pool?" Dopinder asked feeling a little left out.

"You are Driving Miss Daisy, now common let's go," Wade walked in imaginary heels and sauntered like a runway model to the front seat in the cab.

"That's not even a singer," Dopinder said with a frown.

"Hey, at least you aren't given the title of an entire music group just because of your hair!" Domino said in deadpan.

"Nah, he just got stereotyped as a slow cab driver!" You chimed in before taking your seat in the middle of the cab.

Part Four is HERE!

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verdigrisprowl · 5 years

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Dec 24 Dancitron Movie Night - Gotham s2 e4-6

Primus showed up and made things snow. There was general consternation. Primus assured them that the snow wasn’t acidic.

Prowl only vaguely liked that the new police chief in the show was fighting corruption, but he was doing it so badly and introducing so many new bad aspects to the police that he couldn’t really support them.

Soundwave finally let Prowl help clean after the show.

Today NoodlesAtNight 7:31 pm ((A note - I don't know how many will be around tonight, we'll see what's what by 8)) SCProwl 7:31 pm ((k SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:32 pm ((tbh I'm not sure how long I'll be around either)) ((it's kinda up in the air rn- the Family Obligations might call me away) NoodlesAtNight 7:32 pm ((perfectly understandable)) NoodlesAtNight 7:34 pm *For the moment, Soundwave will be poking around arranging things. He's got the usual array of snacks and drinks out, and is draped across his couch. That's right, he's doing all of this by feeler.* SCProwl 7:43 pm *arrives early for a change* NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm [[Nothing to do at the police station?]] Angorumoa 7:44 pm [*bleps at the group then goes to let the doggo out*] NoodlesAtNight 7:44 pm ((blep! hi doggo)) SCProwl 7:45 pm I was able to finish my datawork a little earlier. We've finally gotten our system up and running. Angorumoa 7:46 pm [Oh geeze. SNOW OUTSIDE. Okay I may need to shovel it off the porch before I figure out who joins. A good two inches have built up. Maybe three.] Boomtank 7:46 pm ((HAH SCProwl 7:46 pm ((nice NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm ((snooooow i'm so jealous. good luck))

*Soundwave tilts his helm.* [[Bevel making herself useful, is she?]] Angorumoa 7:47 pm [And YOU, aubade, wee need to see Bumblebee some monday] Boomtank 7:47 pm ((Like when I'm not recovering from mushing my car? Angorumoa 7:47 pm [Yes. THE ONE TIME YOU DON'T HAVE CAFFINE] Boomtank 7:47 pm ((yeah, that was....embarrassing Boomtank 7:48 pm ((hopefully it's still in theaters by the time I get my car fixed verdigrisprowl 7:48 pm *arrives* SCProwl 7:48 pm Well, she's prone to listening to music in at least one audial but she organizes data more efficiently than any police filing clerk I've ever seen. verdigrisprowl 7:49 pm *efficient data organization?* Who are we talking about? Boomtank 7:49 pm -And Blaster is just...going to drop into a seat- SCProwl 7:49 pm Bevel. NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm [[You say that as though you disapprove.]] *He, obviously, does not.*

[[Ah. And your alternate has arrived.]] *Pings Prowl hello and nods to Blaster. Good evening, there.* verdigrisprowl 7:49 pm Ah. Really? Huh. Boomtank 7:50 pm -tired wave back. Hello.- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:50 pm *the dragon shows up- her cast is /finally/ off, praise the goddess! she's brought snacks for Soundwave, and she can put them where they belong!* Hello, Soundwave, everyone! NoodlesAtNight 7:50 pm [[Greetings, dragon. Ah - no medical equipment? Healed at last?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:52 pm All bones are back to where they belong! *the dragon extends her wing out fully to show off* I should try and be careful with it, but I'm cleared to fly short distances and everything! verdigrisprowl 7:52 pm *... where were the bones last time* NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm *Soundwave dutifully admires the healed wing while fetching a hot drink for Blaster with a feeler. Poor mech always looks like he's about to perish on the spot.* Boomtank 7:53 pm -he's dealing with stubborn neutrals that think they know more than they actually do- NoodlesAtNight 7:54 pm *That's a good question. Somewhere else in the wing he supposes.* verdigrisprowl 7:54 pm *ain't that just how neutrals are.* Angorumoa 7:55 pm [doggo in and snow shovelled] NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm ((yay! wb)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:56 pm *they were broken in half, so trying to escape out the membrane. aka, not where they needed to be.* Boomtank 7:56 pm -Yep. If it would not be bad form, he'd call them out on it- Angorumoa 7:56 pm [Half tempted to go HEY LET IT SNOW ON CYBERTRON] Boomtank 7:56 pm -well, more than he already did today- ((SNOW)) verdigrisprowl 7:56 pm ((that'd be awful for the natural landscape)) Angorumoa 7:57 pm [shhhh it'd be fine SCProwl 7:57 pm *nods to alternate and finds her seat while she thinks how to word a reply to Soundwave's comment* I don't disapprove. It doesn't distract her from what she's doing and I also perform a number of tasks simultaneously. Mine just don't tend to result in outbursts of singing. NoodlesAtNight 7:57 pm ((soundwave will huddled indoors under 20 tarps and hiss at the windows)) Boomtank 7:58 pm -still going to take the drink and give Soundwave a tired smile- Thanks. Angorumoa 7:58 pm [He'll have to wear an ugly sweater] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:58 pm ((the dragon will show up with her rebreather and roll around outside the windows)) verdigrisprowl 7:58 pm ((oh no)) ((poor soundwave)) ((i guess)) ((he'll just)) Angorumoa 7:58 pm [Prowl gets one too] verdigrisprowl 7:58 pm ((have to cuddle with prowl)) ((for warmth)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:58 pm ((ohohohoho)) Angorumoa 7:58 pm [Everyone gets ugly sweaters NoodlesAtNight 7:58 pm ((oh no how terrible. how will he ever stop laughing at the ugly sweater)) SCProwl 7:59 pm ((Prowl wouldn't mind a very mild acidic snowfall as she'd totally collect some to add to her acid collection Boomtank 7:59 pm ((Primus, don't do that. Angorumoa 7:59 pm [ouo [*going to do it* NoodlesAtNight 7:59 pm ((prowl just gobbling snow "thanks for the weaponry refill god" )) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:59 pm ((...oh, right. cybertronian precipitation is acidic)) Boomtank 7:59 pm ((do not SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm ((the dragon maybe... should not roll in that.)) Angorumoa 8:00 pm [*GUNNA DO IT* SCProwl 8:00 pm ((yeah that'd be bad Boomtank 8:00 pm ((and yes, unless we want dragon soup SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm ((no dragon soop for you)) Boomtank 8:00 pm ((BAD PRIMUS NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm ((OKAY there is actually enough of a crowd tonight for us to progress thru s2 so i don't need to switch to an xmas cartoon. thankfully, because i have already watched so many aha)) Angorumoa 8:00 pm [christmassss] Boomtank 8:01 pm ((oh right, feck, that's tomorrow Angorumoa 8:01 pm *Totally debatable snow outside and ugly sweaters for everyone. Totally debatable whether reality or not.* SCProwl 8:01 pm ((tho explaining it ic would be funny "uh, it's the only signal I could get from earth aside from some very annoying speech by a very orange man Boomtank 8:01 pm ((HAH ((yes SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:02 pm ((boo, no orange man)) ((he's bad)) Boomtank 8:02 pm (('humans can come in that color?' NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm ((we won't have the orange man here tonight. or any night. all right, warnings: GOTHAM S2 4-6 // Violence, blood, death, police militarization (trust me, it won't work out), poor depictions of mental illnesses, foul language. Alfred being a dick to Selina, Nice Guy Nygma, Butch's brainwashing, 'family' abuse, a loose eye, severed limbs, charred humans, prison comments I thhhink are in bad taste.)) ((but also more tabitha so like it evens out.)) verdigrisprowl 8:03 pm ((i choose to believe that all transformers continuities take place in universes where someone mildly more tolerable was elected SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:03 pm ((it's what we deserve)) Boomtank 8:03 pm ((yes Angorumoa 8:03 pm [I know noooothing about Gotham, so ey, all the confusion on my end. Also it may or may not be snowing outside with suddenly ugly sweaters on robots] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:03 pm ((does the dragon get a sweater)) Angorumoa 8:03 pm [of course] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:04 pm ((fuck yeah)) Boomtank 8:04 pm ((GDI PRIMUS Angorumoa 8:04 pm [with proper wing openings] SCProwl 8:04 pm ((TF timelines are the good timeline? verdigrisprowl 8:04 pm ((well, depending on the timeline, the decepticons MIGHT kill billions of people, so, yknow)) ((*weighing scales gesture*)) SCProwl 8:04 pm ((fair point SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:05 pm ((yeah but megatron does a hit and run on the orange man and kills him instantly so)) ((also soundwave steals all of jeff bezos' assets)) NoodlesAtNight 8:05 pm ((basically what you need to know is: bruce is a baby, he's trying to find out who killed his parents, penguin's a boss, and a new arrival in town is trying to get revenge for his family's erasure in history by installing himself in a position of power. nygma's slowly sliding into riddler land and there's something shady going down at wayne enterprises. there you go!)) SCProwl 8:05 pm ((that's why Soundwave's so rich Angorumoa 8:06 pm [Stuff! I may debatable mute and watch my= dog wtf are you doing out there] SCProwl 8:06 pm Oh, we're watching this again? Boomtank 8:06 pm ((ooooi NoodlesAtNight 8:06 pm ((soundwave just sells his rations of rare metals he doesn't like and makes his money that way)) [[Yes. The story continues.]] SCProwl 8:07 pm May I have a visual? Angorumoa 8:07 pm *distant nooting outside* verdigrisprowl 8:07 pm *pings video* NoodlesAtNight 8:07 pm [[Of course. One mom-- those blasted flobsters are back.]] verdigrisprowl 8:07 pm Got it. NoodlesAtNight 8:07 pm [[Ravage! Ravage, if you please.]] =On it.=- SCProwl 8:07 pm *accepts with a grateful ping* NoodlesAtNight 8:07 pm [[Ah, thank you.]] verdigrisprowl 8:08 pm *... leans on soundwave* Boomtank 8:08 pm -tucking legs under him at nooting- NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm *Lean! Good. Comfortable.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm *the dragon clambers up onto the arm of the couch to hang out with Soundwave, if that's okay. she'd hunt flobsters, but...* SCProwl 8:08 pm I suppose that's one way to get attention. NoodlesAtNight 8:08 pm *She is absolutely welcome up there.* [[Do not worry. We will not allow any flobsters inside. Nobody will be electrocuted tonight.]] verdigrisprowl 8:08 pm *...... caaaaasually laces hands around Soundwave's arm.* NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm *Caaaaaasually settles a hand on those hands. Ahh.* Angorumoa 8:09 pm *Ravage can get a nice lobster snack outdoors. And possibly get a ride on back inside cause Primus just strolls in like a god does.* NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm [[He hopes someone doesn't have to pay for that chair.]] Boomtank 8:09 pm I'd appreciate them remaining outside verdigrisprowl 8:09 pm Taxpayers. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:09 pm If they sneak in, I'll fight them. *flobsters would probably be quite a fight for a fox-sized dragon.* NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm *Ravage will 100% ride on Primus. He likes to feel tall.* [[Oh, he likes this one.]] SCProwl 8:10 pm Agreed. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:11 pm *Ravage is supremely valid* verdigrisprowl 8:12 pm ... I'm... skeptical of the long-term efficacy of this approach. Angorumoa 8:13 pm *Ravage can chill out up on his shoulders then. And get a scritch if he's feeling it while Primus may need to duck to actually get inside. For reasons he's a tad taller than usual. And just way late on, like, /everything/ else.* NoodlesAtNight 8:13 pm ((frick is it skipping/blanking)) verdigrisprowl 8:13 pm It's the correct thing to do but I don't think that's the correct way to achieve it. verdigrisprowl 8:14 pm ((it's fine here)) NoodlesAtNight 8:14 pm [[What are the flaws in his approach?]] *Curious.* verdigrisprowl 8:14 pm And I'm a /little/ bit skeptical of anyone who talks about bringing back respect for law and order. NoodlesAtNight 8:16 pm [[Elaborate?]] *That is not something he expected a cop to say. He'd like to know why - not that he disagrees.* verdigrisprowl 8:16 pm For one thing, he only fired a small fraction of the corrupt cops. The rest are now on their toes and ready to team up against someone who threatens their way of life. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm [[Covering for one another, or harming him? Both?]] verdigrisprowl 8:18 pm Both. Boomtank 8:18 pm -just going to curl up in the seat now, listening more to the room than the show- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:18 pm And once again, Penguin showing off his weakness comes to bite him. NoodlesAtNight 8:19 pm [[He really should have sent her somewhere safe.]] verdigrisprowl 8:19 pm And in my experience, when I've met enforcers who talk about making the civilians respect them, they're USUALLY not talking about becoming more respectable. Oh look, he's already talking about murdering suspects. What a surprise. SCProwl 8:19 pm I changed my mind. NoodlesAtNight 8:19 pm [[And he no longer likes this human.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:19 pm I'm not sure if safe is "far away" or "at his side at all times," really. Neither one seems to appeal. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:20 pm *bares fangs* Bite his throat out. NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm [[Far away. She can't be hurt if no one can locate her.]] [[For Primus' sake. War does not make a fantastic police officer.]] Angorumoa 8:21 pm *Primus put a warm blanket around Blaster's shoulders. Give him something to hold onto while he listened to the few mechs, and one dragon, gathered on the eve.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:21 pm War makes horrors and nightmares. NoodlesAtNight 8:22 pm [[...He apologizes for cursing.]] *To Primus.* [[Agreed, dragon.]] verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm His hard stance against corruption is the only thing going for him. Boomtank 8:22 pm -ooooh, blanket, don't mind as he hides in it now- Thanks SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:22 pm *the dragon looks over, sees Primus, and just about jumps out of her fur* ... verdigrisprowl 8:22 pm Wh—? *glances for who Soundwave's apologizing to.* Oh. Hi. verdigrisprowl 8:23 pm So. All angry, half of them out for revenge. Angorumoa 8:23 pm *Casual shrug to Soundwave. By far not the worse he's heard. Gives Blaster a little rub on the helm then looks over at the others.* Amusing that only now you realize I'm here. SCProwl 8:23 pm They should be addressing the rampant poverty in this city, not preparing a military squad to murder criminals. verdigrisprowl 8:24 pm You don't— Newbs don't join strike forces! NoodlesAtNight 8:24 pm [[He dreams himself a warlord. Hmph.]]

[[And he knew you were here. Ravage informed him. Thank you for your presence.]] SCProwl 8:24 pm Your officers. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:24 pm *the dragon sniffs the air curiously. smells like Primus.* ...Hi. verdigrisprowl 8:24 pm "What do we have to l—"?! You have LIVES to lose! Theirs AND those of the people they're going to be pointing guns at! Angorumoa 8:25 pm Hello. You know it is snowing? NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[It -- /what?/ ]] SCProwl 8:25 pm It's--what? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm *that gets the dragon's interest* Snow?! SCProwl 8:25 pm No! Boomtank 8:25 pm -hums and settles- You tend to do that thing where you....what SCProwl 8:25 pm Do not go outside. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:25 pm Is it acid snow? Can I play in it? NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm *Twists to look through the doors.* [[...He'll pencil in a repaint.]] Angorumoa 8:25 pm No. Yes. NoodlesAtNight 8:25 pm [[No! Do not play in it!]] verdigrisprowl 8:25 pm *glances at the door before remembering his alternate and turning back to the screen.* Boomtank 8:26 pm Primus. Primus why? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:26 pm *wait. Primus said yes. Soundwave said no. confusion.* NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Already inching closer to Prowl.*

[[He's going to have to replace the doors again too.]] *Long-suffering vent. Oh well. At least Buzzsaw makes good use of the glass scraps.* Angorumoa 8:27 pm *Shrugs.* I had a bit... excess power that needed an outlet. It is only limited to about... thirty feet in a circle outside. Boomtank 8:27 pm Primus that was a bad idea. verdigrisprowl 8:27 pm Did it have to be a circle that's populated? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm ...Docent! Don't hit a hatchling! verdigrisprowl 8:28 pm She murdered someone. NoodlesAtNight 8:28 pm [[Who was going to have them murdered first.]] SCProwl 8:28 pm *Prowl's vents stutter at the mention of Primus* Angorumoa 8:29 pm No one was around other than a flobster that Ravage ate. Not going to do any harm to the area. verdigrisprowl 8:29 pm ... She /murdered/ someone. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:29 pm So he's going to sock a hatchling in the face? That doesn't teach her anything but not to trust him. verdigrisprowl 8:30 pm I don't think a punch is too harsh for a murderer. Angorumoa 8:30 pm [we lost a noodle] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:30 pm ((oh shit soundwave's gone)) ((ANARCHY)) ((set the chat on fire)) NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm ((trying to make my screen stop dying sorry)) Boomtank 8:30 pm Primus, what about this area? We're kinda in it? Aren't we? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:30 pm ((valid)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:31 pm *guh. the riddling human disappoints her.* verdigrisprowl 8:31 pm And why spend that energy on snow instead of... making more energon? Angorumoa 8:31 pm I said thirty /feet/, not miles. It isn't a massive area. The dragon go roll around in the snow if she wishes to. Not going to cause harm to her nor the landscape. NoodlesAtNight 8:32 pm [[...If it isn't acidic, then very well.]] verdigrisprowl 8:32 pm That's gonna rust. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:32 pm *excuse the dragon as she /zooms/ out the door. SNOW TIME.* NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm [[We will scrub it in the morning. The dragon has been injured for weeks. He would see her enjoy herself.]] Angorumoa 8:33 pm You know energon in most cases is my /blood/? And no it wont. It is on a self recycling loop. Not actually touching the ground. verdigrisprowl 8:33 pm You know that energon is ALL our blood? NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm ((i'm gonna restart computer, brb - scp has remote)) SCProwl 8:34 pm I'm going outside. If you don't mind, I'll keep the video connection, Captain? verdigrisprowl 8:34 pm Go ahead. It won't be disorienting? Boomtank 8:35 pm -finishes drink and kinda hides under the blanket now- SCProwl 8:35 pm Better than-- *remembers the last time she didn't fall into everyone's deluded belief that this person is Primus* --i'll be fine. I need air. verdigrisprowl 8:35 pm Very well. Angorumoa 8:35 pm *Chin stroke.* I do, Prowl. I also remember the time I was shedding energon as a naga... Those were very early and interesting days when the Grays were more active. SCProwl 8:36 pm *stands up and leaves* Angorumoa 8:36 pm [Those were very weird but fun days. M!A everywhere.] verdigrisprowl 8:37 pm A "naga"? SCProwl 8:38 pm *ducks out into the snow and immediately starts scanning what's already fallen for acidity* Angorumoa 8:38 pm A naga is a hybrid of a snake and a human, somewhat. From the chest up is the humanoid and the bottom is a long snake of varying description. [Unrelated: STUPIDCRICKETSINMYEARS] SCProwl 8:38 pm ((Zsasz~~~ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm *the dragon is rolling around and kicking snow into the air* Angorumoa 8:38 pm [Tinnitus I think is goddamn horrible] verdigrisprowl 8:39 pm Sorry, snake and a "human"? You mean, from the chest up, it looks like, uh...... /us/? Boomtank 8:39 pm Grayfaces got to you too? Angorumoa 8:40 pm *The snow outside was just that, snow. 'Fluffy' frozen water that melted when it warmed. It melted faster while the dragon rolled about in it.*

Ah, yes. Sorry. It was one of the many hybrid designs that were going around. Less popular than the mer. verdigrisprowl 8:40 pm Well, there's one new rookie down. verdigrisprowl 8:41 pm *gives him a quick funny look for comparing the anatomy to aliens instead of, like, themselves; but then back to the movie.* SCProwl 8:41 pm *low acidity, then. so her paint won't get ruined then, that's fine. uses her hand to guide her to a good place to lean against the wall* You're missing the show. Angorumoa 8:42 pm *Shrug. They shared the bipedal shape with humans and certain other species that were like that. It was a common design that was semi-efficient. Having free front forelimbs was a very good thing for a species.* NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm *Soundwave startles back to awareness. Had to reassure the minicon complex that the snow was expected and not dangerous.* Boomtank 8:42 pm -don't mind as he gets up to trot outside to see the snow, blanket trailing behind him- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:43 pm *the dragon mrrps, looking over at Not-VerdigrisProwl Prowl* It's nice to see snow here. There's plenty of it at home, but... verdigrisprowl 8:43 pm She shouldn't be there. He's a mass of stitched-together red flags. NoodlesAtNight 8:43 pm [[No, she shouldn't. She should have left when she got up.]] NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm *Somewhat worried now.* SCProwl 8:45 pm Is it acidic on your planet as well? *tenses slightly at Blaster walking back out, recognizing him by the sounds he's making* It's low-acidity, Blaster. Angorumoa 8:45 pm *Might end up transforming the snow into a proper resource at the end of the night since he had been putting his energy into it. It wouldn't just be a 'pretty' waste.* Boomtank 8:45 pm Oh. Nice. Hi. Sorry if I startled you. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm It's not as acidic as normal Cybertronian rain. It's more or less the typical pH of pure water. verdigrisprowl 8:46 pm ... He could at least tell Gym why he's doing it. Maybe not who's got the hostage, but. SCProwl 8:46 pm It's fine. Water can be quite acidic to some species actually. NoodlesAtNight 8:47 pm *Notices most everyone has gone outside.*

*.........Settles up right proper against Prowl. Maybe a tiny shoulder nip. Not like anyone but Primus is watching anyway* verdigrisprowl 8:48 pm *if he weren't on camera duty, he'd return it as a kiss.* NoodlesAtNight 8:48 pm *The thought is appreciated*

[[...He can understand the Penguin's rage, in a way. He does not have a mother, but - well. He has others.]] Boomtank 8:49 pm -flops more than sits on ground- I mean, the dragon isn't in pain, so... Angorumoa 8:49 pm *Even then is only half paying attention. Prowl and Soundwave were cute. A good pair they made for helping each other and more. Don't mind his grin. Thinking to himself while keeping track of the outside conversation.* NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm [[And Theo plays a dangerous game. Penguin /did/ erase all the competition in a year.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:50 pm Right, it can be. I forget, sometimes. verdigrisprowl 8:51 pm *taps Soundwave's arm* Just so you're forewarned, if someone ever takes you hostage, I'm continuing with business as usual and taking it on faith that you can extract yourself. SCProwl 8:51 pm What's your planet like? It's organic, yes? SCProwl 8:52 pm *would appreciate alternate not kissing Soundwave if she knew about it* NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm *Glances over.* [[He accepts this warning and the inherent compliment. Though he does hope that you will mind any messages he sends if - for some rare reason - he cannot get out on his own.]] *Pause.* [[Would you like him to react similarly, or...?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:53 pm Yes, it is. It's rather different, really. It was very weird to see stars for the first time- I come from a pocket dimension, as they're called, so there's been only the one solar system for my entire life. It's a cold planet, so more snow than rain. But we make it work. We got to the moon! And built a space elevator and satellites to facilitate transit. SCProwl 8:55 pm A pocket dimension. Your universe has a reachable stopping point? Is that how you were able to access other universes? verdigrisprowl 8:55 pm Depends on what I have to do to get you out. I'm not interested in being blackmailed. NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[Why would he blackmail you?]] verdigrisprowl 8:56 pm No, whoever has you hostage. Presumably, if you're being kept hostage and I'm being told and you can't get out, it's because they're trying to use you to get something out of me. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm Ah... I mean, technically, it might? I haven't found it yet. What happened was that an alternate of the Soundwave hosting us was accidentally sent to my dimension- which was a very cruel thing to do, because there were defense systems emplaced that could well have killed him, and there's no energon there. SCProwl 8:56 pm *huffs in annoyance at Galavan's acting* Boomtank 8:57 pm -curious blink at the other Prowl- Something happen? NoodlesAtNight 8:57 pm [[Ah. Well, you needn't kill anyone. Should it come to that, his deployers would take care of that part.]] [[Preferably his captor.]] *Huff.* SCProwl 8:57 pm Galavan asked for Gordon to support his campaign for mayor. verdigrisprowl 8:58 pm Preferably. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm Galvan is going to reap what he sows. Boomtank 8:58 pm ....huh? Oh, the show. Yeah, that's kinda ranging in on stupid Angorumoa 8:59 pm *Small grin.* Guess I should stay hands off if something serious were to happen to either of you? Let you work out your own fates. *Shh. Small butting in.* NoodlesAtNight 8:59 pm *Glance over.* [[Well. He wouldn't say no to divine interference. He'd be a fool if he did.]] verdigrisprowl 9:00 pm Oh, well, if you're offering. Angorumoa 9:00 pm *Laughs.* SCProwl 9:00 pm It's interesting that so many of the universes that have found their way to others has been by accident or space bridge malfunctions. NoodlesAtNight 9:01 pm [[What can he say? We are on the pragmatic side.]] SCProwl 9:01 pm Blaster, how did you find your way into another universe the first time? NoodlesAtNight 9:02 pm [[Hm. Frenzy would like that one.]] Boomtank 9:02 pm ...stupidity. SCProwl 9:02 pm Intentional stupidity or accidental? verdigrisprowl 9:02 pm Mm. They kicked her friend. Serena's gonna kill them. Boomtank 9:02 pm Accidental Angorumoa 9:03 pm Even with the excuse of 'divine intervention,' not many would believe it. *Chuckles.* Casually nudging things to go the right way rather than just uplifting from danger. NoodlesAtNight 9:03 pm [[The napalm one, mind. Not the kicker.]]

[[And he would not complain if she did.]] Boomtank 9:04 pm I stumbled through a rift, and luckily found my way home...and then....had help developing a way to do so safely NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm [[Many things are drastically changed by a casual nudge. He would not -- where does he find a warehouse like /that/?]] verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm Believe, shmelieve. Anyone who wants to improve the odds is welcome to. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:04 pm Ah, I said accidentally. He was intended to be bridged to a dead universe. My universe isn't dead. verdigrisprowl 9:04 pm ((this looks like it could be a location in borderlands.)) SCProwl 9:04 pm *Prowl knows where one used to be* NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm ((i had so hoped you would think so too)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:04 pm It was an attempted murder, I should have said. NoodlesAtNight 9:05 pm *Minor startle* verdigrisprowl 9:05 pm ((friendly home depot style supermarket with friendly speaker announcements full of weapons and explosives)) *snorts at the explosion.* NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm *Lips draw back.* [[What are they /eating./ ]] verdigrisprowl 9:06 pm They called it fun dew. Angorumoa 9:06 pm *Grins then shakes his helm.* I am a god of favoritism, but such happens. Can't be there every moment for everyone. *Troublesome. Very much so. Anyway!

Rolls his shoulders.* Hmm. NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm [[It doesn't look fun. It looks... melted.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:07 pm [[Which is why he so appreciates all the moments you have been. Thank you.]] NoodlesAtNight quietly hugs brigit)) 9:08 pm verdigrisprowl 9:08 pm Some melted things are good. Have you tried warm gallium? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:08 pm ((d'aw)) Angorumoa 9:09 pm *Dips his helm.* Things that feel so small, but had such a big impact to where we are now. Such as you being my temporary vassal of transference. SCProwl 9:09 pm I've never been told how Soundwave and Ratchet stumbled onto another universe. It happened while they were on Earth during the war. verdigrisprowl 9:10 pm Being what a what now? NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm [[Not in a long time. Is it that good? The gallium.]]

*Soundwave looks over to Primus.* [[Whenever it is needed, sir. He will not mind.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:10 pm But they all got out okay, yes? The one I met... It would have been very bad if he hadn't been able to get help. Even though he only had the one deployer, his fuel supplies started low. I'm glad I could help him build the bridge, but I wish I knew what happened to him. He scrambled everything after he left, and I've never found him. NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm *And because Soundwave can hear things through the bugs outside:* @SCP: [[Shockwave's fault. Another space bridge incident.]] SCProwl 9:11 pm *eugh eye* verdigrisprowl 9:12 pm I like it. Better in mixes, but I'll take it by itself in shots too. Angorumoa 9:12 pm Preferably I won't need to call on you for something so extreme again. SCProwl 9:12 pm *not even surprised Soundwave can hear the conversation outside* @SW: [[Of course it was.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *Considers this.* [[He thinks there is some behind the bar. He will try it tonight after the others have left?]]

[[And preferably not - he'd like to think he does a better job of protecting you than that - but should it be necessary.]] [[Hm. At least she still cares about her own health. That will help her survive their mistreatement until she can get assistance.]] Angorumoa 9:14 pm And I may of used the wrong word, but, it was close. *Looks at Prowl beside Soundwave.* It isn't exactly a story many know of. It is... quite old. A reason Soundwave has, well... *Glances at the slender mech. Prowl does know about the shard?* NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm [[...Though not as much as if she stopped burning things.]] *Soundwave nods. Yes he does.* verdigrisprowl 9:15 pm *without looking, reaches over to point toward Soundwave's chest questioningly.* NoodlesAtNight 9:16 pm ((i love edwige's hair)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:16 pm ((it's so floofy)) Angorumoa 9:18 pm *Nods.* The short of the story, since there is no one beyond us listening, is that I owe Soundwave much. He acted as the conduit, close enough, for me to temporarily reside in all my essence and power into a globe of Cybertron. I was... nearly dead at that time. As you can see, I am very much alive with my power contained in a proper body.

*Chuckles.* Why I do believe Soundwave thought he was a /thief/ for a long while because a piece was left behind. Angorumoa 9:19 pm [story years old that my lazy ass never completed but is canon fhskdjf] verdigrisprowl 9:19 pm He certainly told ME he was a thief. SCProwl 9:19 pm The multiverse does have its benefits. Boomtank 9:20 pm -snorts- Benefits. Right. Angorumoa 9:20 pm *Looks at Soundwave in amusement.* Better to be thought of as a thief, hrm~? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:20 pm I like being able to see stars. They were terrifying at first... But I like them, now. verdigrisprowl 9:20 pm I'm beginning to get the impression he blames himself for a great many sins he never committed. NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm *Vents. They're ganging up on him now.* SCProwl 9:21 pm When Bevel returned to Cybertron she brought everything she learned about other universes. Millions of different universes. Finding the Soundwave you helped would not be an easy task. NoodlesAtNight 9:21 pm [[He has committed enough of them.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:22 pm Goddess, no, I know that. And I'm not sure he intended to be found. If that's the case, I never will. verdigrisprowl 9:23 pm *clutches a little tighter to Soundwave* Angorumoa 9:23 pm *Walks over and around. Grinning, he leaned carefully on the back of it. Leans his helm down to give Soundwave a gentle connection. You know he teases out of love.* verdigrisprowl 9:23 pm *it's hard enough when Butch is on the screen when they AREN'T actively forcing him to do things he doesn't want to.* *or talking about his conditioning.* NoodlesAtNight 9:24 pm *Holds tight. It's all right. You're here and nobody will touch you.* @P: [[Ravage tells him things will get better soon.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:25 pm *Soundwave lifts a feeler to gently pat Primus on the helm. He knows. If he didn't know, he would have a very different reaction.* [[Don't stand there, put him out.]] verdigrisprowl 9:25 pm @S «Appreciated.» SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm ((dying on fire does not a great cop make)) Angorumoa 9:26 pm *Hums. The air around them warming gently in an appreciative, safe, air.* Boomtank 9:27 pm ((ah fuck SCProwl 9:28 pm *yeah, that'll end well for Gordon* verdigrisprowl 9:29 pm I feel like there are probably less unpleasant ways to prove that the knife is sharp. NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm [[Slice a paper. A cloth. Anything else.]] SCProwl 9:30 pm *shifts slightly to run one pede through the snow building up round her* Boomtank 9:30 pm -should maybe head inside? Or not? Hmn...- verdigrisprowl 9:32 pm ... Is... *squints at the back* Is he just. Strangling back there. SCProwl 9:32 pm *not the worst idea for a removed limb* NoodlesAtNight 9:32 pm [[He is.]] [[Or trying not to.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:33 pm [[That's an innovative way to go about it. Ratbat never mentioned it.]] verdigrisprowl 9:34 pm I also feel like there are easier ways to get councilmen's support that don't leave them able to say later on when they're feeling slightly safer that they were put on a stool with a noose. Gym's completely out of line. He SHOULD be reported and his strike team is right to call him out and report him. NoodlesAtNight 9:35 pm [[Oh, there are. A potential slip, he hopes.]]

[[And he hopes they do report him.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm *Bristle. He's pretty sure he knows what this is supposed to be. Does not approve.* [[Do not bother waiting. Burn the lot.]] verdigrisprowl 9:37 pm Don't burn the lot. There are imprisoned slaves inside the lot. NoodlesAtNight 9:37 pm [[Burn the lot after freeing them.]] verdigrisprowl 9:38 pm Maybe they shouldn't be showing their faces. NoodlesAtNight 9:38 pm [[Stop showing off and aim it lower-- oh, for Primus' sake. Wasted opportunity.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm ((capn barnes is so mad he broke netflix)) Boomtank 9:39 pm ((yup SCProwl 9:39 pm *well at least she can agree with Barnes about some things* verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm All right, the captain gets a point. Gym definitely deserves that note in his file. NoodlesAtNight 9:39 pm [[IT IS NOT WAR.]] verdigrisprowl 9:39 pm And immediately loses it for calling this a war. verdigrisprowl 9:40 pm There ARE gray areas. That doesn't make it acceptable to wander into the shadows just because you're mad and feel like taking it out on someone's chassis. NoodlesAtNight 9:41 pm *Hmm. A good move. Soundwave huffs at Bruce's tactic. He used to like that one himself.* Angorumoa 9:41 pm [*dying* mind if I drop an image here I think all of you could appreciate? or would it mess up the log, puff?] Boomtank 9:41 pm ..... -okay, inside he goes- verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm ((wouldn't mess up my log, just put the link in parentheses so that it actually saves.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:42 pm ((i'm interested in seeing)) [[Welcome back, Blaster. Enjoy the horrible, cold, wet, sticking snow?]] verdigrisprowl 9:42 pm ((parentheses or whatever else)) Angorumoa 9:42 pm [lesse if it works] [ https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/413443912884158464/526939670857252874/fa8.png?width=417&height=468 ] NoodlesAtNight snorts)) 9:42 pm Boomtank 9:43 pm ((hehe verdigrisprowl 9:43 pm ((yeup)) Boomtank 9:43 pm -shakes out blanket- Kinda? It was new, so there's that SCProwl 9:43 pm *admirable defense tactics from the newbuild* NoodlesAtNight 9:43 pm [[You've never encountered it before?]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:43 pm *the dragon is going to roll in this snow for as long as it lasts* NoodlesAtNight 9:44 pm *He can see Harvey doesn't like the Strike Force either. Sensible human.* [[/Run./]] SCProwl 9:44 pm *will remain out here until the being claiming to be Primus leaves or the show is over, whichever happens first* verdigrisprowl 9:44 pm *at least they obey the rules.* NoodlesAtNight 9:44 pm [[Oh, what a move - impressive, that.]] Boomtank 9:45 pm Not really...I've never been to Earth long enough. NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[Perhaps you should go sneak about a while. He is told this is a good time of year for horrific mounds of snow in different parts of the planet.]] SCProwl 9:45 pm *almost sorry to hear Blaster go back inside, but it's fine* NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm [[It will also be a good time in another six months, but we are not six months from now.]] Angorumoa 9:46 pm *The snow will last until the movie night ends. Then it'll be turned into something else. Maybe mercury or another liquid for energy. Except if Prowl wants to take some. It'll keep snowing in a jar. /not-magic/* Boomtank 9:46 pm I'd...rather not. Boomtank 9:47 pm Snow is...new, yes, but I'd rather not deal with it again SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:47 pm ((okay, I've got to sneak off. dragon is having snow party time. night all!)) Angorumoa 9:48 pm [night, have a good christmas!] NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm ((fun fact: the character bridgit is, is traditionally a guy in the comics. recently they took her from the show and put her in as them. *wiggles* )) SCProwl 9:48 pm *she might take a small sample, it's rare the precipitation on Cybertron has so little acidity* Boomtank 9:48 pm ((g'night! NoodlesAtNight 9:48 pm ((night dragon!!)) [[Pity he didn't blow his hand off.]] SCProwl 9:48 pm ((Bridgit <3 verdigrisprowl 9:49 pm (("put her in as them"? what, like, changed the original dude's pronouns to they/them, or took out the dude and put in the girl instead, or?)) NoodlesAtNight 9:50 pm ((like she made her own appearance as that particular villain - there have been multiple with the name and she's the latest)) [[Not undeserved.]] verdigrisprowl 9:50 pm ((ah)) Boomtank 9:51 pm ............... -hiding in the blanket- NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm *Carefully pulls it up higher over Blaster's head.* Angorumoa 9:51 pm [GOOD GOING] Boomtank 9:52 pm -muffled 'Thank you' from under it- Angorumoa 9:52 pm [*coughcough* speaking of bbq, boom, you did eat today right? NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm ((oh my god)) verdigrisprowl 9:52 pm ((hey cro did YOU eat today)) NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm ((i did! twice)) verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm ((good)) Boomtank 9:53 pm ((leftovers ((but yes I had at least one meal Angorumoa 9:53 pm [we're 50/50 or 30/70 adults capable verdigrisprowl 9:53 pm *squeezes a little tighter. are they going to help him? undo the brainwashing?* Boomtank 9:53 pm ((yup! NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm *Pets the hand and nods.* verdigrisprowl 9:54 pm *is fine with him getting attacked strangled as long as it's going to set him free.* NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm [[Fool. If he doesn't keep it, you will be out a valuable source of information. Learn to bend when it is important.]] NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm [[Besides - imagine all she knows about the other jobs they pulled. She could give closure to many cases and identify many who hired them.]] Angorumoa 9:56 pm [Aaaaaaaaaaah! I don't visit my email or facebook vert often, but my friend, my "twin" as we joked in school, just got engaged.] NoodlesAtNight 9:56 pm ((congrats to them!!)) verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm ... That's a hell of a thing to say to an orphan. NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm [[Yes. Rather insensitive.]] verdigrisprowl 9:58 pm ((look at bruce.)) ((he's six.)) NoodlesAtNight 9:59 pm [[...He wouldn't.]] verdigrisprowl 9:59 pm ... He might. Boomtank 10:00 pm -still hiding, and not thinking of changing it any time soon- SCProwl 10:00 pm *this is going to end badly and Prowl isn't looking forward to it* NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm [[Oh, good, she went back.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm [[She does their jobs for them and they arrest her. Hmph.]] verdigrisprowl 10:02 pm She HAS committed several murders at this point. NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm [[The world is better off for her having done so.]] *Pause.* [[...But he realizes that is illegal. Still. She did not deserve that.]] Boomtank 10:03 pm -very glad he's hiding, he heard that- verdigrisprowl 10:05 pm Mm? The world has several more murders in it. It's good that they were stopped. But. Boomtank 10:06 pm That's not going to help.... NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm [[There, you see. You've lost her.]] verdigrisprowl 10:07 pm To be fair, she... pretty unambiguously set herself on fire. NoodlesAtNight 10:07 pm [[There were other ways to go to her.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm [[And she roasted the vehicle. The rest was an a-- oh no.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:09 pm *...Personally, he would be thankful to someone who saved him from a partner like that. But he can see how someone else would be disturbed by it.* verdigrisprowl 10:10 pm He's got a hand around her neck. I'd say he's exactly the man she thinks he is. NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm *Shakes his head. Poor Kristen.* verdigrisprowl 10:11 pm Do CPR, you idiot. NoodlesAtNight 10:11 pm [[Will that help her? He thought it was for humans who had drowned.]] verdigrisprowl 10:11 pm You had her neck for, what, about ten seconds? It takes about, oh, thirty to actually kill one. It's not too late for CPR. It gets air moving again when the air's stopped. Works for drowning, strangulation, suffocation... NoodlesAtNight 10:12 pm [[Then he has killed her twice. She deserved better.]] NoodlesAtNight 10:13 pm [[...Hm.]] Boomtank 10:14 pm -is it over?- NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm *It is indeed over. Soundwave gently taps Blaster on the arm through the blanket.* Boomtank 10:15 pm -peers out at Soundwave-....I really don't like fire... NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[Oh? He did not know that. Would you prefer to be informed of large fires in the future?]] Boomtank 10:15 pm If that's not too much trouble... NoodlesAtNight 10:15 pm [[It is not.]] SCProwl 10:16 pm *ah it's over. pings Soundwave, Blaster, and her alternate goodnight and ends the video feed* Boomtank 10:16 pm Then, yes please. verdigrisprowl 10:16 pm *returns ping* Angorumoa 10:16 pm [*made self sad*] [*but happy for them* SCProwl 10:16 pm ((ngl but she sounds like she wants to fuck the grinch verdigrisprowl 10:17 pm ((she does)) Boomtank 10:17 pm -returns the ping- NoodlesAtNight 10:17 pm *Bobs head at SCProwl. Goodnight. Do not fall into any drifts on the way out.* Boomtank 10:17 pm ((juuuuust a lil verdigrisprowl 10:17 pm ((you're a mean one mr grinch as sung by that one lady in the jim carrey version)) verdigrisprowl 10:18 pm *ah, his eyes are his own again* SCProwl 10:18 pm ((accurate, puff NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm ((why are you sad??? @primus-mun)) Angorumoa 10:18 pm [Cause I decided to stay on Facebook to remove some people, mostly ponies, and saw my old boyfriend.] Boomtank 10:19 pm ((ouch NoodlesAtNight 10:19 pm ((oof)) SCProwl 10:19 pm *definitely won't, though her tires do skid a little before she gets them fully beneath her and takes off back to Praxus* Angorumoa 10:19 pm [Yeah, I'm the one who broke it off too btw. So long ago... And seems he is now happily married. With by seeming to check on other things, appeas to have a babbeh Boomtank 10:19 pm ((holy shit Angorumoa 10:20 pm [I knew him, like, so flipping long ago. He looks exactly the same.] NoodlesAtNight 10:20 pm *Soundwave closes his optics and lets himself float off to the music. The dancing is nice, but he wants to picture something other than fleshlings dancing to that.* verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm *checks to ensure that no one is looking specifically in his direction at this exact moment in time.* Boomtank 10:21 pm -still, he got a blanket out of this, so he's good- verdigrisprowl 10:21 pm *coast clear for .5 seconds? smooch.* Angorumoa 10:21 pm [I'm happy for him to be a happy. He's a great guy. I just couldn't move onto things he wanted, so... whee I'm gunna faceplant on discord now] NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm *Startle! ... Quick smooch back. Maybe a little biolight pulse.*

((i'm so sorry. i hope this sadness passes for you and that your year to come brings you things you want)) Angorumoa 10:22 pm *You know he's right there?* verdigrisprowl 10:23 pm *yeah but he wasn't looking AT them at that precise moment in time.* Angorumoa 10:23 pm [Sad pang, but as I said, I'm happy that he's happy with a wifu.] Boomtank 10:23 pm -going to dump the blanket over Primus' helm- NoodlesAtNight 10:23 pm *Please. Prowl accused you of being his dom once. That overrides any possible awkwardness over a small smooch.* verdigrisprowl 10:23 pm *it was a /metaphor/* *and a /good/ metaphor* Angorumoa 10:23 pm *Internal cackle. Has a blanket now. How dare.* Boomtank 10:25 pm -and then just...kinda drape on him.- Home now? NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm @P: [[Been sitting on that?]] verdigrisprowl 10:25 pm @S «Since you bit my shoulder.» Angorumoa 10:25 pm Yeah, you have to get back home safely, Blaster. NoodlesAtNight 10:25 pm *Turn to stare.* [[Your patience is legendary.]]

*Glance to the others.* [[He can arrange a bridge, if safety is a concern.]] Boomtank 10:26 pm Hey. I'm not that bad.... verdigrisprowl 10:26 pm @S «It wasn't that long.» Angorumoa 10:26 pm *Chuckle.* Boomtank 10:27 pm It malfunctioned /once/ NoodlesAtNight 10:27 pm @P: [[You say that, and yet he remembers you staring at the ceiling like it had done something terrible to you and waiting to run upstairs with him the night he needed to speak to Primus. Tonight, he had no idea.]] Boomtank 10:28 pm ...okay, so that time nearly got me killed, but it was only once. verdigrisprowl 10:28 pm *AHEM* @S «... That delay was unanticipated.» Angorumoa 10:28 pm These are things you don't want your guard to know, Blaster. Boomtank 10:28 pm ................... Boomtank 10:29 pm please don't tell him Angorumoa 10:29 pm [nazis in the nutcracker] NoodlesAtNight 10:29 pm *Softy huffing.* ((wha?)) Angorumoa 10:29 pm [XD the nostalgiacritic reviewed a nutcracker, the most hated version with nazis in it Boomtank 10:30 pm ((ooooh Angorumoa 10:30 pm Go home in the safe bridge, Blaster. I'll avoid telling Har what you said. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm ((well i won't have that shown here and i don't care to think about such things tonight)) verdigrisprowl 10:30 pm ((agreed)) Angorumoa 10:30 pm [that whole movie was a big NOPEWTF] Boomtank 10:31 pm Fine, fine, I'm going. Angorumoa 10:31 pm [on good news, it is STILL SNOWING] Boomtank 10:31 pm ((FUCK NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm ((god, good luck)) Boomtank 10:31 pm ((gonna need it Angorumoa 10:31 pm [put a noodle in a parka and THROW to enjoy the snow for a few seconds] NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm ((last one and then public stream closes off)) NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm @P: [[And what would you do if he found an excuse to delay tonight? Out of curiosity.]] verdigrisprowl 10:32 pm @S «I got my kiss in.» Boomtank 10:32 pm ((g'night and thanks for the stream! NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm ((night! and thank you for comin)) NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm @P: [[And that is all you want? Well. If you insist, but he confesses he /is/ disappointed.]] verdigrisprowl 10:34 pm @S «It's all I was waiting on. Anything else is a pleasant bonus.» NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm @P: [[Ah. Fortunately for you, he is feeling generous.]] *Gonna take one of those hands around his arm, lift it up, and nibble the knuckles. What can he say? He's been in a biting mood since he thought about it earlier.* [[Do you know, it is rather convenient staying with this half mask. He thinks he'll keep it that way.]] verdigrisprowl 10:36 pm @S «Do I still get your optics to myself?» NoodlesAtNight 10:37 pm @P: [[Without question.]]

*Soundwave stretches.* [[But for the moment he should clean up.]] verdigrisprowl 10:37 pm Can I help? NoodlesAtNight 10:38 pm *.......Considers this. Prowl asks so often. And he's pretty sure he can trust Prowl's definition of clean more than the twins'.*

*Oh, why not.*

[[Yes, thank you. He would like that.]] verdigrisprowl 10:39 pm *a milestone! he gets to help clean.* Angorumoa 10:39 pm *Aren't they cute. Don't mind him, he was still there grinning like a bit of a youthful mech, as he pulls back. Dislodges the Ravage who may or may not of been there still.

There is thirty feet of constant snow he must see to and remove outside. Shift it into... something. Maybe a few barrels of mercury or another metal. Soundwave can figure out what it can be used for once Primus has cleaned up his own mess.* NoodlesAtNight 10:40 pm *Ravage was blissfully napping, as it happens. Emphasis on was, as he is now jolting awake with a confused /brrrm?/ and vacating Primus' shoulder. Some mattresses, honestly.* NoodlesAtNight 10:41 pm *Primus wouldn't happen to consider making it gallium, would he? Just a thought.* verdigrisprowl 10:41 pm *Too Much Gallium* NoodlesAtNight 10:42 pm *Rubbish. You're going to live at least another few million years. That's plenty spoiling time.* Angorumoa 10:42 pm *Sorry, Ravage. Out of apology, he'll turn a bit of the snow into a toy flobster he can destroy to his spark's content. That or torment the other minis with it. Good?

Gallium? Can do.* NoodlesAtNight 10:43 pm *Mmm, destruction. He'll take it.* Angorumoa 10:44 pm *A pounce-sized flobster toy that'll take time to completely wreck gets tossed in a minute after Primus went outside. It'll last a day or a week depending on Ravage's time spent.

The rest will end up in barrels outside the door. The twins can bring them on in later.* NoodlesAtNight 10:46 pm *Soundwave wobbles some gratitude in Primus' direction. One way or another, they'll make good use of that.*

*For now, he'll keep picking up furniture and moving it back where it goes.*

[[Hm. Perhaps he should enlist your help after business hours as well.]] *Humor ping.* verdigrisprowl 10:47 pm Do I get to stay over those nights if I do? *humor ping* NoodlesAtNight 10:47 pm *Stops mid-lift to look over at Prowl.* [[...Would you want to stay over those nights?]] Angorumoa 10:47 pm [nini you two, have a good christmas and/or general holiday-ness <3] verdigrisprowl 10:48 pm ((gnight)) NoodlesAtNight 10:48 pm ((goodnight! have a good day tomorrow and a good new year <3 <3 )) verdigrisprowl 10:50 pm *the snacks that he's seen being put up before, he's putting back where they belong; the rest he doesn't he's organizing neatly on the counter. But he pauses to consider Soundwave's question.* ... I don't dislike the schedule we already have. I—also don't dislike the idea of spending more time over, but—I am—concerned, about the possibility of spending too much time together. And either getting on each other's nerves or sacrificing other relationships. NoodlesAtNight 10:57 pm *Soundwave sets the item where it goes at last and eyes the puddles from the snow tracked in earlier. He'll fetch a mop. It's tiny - meant for one of the deployers to use - but he can hold it in the tendrils and he doesn't feel like going upstairs for the bigger one.*

[[He doesn't dislike the schedule or the idea either, if that is any comfort. And you do not get on his nerves.]] *Mop, mop, mop. Can't have rust inside the club.* [[But he does not wish to get on yours, or to cause you to sacrifice your other relationships either. That is why he asked whether or not you were serious about it.]] *Wrings mop into an empty cube. It's going to get washed and recycled anyway, so.* [[He will not take offense if you say no. Concerns must be controlled and balanced; he understands that.]] verdigrisprowl 11:00 pm And you don't get on mine. Nor do I predict with certainty that you would—but I don't know if that would change if we doubled the amount of social time we spent together. Anyway, it's not a "no"— a list of concerns IS my answer. NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm ((rabbit what are you DOING tonight)) verdigrisprowl 11:03 pm ((gee prowl, why does rabbit let you have TWO soundwaves?)) NoodlesAtNight 11:03 pm ((LMAO)) NoodlesAtNight 11:08 pm [[He can assure you he would always keep at least two - perhaps three - nights to himself. He does require down time, and the deployers need time and attention of their own. One of the most understanding and cooperative mechs you may be when it comes to them, but he does not think you would care for getting caught up in their habit of piling on him to sleep.]] *More soft laughter.* NoodlesAtNight 11:09 pm [[Although Zori would probably manage to nap in your thigh compartment rather comfortably. He did say it was cozy.]] verdigrisprowl 11:09 pm ... Well, they ARE about a tenth the size of the Constructicons... *humor ping* verdigrisprowl 11:10 pm I'm glad my thigh compartment meets his approval, at any rate. NoodlesAtNight 11:10 pm *Pings back.* [[Very well. He'll tell Buzzsaw to come roost on your shoulder at once.]] verdigrisprowl 11:11 pm *huff* NoodlesAtNight 11:13 pm [[Not that you would be expected to spend all of the other nights here, of course. You have things to do with your time as well. He is simply saying that you aren't going to need to worry about being asked to stay every night, if that is any comfort of any kind.]] verdigrisprowl 11:14 pm I didn't expect you would, but I appreciate hearing it. NoodlesAtNight 11:14 pm *Nods.* NoodlesAtNight 11:18 pm *...He doesn't know what else to say so he'll just put the mop and cube away and park himself at the bar for a standing shot of something warm (but not boozy, naturally)*

[[Well. He has run that into the ground. Had you anything else on your mind?]] verdigrisprowl 11:19 pm No, you didn't. *he gets another smooch.* ... Would YOU like me to stay over more nights? verdigrisprowl 11:21 pm *... was the smooch too much. he's overthinking it now. don't mind him silently fretting over here.* NoodlesAtNight 11:25 pm *Soundwave's engines tell Prowl exactly how pleased he is with that there smooch. It's not too much at all.*

[[...He wouldn't mind one more, at least. These movie nights make a fine tradition, and one he is not inclined to change, but he--]] *How to phrase without being selfish? Is that a thing? Isn't everything to do with this sort of thing selfish by nature?* [[He also likes the idea of your being here for the night without first having to sit in and wait on a noisy crowd. It is more... hm. He does not want to say "personal." More focused?]] verdigrisprowl 11:26 pm Private? NoodlesAtNight 11:26 pm [[Ah. Thank you. Yes.]] verdigrisprowl 11:27 pm ... Hm. ... We could try it out and see if we like it? NoodlesAtNight 11:29 pm [[If that is all right with you, he would like that, yes.]] verdigrisprowl 11:31 pm All right. Then, let's try it. NoodlesAtNight 11:32 pm *Tiny bow.* [[Thank you. He appreciates your willingness to test it.]] verdigrisprowl 11:33 pm What nights work for you? NoodlesAtNight 11:35 pm [[The only one he has trouble clearing or scheduling around is Saturday.]] *Shakes the glass in Prowl's direction and sends a humor ping.* [[Do not tell his enemies.]]

[[Besides, that would just be another day for you to wait on his being done with a crowd, and it is even noisier than than these nights.]] verdigrisprowl 11:36 pm I take it you don't actually want me to help clean, then. *humor ping* How about the middle of the week? There tends to be less crime and I have less late nights. NoodlesAtNight 11:37 pm [[You can if you like, but we clean Sunday mornings.]] *Toothy smile.* [[Very bright for night time.]]

[[Ah, that will do. ... Why is there less crime?]] [[Have the criminals begun getting organized? He hasn't seen any signs of it--]] verdigrisprowl 11:38 pm People have more free time to get into trouble on weekends. verdigrisprowl 11:39 pm You don't have drunken dance club brawls on the nights dance clubs aren't open. NoodlesAtNight 11:39 pm *Plants Rumble and Frenzy's photos on his visor.* [[You'd think that, wouldn't you.]] verdigrisprowl 11:40 pm Okay, maybe YOU do. General "you." The average public "you." NoodlesAtNight 11:42 pm [[An acceptable point. He understands. The middle of the week is fine, thank you.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:43 pm [[And he will try to keep the local off-season drunken dance club brawls to a minimum.]] verdigrisprowl 11:44 pm It wouldn't be any wilder than my place, I'm sure. NoodlesAtNight 11:45 pm [[Primus forbid. To the Pit with the furniture; he wouldn't have any /walls/ left.]] NoodlesAtNight 11:46 pm [[But all of that will be another night. For now, there is a chain upstairs with your designation on it.]] *Drops the tiny glass in the sink with the cube.* [[Literally, in fact. He borrowed Buzzsaw's engraving pen. It amused him.]] verdigrisprowl 11:46 pm *REV* NoodlesAtNight 11:47 pm *Silent but obvious laughing.* [[Had he known that would be your reaction, he'd have tried it sooner. Well, then - would you like to be led to it, or will you be directing yourself?]] verdigrisprowl 11:49 pm ... Had I known that would be my reaction, I'd have suggested it sooner. *you learn something new every day.* I, uh... think I like the sound of being led. NoodlesAtNight 11:54 pm [[Good. He liked the sound of leading you.]]

*Soundwave is just gonna let a feeler slither out to wrap around Prowl's upper arms and chest. This mech is his now, thank you.*

[[Tight enough?]] verdigrisprowl 11:55 pm *REVVVV.* ... Yes. NoodlesAtNight 11:58 pm *Oh, this is going to be a /treat./*

[[Excellent. Step quickly and keep up. He won't be giving any excess slack.]] *Just enough space that neither of them smack into or kick the other while going upstairs. And now, time to head off with his dear amica trailing behind him.* verdigrisprowl 11:59 pm Yes, SIR. *and he shall obediently—and quickly—follow behind.*

#chat

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miftys-oc-blog · 6 years

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Meet Mint Striker!

19 yrs old

Nonbinary - They/Them (she/her is fine too)

Nblw af

Girls????? Yes please

Birthday: September 21

Favorite food: pasta

Favorite animal: chickens

Favorite color: green

Favorite number: 9

Job: currently in college but has a part time job at a local library and occasionally babysits

Engineering Technology major

Really really smart

Eye color: green

Hair color: black

S o f t e s t, fluffy™ hair

They almost never actually brush their hair but it always looks amazing?????

Values comfort over style probably a little too much

Sweaters, big t shirts, tank tops, sweatpants/yoga pants, print pj bottoms, wears jean shorts on occasion, comfy™ socks, slippers, converse, one (1) pair of nice flats

Pockets™

Go to them for specific print pjs

Earbuds are on their person at all times

Honestly looks like they could be homeless half the time

Has a tattoo of their childhood chicken, an orpington named jolene, on their ankle, a soundwave tattoo that says "a smile's worth a galaxy of stars" on their collarbone, and a base clef and music notes made out of gears on their left shoulder

Walks when they can and takes public transportation/gets a ride with friends when they have to

Super chill and generally laid back

Never participates fully in shenanigans, but is known to start them/give ideas

Super adhd

Recites vines as a stim

Hums/sings as a stim

Sometimes they just really need to info dump

What is "sitting in a chair with feet on the ground"

Loves logic puzzles and is a m a z i n g at them

Rock enthusiast

Very rythmic

Insomniac

Tired™ is their gender

Has a very niche humor centered around memes/vines/internet culture, absurd things, and tropes

Smol™

Soft tummy, thicc thighs

Sharp teefs™

Grew up on a farm

Big lgbt family (bi mom, trans lesbian mom, bi older sister, straight trans guy older brother, gay older brother, pan younger brother, lesbian younger sister)

Likes little kids

Can run in heels

Great dancer

Deep™ voice

Pretty good singer, very very alto

Very physical, always giving hugs/cuddling/casually laying on friends

Loves friends with all their being

#mifty talks #mifty draws #my art #my ocs #artists on tumblr #traditional art #mint #mint striker #i love them so much #and im so proud of their design #its so fun to draw #infss #their from the ill never forget universe but their not in the main story line at all #just a side story on a different continent

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roboromantic · 7 years

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I was three episodes behind in RiD whoops

I Love her, can’t wait for the inevitable “She’s been evil the whole time” twist 😒

BUY OUR REPAINTS

yep there’s the ~totally justified~ backstory

Flirting

“You’ll be terminated at the earliest opportunity” sghfhfg what? I mean poor Minicon but why didn’t Soundwave just grab them and tear them apart

Strongarm that’s Very Gay

Is it just me or does the animation look nicer than usual

Literal Chekov’s gun: ✔️

I Love Grim’s brass knuckles that’s so fitting

Cybertronian Sign Language!!!!! Is a canon thing Mom Holy Fuck!!!!!!!!

yup here it is siiiiiiiggggghhhhhhh

why do these shows always have 8000 male characters who get along just fine but the moment a second woman comes along she and the One Female Main Character have to fight it’s so uuuuugggghhhhhh

At least Windblade eventually started dating getting along with Strongarm but she’s been gone for quite some time. why can’t we have lots of women as the main characters goddamn

and obviously i’d Die for NB characters but that ain’t ever gonna happen so

ANYWAY on to episode 12

!!! HAPPY FLAPPY FIXIT IS SO GOOD

I mean Bee probably already knows quite a bit aboutt England but okay

Fixit is too good for this show

this is one of their worst cover stories ever im Dying of second-hand embarrassment

oh cool, they actually made him look battle-damaged for once

Grimlock’s happy squeal is So Good

gjkhkshkjsf nice G1 reference

This one Decepticon is 1000 times more interesting than literally any of the others that have been on the show so far

SO WHAT’S MEGS UP TO ANYWAY, HUH?????

I get that they’re trying to teach kids a valuable lesson but why would Fixit randomly doubt himself here

this is so corny

“HEY REMEMBER THE QUOTE UNQUOTE “MAIN” STORY ARC FOR THE SEASON”

I’m so sorry you’re stuck in a cartoon where breaking the stuff you love is a Funny Running Gag, Denny :(

Thank u Grim but my boy Blurr is supposed to be the fastest bot, why would y’all do this,

No one cares SS

WHAT THE FUCK SIDESWIPE

“lol it’s okay to kill them-they don’t have souls”

I haven’t rewatched it recently enough to remember but apart from one super corny ~challenge~ he had to overcome wasn’t Russell like, instantly good at that

why is this a problem, they pull him around on trailers all the time

this is a Good GrimBee ep.

#Chal watches Transformers #RiD spoilers

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writingpaperghost · 5 years

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Broken Mirrors and Broken Perceptions (Part 1)

More like an idea formed from a vague bit of dream I had right before I woke up. The title has been adjusted into something I can work with. The core ideas about the same.

With the idea that there is infinite worlds with infinite possibilities, there are some that never truly occur to us. Sometimes thinking and viewing those windows is like looking at a mirror. You expect it to be so much like the world you know. Once you learn of certain worlds, it's like the glass of the mirror has been broken. You now perceive the world much differently than your own.

He’d known it was dangerous, Miko knew it too. Despite that, she ran through the Groundbridge, straight into the middle of a fight. The Autobots fought the Decepticons, a song and dance they were all very used to. Jack grabbed Miko’s wrist, pulling her away from the fight, consequently deeper into the cave.

“What were you thinking?” He hissed once they were far away and safe, though separated from their guardians. He was angry, as always, but by know he’d learned not to be too mad. Into do anything. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

Miko huffed, her arms crossed, “I want to see the action! You know that. Where’s you’re sense of adventure?”

“Sorry, I left it at home,” Jack responded dryly, simply glad Raf was still at base. “I’m more concerned about your safety.”

“Well don’t be! I can handle my self fine!” They were still walking, at this point thoroughly lost, though neither had noticed. Silently, they were both just hoping the Bots would find them.

“Against giant robots!?”

“Stop caring so much! It’s not your problem!”

Then they heard a clank and a clink. The sounds they recognized from when Ratchet was working on something. The two looked to the sounds, finding they had wandered into something like a lab. Strange tech lined the walls, filled with symbols that they learned was Cybertronian. Standing with his back to the two humans, was a purple Cybertronian. A Decepticon. Shockwave, the dangerous scientist.

He hadn’t noticed them, not yet. They were small and relatively quiet compared to the hulking Cybertronians. He was working on something, though Jack couldn’t make out what.

“We need to go,” He harshly whispered to Miko, who frowned harder than she had been. He turned his back to leave.

“Jack!” Miko hissed, “We could sabotage whatever monobot’s working on! We could help the Bots!”

“No! That’s crazy Miko!” As he was speaking, Jack swung around to grab at Miko’s wrist again, finding she was already on her way to the device Shockwave was working on. He groaned, than proceeded to quietly make his way to where Miko stood, now fiddling with some wires.

She groaned in frustration, “Ugh! What are these things made of?”

“Metal?” Jack offered, then grabbed Miko’s wrist. “Now let’s go.”

Footsteps thundered in the hall they came from. Whoever they belonged to was running, so it was probably the Bots. Shockwave turned to face the hall, only missing the two because of how small they were, hiding them from his vision. He took a few steps forward, readying his gun. If he looked down towards his feet, he’d see Miko and Jack now.

Jack pulled Miko into an alcove, a small hiding spot where they’d be safe. Bumblebee and Arcee came running into the room, guns ready. In the blink of an eye, a fight broke out. While Jack was watching the Bots, Miko had snuck out of their hiding spot, still apparently wanting to mess with the machinery. Bee got knocked into a panel, something that seemed to activate the machine.

Jack bolted out of the hiding spot, running to Miko, who would definitely be affected by whatever that machine did. The Bots hadn’t noticed them yet, so there was no one else to save Miko, especially if this machine did something bad. He lunged forward, knocking Miko out of the way right in time, as the machine sparked, then exploded.

---

Jack fluttered in and out of consciousness. He felt himself be picked up by cold, metal hands. One of the Bots he quickly assumed. Too small to be Bumblebee. Must be Arcee. There were voices, one’s he recognized, though something was off. They were panicked, but that wasn’t what was bugging him. He slipped to sleep again.

When he woke up, he didn’t recognize where he was. It was somewhere metal, but he knew he wasn’t back at base with the Bots. He was pretty sure this wasn’t the Nemesis either... So where?

“Nurse Darby,” A voice called, one he was shocked to recognize, “He’s awake.”

Jack eye’s followed the voice to a strange red and white Cybertronian, who had turned his back to Jack. Jack had seen this Cybertronian before, on the Nemesis and during his street racing escapade with Bumblebee. Knockout, the Decepticon medic. Even though the colors didn’t quite match, a strange thing for someone so obsessed with his paintjob, the frame and voice were a match.

Before Jack could react to this revelation, his mother had appeared and wrapped her arms around him. “Mom,” Jack stumbled out, still to shocked by the Con in the room to do anything but let his arms fall limply at his sides.

“We were so worried Jack! I was so worried!” June said, “We were worried that the explosion had hurt you!”

Jack’s eyes widened at her words, “We?” He asked, “Who’s we? Where are we?” Then, as quietly as he could, “Why is Knockout here?”

June pulled back from the hug, eying his concerned. “Jack, you know who I mean. You even just mention Knockout. And you should know where we are.”

“Mom, what are you talking about?”

His mom paused for a moment, as if examining him, before turning to call to Knockout, “Knockout, are we sure that he didn’t hit his head?”

Knockout turned around, leaning to look at both Jack and June. “Positive, Nurse Darby. The scans show no sign of any head trauma. Why?”

June had a serious look on her face before she spoke, “Because he doesn’t seem to know where we are, and while he seems to know you he doesn’t seem to remember why you’d be here.” Jack was only more confused by her words. He knew who Knockout was and what he did. Jack just didn’t understand why Knockout was in the same room as him.

Knockout ran some strange scanner over him, then looked at a monitor on his arm, much in a way that Ratchet would. After regarding the monitor with a frown, he reached up to his head, seeming to contact someone. “Megatronus? You should come down to the medbay.” Megatronus? Like Megatron? But why would Knockout be referring to his leader like this. “No, it’s nothing like that. Something’s just not right.”

June regarded Jack, who was watching Knockout in what she recognized as veiled terror. She knew because he was her son, but to others he just wore a determined face. What had him so afraid? It couldn't be Knockout, could it?

Within a minute, the doors to the medbay opened. Jack had a fleeting thought of making a break for it, risking trying to navigate the foreign halls of wherever he was, but he knew he couldn’t leave his mom. She didn’t seem like she was going to move. Walking into the medbay was a tall Cybertronian, as tall as Optimus, with silver plating and blue accents. He looked so similar to Megatron, but something was different too. There was no scowl on his face, his optics, though still red, seemed to speak of a kindness that Jack normally only really associated with Optimus.

“I see that Jack has awakened, now what is it that troubles you, Knockout?” The Cybertronian spoke, his voice one that nearly made Jack shiver. It was one that often haunted his dreams. The voiced belonged to one Con, Megatron, the leader.

Knockout regarded the monitor on his arm once again, still frowning before looking to Megatron. “Yes, he’s awake, but-”

It was June who cut him off, looking to Jack and pointing at Megatron, “Do you recognize him Jack?”

Jack looked to his mom, befuddled and scared, though he hit it. Here they were, in the same room as not just one Decepticon, but a Decepticon and the leader of the Decepticons. A warlord. And his mom was acting like these were the Bots. Except, something was wrong. Megatron, Knockout, they were both wrong.

Knockout didn’t seem like the vain medic Jack had seen before. He honestly seemed far kinder, though also a bit like Ratchet with how he seemed to have had better things to do until something seemed wrong with Jack. Then there was Megatron, or Megatronus as Knockout kept calling him. He seemed nothing like the Megatron that Jack had seen before. He seemed genuinely concerned for Jack’s wellbeing.

“Quick question,” Jack said, “What happened before I woke up here?”

June sighed, “Miko ran and followed the Cons out into a battle. You followed her to try to keep her out of trouble. Then the two of you wandered into Wheeljack’s lab,” Wheeljack? Lab?, “Starscream and Soundwave ended up there and a machine activated. You knocked Miko out of the way before the machine exploded, then Starscream and Soundwave brought you and Miko back.”

What?

There was a sudden, drowning realization, a sinking feeling on Jack’s shoulders. This wasn’t right. None of this was right. The only thing that was right was his mom and Miko. What about Raf? What about the Bots?

“What are the Autobots like?” He asked shakily, fearing the answer.

Megatron- no Megatronus, this certainly wasn’t Megatron- frowned. “They are... horrible beings who wish to see your planet into ruin like our own.” No. That couldn’t be right. The Autobots are the good guys! The Decepticons are try to ruin the planet! Not the Autobots. This was all wrong. All wrong!

“Jack!” His mom placed his hands on his shoulders, an effort to ground him. “Breathe. What’s wrong?”

“Everything...” Jack mumbled, his face falling into his hands, “All of this is wrong.”

“Perhaps our young friend is in need of more rest?” Megatronus offered, causing Jack to whip his head up to meet the Cons eyes.

“I’m fine. Not tired, it’s just,” His head falls into his hands again, “wrong. Everything is wrong.” It had to be a dream. A nightmare. That’s it.

Knockout sighed, “Care to elaborate?”

“Is this a dream?” Jack asked, though he didn’t really see the point in asking. He just did. June raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, it’s very much real.” Knockout responded.

Jack felt defeat. Crushing defeat. Yet he steeled him self, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. He just hoped they’d listen. What he knew, what his world was like was significantly different than this place. He couldn’t explain what happened, but he knew that this world was not his. He just didn’t understand how.

“What I’m going to say is going to sound crazy, but you need to hear me out.”

“Of course,” Megatronus said, “What is wrong?”

“I don’t belong here,” Jack began, “Where I’m from, the Autobots are the good guys and the Decepticons want to destroy Earth.”

“That’s absurd,” Knockout scoffed.

“That’s why I was so worried when I saw Knockout here, even if he looks a bit different.”

“Jack,” June said, “You must have hit your head. You’re imagining things.”

“But mom!”

“Perhaps we should believe his words, Nurse Darby,” It was Megatronus who spoke up to Jack’s defense. “Young Jack is our friend and we’d do well to trust him. There may be truth in his words.”

“I’m serious,” Jack argued, “I don’t know how, but when I pushed Miko from Shockwaves exploding machine I ended up here.”

Megatronus regarded him for a moment, “In this world of yours, who was it that bore the title of Prime.”

“Optimus,” Jack replied, only to be met with confused looks. Wait, what was Optimus called before he was Prime? Orion... Orion Pax, that’s it. “Er, I think he was Orion Pax before?”

Megatronus, Knockout, and his mother’s eyes widened in recognition. “Orion became Prime...” Megatronus muttered. If Optimus wasn’t Prime here, then who was? Wait... Was it Megatron? Is that why he still went by Megatronus? “What of myself?”

“You were still leader of the Decepticons. Feared by many...” Megatronus seemed troubled by the information, but soon brought his neutral face back up.

“I see.” Megatronus thought for a few moments, “I suppose until we can find a way to send you back and bring our own Jack back we have no choice but to resume our daily lives.”

June’s head whipped to him, “I’m sorry, but even if what he says is true, what about our Jack?”

“We cannot return our Jack just the same as this one cannot be returned home.” Megatronus lowers his hand to let Jack on. Jack hesitantly steps on. “We shall inform the other Decepticons of this development.

---

They entered what must be the main room of the base, which was some kind of ship from what Jack could tell. In there stood a tall and slender dark blue and light purple Con, one who Jack assumed, judging by both his place at the computers and build was Soundwave. Raf sat on the console next to Soundwave, his laptop in his lap. Miko was playing her guitar in the corner where a big Con, he was dark orange and red, probably Breakdown by his frame, sat listening. He held some kind of tool in his hand.

There was a hulking Con with wing, colored a pale green with pale orange accents stood, conversing with Breakdown. Jack wasn’t sure who that was. Then, sulking in another corner, wings lowered, was a thin Con, though not as much as Soundwave, he was red and light blue. He perked up when he saw Jack in Megatronus’ hand. This was Starscream, Jack figured.

“Oh, Jack you’re awake!” Starscream lurched forward, then seeming to remember him self moved back and stood stalk straight. “I was... concerned for your wellbeing.”

“Uh,” Jack eloquently spoke.

“Decepticons,” Megatronus instantly gained the entire rooms attention. “I’m afraid I have some news.”

The Con that Jack didn’t recognize looked to Megatronus, “Is it the Autobots?” He asked.

“Not exactly, Skyquake,” Megatronus spoke, “I’m afraid that during the explosion of Wheeljack’s machine, the Jackson we knew was switched with a different one.”

“What!” Starscream screeched, “What do you mean he was ‘switched’?” Jack stumbled back in Megatrunus’ hand, startled by the outburst.

“Precisely what he said,” Knockout said, having followed Megatronus out, holding June in his hand.

Starscream twitched, then, as though a fuse blew in his mind, proceeded to fall to the ground, simultaneously stiff and limp. Knockout sighed and set June down, then moved over to Starscream to check on him.

“Is he alright?” Jack asked, still shocked by the sudden outburst and subsequent fainting.

“He’ll be fine,” Knockout said dismissively, “Just glitched. Shock must have been too much.”

Breakdown looked to Jack, “So Boss, what’s so different about this Jack. He looks the same.”

Megatronus looked down at Jack, then looked back to the Cons, saying, “In his world, us and the Autobots have changed roles.”

“What?” Breakdown asked shocked, clenching his fist. The tool that he held soon crunched and broke in two. “Oops...”

“Breakdown! I needed that!” Knockout yelled angrily from his spot standing by Starscream’s body. Jack chuckled. Knockout was an awful lot like Ratchet. And Breakdown an awful lot like Bulkhead.

“What’s so funny?” Raf asked, while Soundwave stood with a question mark displayed on his face.

“Sorry, Ratchet and Bulkhead always did that in my world.” Jack explained, “Guess somethings find a way to work universally.”

“Are we really supposed to believe his words?” Skyquake asked, eyeing Jack with clear distrust.

“He has no reason to lie to us.” Megatronus said, “And Knockout cannot find a trace of the communication device that our Jack held. It’s signal simply disappeared.”

“It could have broke,” Breakdown offered, though Knockout shook his head in disagreement.

“Not possible, the signal wouldn’t have disappeared like that.” Below Knockout, Starscream had stirred, listening to the conversation. He watched Jack intently.

“What will we do with this version of him?” Starscream asked quietly, in a meek way that Jack wasn’t used to associating with him. He was used to the Starscream that was loud and boisterous, holding a extreme want to be leader by any means. Not this Starscream.

“We will treat him like he is our Jack until we can find a way to switch them back.” Megatronus said, offering his hand that held Jack to Starscream. Starscream tensively held his hand out, giving Jack the option to move there. Jack smiled, then hopped to the hand in front of him. All these Cons would take some getting used to, but they were treating him so well.

“I am Starscream,” He introduced to Jack, “I suppose I shall be your guardian until we can send you home.”

“I know, and I guess you will be.”

Megatronus had a small smile, “I shall notify Shockwave to begin research into how to send you home.”

“Without knowing what Wheeljack was making, it’d be hard.” Knockout commented, hand on his hip.

Miko spoke up from where she now sat on Breakdown’s shoulder, “I took some pics of the stuff in Wheelhack’s lab, would that help?”

“I imagine so,” Megatronus said, then turned to Jack, “I hope you will be able to adjust to here until we can send you home.”

“Thank you,” Was all Jack said.7

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