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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 5]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, use of toys(sybian), squirting, the long awaited chapter 5 😳💕 do they finally meet?!?!?!?! hehehehehehe also sorry for not being able to post this yesterday, had a busy week and when I tell ya I woke up at 3pm today 😗 💕💕💕💕 as always, thank you so much for your continued interest!! I'm already writing ch 6 and im SOOOO EXCITEDDDD hHEHEHEHEEHEH 💕💕💕💕💕 HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR WEEKENDS! 🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ?

“You guys! I--you have to see this!”

You can’t wipe the smile off of your face when you shimmy to the side, excitedly showing off the new gift that Seungcheol had sent in the mail.

sleepy_wonu: holy hell

universe_WZ: that mustve costed hella

alphagyu97: nothin like feelin extra poor amirite lads

angelhan: it was only a matter of time before dom.cheol was untouchable lol

You giggle slightly as you adjust the camera so that you and your new sybian are in frame. “Hey~ Don’t say that!! Y’know it’s not the amount of money you spend on me… I’m glad you guys are always here with me~” The sound of coins clinking goes off in the back as you read a few more comments.

dom.cheol: well princess, don’t u wanna show them how you use your new toy? ;)

tangerine_kwan: fuck i bet it can get u to cum so fuckin fast

hoshi_tiger_xx: yessss

dom.cheol has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

“Hmm~ How many times do you think I can cum with this? Oh! Why don’t we do this~” You pause, sliding your wet panties down your legs before tossing the material to the side. You grin, swinging a leg over the toy until you’re straddling it. “Rapid fire question! Whoever guesses the right amount of orgasms I can take before I call quits… Wins a special unreleased photoset of me! Go!”

dom.cheol: 5

universe_WZ: 4

sleepy_wonu: 6

angelhan: 3 artist8hao: 5

alphagyu97: everyone took all the good numbers already!!! 7!!!!!

gentleman_josh95: DMAN IT 3

tangerine_kwan: 8, fuck

kitty_junjun: ugh i was gonna say 4!!!!

xcaliburDK: i was gonna say 5!!!!

therealchan99: 2? thats so low tho….

chwenon: as if anyone is gonna say 1, lmao. Uh 6…. If sleepy_wonu happens to disappear

hoshi_tiger_xx: im gonna say 10, but… seems… risky

Reaching for the remote, you situate yourself until the raised part of the toy sits directly on your clit. A shiver runs up your spine at the feeling; already excited for what’s in store. “Um, to be fair I haven’t tried it myself yet so I’m not sure either... Hehe, but I guess we’ll find out together, huh?”

Gulping, you set the sybian to its lowest setting, the air getting knocked out of your lungs immediately as your body lurches forward. “H--holy shit!” The vibrations are already harsh on the lowest setting; your fingers gripping the remote tightly as you try to adjust to the feeling. “O--oh my g-god, I--”

dom.cheol: aww can ur cute lil clit take it?

xcaliburDK: maybe one of the lower numbers was right lol…

The moans spill freely from your lips, garbled noises getting lost in the mix when you start to grind against the vibration. “Fuck, it--it feels suh--so good, hah, already feel like ‘m gonna cum…” You whine, already getting lost in the pleasure. For a second, you’re tempted to raise the vibration intensity but you hold back, letting your wetness coat the toy as you continue to grind down onto it. The sound of donations and comments sound fuzzy to your ears; only the sound of the sybian buzzing reminding you that the camera was still even on.

“Ngh, g-god, I’m--I’m gonna cum!”

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

xcaliburDK has donated $50

dom.cheol has donated $200

dom.cheol: cmon, lets see that pretty pussy cum

Your legs shake as you cum, only a squeak coming out of your mouth as you lurch forward atop the toy. The grip you have on the remote loosens while simultaneously trying to turn it off in the midst of your orgasm.

dom.cheol: awww cumming so hard on the first setting? Cute

therealchan99: lol baby is in trouble now

angelhan: maybe 3 was right lmao

“I--a-ah, fu--fuck!” You cry, shaky fingers finally managing to shut the toy off. Your body immediately untenses; chest heaving with how sensitive you already were and it had only been your first orgasm and the lowest setting of the toy. “O-oh my g-god, I--I didn’t know i-it was that s-strong…” You mumble, body buzzing with the remnants of your orgasm.

sleepy_wonu: well mr dom.cheol did pay top dollar

gentleman_josh95: imagine if u had this for yesterdays show lol

“Oh god, if--if I had this for yesterday’s show, I would’ve been too boneless to do today’s show!” You laugh airily, slowly grinding against the toy already. “It feels really nice though… I’m already super curious about how strong the other settings are…” Trailing off, you reach for the remote again, throat dry as you fiddle with the knob.

kitty_junjun: what if u set it to the max setting

chwenon: idk if her cute lil body could take it

dom.cheol: its okay baby, take ur time. I wanna see how sensitive that pussy of yours can get

“But ‘m already so sensitive~ I dunno how much more I can take~” You tease, biting your lip when all the comments flooding the chat are words of encouragement.

You knew when you started camming that it’d be no easy job. Building up your fanbase and subscriber count had taken you months upon months to even get within the thousands and camming was physically exhausting. Some days your viewer counts were low and some days they were above average and sometimes you didn’t make as much in one show than another.

tangerine_kwan: was therealchan99 right with 2 then? Heh

therealchan99: finally FINALLY ITS MY TIME TO SHINE

Giggling, you slowly start turning the knob; body twitching when the vibrations kick in at full force.

Seungcheol watches in amazement at the way your body jerks atop the machine.

He can see the way your legs twitch unbearably when you cum for the third time; your brows furrowed at the intensity of the vibrations and your taut body when you can barely manage to turn the machine off.

Licking his lips, he slowly thrusts up into his closed palm, spreading the precum down his shaft as he watches you catch your breath.

“I--ngh, fuh--fuck, I---I don’t--don’t know if I--I can cum a-again…”

Seungcheol moans at your breathy whimpers; the arousal in his body pooling up quickly when he sees the fucked out expression in your eyes. His eyes flit to the wetness that coats the silicone portion of the toy, smirking when he realizes how much you really seemed to enjoy the gift he’d gotten you.

Mentally patting himself on the back, he praises himself for making the right decision.

angelhan: please tlel me im the winner im begging

universe_WZ: NO

dom.cheol: is the princess tired already? ;)

You catch your breath, not wanting to give up despite how fuzzy your head was getting and how much your body was buzzing. “I dunno… We still haven’t tried the last setting, you guys… And I’m just so curious...” You whisper, hazy eyes staring into the camera.

hoshi_tiger_xx: god u look so pretty like this, all fucked out

artis8hao: right? fuck, id kill to be that guy who can get u off like this

xcaliburDK: goddamn same

The sound of coins clinking mixes with the ringing in your ears; fingertips already on the knob of the remote.

You take a deep breath, letting the adrenaline kick in as you quickly set the knob to the highest setting, a high pitched cry spilling from your lips when you let go of the remote in favor of holding onto the machine instead. Grinding down onto it, you meet the toy's harsh vibrations as it quickly forces another orgasm out of you in the matter of seconds.

Choked cries spill from your lips as your entire body tenses up; body twitching uncontrollably as you cum for the fourth time. You lean back with whatever energy you have left, bracing yourself on the back of the toy as you relieve your swollen clit of the buzzing machine. Your orgasm refuses to stop and you can already tell how obscenely wet everything’s gotten when your head starts to clear.

alphagyu97: fuck you squirted all over the toy baby

universe_WZ: fuck fucki fuck

universe_WZ: wait did i winf kjfhdsjk

You shakily slide off of the machine, resting on your side as the machine still buzzes with life next to you. Your entire body won’t stop shaking, head muddled as you fight the urge to shut your eyes and sleep for the next 5 days. “I’m--I--” You whimper, still feeling the phantom vibrations between your legs.

“I--ho--holy fuck, I, w-wow, I--I don’t--that--I’m, I’m just… wow.”

dom.cheol has donated $400

dom.cheol: knew you’d like it ;)

universe_WZ: THAT MEANS I WON

universe_WZ has donated $150

angelhan has donated $150

therealchan99: well, at least some of us got close

hoshi_tiger_xx: fuckin speak for urself man i said /10/

You end the show after letting ‘universe_WZ’ know you’ll contact him soon, shutting your eyes as you lay on your soiled sheets.

You can still feel your fingertips twitching when your eyes slide shut, chest heaving in deep breaths as you try to relax yourself, momentarily cursing yourself for pushing your body too far for tonight’s show.

Groaning, you reach for your phone, the screen lighting up with a text from Seungcheol, a simple ‘don’t forget to drink water ;)’ in your notifications and you can’t help but pout.

Seungcheol was nice, almost too nice. Definitely not in a murderer kinda way though, you think.

He bought you expensive gifts and never asked for anything in return which made you feel bad sometimes. And while the donations and tips you’d made through your camshows was enough to get by with, Seungcheol’s generous donations helped you always make your rent and bills on time without worrying if you’d have enough or not.

You quickly text him back with a smile on your face; hoping that he’ll like what you had to offer.

Seungcheol feels the exact same way he did when you first contacted him offering him a free show, except maybe ten times worse. At first, he’d been a little sad that he hadn’t won your quick little game but this made up for it 20-fold.

The six simple words read ‘want to meet up next friday?’, a small heart emoji next to the question and he’d almost thrown his phone when he read it, hands shakily responding with a simple ‘I’d love to.’ to make it seem like he was calm when he was most definitely not.

His immediate next order of business after replying was to text Namjoon despite how late into the night it already was, begging for the day off and offering to take any shifts or pay cuts in exchange for it.

All he needed was one day and he swore he’d never miss a day of work ever again.

Namjoon responds with a quick ‘sure, why not’, momentarily confusing him as to why his boss was awake while simultaneously sending Seungcheol into complete panic when he realizes he finally gets to meet you.

The week goes by extremely quickly to Seungcheol; his mood on a completely different level when he offers to pick up Yoongi’s Sunday shift without a complaint. He cleans up all the messes around the roller rink and even offers to do jobs that aren’t his which have Jeongguk raising a brow at the older male.

In the days that lead up to your meeting, Seungcheol looks up a few cafes that you might be interested in and even goes to get an STD exam, not that he’s expecting anything. Safety first, he says.

Your Wednesday show comes and goes, Seungcheol too excited to even get off when he watches you and he even donates an extra $600 at the end of the show; travel spending money, he offers.

And Thursday comes without a hitch and he all but skips to the employee backroom once his shift is over, humming a tune while he changes out of his uniform.

“Hey hyung, no offense, but are you okay?” Jeongguk rests against the locker next to Seungcheol’s open one, brow raised at the blue haired male that beams back at him. “I’m scared, why are you so… giddy. You even offered to take Yoongi-hyung’s weekend shift? What the hell was that about? I’ve never seen him that giddy either. Man, this place is getting weird, maybe I should quit...”

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh, patting Jeongguk on the shoulder before shutting his locker.

“I have an important meeting tomorrow, that’s all. And don’t quit, ‘cause who else is gonna give me free food.”

While the excitement had him since Saturday, now that it was finally Friday, he was downright nervous.

The two of you had agreed to meet at 2PM in front of the cafe that Seungcheol had picked out and you’d gotten a hotel in town to make it easier on yourself instead of trying to get back to your place too late. Seungcheol had offered to come pick you up, but you had politely declined; instead opting to meet him first before letting him do anything else for you.

And by nature, Seungcheol gets to the cafe 15 minutes early, fidgeting and continuously running his fingers through his hair as he patiently waits. He can feel his palms getting sweaty when he rubs them against his jeans, mentally trying to keep calm and his head floods with all sorts of thoughts; mainly, how he even got into this position with you in the first place. And he gets so distracted that he doesn’t realize you’d be standing watching him zone out for the last 5 minutes.

“Wow, not sure what’s got you so focused but you’re standing so still!”

Seungcheol hears your cute airy laugh that follows, a cherry blush on his cheeks when his eyes meet your smiling face. “I--oh my god…” He whispers, taking in your appearance.

He feels his face buzzing, fingers twitching when he sees you in a cute simple sundress. “W-wow, you--you’re just… so beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful on cam too but just, wow, in person? Incredible.” The blush reaches his ears when he realizes he’s rambling, a nervous laugh spilling out of his lips.

“S--sorry, I, uh, usually I’m more chill than this but y’know…” He trails off, to which you nod. You step closer to Seungcheol and he gets a hint of your sweet smelling perfume, mentally groaning when your cute eyes peer up into his.

“That’s okay! I totally understand~ I’m kinda nervous myself too, to be honest…” You pause, a pink blush coating your own cheeks. “But let’s talk over some food, huh?”

Seungcheol doesn’t want to pry, but he’s not sure if he should address you as ‘Cherry’ in person, or if he should avoid calling you by anything at all.

He watches as you go through the cafe’s menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he itches to ask.

“‘Cheol… I can feel you staring, y’know.. Penny for your thoughts?” You ask, concerned eyes meeting his nervous ones.

“I just-- Sorry, I didn’t mean to be awkward, I just was wondering how I should address you in person? I don’t want to overstep my bounds, I know you don’t put your real name out there so…”

You place your menu down, closing it before leaning on your palms atop the small table. Seungcheol is cute, too cute, you think. You knew this would be a question when the two of you eventually met and you had given yourself the time to get used to the idea that he’d know your real name.

He eyes hyperfocus on your glossy lips, watching as you say your name for him for the first time.

Seungcheol’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest when he hears it; repeating it over and over in his head before he says it out loud.

“Wow, it sounds nice when it’s you saying it~” You tease, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t mind if you call me by my name, by the way! The pet names are cute but maybe we should keep that to the bedroom~” You end in a whisper, winking at the male.

Fuck, he thinks, just as his cock throbs at your comment. He really wishes you wouldn’t say things like that because he’s weak and he knows it, especially when it comes to you. “Okay, cool! Yeah, sorry, I just---I didn’t want to overstep, I know you don’t really let that be public information.”

“Of course! And thank you, I really can’t tell you how much you’ve done for me. I really… really wouldn’t be able to do all the things that I do if it weren’t for your constant support.”

You want to say more, but the waiter comes to take your orders, cutting you off until he leaves again.

“By the way…” Seungcheol looks at you with curious eyes, lips puckered around his drink straw. “Tell me about yourself, ‘Cheollie! I feel like we didn’t really get to talk that one time!”

He swallows the water in his mouth, licking his dry lips. Here goes nothing, he thinks.

“I swear, and please don’t think I’m a loser, but I--I work at a roller rink. It’s really not cool, I’m not some high paid CEO or whatever, I--I just, I work hard?” Seungcheol chuckles, running a hand through his hair as he waits for your reply.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Oh my gosh, I kinda wanna go!”

The surprise washes over Seungcheol, eyes wide as saucers when he hears you saying you’d want to visit his workplace. “Wuh---wait, seriously!?”

“Yeah! It’s kinda, like, retro! I haven’t been to one since I was a kid!” He quickly offers to bring you to the roller rink on Sunday so you could have somewhere to hang out while you were in town.

“And sadly, I took a shift on Sunday so you can hang with me while I work.”

Seungcheol grins, watching as you jokingly roll your eyes at him. “So you did it on purpose, huh…” The two of you share a laugh, glad that your first meeting seemed to be going okay so far.

“Well, I mean, if it makes you feel any better, my best friend works the concession stand so I’ll make sure to get you a free pair of skates and food whenever you want?”

“It’s a deal!”

The two of you continue to talk over your late lunch, Seungcheol telling you of the various work hijinks he’d gone through at his time working at the roller rink.

“Which, by the way, that morning show you did… Hope you know I holed up in the restroom for an entire hour for that ‘lil stunt.”

You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes when you laugh, only feeling slightly bad for the blue haired male. “But I told you! Sometimes it’s just like that, y’know~” You tease back, heart blooming at the way you and Seungcheol got along.

In all honesty, there’d been something on your mind since you first sat down and you didn’t know when the right time to ask was, or if it was even appropriate.

The smile slips from your face as you bite the inside of your cheek in thought.

Seungcheol takes the bill from the waiter, slipping his card into the holder before you can even offer. But he notices the way your expression falls, noting the hesitance in your eyes when he looks at you from across the table.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice is gentle, soft and caring when he leans over the table to make sure you’re alright.

“Yeah! Just---Can I ask you for a favor?”

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sleepy-exe · 3 years

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Shapeshifter AU - 7

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 6 | Part 8 >>

Summary: Y/n goes to the park with Iwaizumi and finds a shapeshifter friend. Mizuki wants to know about this guy Y/n has been spending time with.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Genre: sfw (18+ regardless), shapeshifter au, strangers to lovers

Part 7: We Could Be Friends

Y/n and Iwaizumi made plans to go to one of the forest parks nearly a week ago. But due to busy schedules, they didn't have any free days line up until now. This was the first time in awhile Y/n had been to a park in the forest in a long time. Which meant she wasn’t exactly the best guide. Luckily the park had marked paths through the area versus her usual running wild anywhere between the trees. Seeing sunshine through the trees may have been even prettier than the moonlight at night, tucked behind the treetops.

Used to the quietness of nocturnal animals and lack of any people, this area felt like another world even though they weren’t too far off from one of her frequented nighttime spots. Walking alongside Iwaizumi, she found herself almost constantly catching the sounds and movements of birds and small critters that she wouldn’t normally get to experience. She tried not to get distracted too much anytime Iwaizumi started talking. But with the new sounds and different scents through the trees, she couldn’t help but get distracted some.

“I thought you said you’ve been out here before,” Iwaizumi questioned, breaking her trance of the world around her.

“Huh? Oh.” She realized she had really slowed down her pace but quickly sped up again. “Yeah, but it's been a minute. It’s so.. alive here.”

“Alive? Isn’t fall kind of the opposite,” he said, crossing his arms. “And I mean, it's nice out here, but the way you keep looking around.. It’s like you’ve never seen such a place before.”

She laughed nervously. “Well, the last time I was out here I didn’t notice so many animals.”

He looked around, trying to spot something in the trees or fallen leaves, but other than a squirrel and a couple of birds he couldn’t find anything that could possibly be so interesting. But he decided not to argue. “Right,” fingers tapping his left bicep.

Soon they came across a stream off to the side of the designated path; likely the same stream that ran through where she sat with Sakusa a couple of weeks ago. Y/n took it upon herself to lead them off the path towards it. As she sat down in the leaves, Iwaizumi stood next to her, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t we supposed to stay on the paths?”

She looked up to him and smirked before bringing her attention to the water. “So? What, we might get yelled at? It’ll be fine.”

He watched her for a moment, then sat beside her. “I really don’t want to get kicked out of a park.”

She snickered. “Do you think this is any worse than showin’ up after dark? It’s fine! Just sit here and listen.”

He followed her command. “..The birds?”

“Hmm. Yes, but not just those. You can hear the water move, the breeze shuffling leaves, and there’s either squirrels or chipmunks running around the trees and ground.. Just sit here and relax, listening and being in nature.” She looked around to where she heard each sound as she spoke.

But he can’t hear every sound that she can. “Yeah, I guess I can do that..”

She took the chance to stubbly take in the new sights and sounds, getting better attuned with her lively-to-her surroundings. They stayed like that for a few minutes, before she looked over to him and realized he had been staring at her. Her eyes widened for a split second. “Come on.” She shoved his shoulder with a playfully grin before standing and dusting off her pants. “We’re like what, half around this trail?” She grabbed his arm and dragged him back towards the path with her.

They walked along the path for a while. Watching squirrels run about and climb trees, listening to everything Y/n had pointed out.

Her phone started buzzing repeatedly, so she slipped it out of her pocket to check what’s going on.

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “r u out on that date yet?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “u said that’s today right?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “when am i going to meet him”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “not a date. i told you that”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “i barely know anything about him n dont even know what he looks like >:(“

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “come onnnnn i wanna see this guy that managed to get ur attention”

She chuckled. “It’s Mizuki.”

“How’s she?”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “as if you and sakusa didnt get my attention”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “what’s wrong with me having a new friend?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “yeah but sakusa was all but forced into our friendship and i forced my way into your heart so whooo forced this lil friendship-thing? Who do i have to thank for helping socialize our Y/n”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “Apparently dying to meet you.”

He raised his eyebrows and slid his hands in his pockets. “You talk about me to your friends?”

“Mmm.. Well, it's hard to keep things from her. It seems like she always finds a way.” She crinkled her nose as they passed a plant that had a strong odor to her, though Iwaizumi didn't seem phased. “That and she saw me texting ya the other day and had to ask questions.” She shook her head. “The ever curious, Mizu’.”

He laughed. “She sounds.. interesting to have around.”

She giggled. “She’s high energy, but she means well. She’s just curious.”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “wow”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “i am capable of making friends on my own you know”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “uh huh and i’ll get to see him when?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “why are you hiding him ;P is he that hot that you want to hide him away lol”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “love u”

“Maybe you should introduce us.” He bumped into her, grinning.

“If I do that she might drag you on last minute adventures. Which could range from running around downtown or staying in. But mostly out.” She gave a half shrug.

“That almost sounds like a complaint,” he said.

She waved a hand defensively. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the city and coming out here, but I prefer staying in more than she does.”

“Maybe we should have stayed in then.” He looked her over, noticing she was no longer looking around constantly. “Though you seem.. Not so overwhelmed now.”

She blushed in embarrassment. “Ah- Hmm, I’d say more like.. Deeply enjoying.. This place.”

He looked unimpressed by her poor explanation. “Uh huh.”

She cleared her throat and their conversation paused as they made their way to the end of the path. Enjoying the sights and sounds around them in the process.

“But really, I do love her and love having her around.” She giggled quietly to herself. “There’s not a dull moment with her. I may have to raise her spirits from time to time, but she can do the same for me.”

He smiled softly. “Sounds like you’re good friends.”

She hummed an agreement. “Maybe I will introduce you sometime.”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “love you”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “You became friends in college, right?” He tilted his head towards her.

She shook her head. “Yeah. We were both business majors and had a couple of classes together.. my second year, I think. And well, she has a way of befriending anyone. So next thing ya know, we were friends.”

Approaching the parking lot, they stopped to chat. Not having plans for if their little outing stopped here or not.

“Do you ever do anything other than go for walks or to bars in your free time?”

“I go out to eat,” she said matter-of-factly, then looked around the lot in front of them until she spotted her car. She found Iwaizumi’s green Tacoma several cars down from hers in the process.

He nodded slowly. “Okay.. but if those three things suddenly didn’t exist what would you do?”

She shrugs nonchalantly. “Guess I’d die.” She smirked.

He rolled his eyes and pointed to his truck. “So you don’t want to go to grab a bite then?”

“You have found my one true weakness,” she says dramatically with a hand on her chest and a sarcastic grin.

He shook his head. “Come on, follow me. There’s a little cafe not far from here, if that’s your thing. I can give you the address.”

She happily agrees at the promise of food and they head for her Civic. She drops into the driver’s seat and leaves the door wide open while Iwaizumi gives her the address. Once she has the GPS ready to go, he walks around the car to head for his truck. Kicking one leg outside the car, she texts Mizuki, deciding to entertain her with a selfie of the two from the beginning of their walk.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “here”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “Attachment.jpg”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “ooohh!! owo”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “he is HOT! no wonder you’re keeping him around”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “you met at that bar?? damn maybe i should have joined you lmao”

Hopefully that’ll keep her happy for a bit.

“Hmm?” Blur of orange to her right catching her interest. A gorgeous red fox had appeared while she was preoccupied, walking around the open driver’s door. Her eyes widened at the sight. Foxes typically stayed away from her, but she was almost only ever out here as a wolf, so that’s only to be expected. The fox sat on the pavement, giving her a cheerful tail wag. She cooed, “Hey there lil’ fella.”

Immediately the fox’s ears pulled back, and she swears its face scrunched. Not a minute later the fox swiftly hopped into her car and onto her lap, completely catching her off guard.

“Ho?” She squinted. How strange. She would have never imagined such behavior from a wild fox; though there is a shifter that looks oddly similar that probably would crawl in her lap if given the opportunity. He does have the same set of face markings..

The realization of the situation hit her. “Oh! No no, hey! I’m not alone here!” She quietly scolded the shifter in her lap, looking over to where Iwaizumi had parked but she couldn’t spot his truck passed the other cars from here. “Ah shit, do you need a ride home?” She asked the fox shifter just before he hopped into the backseat.

“Okay, uh, hold on.” She quickly dialed Iwaizumi, “Hey, uh, sorry, um.. No, no.. A friend just got a hold of me and needs me to take them home.. Ah, no! He’s fine, just- ..Actually, can we just change locations? ..Yeah, no, he's remotely close to where you live, kinda, so if you want to go anywhere around there, I can meet you when I’m done or something.. Yeah, yeah! I think I know that place..” She peered into the backseat at the fox. Cupping the microphone and sighing, she whispers to the fox, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Back to the phone, “Okay! I’ll see you there! Sorry, again!” Hanging up, she started the car. “Stay down until we hit the highway. Don’t shift yet either.”

Part 8 >>

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meshkol · 5 years

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Twitter Threads (or That One Time Tony Dialled It Up to Eleven)

Summary: Social media is hard and full of trolls, and Tony has poor impulse control.

Notes: I hate this so much. Less cracky than I wanted it, because I suck at writing humour. Fill K-3 for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019: Gossip Press. Unbeta'd as per usual. Any relation to existing twitter handles is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: Social Media, Twitter, Homophobic Language, Sexist Language, Ableist Language, Internet, Trolls, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Goes On A Rampage

No one can say that Tony’s ever had good impulse control, especially about people he loves.

@1234ideclareathumbwar posted: I donno what it is about dr strange but he must suck dick like a pro if hes got iron man whipped god knows theres nothing attractive about him except those dick suckin lips #drstrange #ironman #wtfisstarkthinking

@100percentDONE-xxx replied: yeah its not like he can give a decent handjob ffs must me the lips or maybe hes just tight every1 knows stark loves a tight whole hes prolly cheating neway poor cripple

@itsawrapandimreadytoparty replied: Probably just lays there and thinks about the wizard gods just to get that $$$...I’d think of England even for a nymphomaniac drug-addicted sugar daddy too, tbh.

@BlessYouThor-ness replied: still can’t believe he chose strange over THOR like everyone can see the chemistry between them and tony is such a bottom he’d take thor’s cock so well fuck yes

@they-did-the-thing777 replied: is it just me or does strange look like an alien maybe there’s no magic at all just aliens and he’s got a tentacle dick and stark just wants to mark off another box on his worlds-biggest-slut checklist #tonystarkispathetic

@snowflakes_makeme_lol replied: hes just fkn ugly i s2g stark id spread 4 but strange??? that bitch be ugly asf n not worth gettin my dk wet prolly get aids

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: You guys are the pinnacle of our evolution and I am in awe of your genuine kindness and polite generosity (and grammar). Wow, I can’t believe Stephen Strange saved all of your jerkass lives TWICE for this shit and you know what? Everyone knows I’M the cocksucker in this relationship, dumbfucks.

@kiki_blow_this_popsicle_stand replied: HOLY SHIT LMAO

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t bother looking up from his tablet, backing away from that thread because he has no interest in seeing the replies, and hunting for the next war he can wage. “Destressing,” he replies gleefully, clicking on a thread that mentions Pepper. He can feel Rhodey behind him – and, what’s more, he can feel the disapproval seeping out of his pores too now that he’s peeking over Tony’s shoulder – but he’s on a roll, and fuck impulse control when he can sass and bitch on twitter. Some people just need to be removed from the genetic pool of the human race and not be allowed to procreate, honestly.

Somewhere in bumbfuck-nowhere, Fury is having a coronary and Stephen is rolling his eyes so hard they’re permanently lodged in his cranium.

@rudethatyoureallamatwink posted: Does anyone else think that Pepper Potts only got the job at Stark because she’s got awesome legs and a great twat and Tony Stark wanted to stick his dick in? #idfuckher #pepperpotts #starkindustries #idfuckhimtootbh #tonystark

@MyNameIsGoFuckYourself replied: lol ur gross shes like 35 or smth but wvr u want crusty ol lose pussy u do u bro #oldchickgross #getbotox

@shredderinmymetal3-14 replied: @MyNameIsGoFuckYourself lmao wtf?? He started fucking her when she was like twenty or something so she was still nice and tight back then. I mean I’d still fuck her right now cause she’s one hot cougar and I bet she’s learned a thing or two from the Slut Extraordinaire. And anyway, how tf do you know what her cunt’s like?? The only hole you’ve fucked is your mom.

@queeen-bee-says-hi replied: Wow, you guys are pigs. Pepper Potts is a strong, independent, beautiful woman who is worth a thousand of all you, and your mothers would be ashamed of you all.

@gags_are_the_best_fight_me_bitch replied: @queeen-bee-says-hi hey look theres the feminazi if you want i can replace that stick up your pussy with my dick you know you need it ill fuck you real good show you what a real mans like

@truthisanillusion replied: I’ll fuck @queeen-bee-says-hi AND @OfficialPotts_CEO at the same time fucking feminazi cunts, god knows you bitches would be grateful for my prick in your gaping lesbian pussies

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Wow. So. Uh.

1. That’s revolting and my AI just delivered the IPs of @gags_are_the_best_fight_me and @truthisanillusion to the authorities for premeditated violence, rape, and hate crimes. You’re welcome, and feel free to send a cash donation to the charity of your choice for my thoughtfulness. I’d recommend something for women’s or LGBTQ+ rights, and I’ll match it with a multiplier of 1000x.

2. @queeen-bee-says-hi, good for you, and I can see from your profile that you’re a student. Consider your crops watered and your schooling paid for, all the way to your twelfth PhD if you want it.

3. @OfficialPotts_CEO can and will murder you with her pinky nail. I’ve taken on Thanos and I’d rather go ten rounds with him than piss her off. THAT’S why she’s CEO, not because of her admittedly awesome legs.

4. I hate this hellsite. If I buy it, can I kill it?? Rhodey says “technically” so I’m gonna look into that now.

@i_stan_one_legend_named_virginia_p_potts replied: IRON MANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! DEFEND THE QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!! #PEPPERPOTTS4PRESIDENT

@iaminlovewithcapandimunashamed replied: lmfao incels be fkd when #ironman comes to town

@truthisanillusion replied: Hey @YouKnowWhoIAm No one trusts you or likes you, you fake ass super “hero” taking it up the ass like a faggot stfu and die already, kthxbye

@queeen-bee-says-hi replied: whAT OH MY GOD THAT IS NOT NECESSARY

@OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Tony, stop picking fights and threatening to buy twitter or I’ll ground you. And just accept the gift, @queeen-bee-says-hi - after all, he’s already done it.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Shut up Pepper, you aren’t the boss of me.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: And jokes on you @truthisanillusion because I’m already dead inside come at me bitch I’ll be the one in the multi-billion-dollar suit of armor surrounded by Avengers

@OfficialPotts_CEO replied: Actually, I am. Don’t make me take away your toys. Or call @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel. He’s on speed-dial, sweetheart, and he likes me better than you.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: Rude.

@Sorcerer_Surpreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: The last time you threatened someone, your house got blown up. Please refrain from egging on internet trolls or I’ll dump you for Rhodes for my own sanity.

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: ALSO RUDE.

“You know, I’m not even remotely bi-curious and I would totally tap that,” Rhodey says absently, though his lips are quirking into a smirk.

Tony rolls his eyes. “Hands off, you little shit, or I’ll tweet about that one time in MIT when you ate that—”

“Fuck you.”

“Been there, done that,” Tony quips cheerfully. “Not remotely bi-curious my ass—”

“You know what’s better than picking fights with twelve-year-olds on twitter? Kicking your ass right here. You come at me, Stank.”

Tony opens his mouth to reply but then gasps, already losing himself in another thread after sending a middle finger emoji into the last one.

@mwahahaha-666 posted: You guys can wax poetry about Tony Stark all you want, but screw that basic-ass rich boy - everyone knows Doctor Strange is the smokin’ hot one. #takemenow #mybodyisready #drstrange

@ukulele_jedi_master replied: PREACH!!! stark may be loaded but stephen is the one that looks like a prada model giMME THAT MAGICAL DICK

@xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: Fuck both of you. I just wanna be a fly on the wall when they’re fucking each other...or better yet, DIRECT them on how to ruin each other #ironstrange #otp

@highpercentageofuselessnessachieved replied: i wonder if he can clone himself like can u imagine?? being fucked from all ends by #drstrange cock?? what i wouldn’t give to be tony stark omfg i don’t even want the money just the hard dickin from that fine piece of ass

@its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: He’s got Iron Man wrapped around his little finger so he must have the biggest dick and the know-how to use it properly. Yes pls and thank you very much, I’ll take that monster dick pronto.

@TGBYHN_4_LYFE replied: dude i tell u what i would do what @xxx-foreverfit-xxx said: sit in the corner w a ridign crop in 9’’ stilettos rubbin myself while directing them 2 do what i want...make em touch n stroke n suck n bite n fuck each other til they cant walk anymore n then cuddle w them n stroke their hair

@catcatcatcat-cat replied: I would give my college education, my life, my cow, and my internet access away for the rest of my life for a sex tape

@xxx-foreverfit-xxx replied: @TGBYHN_4_LYFE omfg fuCK YES CAN YOU IMAGINE listening to them moan as they lost themselves in each oter, so fucking desperate to get off that they’re begging you to let them cum even as they try their hardest to obey, covered in precum and sweat and hot as fuck

@bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: I s2g the amount of fanfiction I write about those two alone should have me committed but I literally can’t stop the two of them are so fucking hot together that it should be illegal god bless Iron Man and Dr Strange and their sexy, sexy chemistry and sexy, sexy bodies #killme

@one-upon-a-time-in-asgard2 replied: They are the hottest couple in the history of the universe and so fucking pure I love them both so much also @bigfoot_is_nessie1987 I demand a link to your fics cuz I’m always looking for more ironstrange porn #otp #ironstrange

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: @Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel Hey, they think you have a big dick. Little do they know that they’re totally right and that you also have the added bonus of actually BEING a big dick too! #dontthreatentoleavemeforplatypus #orilltagyouinthirstposts #awesomethirstposts #stephenhasabigdick #andiloveit #goodshit

@mwahahaha-666 replied: OH MY DUCKING GOD

@its_a_fact_that_captain_america_has_a_big_dick replied: Well, I’d be mortified that Tony Stark is replying to this except Tony Stark is acTUALLY REPLYING TO THIS BLESS YOU IRON MAN

@Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: One of these days I’m going to murder you with your own bravado and not lose a night’s sleep over it. And fine, I won’t touch Rhodes...I’m sure Rogers is free anyway, and he’s always so polite when I visit.

@bigfoot_is_nessie1987 replied: Please don’t read my fanfiction I will literally combust in embarrassment also I am dying over here in Copenhagen omfg

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: BRO CODE, DUDE. YOU’RE VIOLATING THE BRO CODE. I HATE YOU SO MUCH AND I WANT A DIVORCE.

@catcatcatcat-cat replied: ...oh my god what does that mean you guys are MARRIED??!?! BLESS THE WIZARD GODS!!!!

@Sorcerer_Supreme_With_A_Scalpel replied: Rhodes, I know you’re reading over his shoulder, so if you could please take away his phone now before he ends up on the cover of the Times...or breaks the internet. Again. Thank you in advance.

Tony reacts immediately, trying to make a break for it, but Rhodey’s already tackling him into the couch, a hundred and ninety pounds of lean muscle and pretty Class As. Tony hisses breathlessly, the wind knocked out of him, and he struggles valiantly to keep his hands on his tablet while Rhodey does his best to rip it away. He doesn’t have a very good position so he makes a hair-brained, split-second decision to throw his body weight to the side, making them both roll off the couch. Rhodey’s a jerk though, and manages to react fast enough so that Tony takes the brunt of the impact, and he can’t even help but groan in a mixture of mild pain and disappointment as he feels the tablet being removed from his lax fingers.

“Sucks to be you, Stank,” he says breathlessly, fingers flying over the keyboard, and Tony cranes his neck until he can read Rhodey’s reply (and on Tony’s fucking account what in the hell!):

@YouKnowWhoIAm replied: I think I broke your hot mess of a husband, Stephen. Come collect him before he murders me with his eyes or gets his hands on another electronic device. We’re in the lab.

Three seconds later, Stephen walks through a portal, looking oh-so-fucking-gorgeous in his battle robes, and wearing a scowl of irritation that bodes well for rough, mock-angry sex in the near future.

Tony grins unapologetically, and abandons the lure of social media in exchange for his pseudo husband.

It’s an easy choice.

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retrievablememories · 6 years

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make it feel good (m) | taehyung

pairing: taehyung x black female oc genre: smut, fluff, and a lil bit of angst summary: in which two best friends realize what they've been missing out on this whole time. word count: 7.5k warnings: dirty talk, food play...if you squint, body insecurities a/n: i don’t know if this would be considered idol x reader since ole girl has a name but you can imagine her as whothefuckever (as long as she remains black...lmao) i just hate writing 2nd person “you” and it felt awkward to keep saying “she” so i gave her a name. i crossposted this to wattpad for like 2 seconds but took it down just so everyone knows. maybe i’ll post it again. also yeah this title is based off the childish gambino song lol.

His voice floats on the wind.

The air is cold, and she has to pull her oversized coat tighter around herself so she doesn't freeze. She thinks about buttoning the coat up, but her fingers are stiff from the low temperature, and she doesn't feel like expending the extra effort to flex them into such complicated positions.

She turns around to look at him. He is waving something small and indiscernible in between his long fingers, although she can guess it's probably a seashell or some similar object. From this angle the wind blows straight into her face, stinging her eyes and making them well up with tears. She turns her face away from the wind's assault and faces the ocean again, waiting for him to come over to her and display his new finding.

It only takes a few seconds before he's right beside her again. She feels him before she even sees him. His body heat radiates out in every direction, indifferent to the cold that leeches the warmth out of everything.

"Look," he says gently, his deep voice right in her ear. He holds his hand out in front of her. There's a small rock tucked in his palm; it's shiny with jagged edges and darker than the blackest night. His fingers curl around it as if he's trying to shield it from the wind. She cautiously brushes it with her index finger and it's a strange sort of smooth-rough texture. Still rubbing the surface of the rock, her eyes drag up and up, away from his hand until her gaze is resting on his lips, a bit chapped but still rose pink, and further up to his eyes, which are focused on the object in his palm.

Suddenly he flicks his eyes up to hers, meeting her gaze head-on, and she can't help the tremble that reverberates through her entire body. She pulls her hand away from the rock in a restrained gesture, trying not to move too quickly and betray her utter nervousness. In her haste, her fingers skim past his own and her skin burns. He smiles softly at her. His eyes, in this moment, are impossibly warm. They portray a multitude of things she can't bring herself to acknowledge, or figure out, or accept. Moments like these make her infinitely grateful for her dark skin; the heat spreading across her face won't be revealed.

She's hot enough just from the way he's looking at her, but she pulls her coat closer again—more out of insecurity than any real need for warmth. She averts her eyes in a way that she hopes isn't too obviously embarrassed or flustered, though she's sure he's already caught on to something. He has always been able to read her like a book, and with the increased proximity their vacation brings, she's not sure how much longer the both of them can keep pretending like there isn’t something steadily building between them. Her unmoved facade has begun to splinter and slip.

The sound of the waves does little to calm her nerves as she looks at a point on the horizon, impossible to see clearly from the cover of night.

"Taehyung, maybe we should head back now. It's getting late," Nayana says, keeping her voice as even as possible.

Taehyung stares silently at her for a few seconds longer, and even though she can only see him in her periphery, the simple action elicits a variety of emotions that make the corners of her mind fuzzy. Then he nods, pocketing the rock and giving her his signature boxy smile, as if nothing occurred. "Sure, let's go."

The walk back to the hotel is quiet. Not uncomfortably quiet—at least she hopes not—but there's a stillness that fills in the gaps between their minds and bodies.

There aren't too many people in the lobby this late. Most are up in their rooms tending to their own business or out partying—which is what their group of friends had opted for. It was Jungkook's idea, of course, and if anything was his idea, Lisa was up for it, which resulted in everyone else tagging along—everyone except Taehyung.

Nayana had decided to keep him company so he wouldn't be completely alone, which wasn't hard to do since their friends' excellent room-matching skills left them occupying the same room. Yet another undercover scheme to get them closer together and goad them into eventually revealing their feelings for one other. It was the kind of thing they were all acutely aware of but didn't speak on for fear of whatever consequences lie on the other side.

On the elevator ride to the fourth floor, Taehyung nudges Nayana repeatedly and makes faces at her through the elevator's mirrored panels until she finally smiles and shoves him back. He laughs, and her heart beats a little faster at the sound.

They get off at their floor and head to their room toward the end of the hall. Nayana trails slightly behind him so she can observe his back view, admiring his broad shoulders and long legs. He'd changed a lot since they first met; she still remembers the young, small boy he used to be. On occasions when she takes the time to really think about it, the contrast between his past and current self is jarring—but not in a bad way.

She is startled out of her thoughts when he looks at her over his shoulder.

"Why are you all the way back there? Are you staring at my ass?" He says it loud enough so that anyone currently in their hotel room could probably hear it, and she knows he's trying to embarrass her. Nostalgic moment = ruined.

"Ugh. Boy, shut the fuck up." Nayana snorts and rolls her eyes, and this makes him giggle. "Give me something to stare at and maybe I would."

"Are you saying I don't have an ass?" Taehyung asks teasingly as he slides the hotel key into the card reader. "Then be generous and give me some of yours."

"In your fucking dreams, Taehyung," Nayana scoffs and punches him in the arm. Their push-and-pull game of innocent flirtation is nothing new. But ever since her feelings for him began to tip away from merely platonic, his comments never failed to make her falter and sweat and wonder if anything he said could be an indicator of his own interest.

She's glad their friends at least had the decency to leave them in a room with two beds.

Nayana makes her way over to the far side of the room, near the window, where her bed is located. There's a balcony outside the window, and from her bed, she has a nice view of the ocean below when the curtains are pulled back.

"Do you wanna shower first?" Taehyung asks, hovering near his suitcase as he waits for her answer.

"I'm surprised you're not suggesting we shower together and save water," she responds, still looking out the window.

"I mean, I'm down if you are." Nayana doesn't even have to look at him to know he's smirking and raising his eyebrows in that way she (loves) hates. She laughs airily and sheds her coat and shoes before rolling over onto the bed, her braids haloing out around her head. She drops her purse onto the nightstand and pulls her phone out.

"You go first, I take too long in the shower and I don't want to keep you waiting forever."

While he's in the shower, Nayana's phone pings, signaling a new text message.

11:45 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 what u doing girl??

11:46 P.M. Nothing...just waiting on Tae to get out the shower. Why?

11:47 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 are u and taehyungie gonna have some fun?

11:49 PM We already went out and walked on the beach earlier...

11:50 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 u know that's not the kind of fun i'm referencing sis.

11:52 P.M. BYE GIRL. I have no clue what you're talking about me and Tae are just friends

11:52 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 but we all know u'd rather be more.

11:53 P.M. ANYWAY why are you texting me? You're at the club bitch ain't you supposed to be partying????

11:55 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 this place is lowkey lame. nothing but corny wannabe rappers selling mixtapes in here. i've already cussed out two dudes who tried to get at nakiya. yoongi and namjoon are close to losing their tempers. lucia's drunk af and jungkook is babysitting her. we'll probably be back soon.

11:55 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 thinking back on it, it's a good thing u ended up in the room with taehyungie instead of me. i'd h8 to come back and walk in on u getting ur cakes smashed to smithereens

11:56 P.M. Lisa.............please

11:57 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 😘 u love me. have fun . and know tht i slipped some condoms in your purse pocket. be safe bitch.

11:58 P.M. 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿

Nayana grabs her purse off the nightstand and checks every pocket, just to see if Lisa was fucking with her or not. Sure enough, on the inside pocket, there is a strand of condoms tucked snugly inside. The backs of her knees tingle and her body grows hot as she allows herself to entertain the idea of using them...with him...who is currently still in the shower, very much naked and very much wet. Immediately after this thought crosses her mind, she squeezes her eyes shut and groans, silently berating herself.

Girl, stop! You're not even sure if he likes you or not. And even if he did...you cannot have sex with him.

The shower cuts off. Her heart rate kicks up. She zips her purse back up and closes out of her messages. Although she knows mind reading is impossible, she can't help but imagine what he'd say if he knew what she was just thinking. She lies back on the pillows and tries to look as inconspicuous as possible when Taehyung comes out of the shower, wrapped in one of the complimentary bath robes the hotel provided. "It's all yours," he says, and she nods before gathering her toiletries and entering the bathroom.

When Nayana finally comes out of the bathroom, she finds Taehyung lying on his bed still in his bath robe, watching something on his phone and eating from a bag of Hershey's Kisses. She pauses near his bed, her facial expression stuck halfway between amusement and incredulity. "Where did you get those?"

"I brought them with me," he says, wiggling his toes in the direction of his suitcase.

She raises one eyebrow, crossing to her side of the room and putting her dirty clothes away in a laundry bag. "Are you gonna share? 'Cause I feel some kinda way about you eating chocolate all up in my face when you know it's my number one weakness."

Taehyung pats the open space on the bed beside him. "Come watch this cheesy ass k-drama with me and you can have some." Nayana goes to take him up on his offer but hesitates when she realizes that she will be sitting beside him while he's wearing the robe—with nothing underneath. Taehyung notices the awkward smile on her face and sits up, his k-drama momentarily forgotten. "Oh, I can change if you're uncomfortable, I—I just—you know how it is when you plan on getting dressed after a shower but then you're distracted by something? Yeah, I—um, sorry."

Seeing Taehyung assume the opposite position in their usual interactions—flustered and stumbling—makes Nayana feel less embarrassed about her own chaotic emotions, and a small part of her even takes pleasure in it. Before she can think twice about her actions, she's already climbing onto his bed and tugging at his arm to pull him back down. "It's fine, you don't need to. We're friends, right?" She instantly regrets saying that, but it's the first thing she can think of to assuage his nervousness. He nods, but his responding smile appears just as strained as hers was moments ago.

Taehyung turns the volume all the way up and holds the phone so they can both comfortably watch it. They have to huddle closer than Nayana anticipated, and he's practically lying on her chest, but she doesn't mind it much. The bag of Hershey's sits in the minimal space between them and they take turns taking Kisses out of it. The wrappers collect in a little pile on the bed.

In the drama they're watching, a scene comes up where the main girl is being fed by her love-interest-slash-mortal-enemy after fracturing her wrist and being unable to lift the utensils herself. The overly romantic music combined with both actors' exaggerated facial expressions makes Taehyung burst out laughing. Nayana startles and looks at him with wide eyes.

"Can you believe that? Who does this?"

"What, feeding each other? You've never done that before?"

"I was more referring to the fact that she's letting her so-called enemy feed her with a spoon," Taehyung says, rolling his eyes. Nayana elbows him in the side. "But yeah, the feeding part is so corny."

"Really. It's kind of cute to me..." Taehyung throws Nayana a skeptical look and she instantly feels judged. She scrambles to put together a response before he can open his mouth. "I—I mean, isn't it obvious? It's not so much the act itself but it's the feeling of being cared for...knowing that someone else cares enough to make sure you're good." Taehyung's expression shows that he's turning something over in his mind, but he doesn't say anything. His eyes go back to the phone screen and she thinks that he's dropped the subject, so she relaxes again—until he says,

"So you like being taken care of?"

His words come out careful and measured. It's an odd question, and she wonders where he's going with it. She's hesitant to answer. The crinkling sound of him opening another Hershey's Kiss distracts a part of her mind.

"...Yes. Who doesn't?"

"You would be surprised," he mumbles. Before Nayana can ask what he means by that, the words are halted in her throat as she watches him balance the little piece of chocolate between his fingers and bring it up to her lips. It's so close that if she were to pucker her lips, she would touch it easily.

"What are you doing?"

"Feeding you."

A puff of air leaves her lips—the beginnings of a why?—but she decides not to ask. Because this is another of those precarious situations that could catapult their friendship into uncharted territory, and she is deathly afraid to go plunging into that terrain without armor, a shield, and a backup plan. So, she takes the candy without asking any questions. She's very careful not to close her lips around his fingers. This is already more suggestive than she thinks her poor cardiovascular system can handle.

Taehyung's mouth quirks up in a smile, but he doesn't seem satisfied.

"Now, feed me."

"Greedy ass. Weren't you the one calling it corny?" she jokes, but she reaches into the bag anyway. Her body thrums with anxiety and it takes a few tries before she can still her fingers enough to actually grab a Kiss. She wants to believe that she is playing it cool enough to where he won't pick up on her inner turmoil, but she knows that isn't true.

Nayana peels the wrapper off and guides the chocolate to his plush lips. He leans closer and opens his mouth, capturing the candy with this tongue. Unlike her, Taehyung isn't afraid of an overly intimate touch; he allows his tongue to glide across her fingertips. The thing that nearly knocks the wind out of her chest, though, is the way he keeps eye contact with her the entire time. The act of eating chocolate has never been so erotic. He makes it look like something wicked.

The phone is lying on the bed now, the k-drama paused and forgotten.

Taehyung unwraps another candy, but his eyes don't leave her face.

He feeds Nayana again, and again she avoids touching his fingers. When she has eaten the chocolate, she expects him to take his hand away so he can have his turn, but he doesn't. His fingers hover in front of her mouth.

"You—you have chocolate right...here." Taehyung presses his thumb onto her full bottom lip and swipes across, albeit much slower than he needs to. Her breath hitches and stutters at this action. She regards him with disbelieving eyes, her mind jumbled together with a hundred different thoughts. When he pulls away from her, he brings his thumb to his own mouth and licks the smear of chocolate away. His expression is unreadable—at first. But then he moves his hand, and she is almost horrified to see the small smirk there.

This single look changes something. Or everything.

For once in her life, Nayana doesn't think about the consequences, the aftermath, or the debris after the dust settles. There is nothing of importance to think about except herself, Taehyung, this hotel room—her hands, reaching for his face—his lips, pressed to her own and more delicious than she could've ever dreamed. A vulgar moan drips all silky and hot from the gap between their lips, and she realizes belatedly that it's her own voice. Taehyung laughs at her enthusiasm, but it turns into a moan of his own when he reaches behind her and grips her ass in his big hands.

The kiss is sloppy and far from the movie-perfect couplings you see on screen, but it is one of the hottest things she's ever experienced, so she can't complain.

With his hands still on her ass, Taehyung lifts her up and drops her down in his lap, rocking his hips to meet her when she settles. She feels his half-hard dick through his robe, rubbing against her through her pajama pants and underwear, and even with so many layers between their bodies, the feeling of him is indescribable. Taehyung sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and grinds into her again, although he quickly becomes frustrated with the muted friction. He slides his hand up her shirt to rest on her waist and his fingernails scrape against her bare skin, coming noticeably close to her stomach. This is what snatches her back to reality. Her reality.

Nayana jerks away from his lips and puts her hand on top of his to prevent him from going any further.

He looks at her with his eyebrows furrowed and his pouty, swollen mouth turned down into a frown. He searches her troubled face for answers. Some of her braids obscure her face, and he brushes them away. "Wh—what's wrong?"

"I can't." She lets out a pained groan and climbs off his lap to lie back on the bed, her arm thrown over her face. She is still uncomfortably warm and throbbing between her legs, but she tries to ignore it.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung blurts out, trying to keep the panic from rising in his voice. The sinking feeling that he might've went too far and singlehandedly destroyed their friendship brews in his stomach. "I'm really sorry—I should've asked you first. I shouldn't have—"

"Stop, it's not your fault," Nayana interrupts, sitting back up to face him. She chews her lip and casts her eyes downward, unable to look at him directly. "I...I want to, believe me, but..." She pauses a moment, thinking of a way that this could still work. "Can we at least turn the lights off?"

"The lights?" Taehyung questions it as if he's never heard of such a thing, and his apparent obliviousness doesn't alleviate her distress. "I...wanted to see you, but if that's what you want—"

Nayana rolls her eyes. "Taehyung, I don't want you to see me and think this was all a mistake. Or run away screaming." She laughs in an attempt to make it a joke, but the sound isn't genuine. Taehyung understands.

"Are you embarrassed of your body?" His voice is gentle, but in her defensive and vulnerable state, it comes off as patronizing. She struggles to think of a reply that won't hurt his feelings, not wanting to lash out at him.

"Does it matter?"

"To me, yes. I want you to see yourself the way I've always seen you...even though I haven't exactly said it. Because I didn't want to risk things with you. But I'm saying it now; you're more beautiful than I can put into words. Your body is beautiful. There is nothing you could ever do to run me away."

Nayana makes a noise of disbelief, although it doesn't come out as harsh as she intends. "Sure, okay. But you haven't seen me without clothes."

"I'd like to. If that's okay with you." Taehyung's voice is lower than it was a second ago and the difference makes her squirm. She chances a glance at his eyes and finds the same soft, melting look from the beach. She can't remember the last time someone has looked at her like that—or if anyone ever has—and this revelation makes the backs of her eyes sting. Sighing, she rubs her face. This is not the time to get emotional.

"Dim the lights," Nayana says quietly. "Don't turn them off."

Taehyung does as she tells him to while she clears the mess of candy wrappers off the bed. Soon there is nothing left on the bed but their two bodies, the raw sexual energy from only moments ago transformed into a more subdued, humming tension. They face each other. Nayana's eyes shift to different spots of the room every few seconds. Taehyung moves closer until there's only centimeters of space between their faces, his nose brushing hers. He moves his hand to cup the side of her face before pressing his lips to hers, firm, but not rough. She parts her lips to let him inside and he accepts, licking into her mouth and sucking her tongue. The other hand that's not on her face rests on the juncture between her thigh and hip. Nayana feels awkward with her hands at her sides, so she tentatively places her hand at the nape of his neck, running her fingers through his long hair.

When he breaks the kiss, she can't stop herself from chasing after his lips, and he chuckles at this. Giving her a chaste peck, he says, "I'll give you everything you want. Just be patient." He moves to her jawline and down her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on the places he predicts will be most sensitive. Occasionally he pauses to nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent of vanilla. This is not Nayana's first time having sex, but her body responds so quickly to his touch that it's embarrassing. By the time he makes it to her collarbone, she is soaking wet.

Taehyung's hand stays planted on her hip, kneading the supple flesh and, every so often, curving around to squeeze her ass cheek. "Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers, pausing his attentions on her chest to look up at her. Now she is the oblivious one, looking back at him in near-shock.

"I..." Some part of her is grateful that he's letting her do the deciding here, handing the reigns over so she won't feel rushed or taken advantage of. But the other part feels lost and without direction. What does she want him to do? "T—touch...me."

"I am touching you," he answers, smirking.

Nayana resists the urge to pout and roll her eyes. Always the damn tease. "I mean...touch my...touch m—my pussy."

Taehyung's resulting smile is wide and hungry as he slides his hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy in the palm of his hand. He makes sure to tilt his hand so the heel of his palm grinds against her clit. Nayana gasps and grabs his shoulder. "Fuck, it's so warm." He bites his lip hard, his hooded eyes sliding from her pussy to her face. He continuously rocks his palm into her clit while he busies his mouth with her breasts, latching onto one brown nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt.

"Tae," Nayana moans, pushing her hips into his hand to create more friction. He switches off to the other nipple, smoothing his tongue across it before gently biting it. Her grip on his shoulder tightens and her back arches, the action pushing her breasts further into his face.

"Hmm, you like that?" Taehyung grazes his teeth over her nipple again and he can practically feel her get wetter in his palm. "You like being bitten? You like being hurt?" Nayana's response is an embarrassed whimper, but she whispers yeah. Taehyung simply grins and files that bit of information away in his mind for later.

His kisses reach her stomach. Nayana lies on her back to accommodate him so the position won't be awkward, although she starts to fidget from nerves. The urge to reach down and push his head away is overwhelming, and she balls her fists up in her shirt to keep from doing so. Even though he's steadily rubbing her, it's not enough to make her fully relax and her body tenses up. Taehyung doesn't fail to notice. "It's okay," Taehyung murmurs, gingerly kissing her soft, slightly pudgy stomach. He moves at a slow pace to avoid making her too uncomfortable, glancing up to give her reassuring looks every now and then. He takes his hand off her and she sighs with disappointment, only to let out a high-pitched moan when he circles his thumb on her clit. Her legs tremble and her body heat increases but she still has enough sense of mind to notice his other hand on the hem of her shirt, and when he asks for her permission, she answers with a shaky yes.

Taehyung pushes her shirt up until it's sitting under her breasts and doesn't try to take it any further than that for the moment. "You're so soft," he sighs contentedly, leaving kisses here and there on the expanse of her brown skin.

He dips his tongue into her belly button for a hot second before moving down to the waistline of her pants. Nayana jumps when he does it and they both end up laughing at her reaction. It's a strange sensation, one she's never experienced before, but she decides that she likes it.

When Taehyung asks if he can slide her pajamas off, she takes a deep breath and nods, to which Taehyung says, "I need words, baby" and leaves a hot kiss on her abdomen that leaves her mind fizzling.

"Take...take them off, Tae."

He does so, taking his hand away from her neglected clit for the second time that night to pull her pants off and leave them lying somewhere on the floor. He gazes at the stretchmarks spreading across her hips and thighs and curving around her ass and he smiles. "You're so pretty," he hums, running his hands over her skin. He traces some of the lines with his fingers. "A work of art. But not just any art; you are the kind of masterpiece an artist spends their whole life perfecting." He settles down between Nayana's legs so he can get closer. "I wish we'd done this sooner. I wish I'd said something sooner. I've spent too many nights wondering," he holds her thighs apart, "what it would look like to have you all wide open for me."

"Ha—ave you?" Nayana's question comes out in a staggered breath when Taehyung chooses that moment to bury his face into her clothed pussy, his nose bumping against her clit. When she realizes that he's breathing her in, she becomes so flustered that she covers her face with her hands.

"Of course," he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I can't count the amount of times I've laid in bed with my hand around my dick, imagining what it'd be like to have you sit on my face and cum all over my tongue." Her lavender cotton panties are so wet that her lips are visible, and Taehyung prods his tongue against her hole before coming back up to lick her clit. "Can I taste you now?"

"Please."

Taehyung hooks his fingers into the band of Nayana's underwear and takes his time pulling them down, kissing each new exposed patch of skin until his lips land on her pubic mound, just above her clit. His eyes pin her under his gaze as he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Nayana tugs her lower lip into her mouth, her eyebrows furrowing from the pleasure rocketing through her veins.

Taehyung makes quick work of her underwear, tossing those to the side too, before he's diving in face first. He uses his long fingers to spread her lips open and drag his tongue across her pussy from bottom to top. He takes her clit into his mouth again, circling his tongue around it and sucking it at the same time, while he carefully slides one finger halfway inside. He searches with the tip of his finger until he finds what he's looking for, and he knows he's struck gold when Nayana clenches and bucks into his mouth.

Taehyung introduces another finger and curls them both up into that spot repeatedly, keeping a steady pace. Nayana relaxes enough to release one of her hands from its clenched position on her shirt and bring it to Taehyung's head. She grasps the strands of his dark hair between her fingers and tentatively presses his face closer. Taehyung tightly grips her thigh with his free hand and moans into her pussy, the vibrations making her twitch around his long fingers.

"Fuck," he gasps out, "this is too fucking good." Taehyung gives her clit a sloppy French kiss and lets his tongue roll around the small nub until Nayana is vocalizing his name in a broken cry and threatening to tear his hair out. "Pull it harder, baby. You're not the only one who enjoys being hurt."

Nayana is close. The way Taehyung speaks to her, his voice honey and velvet, only pushes her farther toward that shining peak. "Tell...me more."

Taehyung locks eyes with her and smiles like he knows something she doesn't. He increases the speed of his fingers. "What about, babygirl?"

"About...you—when you would think about me...at night."

"Ahh." When he speaks, Taehyung's mouth doesn't part from her for too long. He's intent on pleasuring her with both his words and his tongue; between every few words, he pauses to kiss and suck her clit. "I don't know if you even remember this...but there was this time we went to a festival...and you wore this red dress. It clung to you perfectly...it drove me crazy. I was half-hard the entire time." Nayana moans at this. "When I went home that night, I couldn't stop imagining...bending you over one of those picnic tables and eating you out right there...or fucking you in my car with people outside just feet away. It would've been so easy...to just pull your dress up and slide inside." Taehyung punctuates this last sentence by pushing all the way in and rubbing Nayana's g-spot until she is screaming and covering his fingers with cum. He finds the sight of her orgasm incredibly endearing, and he laughs as he keeps fucking her with his mouth and hands until she forces him away.

Taehyung sits back as Nayana takes a moment to catch her breath. He watches her with loving eyes and a wet face—an interesting combination. When she's calmed down, she sits up and captures his lips in a kiss, tasting herself in the crevices of his mouth. Her hand settles on Taehyung's thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his robe, and he suddenly realizes how painfully hard he is.

"I wanna touch you, Tae. Can I?" Nayana asks, her lips brushing his.

"Honestly, I'd let you, but I'm so horny I think I might cum the moment your hand wraps around me. I'd rather be inside of you when that happens."

Nayana might've laughed if he weren't staring at her so intensely that it felt like layers of her very core were being stripped away. She merely watches him as he pulls the tie of his robe apart, letting the soft fabric fall open and slip off his shoulders. Taehyung's dick is exposed to the open air—flushed, drooling precum, and curving toward his stomach. It's thick, but not too long, which Nayana is grateful for, because it looks like it's going to be a tight fit without the added trouble of having her cervix stabbed. As Lucia would always say; bust the walls out, not the ceiling. Yeah, thanks, Lucia.

"Like what you see? You've been staring for quite a while." Taehyung's tone is filled with amusement, but Nayana doesn't miss the hint of uneasiness lingering in his eyes. A giggle slips past Nayana's lips as she leans forward to kiss him.

"You're perfect." Taehyung makes a noise of appreciation, and before he can deepen the kiss, Nayana is sliding off the bed and heading to her nightstand to retrieve her purse. Taehyung's eyes are glued to Nayana's body the entire time. Taehyung grips his dick, thumbing the head and spreading the precum around while he commits her curves to memory. Nayana comes back to his side seconds later with the pack of condoms Lisa "gifted" her.

"You brought condoms on this trip? Were you planning on fucking me all along?" Taehyung asks, chuckling.

"Okay, number one, these are from Lisa, and number two, you didn't bring any, so were you expecting to fuck me raw? Because that's not happening...yet."

Taehyung bites his lip at the idea of yet. He pulls one of the foil packets off the strand and rips it open. "I didn't bring any on this trip because I wasn't really anticipating sex with my closest friend, but, you know..." Taehyung rolls the condom onto his dick and gives his shaft a few satisfactory strokes before tugging Nayana into his lap. The head of his dick slides across her clit and they both gasp. Taehyung tightens his grip around her waist and positions his dick with his other hand. "Are you ready?" he whispers, pressing his lips to her neck.

"Yes."

Taehyung thrusts up at the same time Nayana lowers her hips, causing him to slide halfway in. Taehyung muffles a grunt in the side of Nayana's neck. His dick twitches when she moans, long and low, in his ear. "Are—are you okay?" he grits out through clenched teeth.

"I'm f—fine," Nayana insists. She clings to his bare back for dear life, her fingernails leaving little indents in his tan skin. The stretch is unfamiliar and it stings—she's never been spread open this far—but it's a good pain. The kind of pain that leaves you crawling back for more. She craves more of that sensation. Before he can speak again, Nayana sits her full weight on him, taking him completely inside of her body.

When Taehyung bottoms out, his eyes roll back. He can only imagine what it would be like to be inside of something this damn warm and wet without the condom on, and he has to ground himself to keep from busting at the mere thought. His breath puffs out across Nayana's neck and collarbone as he screws his eyes shut and remains still. When Nayana experimentally rocks her hips against his, Taehyung grabs her hips with shaking hands, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh. "Wait, fuck. Not yet." He kisses and nibbles along the column of her throat in an effort to distract himself and to work her up more. A few more moments pass, and he thinks he's finally calmed down enough to move.

Taehyung pulls out until just the tip is left inside and pushes back in—not harshly, but with enough force to make their skin slap when they connect. He does this again, pulling Nayana's body toward him at the same time so that she easily slides down his full girth, and again, and again, until he creates a steady rhythm that has them both moaning into each other's mouths. Nayana, still with her shirt on, now throws the useless article of clothing away, completely baring herself to Taehyung. Taehyung's breath hitches at the sight of her bare breasts in front of him, and his hips falter for a second before he increases the pace, feverishly fucking into her.

"Tae, yes, yes, oh fuck, don't stop," Nayana's pleas get louder when Taehyung takes a nipple in his mouth and starts sucking. He slides his hand from her hip around to the space where their bodies meet, gathering her wetness on this thumb before pressing the digit against her clit and rubbing in circles. Nayana tightens around him. This action spurs him on even more. Nayana lets out a shriek of surprise when her back abruptly collides with the bed, Taehyung throwing her legs over his shoulders. Their lips meet in a messy tangle of tongues and teeth as Taehyung rolls his hips, again searching for the spot that will have her coming apart in his arms.

"Fuck, please—" Nayana's breath catches and she chokes on her words when he strikes her g-spot, making her legs tense up around his neck. Taehyung grins wildly and relentlessly pounds into that soft, sensitive spot, driving her closer to the approaching end. The room is filled with the vulgar, wet slap of skin-on-skin, a sound that Taehyung loves, a sound that motivates him to fuck her into the hotel mattress until nothing escapes her mouth but punctuated gasps.

Nayana clenches around Taehyung almost unbearably tight, and he lets out a deep moan from the feeling; it's as if she's sucking him deeper within her body. Sweat drips off his nose and chin and lands on her own sweat-slicked skin—evidence of the hard work he's putting in. The pool of warmth in the pit of his stomach rapidly spreads to the rest of his body and he knows he's not going to last much longer, but he refuses to come before her.

"You gonna come for me? Come on, baby...come all over this dick." Taehyung's thumb returns to her clit and it only takes a few more well-placed strokes before she's finished. Nayana's mouth parts in a silent scream as she comes, her body tensing like a tightly-strung bow and her walls pulsing around his thick cock. Taehyung continues rubbing her clit, prolonging the waves of pleasure ebbing through her quivering body until she squirms away from his incessant hand.

At the sight of Nayana fucked-out and spent beneath him, his thrusts begin to lose rhythm, hips clumsily smacking into hers, and soon he is pushed over the edge, burying himself balls deep as the first spurts of seed shoot into the condom. Rough, broken moans spill from his lips as he works his way through his orgasm, thrusting a little more before finally coming to a stop. Taehyung's body slumps with exhaustion, though he makes sure to keep most of his weight off her. After catching his breath, he glances at Nayana to find her already looking at him. She regards him with an amused and affectionate expression. He dips his head to kiss her, though he can't stop himself from smiling.

Taehyung pulls out, slips the condom off and ties it before going to the bathroom to dispose of it. He returns with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean Nayana and himself with. His caresses are as gentle as they were at the beginning of the night, a contrast to the way he just plowed her into the bed moments ago. Nayana's eyes start to hang low, but there is something she must do before she can even think about sleeping. When Taehyung comes out of the bathroom again, he's about to climb into bed beside her until she says,

"Taeee...can you get my bonnet for me? I can't sleep on these pillows without it. It's in my suitcase...in the first compartment."

"Mm, sure." Taehyung kisses her cheek before walking over to her suitcase (still butt-naked). Even after everything that just transpired, Nayana's stomach fills with anxiety-ridden butterflies over the kiss. She's unused to this level of intimacy with Taehyung; every action is performed with intentions that aren't simply platonic anymore, and she doesn't know how to handle this.

Taehyung comes back with her bonnet in his hand, and Nayana reaches for it, but instead Taehyung plops it on top of her head. He laughs at its lopsidedness until he sees the unamused look Nayana levels him with. The laughter fades as he bends down so they're face to face and tucks her braids into the bonnet with meticulous care. It's impossible for Nayana to keep her face neutral and she soon breaks into a shy smile, averting her eyes from Taehyung's.

Bonnet secured, Taehyung turns the lights off and nestles under the sheets with her, her back to his chest and his arms holding her in a comforting grip.

"I...really like you, you know." His voice is tender. He fumbles over the word like, wanting to say something more but still afraid.

Nayana wonders if he can hear her heart pounding.

"I like you too, Taehyung."

Nayana wakes up with the sun blazing her eyes, legs tangled in the bedsheets, and a warm body pressed against her own. A warm body...

Everything from last night floods back to her lethargic mind. Her chest grows warm and her heart beats overtime. She turns her head around to look at Taehyung, who is still blissfully asleep, his arm draped over her middle. His features are soft and relaxed, a contrast to his normal disposition. A smile spreads across her lips at the sight of him.

Nayana's phone rings from the nightstand, signaling an incoming FaceTime call. Of course, it's from Lisa. She doesn't even remember bringing her phone to his side of the room last night. Against her better judgment, she answers the call, making sure to turn the volume down so Taehyung doesn't awaken.

Lisa's big, smiling face pops up on the screen seconds later. She's in the hotel room she shares with Lucia, standing outside on the balcony. "Heeeeeeeeeeyy sis—oh my God, is that Taehyung?" Lisa's greeting is cut short when she spots Taehyung's arm in the corner of the screen.

"Uh—maybe?"

Lisa screams so loud that Nayana is sure the annoying sound can rival every seagull in the area combined. Lucia's panicked voice pops up in the background as she rushes out of the bathroom to check and make sure Lisa didn't plummet off the side of the balcony or something. "Lu, come here! Look at this shit!" Lisa yanks Lucia by the arm, pulling the dark-haired girl into the frame. She's freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel that she struggles to hold in place as Lisa jostles her around like a ragdoll. However, her eyes also widen when she sees the cause of Lisa's hysterics.

"Nayana, girl, is that you? Who's in the bed with you? Is that Tae? HAHA!" Lucia covers her mouth and cackles like a witch. Now the both of them are cheering, screaming, and laughing as loud as they can. Nayana is sure the beach goers on the sand below must be contemplating calling hotel security.

"I TOLD you it would work!" Lisa cries out, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Ya girl is a GENIUS! You guys need to listen to me more often!"

"Too bad you can't be a matchmaker for yourself. How long have you been eye-spying Jungkook and you still haven't made a move?" Nayana retorts, stifling a laugh. Lucia bursts out laughing and Lisa slaps her arm.

"Don't worry about me, girl. All in due time. In the meantime, we should leave you alone with that new boooooyfriend of yours!" Lisa reminds Nayana of a silly first-grader who sings the "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" song whenever she spots another potential couple. Nayana rolls her eyes. "We'll see you later, yeah? Unless you two decide to stay holed up in the room all day. You gotta tell me all the details!"

"Girl—bye!"

The conversation ends and Nayana is immediately back to staring at Taehyung. She's too wired to go back to sleep, and right now, there's no better sight to see than this.

Nayana doesn't know how long she lies there observing him, but eventually he wakes up. She doesn't even bother with pretending like she hasn't been watching him sleep. He blinks his eyes cutely and yawns, smacking his lips. They make eye contact and they both laugh.

"I could get used to waking up to this," Taehyung says quietly, voice husky. He cups her cheek in his palm and smiles. He shifts closer but yelps when something suddenly pokes him in the side.

"What is it!?

Taehyung reaches under the covers, searching for the object. When he finds it, he holds it up for Nayana to see. It's the pack of condoms, four still left over from last night. He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

"Wanna use the rest of these?"

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peachiejihoonie · 7 years

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kang daniel - fuckboi!au

after get ugly, how can you not imagine this

tbh he’s more like a close friend of yours that you tolerate

super super flirty you know he has multiple people on him but he calls you his “favorite”

“i could eat here all day with you” grins at you then back at his food

someone could make a stupid dick joke and he’s smirking one of those “you know you want this” smirk

and it’s directed to you and only you

if you were to lay your legs across his lap, he’d pull them up since they were “slipping” but he leaves his hand on your thighs ??????

is the type to check out girls when you hang out like i can see the both of you at a table and you guys are like chillin n drinkin some boba and someone would walk past him and he’s drinking his drink and his eye brows are raised, eyes never leaving the girl

or he does the nudge and nod thing while grinning

waits for you after school cause he’s your ride

and the daily is him leaning against car, swinging his keys on his fingers and checking his phone

“why can’t u just wait in the car????”

“cause i know u enjoy the view baby girl” fingers under ur chin as he does a signature squish smile to tease u and walks around the car to get in

starts the engine and looks hot as he runs his fingers through your hair

“where to?”

hAND ON THE BACK OF YOUR CHAIR, ARM IN UR VIEW AS HE’S BA CKI N UP, ONE HAND T URN I N TH E WH E E L !!!

you think its over

but then he puts his hand on your thigh

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌

imagine late night dinners with him

like yall have a tuesday night rituals of just eating at a diner

with really shitty chili cheese fries and burgers

oddly enough, you both like the strawberry milkshake with an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream

he loves surprises

and never fails to mention it constantly

sitting in a car till 2 in the morning

having casual conversations about his hook ups

“yea, she was alright but i mean i’ve had better” he shrugged

and you roll your eyes every time

“kang daniel, no one is ever good enough for you”

“well yea cause the best has never bothered to hook up with me” he smirks over at you

will N E V E R stop trying honestly boy is persistent

but the worst part is, he’s not annoying

he’s sO slick about it, like he’s so sMOOTh

like he’s not thirsty and beggin for entrance inside ur pants

he’s just playing with th e loops on the waistband

figuratively and physically

arms around your waist as you guys walk down the street

blames it on the fact that you’re too slow not cause he’s thirsty or anything

omg imagine going to a party with you

is lw protective?? but not really ??

you wore something tight and slightly revealing and he groans

“did you really have to go full hoe tonight ????”

when u get a little too drunk, he’s making consistent check ups

he doesn’t need any sleazy asshole tryin to pick you up

but at the same time, he’s quite distracted by the girl he’s making out with

then he hears ur giggle just pass him like a wind

he detaches his lips from whoever that is and sees that some random boy has his body slung over yours

seems like he’s leading you upstairs

oooOOOH HEEEELLL N O O

and he’s dashing over to you

he yanks the guy off you

“are you trying to take advantage of her?” he asks, voice deep and glare deadly

“nnOOooO daniel, he’s m y freind!!!” u slurred and giggled

“you heard them, we’re chill” and he nods over to you with a smirk

“what’s his name then?” he’d ask you, eyes rolling

“i dunno !!!” u laughed

and that’s enough for him to punch the guy right in the nose

which leads to lots of attention

“heeEEeeeyYY !! nOT ok Ay!!!!” u messily tried to push him off

instead, daniel just pulls you behind him

the guy is getting up, ears red of anger and he tries to throw punch at daniel

but daniel just kicks him down might i say lookin pretty hot too like dayum

“don’t even bother you idiot” he hovered over the dude before he leads you over him and out of the party

of course he’s sobered up so he drives you home

but goddamn can you not shut the fuck up ???

“daniel, that w AS soOoOO hOT” u groaned and leaned against the seat

“mhm thats nice babe”

“nO serioUsLY suP Er hOT”

and he’s having the time of his life just listening to u be dumb

when he gets you home, he tucks your whiney ass in and leaves a cup of water and some painkillers on your nightstand

and he’s satisfied with just you mumbling a thank you as he leaves to sleep on your couch

you wake him and he’s just teasing you all morning

honestly, you guys are pretty close

like who else does he tell his hook up stories to besides seungwoo?? no one

he trusts you a lot but of course he’d never say that

and you know he cares for you a lot so you put a lot of trust in him too

every time anything gets boarderline cheesy or “friendship is magic!”-y, he’ll throw a pick up line at you

“you know dan, you really aint that bad”

“well anything for u baby girl” and he winks

but you’re both fully aware you two would never date

it was just weird ????? like dan and u r just friends honestly

even if you do respond to sex jokes like once or twice

you guys just have this weird bond ??

though he seems real chill nd cooOoooOoOOOoooL, he’s a real cutie/sweetie

you’d never forget when you saw him fanboy about his cats

“well, i love all different types of pussys” and cue wink

overall, gr8 friendship

but he’s horny 24/7

there is a slight chance that you guys might hook up once just cause he’s desperate aF

i see him pinning you down on the bed and he’s like

“don’t you just love surprises?” he’d grin down at you

but definitely prefers you straddling him

leaves way too many hickeys honestly he needs to chill

makes u wear his shirt “just this one time please oh please”

boner pt2

always LOL’s about it to you

“remember when we made ou-”

“yes daniel i know, i was there”

ya’ll have such a weird bond but i mean its one thicc bond

haha i know this is scenario was hecka random but i was just getting pretty bored with the demigod au. that doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop writing them LOL don’t worry. i just needed some variety. hope that it doesn’t upset anyone !!! thanks 4 reading again ya’lls

also, probably not gonna make this into a series because there’s already a decent amount of fuckboi aus of wannaone and this was just a random thingy in my head

also had a royals au planned out but someone else is doing that so i can’t do that either lmao

and also @parkjmini 👀👀👀👀👀

#kang daniel #kang daniel scenario #kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #kang daniel imagine #wanna one #wannaone #produce 101 s2 #produce 101 #wanna one scenario #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one imagine #wannaone scenarios #wannaone imagines #wanna one fanfic #wannaone fanfic #kang daniel fanfic #kpop fan fiction

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SHDHDHHSHD DOES THIS MEAN YOU WANT ME TO ANSWER WHICHEVER ONES I WANT OR ALL OF THEM??? Fuck it, I’m done with stuff at this job so. I’ll do them all. Why not

1. What is you middle name?

Gerard

2. How old are you?

3. When is your birthday?

June 20th

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Geminiii

5. What is your favorite color?

RED but i also love black

6. What’s your lucky number?

6!!! I like this question’s placement. 6 because Grimmjow but also because HAIL SATAN 666 AAAAAA

7. Do you have any pets?

I have a lil’ black pitbull named Trixie!!!

8. Where are you from?

Georgia the state

9. How tall are you?

5’3

10. What shoe size are you?

uhhh i actually do not know my size in men’s I think it’s like a 5??? Technically in women’s I’m a 7.5 but I tend to buy a half size up A. because doc martens doesn’t do half sizes and B. i dont really like for my shoes to be tight

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

... a lot. I have a shoe fetish ngl.

12. What was your last dream about?

I think I had a dream last night..? About Invader Zim maybe???

13. What talents do you have?

I CAN SING LIKE ANY TWENTY ONE PILOTS SONG, i can touch my tongue to my nose, I have a pretty decent Kermit the frog impression, and I have other weird flexes but I cant remember them rn because my memory sucks

14. Are you psychic in any way?

Idk, sometimes I can predict what song will play next but I think I’m just lucky.

15. Favorite song?

Hhh this is so hard to answer bc I wanna pick something metal but tbh... Holding On To You by Twenty One Pilots

16. Favorite movie?

Either Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron (I know the whole movie by heart and all the songs)

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

HBNGFHBB,, i dont know I thirst after many celebrities and fictional characters and they’re all kind of different. I guess someone who won’t make me be someone I’m not. Obviously my lack of adult qualities probably isn’t endearing but idk, someone who’s willing to let me be a lil’ childish. I’d like someone who takes the reigns when it comes to adult stuff, I wanna be a stay at home dad and manage our place and kids or pets and stuff. I like kinda being left to my own devices. That will include me constantly wanting to be in ur space LOL

18. Do you want children?

YEAH... REALLY BADLY... but idk if I’ll ever get to have any bc I dont think anyone would want to date me and marry me and have them LMAO so I dont think I should be trying ever

19. Do you want a church wedding?

My ideal wedding is in a graveyard, on October 31st, at sundown, we are being married on an altar of black candles and jack-o-lanters, the autumn colours are flourishing, and I am carried out to the walkway down to the altar in a casket. Everyone is required to wear black except for our bestmen/bridesmaids and me or whoever I marry. If they aren’t dressed like it’s a funeral I’m kicking them out. Deadass. I want the gothest wedding imaginable.

20. Are you religious?

I do kinda believe in stuff but I’m not a fan of organized religion. I mean, I’m a fan as in, the aesthetic and idea of organized religion is majorly sexy, but i feel like religion is really personal and not a public thing for me. Also 666 hail sa-

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Nope!!! Never broken a bone or had any kind of emergency LOL

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

ONCE I GOT PULLED OVER FOR ROLLING THRU A STOP SIGN AND I CRIED

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I’VE MET HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD TWICE!!! And I’ve met Norman Reedus too. I also went to school with Chandler Riggs (not to put my location on blast HDYDUFHDGDGDD) uhhh I can’t think of anyone else if I have I’d probAOH. Shannon whatever her name is from Stranger Things. She was at my last TØP concert and I asked her for a picture bc my friends were too shy to say anything but since idk her i didnt care LOL

24. Baths or showers?

I like both but I take showers more often

25. What color socks are you wearing?

One is The Scream by Edvard Munch and one is The Kiss by Gustav Klimt

26. Have you ever been famous?

Not like BIG famous but like, people in my school all knew me basically because I was always Doing Shit

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Maybe??? Part of me doesnt want all my shit on blast but at the same time idgaf

28. What type of music do you like?

E... everything... i lean towards punk, pop punk, rock, metal, alternative and whatever but i will literally go from Hannah Montana to Dethklok to Twenty One Pilots to Ghost to Katy Perry don’t test me

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

NO and idk if i want to i dont like to be naked

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

I have 7 but i usually have 8. I like a lot of pillows. I want more.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

... ur asking an active sleeper that question. I don’t even know what position i wake up in.

32. How big is your house?

Normal sized I guess???

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I DONT EAT IT BECAUSE I DONT WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

I think my dad let me once when I was a kid but that’s because he’s a bad father

35. Have you ever tried archery?

YEAH i sucked at it but in my head i imagine being good at it lol

36. Favorite clean word?

Salutations, Shenanigans or Hold

37. Favorite swear word?

hmmm would go with your classic fuck but tbh i LOVE to lengthen it to motherfucker. Think in terms of most used though, God Damnit.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Maybe two days?

39. Do you have any scars?

:/ I have a lot. Some are from me being dumb (the scar on my leg from melting tape) and some are from me being really dumb (scars on my wrist and arm and thigh) but I’m not ashamed of them, in fact I like scars and bruises. I just hate when people randomly ask about them in person (ie “omg what happened!?!?”) because it’s like... self harm scars are pretty obvious about what’s going on so when you ask like that... idk wtf to say.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

PROBABLY??? But im oblivious.

41. Are you a good liar?

Hhjfguvghhh maybe sometimes??? I try not to lie though and i think its impossible bc im a gemini so there’s a little truth in everything I say

42. Are you a good judge of character?

NO IM STUPID

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

NOOOOOOO i can do Kermit the Frog and thats it

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I’m southern so yes

45. What is your favorite accent?

I LOVE YOU SWEDISH PEOPLE... also love irish accents but also i cant understand anything bc my ears are stupid

46. What is your personality type?

Rambunctious

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I have a $100 Ghost hoodie but I think my Big Boots were $148

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yas

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Inward belly buttons or perish

50. Left or right handed?

LEFT LEFT LEFT

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Hmhnghhhhnnnn depends, usually

52. Favorite food?

PASTAAA

53. Favorite foreign food?

I fucking LOVE udon

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

I am a messy person doing my absolute best to be clean

55. Most used phrased?

like ever? I start most sentences with “you know what i hate?” But mostly i tend to parrot memes. If I think something is funny I repeat it to myself over and over until it isn’t.

56. Most used word?

Probably “I” because I cant ever stop talking about my damn self

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

... i dont wanna talk about it (a while)

58. Do you have much of an ego?

... I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT (i simultaneuosly... hate myself but also think im the best)

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

SUCK WHO IS BITING THEM???

60. Do you talk to yourself?

SO FUCKING MUCH

61. Do you sing to yourself?

OBVIOUSLY

62. Are you a good singer?

... no but it doesnt stop me

63. Biggest Fear?

I HATE MIRRORS I HATE BATHROOM MIRRORS IN THE DARK THAT STUPID FUCKING CHANT I HATE IT I CANT SAY IT EVER ITS MY FEAR

64. Are you a gossip?

I dont want to be but I’m a gemini so it just HAPPENS

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Man i dont even know just go watch Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I prefer to have mine long but i kinda wanna cut it, i LOOOVE guys with long hair

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Oh definitely Not

68. Favorite school subject?

ART or biology

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

Nope!

71. What makes you nervous?

LOTS OF SHIT GOD BUT I HATE DOING A BAD JOB OR MAKING MISTAKES

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Sometimes, it just depends

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Hhhffudhdhhh only if I know I wont come off condescending

74. Are you ticklish?

YEAH BUT DONT TICKLE ME I KICKED MY CHUCKLEFUCK EX IN THE DICK ONCE FOR TICKLING ME, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BUT U SHOULD STILL BE WARNED

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Dont think so

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Sometimes I told groups in school to just let me do all the work because I didn’t trust them with my grade.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

... like a few days ago but tbh alcohol is disgusting and i only wanna drink banana liquor or else i dont drink at all bc its gross

78. Have you ever done drugs?

I desperately wish i had more drugs in my life but i dont wanna come off as a crackhead

79. Who was your first real crush?

EITHER SPIDER-MAN OR YUGI MUTO

80. How many piercings do you have?

I WISH I HAD MY NIPPLE PIERCED SO BADLY... also if i HAD A DICK god nerf’d me I WOULD GET PIERCINGS UP MY DICK... also my (expensive) dream is to get like subdermal/metadermal? implants on my forehead and get devil horns

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Yep

82. How fast can you type?

I type... so fast

83. How fast can you run?

Maybe kinda fast but not for long

84. What color is your hair?

Naturally its brown but the bottom half is bleached and one side is yellow and the other is green

85. What color is your eyes?

Bluuue

86. What are you allergic to?

FIRE ANT BITES AND AMOXICILLIN AND I HAVE HAD HORRIBLE EXPERIENCES WITH BOTH

87. Do you keep a journal?

Kind of??? I have a poetry journal and I write dreams down sometimes.

88. What do your parents do?

My mom does like marketing and my dad does carpet cleaning

89. Do you like your age?

No I wanted to die at 12 and I wanna die now. The difference is I didn’t think I’d live this long so now I have no idea what I’m doing.

90. What makes you angry?

FUCKING EVERYTHING IF YOU DATE ME OR BEFRIEND ME YOU NEED TO KNOW I WILL RAGE ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND U CANNOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN LEST I FOAM AT THE MOUTH

91. Do you like your own name?

YEAH I PICKED IT!!! But i also wanna change it but i kinda cant bc Johnny from HU called me Reimond and they all know me as Reimond. But also I wanna be Lucifer Slade Solo.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

TOBIAS JEREMY AND EMELE CECILIA

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I’d be fine with either but tbh!!! Probably a boy.

94. What are you strengths?

HDHDUFHHH,, I NEVER TRULY GIVE UP I JUST GET ANGRIER. I’M INDEFATIGABLE

95. What are your weaknesses?

yelling. if you yell at me i will get upset. if im yelling its fine but if you yell i’ll cry. also roaches.

96. How did you get your name?

Well i consider Reimond the “masculine” version of my deadname!!! Technically there’s Racheal but it’d just get pronounced the same and I still have to correct people on Reimond (EVERYONE KEEPS THINKING IM SAYING RAYMAN) and Gerard is my middle name bc MCR, and I would love to change my last name lol.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not that I know of

98. Do you have any scars?

U ASKED THIS ALREADY

99. Color of your bedspread?

I have Star Wars sheets with Kylo Ren and storm troopers! I also have Spider-Man sheets.

100. Color of your room?

It’s like painted like a beige colour but most of my stuff is dark lol

#jesus thats a lot #long post #solofreakk speaks #ask #non aesthetic.#about me

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rurounidrift · 7 years

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June 21 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Blair Witch (2016)

Blurr and his Rodimus spent part of the movie and like three hours after the movie yelling at each other. Drift did his best to outshout Rodimus. Astrotrain helped in spectacular fashion, much of which was sadly lost due to SOMEBODY not doing a very good job at recording the chat. Drift also invited Frenzy and Whirl onto his proposed little private ship. Frenzy accepted, Whirl’s still considering it.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. Drift: *drift is Ready* B l u r r: / drags self in. well he WAS in a good mood / Soundwave: *Soundwave walks in looking at four datapads, one in each hand and feeler. There's also work on his visor. He doesn't miss a step walking to his usual seat.* Drift: *god drift wishes he could read that well* Soundwave: *Rumble, Frenzy, and Chimera trot in after and poke around looking for fuel.* B l u r r: / climbs over the back of the couch and just sinks down in his seat. Yes, good. / Drift: Blurr. Hey. *leans on* I had a thought since we last talked. B l u r r: Mm...? Drift: Okay. So. I know at least one mech who'd like to fight WITH you, but who won't fight FOR you—like, an alliance but not a crewmate, right? B l u r r: Mhm. Bevel: *trundles in* Drift: And I'm—honestly, I'm trying to cut back on the wholesale slaughter myself, too, so that might be a good thing for me too. So I'd only be fighting in some of your battles, not all of them. B l u r r: Mmhm... B l u r r: / vents/ So, you're not gonna live here? Drift: So, what if, instead of directly joining your ship—I could get a small ship to be captain of, and we'd be your allies? B l u r r: ... /shrugs/ Fine. Drift: ... Is it really fine? partytrain changed their nickname to spacebus. spacebus changed their nickname to partytrain. B l u r r: / right, pulls datapads from subspace. Looking through them/ Just... sign on to this, I guess. /holds it out/ Whirl: *trots on in, making a beeline for his hammock. It takes him a couple of tries to grasp it firmly enough to clamber in* partytrain: *how the *** did he get here* Drift: I mean... I know you were excited about me living here. I was, too. But... well, I think it'd be best for the mechs who want to follow—oh. partytrain: *oh well there's a floor, it counts* Drift: *takes the datapad* What's this? Soundwave: *Rumble squints and abandons the fuel search in favor of knocking on one of Whirl's legs* Rodimus: /Kinda just shoves Drift away and wraps his arms around Blurr in the most friendliest hug he can muster/ Don't worry I'll always still be with you. Won't leave you out to dry. B l u r r: The sign up. Bevel: Hi, Train :D B l u r r: ..... /immediately tenses up/ Soundwave: \\YO, TRAIN!\\ Drift: *IMMEDIATELY draws sword and points it at Rodimus's neck* Hey. Off. B l u r r: Get. Your. Disgusting. Arms. Off. OF. Me. Whirl: *zoops his head out of the hammock* Sup, mech? partytrain: ........ *awkward floor wave* partytrain: *just gonna..... set out some booze as a general offering for anyone who wants to take it* B l u r r: / vents. Who's this new nerd / Soundwave: //You bust your optic or somethin'?// Rodimus: Nah, I think I'll hold onto my bestie a little longer. /Never letting go/ Soundwave: *Frenzy runs over to Astrotrain and quickly mimes putting the booze back* B l u r r: We are NOT best friends. Soundwave: *Then points at Blurr and makes a throat-slitting motion* Whirl: What, is it doin' a thing? *blinks it. Blinks it again* What's it doing? Drift: *slooowly pokes blade against Rodimus's neck* Sorry. That position's already taken. partytrain: what partytrain: what why partytrain: ........ *drinks it, problem solved* Whirl: *i imagine when a mech is fendered enough you can smell the fumes coming out of their vents, and Whirl is the mayor of Fume City right now* Soundwave: *Fwoooooo* partytrain: *hey, hey, standing mayor here* Rodimus: /Obviously has a death wish cause he's not moving/ What taken? Nah, that position was never even open. Soundwave: //It's makin' ya grab like ya don't got one.// B l u r r: Why aren't you on Cybertron? Soundwave: *Jumps and scrambles into the hammock.* B l u r r: With your paper crown and tissue cape? Drift: *it's less of a poke and more of a press* Let go or I slice. Drift: I'm giving you to five. One. Whirl: Pfft, I might as well NOT. Anyone ever tell you--I ever tell you? This. Is a sh itty eye. No lie. *tries, with exaggerated, drunken care, to arrange them comfortably when Rumble hops up* Bevel: *finds a seat wherever Chimera is hanging out* Drift: Two. partytrain: *quietly watchin' for possible murder* Soundwave: *Chimera is coiled up near Soundwave's pedes.* Drift: Three. Whirl: I pro'bly turned my sonar off. One second. *eye slits into a squint; Whirl just sits that way for about te seconds* Yeah, 's off. B l u r r: I will not save you, Rodimus. I'll let Drift stab through me to kill you. Drift: S'okay, I think I've got a clean angle here. Four. Soundwave: //...Well, turn it on, yeah?// Soundwave: *Nudge.* Rodimus: Fiiine /just moved to the other side of Blurr with an arm still around his shoulders. He ain't letting go./ We can share. Soundwave: *Frenzy slowly creeps up toward Train's helm with the intent of giving him a noogie* Drift: I said let GO. Last chance. B l u r r: ... /VENTS AND just goes back to business again/ Anyway.. Drift. B l u r r: / holds out datapad/ Whirl: That. Is a good idea. Very good idea. All right. Done. I know every inch of this damn hammock. This. Damnock. Drift: *aims sword at the arm Rodimus has got wrapped around Blurr* Five. partytrain: *distracted w/ watching for murder and also a bit of a lowkey existential crisis* Drift: *and he awkwardly lunges across Drift to try to stab Rodimus's arm* Soundwave: //Pffft. Least ya can't fall out no more.// Drift: **across BLurr Soundwave: *...Maybe.* B l u r r: [[ LOL ALREADY ]] Drift: ((I swear i know whose name is whose)) Rodimus: (LMAO) partytrain: pirouette)) Drift: ((drift lunges across himself. he's beside himself in anger.)) Whirl: I dunno bout all THAT now. Don't quote me. *nevermind the fact that he never said anything* Whirl: ((omfg drift)) Bevel: *will sit on the floor then and sort of bot watch because Stuff Is Happening* B l u r r: [[ drift jfc ]] Rodimus: (I'm laughing so hard A+) Whirl: *slooowly swivels his helm around to watch the kerfuffle* Wait, are we fighting now? B l u r r: / this is awkward oh my god / partytrain: *just gonna... sidle over closer to soundwave if he'll let him, with or without headfriendzy* partytrain: *weirdly enough trusts u the most* Rodimus: /Has had many people try and kill him point blank. Reflexs kick in at this point and he ducks behind Blurr./ Put that thing away before you hurt Blurr! B l u r r: / flicks finials and snarls / EVERYONE STOP MOVING! Soundwave: *Frenzy growls and follows the hea--oh, oops. Freezes.* partytrain: *freezes like a deer in headlights* Whirl: *just squints at Blurr* Soundwave: *...Frenzy can't help himself. He wiggles a single finger to see what happens.* partytrain: *dead *** still. he is furniture. he is the night* Drift: *he already lunged across Blurr just to get to Rodimus, at best Rodimus can only half-hide behind Blurr from this angle and Drift is more than happy to stab at the other half. Despite the shout.* B l u r r: ... Oh for pit sake. B l u r r: I said STOP MOVING. KNOCK IT OFF. Soundwave: \\HEH HEH HEH.\\ B l u r r: / snarls and scrubs claw down face/ My processor hurts... Drift: I'll stop when he gets off you! B l u r r: OH FOR PIT SAKE. Bevel: *debates offering to help break this up but nah* B l u r r: / Grabs Rodimus's arm and LICKS ACROSS IT/ B l u r r: / opens mouth to bite / Bevel: *Blurr did say to freeze* Whirl: Bite him! Whirl: Get the--do the snack attack! Drift: *... finally stops to see where this is going to go* Rodimus: I'll get off once you put that thing away! /He's not messing up his pai-/ SDFGHYGFDFD!!!!? Bevel: *giggles* Soundwave: //I thought we was here for a horror movie, not a frag show.// B l u r r: [[ imagine rodimus saying that out loud lmao ]] Whirl: *gleeful, drunken (that is to say, extremely glitchy) cackles* partytrain: why not both? Soundwave: \\CUZ HE SAID NO MOVIN'.\\ Whirl: *stops abruptly and peers intently at Rumble* Wait, what. B l u r r: / snarls and shoves a claw in Rodimus's face/ Well well well, look who STILL tastes the same... Rodimus: /yanks his hand away from Blurr fast/ B l u r r: Just like a little TRAITOR glitch. Soundwave: *Rumble gestures to Blurr with both hands.* //He's lickin' him!// B l u r r: / licks denta and sits back in his spot / Drift: *immediately inserts himself into whatever space he can get between Blurr and Rodimus* Bevel: Not moving is boring. Rodimus: /snarls and Blurr/ You're one to talk. Mister I'm so loyal I ran away. partytrain: *..... can he get away with inching closer to soundwave. shield him with ur noodley appendages* Rodimus: at* B l u r r: / oh thank god, Drift is here / B l u r r: I didn't RUN away. Bevel: I do not like this game. Rodimus: You keep telling yourself that Drift: *... wow, Rodimus really looks like Rodimus from this angle. that's. slightly distracting.* Whirl: Oh. OHHH. I thought you meant the biting. Cos I know the. You lot have the thing. Bevel: [[so much purple, i need to change my color Soundwave: *Soundwave casually props his pedes up on train and continues reading. This is his rest now. Nobody hurt it.* Rodimus: (brb ) partytrain: *yeah okay this is acceptable* Soundwave: //Well, yeah. That too.// B l u r r: / snarls and tugs wiring out of his arm . Grumbling to his vacant side / Whirl: *snickers; if you listen close you can hear the ghost of a dial-up connection in there* Y'know what? Y'know what *I* think? Same diff for Teach. boomtank: -what on Cybertron did he walk in on?- Drift: ... Blurr, don't— He's just saying the things he thinks will torque you off, don't listen to him. Bevel: Hi, Blaster boomtank: Ah. Hi Bevel B l u r r: We're not listening to him. Whirl: Eeey, Shovel! Bevel: *grins at Whirl* B l u r r: /scrubs claw up faceplate and down and up again./ Soundwave: //What, killin' 'n 'fraggin'?// His nose wrinkles. //Waste'a good mechs.// B l u r r: / STEAM hiss from pauldrons / B l u r r: / okay he's good. / partytrain: *leans over to frenzy very conspiratorially, talking through the side of his mouth* .... is it a blanket ban on ALL booze or just booze for other people B l u r r: [[ whos ready? ]] Soundwave: ((ready)) Whirl: ((I am!)) Soundwave: \\ALL. HE GOT A THING.\\ Rodimus: We? You talking to those dead guys again? Tell 'em I said hi. Rodimus: [ready] boomtank: ((ready! Whirl: *squints a smile at her and nods; you get it, Bevel. You get the joke* Soundwave: *There's no conspiratorially where Frenzy's involved, Train.* Drift: ((ready)) Whirl: And nah, naah. I mean, that too. But the eatin' body limbs art. Eating parts. Arms, and all. partytrain: *look at this hurt puppy face* ... all? B l u r r: Don't talk to my frames. partytrain: can you put subtitles on whatever it is, the parents are watching a thing)) partytrain: LMAO this is gonna be fun soundless) B l u r r: [[ IDK how to do that on itunes but I WILL TRY ]] B l u r r: ANYWAY, DRIFT. B l u r r: / points at datapad. Is not aware he's yelling / Whirl: Teach. Blurr. Listen up, Teach, I want you to understand--UNDERSTAND here, Teach. How much I'm respecting you right now. AND... Drift: What, yeah? Whirl: How much I'm gonna do it, later. You follow? Y'follow me? Soundwave: //Ohhh. Yeah, that's - nah. Nah.// B l u r r: ... Yes, Whirl, I follow. Whirl: BECAUSE. ...*swivels his helm and regards the screen mournfully* I'm prob'ly gonna sober up like. Halfway through this. But I didn't bring any booze. For YOU. Got it? Make a note. B l u r r: / vents and looks at Drift/ Just fill that out. B l u r r: Yes, I have the note. Whirl: A notation. B l u r r: Yes, I get it. Drift: Whirl! Drift: When you're sober, we've gotta talk. Whirl: Works cited: me. Whirls cited. B l u r r: /sinks down in his seat and twiddles claws in wires/ Whirl: *regards Drift with an immediate suspicious squint* ...aight. boomtank: -has settled into a seat now- Drift: Nothing bad, it's not a bad thing. B l u r r: You know, at least I HAVE friends. Must suck being on Cybertron with everyone who hates you. Drift: *looks down at the datapad* What's it for? Whirl: *antenna pins back* B l u r r: It's the ally thing partytrain: *awkwardly mlems a tiny cube when he thinks no one (blurr) is looking* B l u r r: Like a contract, I guess. Whirl: *and returns his attention to Rumble* Where were we, even? Talking about eating arms, yeah? Drift: Oh. Yeah, okay. What'm I agreeing to? partytrain: *he's totally licking his hands* B l u r r: /shrugs/ I don't know , whatever terms you want, I guess. Drift: *glances at movie* Hey, they're playing Borderlands! Rodimus: /chills in his seat legs crossed at the ankles/ Are you still telling yourself those lies? Hah, at least I rule the entire planet. Rodimus: What do you have? A boat? Whirl: And a puppy. B l u r r: It's a ship, you uneducated fuuck. Whirl: 'S got a puppy, too. Drift: *sheathes his sword so he can hold his datapad with one hand and shove other his hand into Rodimus's face.* Shhh. Sh sh. Shhhhh. Rodimus: /stares at the hand in his face/ Soundwave: //Yeah. Blurr eats arms 'n I say it's a waste.// Soundwave: //Better things for eatin' anyway.// He snickers, proud of himself for that one. partytrain: i haven't seen this before but im gonna say all these kids are dead Drift: *feels around without looking until he manages to cover Rodimus's mouth* Your moustache feels disgusting. partytrain: *mlem mlem* B l u r r: It is disgusting. partytrain: dude does it come of Soundwave: \\THE FRAG YOU DOIN'.\\ partytrain: off partytrain: ....... hands Soundwave: *Frenzy forgets the noogie and tries to look in the hands* Jazz: *well howdy Soundwave, guess who's gonna flip over the back of the couch and land right next to* Sup, buuuuddy. Rodimus: /slaps Drifts hand away/ Its distinguisable partytrain: *casually covers up tiny cube* Soundwave: *INSTINCTIVE WHAP WITH THE DATAPAD* partytrain: i got stuff on em B l u r r: / leans over to mumble to Drift/ It's so we can find him in a crowd of Empties. Drift: Okay, so—Blurr. Ok— *covers mouth again* Okay. So. How about this. Jazz: YIKES! What was that for?! partytrain: *WING FLOOF YES HELLO COMMOTION BEHIND HIS GIGANTIC AFT* Drift: We'll follow you around in space. You can call on us to help you with battles, but we get to decide which battles we want to help fight. Volunteer-only. Soundwave: [[Don't do that.]] B l u r r: / vents/ Yeah, sure, just write it down. Soundwave: [[...Why are you here. Go away.]] Jazz: Blurr's keepin' me on board for a while. Rodimus: /vents/ Jazz: And he said you stopped by, so here I am! Drift: We'll get a portion of the booty only from the battles we actually fight in. So we won't be on whatever... crew salary you guys have. Whirl: *THAT one gets a snicker, Rumble* boomtank: -yep, sinking down in his chair. No idea who's who here- Soundwave: [[Look. Blaster is over there. You're both musical Autobots. Go... connect.]] Whirl: *he's gonna poke his leg out and start gently rocking the hammock* boomtank: -Is he being used as a DISTRACTION!?- partytrain: *still floofy, back to lickin his tiny cube* Soundwave: *Nooooooo of course not. He's just... trying to find Blaster a new friend. Yes.* B l u r r: We don't have a salary, but sure. Jazz: Yo, Blaster! *waves* partytrain: *is pretty sure he'll know if he has to do something about whatever's going on back there* Drift: *tries to balance datapad on his leg so he can type one-handed while still attempting to cover Rodimus's mouth.* Okay, what else? Jazz: *hasn't moved* Whirl: *NEARLY FALLS OUT THE DAMN HAMMOCK* Rodimus: /whispers/ You're poor? Soundwave: *Frenzy tries to crawl up into the hands to check what's really in there. Whatever he had on his hands shoulda been licked off by now* B l u r r: We are NOT poor. Whirl: wHAT THE HELL 'S GOING ON WITH YOUR AUDIO!? partytrain: *licks frenzy* Soundwave: *Rumble yelps and grabs the hammock as tight as he can* boomtank: -REALLY now- Rodimus: /Will bite Drift's hand if it doesn't move/ Soundwave: \\AW, NASTY!\\ Drift: *so bite* partytrain: you asked for it Whirl: *steadies them* Sorry, mech. If we get dumped, I'll break your fall. B l u r r: Look, just. Write whatever you want. It's fine. Rodimus: ... Soundwave: [[Going to connect with someone usually requires moving. Away.]] Whirl: ...floor might be more comfortable, though. B l u r r: / slouches more and twines wires around his digits/ Soundwave: //If ya wanna.// Jazz: Aw, come on, Sounders. I like hangin' out with yah. partytrain: *carefully licks up cube into mouth and crunches it* partytrain: *leave no evidence* boomtank: -and confused waves to Jazz- Whirl: No, I mean, landin' on. ...but if you wanna lay on the floor, I'm game. Drift: Okay. I... think I'm good. Blurr? What do you want? Rodimus: / is contemplating now / B l u r r: What? Drift: In the agreement. Soundwave: //Long as don't nobody block my way it don't matter none.//

Missed a tiny bit. Rodimus started comming Blurr.

Drift: ... You okay? Rodimus: /is totally watching the movie, but seems bored with it/ Drift: And don't say "I'm fine." Jazz: *grins and looks at both. Company! * B l u r r: ... I'm okay. B l u r r: / LOL he tried / partytrain: *.... are you sure you don't want to encourage afterburnering* boomtank: -plops down in open space- ...hi? Jazz: Yo. Soundwave: [[Greetings.]] Drift: ... You know what I mean. B l u r r: I'm fine. Whirl: I make other people my furnitue. M'good at it. Soundwave: [[Have you been doing well?]] B l u r r: / screws up face/ I'm tired. Rodimus: B: ::So you're bff is leaving you out to dry?:: B l u r r: That's all. B l u r r: R: :: He's not leaving me out to dry. He's still helping. :: boomtank: Fairly well. I mean, all things considered Drift: ... You know you're not. I know you're not. B l u r r: I'm irritated. Rodimus: /Actually doesn't like horror movies. Doesn't know why he comes to these/ Drift: I could kick him out if you want. B l u r r: .. .No, it's fine. Soundwave: [[No worse than other nights?]] Whirl: *now very attentive to the screen, wide optic, perked antenna, the works. He's gone from being somewhat indifferent to 1000% focused* Soundwave: //Ha, Loud Rumble.// Jazz: *leeeans over Soundwave to watch the movie * Whirl: SNRK. partytrain: are they dead yet Whirl: It's you. Only, louder. Soundwave: *Not-so-gently pushes Jazz's face away from himself with a datapad* boomtank: Nope. Think the worst nights are behind me Whirl: Plot twist: istead of the characters in the movie dying... Jazz: *rude* Whirl: We die. Whirl: It's the perfect crime. partytrain: lame Whirl: You done it again, Teach. Soundwave: *Rumble moves to cover Whirl's mouth before realizing he... doesn't really know where to cover* Rodimus: B: ::Oh really? What if he doesn't come in time? Hmm?:: partytrain: of all the movies to die to i don't think this is a good one B l u r r: / Glances over datapad and just shoves it in his subspace / boomtank: Jazz? What are you doing? Whirl: *blinks and follows the hand with his helm* B l u r r: We can steal you a ship, I suppose. Jazz: Just buggin' Sounders. How you been? Jazz: Wait, yah just answered that. Soundwave: [[You admit it.]] partytrain: *gently stretches beneath the footers and waits for jazz to get in position.... somewhere off to his left or right side, down the wing.......* Jazz: Anyway, I'm stuck on this nightmare ship for a while. Soundwave: //...Look, I was gonna shush ya, but I dunno where the speakers are. Help a mech out, huh?// Drift: ... Blurr, I wanna lean on you but I can't lean any further over without uncovering Rodimus's mouth. Drift: You're gonna have to come to me. boomtank: -gigglesnort- Bevel: But Lane made all the noise to scare them. B l u r r: / just flops against him / boomtank: Do you need help? Whirl: Pfft. Internal. *dips his helm and pushes it against the hand, like an enthusiastic horse* Down in my chest. Nobody can shut ME up. partytrain: *PHUNT, engines are go* Drift: *wraps arm around Blurr* Jazz: I dunno, man. I can't go back to Earth ye-!!! boomtank: -!!!!- Jazz: *hello goodbye. Where am I? No one knows. It's dangerous * Soundwave: *Soundwave is DELIGHTED* partytrain: whoops, sorry dude Rodimus: /Will make this a Blurr sandwich so help him/ partytrain: *turns them off slightly two seconds too late boomtank: -scrambles out of the way of FIRE- Jazz: *HI WELCOME TO BRIGHT LINE DEFENSE * Jazz: *it's called a Cyberformed wall* Soundwave: *Soundwave pings Astrotrain a promise of the biggest cube of booze* Drift: *what the hell just happened across the room?* Drift: *Drift cracks up* partytrain: *does he have a wall on his *** now* partytrain: *was this really worth it, soundwave* Soundwave: *Rumble doesn't really know what to do with the helm butting his hand so he just gently pats it* Soundwave: *It was so worth it.* partytrain: *........ yeah probably* B l u r r: / vents and just scrolls on a datapad. / boomtank: -is over the couch, thanks- Whirl: *gives the Cyberformed wall a brief glance but seems more interested in the movie. And is bat. Loud, hoarse stage whisper* Why do I gotta shut up? B l u r r: / trying to ignore Rodimus and just enjoy the present company / Whirl: *pat Soundwave: *Soundwave stretches out even more. Now there's a nice wall separating him from Jazz (and, unfortunately, Blaster). He's so comfy.* Jazz: *huffs* Man, yah made more of 'em show up! *brushing smoking runes on his arm * boomtank: -peers back over- /RUDE/ B l u r r: Can you not abuse the relic please? B l u r r: It's expensive. boomtank: -pointing at 'Train- Soundwave: //Ah, the sayin' we was all gonna die scrap. Like jokin', all "shhh".// partytrain: simple malfunction, won't happen again partytrain: *has the straightest face he can muster* boomtank: ........ Whirl: *deep breath, Raises his head. Stares into middle space as he feels the wisdom of the ages settle into his brain* OOOoooohhh. Okay. B l u r r: Well, if you malfunction again, I will /fix/ you. B l u r r: Permanently. B l u r r: He's expensive. B l u r r: If you damage the goods, he won't be worth as much when I have to give him back Soundwave: [[...Give him back?]] partytrain: *wings sink down* B l u r r: Although, he's obnoxious, so I suppose it was amusing. Soundwave: *Stares at Blurr.* [[Who's taking him?]] B l u r r: Yes, give him back. B l u r r: No one. I'm keeping him FROM someone else. boomtank: ....? Jazz: Yo, it was not my fault he found me, man. I was hidin'! boomtank: Jazz? Whirl: I'd killem. Soundwave: [[Who?]] Whirl: Just. Pam. Nobody'd ever find em, in the woods. boomtank: Who are you hiding from? Jazz: That bag o'rusted bolts, man. boomtank: Names Jazz Jazz: Damn bounty hunter came barrelin' from space like Drift: *attention torn between the movie and the drama with Jazz.* Jazz: "You're gonna come with me cause my creators are pisssed at yah" Jazz: And I was like "Wait, how are there two of us?" So here I am. Whirl: .......*the most surreptitious sideways glances* Wait. Y'mean Lockdown? Like the Lockdown from your 'verse? Bevel: *also having trouble paying attention to the movie will all this drama* Jazz: Yeah, that one. Whirl: *nods slowly again* Whirl: *mental....... images...................* B l u r r: / vents and shifts a little/ Anyway. Drift. Like I said, we can steal you a ship if you really need one. B l u r r: Wasn't planning on it, but it's not hard to find one. Soundwave: [[-Lockdown- is after you? The one with the spark extracting device?]] partytrain: *has no idea who the frick they're talking -- well ok that would be kind of dangerous* Jazz: Yep. But I ain't got no spark to extract, yah know? Soundwave: [[You have an All Spark.]] Jazz: I /AM/ the All Spark. Drift: Oh, I was—I was gonna buy it. On Cybertron. B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: Well, that's fine. Bevel: *attention now totally on Jazz* Really? Drift: ((would they stop making those sounds with her leg my god)) Soundwave: [[Yes. You are. And if he extracts that?]] Whirl: Better let him, Teach, he's LOADED. Rodimus: (whys her lep sound like it breaks every time she falls?) B l u r r: [[[ oh my god i know ]] Whirl: Drift is stupid rich. partytrain: *... he's carrying around a bunch of dead people??* partytrain: *how long has it been since h'es seen tyran documentaries..... hAS he seen those* Jazz: He can't extract it. Jazz: We're combined. Soundwave: [[That's little better.]] partytrain: she's gonna be missing a foot partytrain: aww its still there Jazz: He seemed to listen to me for a minute. Jazz: Got him to go back once and he came back full force. partytrain: ITS GIVING FOOT BIRTH Rodimus: /flinches as whats on the screen/ Jazz: Says his creators wanna see me brought back? No idea. Rodimus: (also can't type tonight) Drift: ((*silent high pitched scream*)) B l u r r: [[ bLEGH ]] Soundwave: *Soundwave's hands curl and uncurl* boomtank: So you're staying here until it's safe? Jazz: Blurr came and got me. Jazz: Said he's gonna take me to someone who can keep me safe. Soundwave: [[Who.]] B l u r r: I said no such thing, he's a filthy liar. Soundwave: [[Another name. Now.]] Jazz: Who was it? B l u r r: Yeager. And his bumbling band of Autosnots. partytrain: ........ *leans over conspiratorially to frenzy again* is he full of dead people? jazz i mean B l u r r: [[ im offended that she has my name ]] Soundwave: [[A human?]] Soundwave turns to Blurr. [[You're trusting the All Spark to a fleshbag?]] Rodimus: /mumbles/ Autosnots that ya like so much Drift: *shOVES FACE* B l u r r: / lifts claw and leans over to Rodimus/ Yes, he likes me VERY much. Soundwave: \\UH. MAYBE? PROBABLY.\\ B l u r r: So much so that I'm technically part of his CREW. boomtank: I could help, if you want? partytrain: *makes a face* B l u r r: / looks to Soundwave/ And I trust Cade Yeager to keep him safe. Drift: Yeager, though, Blurr? He's kindaaa... not very competent. Soundwave: *Glance at Blaster.* [[How?]] B l u r r: No, but he'll put himself in harm's way for his kids. B l u r r: The Autobots are like his kids. Drift: Yeah, but there's a lot of competent people who will do that. Soundwave: [[Bravery is no cover for incompetency.]] boomtank: Taking him in? B l u r r: Well, it's not my universe's problem. THAT is sitting next to you. Whirl: Hhe. Heh heh HEH HEH HEH. Whirl: *laughs loudly; his vocalizer is glitching badly* Whirl: TEACH. So. You buddy buddy with a human now. Huh. Rodimus: /shoves Blurr as he stands up and walks away/ Whirl: Nice. Jazz: I dunno, I think I'd trust this Yeager guy. He seems kinda chill. Drift: *rude gesture at Rodimus as he passes* Soundwave: [[He is a -human.- At least Blaster is one of our kind.]] B l u r r: I am NOT buddy buddy with a HUMAN. Soundwave: [[And capable of broadcasting long distance if something happens.]] B l u r r: / scrubs claws down face. Digging them in/ partytrain: peters dead Whirl: Yeah you are! *cheerfully* I knew you'd come around. B l u r r: I'm NOT! B l u r r: / scratching on his finials. He's having such a bad day omg. / Drift: *wraps arm around Blurr* boomtank: I mean...I'm not pushing, but we'd welcome you if you say yes Whirl: Good job, Teach. partytrain: i went pee who died)) Drift: ((the black guy)) Drift: ((because apparently we haven't stopped doing that yet)) Jazz: I dunno... kinda made a deal with Blurr though. Bevel: [[Next up will probably be his girlfriend who has a ghost or something growing out of her foot B l u r r: [[ omg i know right? ]] Drift: Hey Whirl, how close to sober are you? B l u r r: [[ i was not aware he was gonna die first. I apologize ]] boomtank: What type? Jazz: The secret kind. Drift: ((it ain't your fault they pulled that bull)) B l u r r: [[ my book wont! ]] Soundwave: ((man don't you be apologizing for hollywood types making the same dumb stereotypical asshat moves as always)) Bevel: [[srsly, not your fault B l u r r: Regardless... /vents/ You have to agree not to fight with my other alliances... since that;s what you are. boomtank: ((yeah, it's like a horrible formula they keep reusing Soundwave: [[He does not like this deal. It is unsafe.]] Whirl: *to Drift* More than I'd like, really. Drift: Who are your other alliances? Jazz: It ain't that unsafe. Jazz: Blurr's never actually hurt me. partytrain: well that wasnt weird at all partytrain: *pokes frenzy* you got any more snacks? Soundwave: [[The -human- part, you rune-covered--]] B l u r r: The Tyran Autobots. Soundwave: *Frenzy nods and hands over a handful. It's like nothing to Astro's big mitts, but still. He tried.* boomtank: Well....if you need a place to stay, or reinforcements, you have my comms., right? B l u r r: / mumbles to Drift/ JT and his band. Jazz: ' Course I do, man. I won't hesitate to ask for help. partytrain: .. *delicate nibbles to make them last* Jazz: * looks at Soundwave* Yah know, you really DO show concern. Jazz: *SMUG* Bevel: *grumbles to herself about all the loud noises in this movie* Whirl: ...*peers at the screen; attempts to mimic the buzzing noise* partytrain: the suns not coming up, duh Soundwave: [[Do not take it personally. It is about the inside, not the shell.]] Jazz: Suuure it is. Jazz: *reaches over to poke with a claw* Soundwave: *Slaps it away* Drift: ... *murmurs* I won't start a fight with them. But if they start one, we'll defend ourselves.* B l u r r: ... /vents/ Sure. boomtank: -can you two not, he's in the middle still- Jazz: *snickers and leans on Blaster instead* Soundwave: @Blaster: [[If he moves to you, you must do your best to defend him. If you are both found, call him. He will do what he can.]] Soundwave: *If the Tyran Autobots fail... well, they'd better not.* boomtank: @ Soundwave -If he does, if Lockdown comes for him, he will be facing the Autobot army. But I will call- partytrain: weLP Whirl: PFFT. Drift: ... What happened? Rodimus: What just happened? B l u r r: Wow. She's dead. partytrain: dONT BREAK VOODOO THINGS Whirl: She snapped the thing in half--the thing with her hair. partytrain: IT WAS HER boomtank: -and pats Jazz's head- Drift: Oh. Whirl: Then the girl snapped in half. Rodimus: Ah.. Soundwave: //What the frag? How'd that work?// Whirl: *clicks his claws ominously* Maaaagic. Drift: Sympathetic magic. Soundwave: *Soundwave debates something for a few seconds. Then decides there are some things worth the hit and pings Blaster a thank-you.* Soundwave: //...Not for nothin', but wouldn't sympathy magic be the helpin' kind?// partytrain: she's black, u know she dead)) Soundwave: //Ain't that what it means?// partytrain: OH HEY NOT YET)) Drift: You link two things by attaching them to each other with parts of themselves. Like, if you trade badges with someone, then you—share traits with each other, basically. B l u r r: / Mumbles and types on datapad. He's organizing / Bevel: Trade badges? Drift: It's not sympathetic like—like oh, I feel sorry for you. It would be more accurate to call it EMPATHETIC magic. What happens to one thing, the other thing feels. B l u r r: [[ yo like can they not with her leg ]] partytrain: wait what why would you trade badges B l u r r: [[ im having a frighten ]] Drift: Yeah! Your Dece— er. Your faction badges. B l u r r: [[ YEAH IM NOT WATCHIN THAT ]] partytrain: *chirrup?* B l u r r: [[ YALL TELL ME WHEN ITS DONE ]] Soundwave: ((*SCREAMS* i am not lookingtgkgh)) Whirl: *peers* Bevel: [[NOPE partytrain: i will watch for u)) partytrain: ITS GONE)) Drift: ((it's still going)) Whirl: Something done crawled up in there. Drift: ((... it MIGHT be over but i don't trust it)) Drift: ((yeah, it's safe)) B l u r r: [[ i do not do bugs under skin. I am TERRIFIED of that really happening to me ]] partytrain: that particular bit is done, idk whether they'll do it again or not)) Drift: Usually lovers do it. If you trade your badge with soneone you love, then a part of you is there to protect them when they're in battle, and vice-versa. boomtank: -pings back a cheerful 'you're welcome'- Soundwave: //Huh. I never heard that one.// partytrain: nO ITS NOT Whirl: Me neither. Soundwave: //...Wouldn't, y'know, actually helpin' 'em be better?// partytrain: *distracted from squinting @ drifticon* B l u r r: / typing on his datapad / Drift: Well, you might not be there. Like, maybe you're across the battlefield from them and can't get there in time. Drift: Or maybe you've been stationed across the galaxy from each other. Whirl: Setting their opponents on fire is more romantic, if you ask me. Whirl: But wh--yeah. Whirl: What he said, partytrain: *.... quietly takes mental notes* Soundwave: *Soundwave's spark twinges at the bit about not getting across the battlefield in time.* Drift: I mean, obviously, if you're THERE, you want to actually save them yourself. Trading badges is like a... a way to give them extra protection in case you CAN'T be there. Bevel: That sounds like a nice thing. Soundwave: *...He quietly pings Buzzsaw to make sure he's okay.* partytrain: *would it be hella obvious if he swapped out a wing symbol for overlord's boob symbol* Drift: I've never heard of Autobots doing it. It might only be a Decepticon thing. Which makes sense, I guess. Bevel: *has no symbols to trade with anyone but it sounds nice in theory* Soundwave: //Why's it make sense?// Soundwave: //Autobots don't give a frag about their squeezes or what?// partytrain: you're down a LEG don't CLIMB THAT B l u r r: She's gonna fall her asss down. Whirl: Never heard of it either, but 's not he sorta thig I'd hear about, anyway. B l u r r: [[ NOPE I KNOW HERE THIS IS GOING ]] Whirl: Regardless of what type-a badge I got. Drift: Since Deceptibrands are made of a piece of your spark casing. It turns out Autobots don't do that. They just... hand new recruits a badge. partytrain: huh Soundwave: //...F'real?// partytrain: so like a sticker B l u r r: [[ nah ill be back ]] Drift: Yeah. Just like that. Like a sticker. partytrain: weird B l u r r: [[ i predict whats gonna happen and its gonna be gross ]] Whirl: *that reminds him, h's still gotta find some back alley doctor who'll weld his spark chamber shut* Drift: Like the shame badges they give you if you lose yours, except Autobots never even get a real one. partytrain: *gently touches a wing* B l u r r: Badges are signifcantly important. They shouldn't just be given away. partytrain: *probably sohuldnt have to specify his own idk if anyone else is a flightmodel besdies sounders* Whirl: I been blown halfway to hell so many times, there's no way a badge'd survive. Soundwave: \\YEAH, SAME.\\ B l u r r: I keep mine safe. Drift: Yeah. Yeah. It's literally a part of you. Whirl: *excuse you, best flight model in the room* partytrain: i managed to keep these somehow Soundwave: \\PIT, I THINK MINE GOT BLOWN OFF LIKE... A YEAR IN.\\ boomtank: -still absently patting Jazz's head, watching the movie in mild horror- Drift: That's why you'd only offer it to somebody who you trust with having literally a part of yourself. partytrain: i think its cause wings're more likely to be protected anyway partytrain: sheer dumb luck honestly Jazz: *grins and just lets a pulse of happiness flood his field* Whirl: *nods* You can't get into actual, real, GOOD fights and keep some piece of metal on you pristine. It's not a good fight until you're mostly blown away. partytrain: yes go into the murder hose partytrain: house Soundwave: \\HAHA, MURDERHOSE.\\ B l u r r: Mine's always been safe. I keep it that way, though. Drift: Hey, I went out on a battlefield over a dozen times to pick up the shrapnel of my own armor to get my badge back. B l u r r: I never let anyone harm it. Drift: You take care of that. Whirl: My original one is long, long gone. partytrain: *gently elbows* you're a murderhose Soundwave: //So's ours. I mean.// Well, they died. //Yeah.// partytrain: dude that's not peter either Soundwave: *Frenzy elbows back and snorts* Whirl: And, sounds to me like you had a lot of free time. *snorts* Whirl: But whatever foats your boat, mech. Drift: AFTER the battle is done? Sure, you've got time. There's always time between battles. Whirl: Nobody's carving ANYTHING out of my spark chamber. Nobody's touching it. Whirl: Nobody's even SEEING it. Soundwave: [[Finally, a sensible mech.]] Whirl: And, we kept outselves busy, in the Wreckers. partytrain: *absently scratches at his chestplates* B l u r r: They're /always/ busy. Whirl: *nods at Soundwave; he is eminently sensible. ......no he isn't* B l u r r: / grumbles and keeps typing / partytrain: wow cat i didnt need emphasis)) Whirl: See, Teach gets it. Drift: ((*ominously scratches at his chestplates*)) partytrain: dfghjk partytrain: )) Soundwave: [[He doesn't understand why anyone would risk it.]] B l u r r: [[ why would you go IN to the house? ]] Drift: Is she fo—why is she following him in? Come on. Whirl: ...*lapses into a long silence; thinking about the Wreckers isn't the best idea now* boomtank: -hums and responds in kind ignoring the movie now- partytrain: gotta have that murder quota Bevel: I think there was something outside in the trees. Drift: *glances at Soundwave* Because you think you've found something worth the risk. Jazz: *pats Blaster and keeps the pulse flowing. Welcome to the all sparks nice EM Field. It's powerful and kind atm * Soundwave: *Well, outside of carrier business. But Decepticons poking their claws into his spark? No. No. Not even when it was freshly formed and he was loyal.* Whirl: Nothing's worth the risk. Soundwave: [[A badge is not worth that risk.]] partytrain: *more scratching* partytrain: gdit kittenS)) Soundwave: ((this hole, it was made for me)) Whirl: ((DRR... DRR... DR.R...)) partytrain: saME)) Drift: ... It wasn't just the badge. The badge is the faction is the Cause. It's all... it was all the same thing. Soundwave: ((i would rather stay in the box)) boomtank: -it's a very weird EMF but it's nice, and Jazz's. Happy pulses from himself leaning into Jazz in return- partytrain: i got 3 kids gettin all up in my business why)) Jazz: *grins and just settles for this happy cuddle pile* B l u r r: [[ hhhhh im scared of crap like this, too ]] partytrain: just partytrain: go back partytrain: ok butters is running interferance)) boomtank: -Yaaaaay. Cuddle are good for ignoring what is on screen- B l u r r: /vents and keeps typing. Is trying to stay out of this whole conversation / Soundwave: ((god this is so uncomfortable)) Jazz: *snicker* So, maybe I'll hit yah up and we can hang out sometime. Whirl: *falls silent again, cycling a long sigh and returning his full attention to the screen* Soundwave: //Swear it's like runnin' the Underworld.// partytrain: frag you too, lane B l u r r: You know, humans act like that hurts. Whirl: Tunnels that small? boomtank: Sounds good. Whenever you got some time. Jazz: Probably soon. Blurr lets me do whatever, honestly. Drift: ... She's a fighter. I wasn't expecting that. Soundwave: //Sometimes. 'N scrap chasin' ya, 'n not knowin' where ya - PRIMUS// B l u r r: / oh? A monster? / Rodimus: (my poor heart omg lol ) Whirl: Pfft. It had MY proportions. partytrain: ... didnt james die Drift: Apparently not. boomtank: Cool. So it's probably my schedual that needs work Whirl: I'm not particularly scared of the underground, but I do't think I could deal with tunnels THAT small all the time. Drift: ... Either that, ir he's dead and this guy is a trap. Soundwave: //Sometimes they're real big 'n stuff too. Jus' sometimes they ain't.// partytrain: ugh tiny tunnels Drift: ... Do you think she thinks they're rude? Talking about her like she's not even there? B l u r r: I think they're rude. partytrain: is he dead now? Drift: She keeps almost turning around! What's wrong with her! Soundwave: \\SO WHAT, THEY GOTTA STAND IN THE CORNER FOREVER?\\ Rodimus: (Soo is that a demon or something or some alien? im so confused ) Drift: Look at the corner, you know better! B l u r r: Wow... she's stupid. B l u r r: [[ im down for whatever it is. ]] Drift: ... Does looking at her through the camera count? B l u r r: [[ it's tall and lanky ]] Whirl: Oh hey. partytrain: its a squiggly friend!)) Whirl: Because they stretched her. B l u r r: Technically you're looking at her, you idiot... Whirl: That's why she's all gangly. partytrain: cameras count, dude B l u r r: What a moron... Drift: What if she just... closes her eyes and feels her way toward the door? B l u r r: Humans are so stupid. Soundwave: //Welp.// B l u r r: And uneducated. Drift: Don't turn around. It's a tri—you moron. Rodimus: Whelp... Whirl: She might accidentally grab a fistful of witch. boomtank: ..... Drift: The rules don't say anything about touching the witch being dangerous. partytrain: did it not occur to you the same voice in the same tone might be a TRAP Soundwave: //...What, that's it?// Whirl: No, but it might not be pleasant. partytrain: they're all dead partytrain: what else are they gonna do partytrain: weekend at bernies? Whirl: *swivels his helm around to give Rumble a dry look* Apparently so. Soundwave: *Grunts* B l u r r: / looks back at dataapad / partytrain: i escaped the kittens by sitting w/ the laptop on my knees while im laying down)) partytrain: so far its working)) B l u r r: So who's running Cybertron while you're recklessly away from it? Whirl: *shifts and streeeetches on the ground, pushing himself into a sitting position* B l u r r: / looks up at Rodimus / partytrain: this song <3)) Bevel: I did not like that movie. Soundwave: //Reminds me of that plant.// B l u r r: <3 ]] partytrain: feed me, seymour? Soundwave: //Naw, naw. The one that could do, like, phones 'n people talkin'.// Whirl: Hmm. B l u r r: The Ruins. B l u r r: / scrolling down his datapad/ Soundwave: //That's it!// B l u r r: mmhm. partytrain: oh Whirl: When you said that, reminded me of the fungus movie. partytrain: ........ by the way where the hell am i right now B l u r r: My ship. The Emperor. Whirl: Snack Attack Central Hq. partytrain: its.. very shippy... 10 outta 10 B l u r r: Mm... thanks. Soundwave: //What fungus movie?// Whirl: The one where they replaced the baby. partytrain: *awkward potato rolls out from under soundwave's footers.. also the wall if that's still there* Soundwave: \\...HOW'D YA GET HERE NOT KNOWIN' WHERE YA ARE?\\ Whirl: And then that guy became the new fungus king or whatever. partytrain: ............ i have no idea partytrain: the door, probably B l u r r: Hn. Soundwave: *Soundwave lets him up* Soundwave: *Pat with feeler.* Jazz: *oh yeah. Swipes the wall away* Soundwave: //Oh yeah, that one. Man, humans got problems with forests.// boomtank: -Good Jazz- boomtank: -The wall is not needed now- Whirl: *nods* Whirl: Probably a good idea to avoid 'em on principle. partytrain: *is pat* partytrain: forests *** suck partytrain: low hangin branchs n tree demons n slag B l u r r: sounds like a place I'd go. B l u r r: / swipes screen clear and tosses datapad aside Drift: Oh. Yeah. The fairy movie. Soundwave: [[He likes the look of them.]] partytrain: someone got around my defenses and into my face)) Bevel: Looked like you. Whirl: Never spent much time there. Soundwave: *Soundwave looks at Bevel* Jazz: *yaawns* I love messin' with this mech's music, man. *nudges Blaster* Jazz: So, y'all wanna party sometime? Jazz: I don't know half of yah, but we can party hard. Soundwave: [[Rude. ... But true. And amusing.]] Bevel: *grins* Soundwave: \\...WHAT KINDA PARTY.\\ partytrain: yeah that Jazz: Uh, a PARTY, mech. Jazz: A JAZZ party. No one throws a party like me! Soundwave: *Rumble looks at Whirl* //Yer tall. Probably knock your helm on a branch or somethin'.// partytrain: bro i've never been to a jazz party partytrain: i wouldn't have a frame of reference Whirl: *grave nod* Probably. partytrain: for ovbivous reasons Soundwave: [[That's because everyone else throws -good- parties.]] B l u r r: / vents/ Oh. /glances at Drift/ And I need you to put every single nameof this crew you're assembling. Whirl: Gangly, too. Easy to get tangled in things. B l u r r: / hands datapad/ Just keep that until you figure it out. Drift: Ssso far it's just me. Drift: Hold up. B l u r r: Mm. Jazz: Well, lemme tell you. Jazz: My parties even get Optimus outta the room. Drift: Hey, Frenzy! Wanna join a small ship that's allied with pirates? *points at Blurr when he says "pirates"* partytrain: pirates? Soundwave: //What kinda place ya like best? Not countin' air.// boomtank: -pats, giggling slightly- Sounds like fun partytrain: ........ *omg is that why he has the eyepatch* Soundwave: \\YEAH! ... WAIT.\\ Looks at the Boss. Boss has been listening. He nods. \\YEAH! UH, THE BOSS GOT FINAL SAY ON WHAT I GOTTA DO, BUT YA BET I DO.\\ Whirl: *stares rather blankly into middle space for a long moment; his vice is rather flat when he speaks, at last* Don't really have one. Soundwave: *Frenzy bounces in place, ready to about vibrate out of his armor plating* B l u r r: / dont ask him that omg / Drift: Okay! *looks at Blurr* That's one. partytrain: *HES MORE TACTFUL THAN THAT* Drift: Whirl! How sober are you? Soundwave: *THE LOUDEST OF WHOOPS* B l u r r: Mm. Soundwave: //How c--oh, sorry. Drift's talkin'.// B l u r r: / leans over to mumble to his vacant side / partytrain: *he is going to look at the host w/ a new light tho* partytrain: *big flowing pirate cape + tricorner hat, thats what he needs* Whirl: *blinks and regards Drift with a half-lidded optic* What do you want? Drift: New ship. Tiny crew. Allied with Blurr. Lots of fighting. Quests and goals TBD. I want you on it. Whirl: *regards him rather blankly* I'll get back to you. Soundwave: *Rumble's visor blinks out and back* Jazz: Yah know, though, I might end up goin' back home. Soundwave: //You ain't gonna jus' jump?// Jazz: *flashes visor* I don't wanna leave my mechs behind. *most of them are dead lmao* boomtank: Hmn? Really? Drift: ... Okay. Let me know. Whirl: *swivels the blank stare to Rumble* No. Drift: ... I really want you on the crew. *that's all he'll say. he's leaving it at that.* Soundwave: //Huh. 'Kay.// Soundwave: *Soundwave remembers this from the nemesis movie. He scoots further away from Jazz.* Whirl: *there's a long pause before he says anything* Why? Jazz: *wiggles* partytrain: *awkward wing flicker* Jazz: Yeah, really. *looks at Blaster* It's been hard, man. I'm lookin' all over for anyone who's left. Jazz: There's gotta be some. Soundwave: *Frenzy nudges Train with a foot* Soundwave: \\PIRATE?\\ boomtank: -almost falls over becasue WHY Jazz, don't move- partytrain: *makes an i don't know sound* partytrain: *wings are perked up tho* Jazz: *snicker* Drift: Because I can think of, like, ten Autobots who kick as much *** as you, and out of those ten you're my favorite. boomtank: -huffs and pokes- Jazz: *pokes back with a grin* Drift: ((AS$, LIVESTREAM. AS$.)) Whirl: *at last ahs an expression, and this time it's faint suspicion* Whirl: ((whirl kicks all the asterisks* Drift: *Drift figures that's as close as he can get to saying something actually NICE about Whirl before Whirl recoils.)) boomtank: Yeah. There's got to be some. Good luck finding them Drift: ((there shouldn't be a )) there)) Jazz: Thanks, mech. partytrain: *leans over to frenzy conspiratorially..... way down low, bc he's half standing* i dunno if can deal with no booze though Soundwave: \\SO JOIN DRIFT. BET HE GOT BOOZE.\\ partytrain: was this a conscious choice or the magic of shuffle)) Whirl: *finally looks away and goes back to staring into middle space for a bit before he ooks to Rumble again* Why're you so surprised, anyway? partytrain: sssooo... the fighting... quests optional thing..... is that autobot-only or Soundwave: \\DO I LOOK AUTOBOT TO YOU?\\ B l u r r: If you have questions, you should probably ask the Captain. partytrain: WELL I MEAN B l u r r: / scrolling on datapad/ Just saying. partytrain: autobot-preferred?? i dunno partytrain: ..... wait i thought you were the captain Soundwave: //Dunno. Usually you're, like. First in line for fightin' 'n scrap.// B l u r r: I AM the Captain. B l u r r: I don't care what faction you're from boomtank: Welcome, Jazz Bevel: I am not an Autobot. Whirl: Fighting, yeah. Locking myself up in some small ship with a bunch of chuckleheads, maybe not. Whirl: Well. Chuckleheads and Drift. *be honored, Drift* Soundwave: \\HEY!\\ partytrain: .... do you care that i'm a functioning alcoholic partytrain: apparently there's a thing B l u r r: It depends. Whirl: Chuckleheads and Drift and Frenzy. partytrain: *submissive wings* Soundwave: \\THAT'S BETTER.\\ Whirl: *looks to him* You're gonna be on board? Soundwave: //What, me?// Whirl: Well, I was asking Frenzy, but sure, same question. Drift: *is officially Not a chucklehead. is VERY honored.* B l u r r: It depends on how you are when you're drunk. B l u r r: / still typing / Drift: Rumble's invited too, but I think he wasn't interested. Soundwave: \\ME, YEAH. WHEN I CAN.\\ partytrain: *..... makes a general gesture towards self* partytrain: this is how i always am B l u r r: / looks to his vacant side/ Honey, you weren't functional. You were very dysfunctional. Drift: ... And right now, the list is just Frenzy, me, and maybe you. No chuckleheads so far. B l u r r: / looks to Train/ Then I suppose yes, but the second I see a problem, I'll start tearing things off. B l u r r: Starting with your wings. partytrain: wait what kind of problem Drift: I mean, that might change. Every crew can handle at least two chuckleheads. B l u r r: / looks to his vacant side and tilts his helm/ ... / mumbles and motions to Train. Shakes again/ B l u r r: Like you can't do your job. Whirl: We made do with one hundred and ninety=eight chuckleheads, back on. ...back home. Soundwave: //Eh. Maybe if somethin's -real- worth seein'. I was kinda thinkin' of goin' construction again. Make somethin' nice. Not all scrap 'n rocks all the fraggin' time.// boomtank: -yawns- Jazz: *frowns and chin hands* boomtank: -he needs a nap- Whirl: *nods slowly; that seems like a worthy enough plan* Drift: *"home." deflates a little.* partytrain: s'not a problem, served in the war well enough B l u r r: Then you can stay, I guess /gets up and hands a datapad/ Fill that out. Soundwave: *Rumble caught that 'back home' thing.* B l u r r: / twitches finials and starts talking to both sides. Hello it's council time / partytrain: *tbh not phased at all by talking to dead people, still thinks you would look cooler w/ a hat* B l u r r: / make him one and he might be amused / partytrain: *takes datapad, then pauses* what's your policy on personal freedom? partytrain: KEETS NO)) B l u r r: I don't care what you do, just don't stab me in the back Whirl: All right, losers. *this is said perhaps without the gusto it usually is; Whil gatehrs his feet under him and rises* See you guys later. B l u r r: Or I will remove yours. partytrain: cool Soundwave: //...Seeya, mech.// *Frown and leg bop with fist* B l u r r: / waves at whirl / Bevel: Bye, Whirl partytrain: *he's barely literate, he's gonna have to take this back 'home' or its never gettin done* Whirl: *he does not react to the bop; gives a slight head bob to the room before he turns and leaves* Drift: ... Whirl. B l u r r: / he can teach you how to read / Whirl: *pauses in the doorway* Yeah. Drift: Whether or not you decide you wanna come... come talk to me soon, okay? boomtank: -okay, he should be going home now. He's tired- Whirl: *regards Drift with a blank expression for moment, and then goes; what that look was supposed to mean is anyone's guess* boomtank: -up he goes- Rodimus: /Is still here, just chilling with a cube/ Drift: *Drift thinks that look means "you're gonna have to hunt me down with a tranq gun, fragger"* B l u r r: / stands up and stalks over to Rodimus/ You. B l u r r: Stop comming me. Soundwave: *No reaction to the bop has Rumble chewing on his thumb and thinking. He's probably gonna stay that way for a bit.* partytrain: ..... also what's the policy on that guy-- oh okay you're dealing with it Whirl: ((PFFT NOT A BAD GUESS DRIFT)) Rodimus: Why? partytrain: *.... wait if he leaves will he find this place again* partytrain: **** guess he's campin out* B l u r r: Because we aren't friends. B l u r r: I don't go through boyfriends like Kleenex /hissing at him. Quietly / B l u r r: I have a spot with the Tyran mechs because I am capable and a good soldier for them. B l u r r: Why do you have to make everything I do such a pathetic attempt? /leaning SUPER close/ partytrain: *just gonna crash behind this couch to give ya'll some privacy* Drift: Because he has no natural supplies of self-esteem and so has to steal everyone else's to maintain his own. Rodimus: /Is trying to lean back with his cube to his lips. He looks at the giant mech going behind the couch then Blurr/ partytrain: *u don't see anything* Jazz: *leans back. He's gonna watch this shiit show* Rodimus: /Looks at Drift with a frown and honestly ya'll should give him credit for keeping quiet for so long/ Rodimus: /but since Blurr wants to poke the hornets nest/ boomtank: -annnnd he's heading out. Waves on the way to the door- G'night! B l u r r: /snorts at Drift. Truth / Jazz: *waves at Blaster* boomtank: ((thanks for the stream, gotta go now, g'night Bevel: *enjoys quiet time with Chimera on the floor while this goes on* B l u r r: [[ ni ni ]] Bevel: Bye, Blaster Soundwave: *Chimera hasn't been given outside attention in a long, long... LONG time. It quietly coils around her arm and squeezes.* Rodimus: /He finishes the cubes before crushing it/ So quick question...whats your current boyfriends name? Weren't you dating that cog fanatic or something? B l u r r: Shut up. Rodimus: What happened? B l u r r: / no seriously shut up / It's Roadbuster. Bevel: *will pet him then* Rodimus: No no no. The last time I talked to ya you were gettin' really close to some giant 'Con. B l u r r: / grabs his jaw with his claw/ I am serious, shut up. Drift: *droning from the couch* He can't reply to your actual accusations because he knows he's got no leg to stand on so he's taking cheap shots at your love life. Soundwave: *Soundwave starts turning his head over in Rodimus' direction* Soundwave: *Is this about the mysterious JT?* B l u r r: / leans closer and gets in his face/ I will leave your planet alone, but keep your mouth shut. partytrain: *peeps over couch back* B l u r r: At least I /have/ one... Rodimus: /is very much grinning now and completely ignoring everything else./ partytrain: listen... LISTEN... does anyone have an extra stylus or is it okay if i use my fingers Drift: I've got some! Drift: They're not styluses. They're tiny swords. partytrain: dude partytrain: i want to stab my form Drift: I collect them, actually. Here, look. *stands, rummages around in his armor pockets, and pulls out a handful* Here. Rodimus: /He grabs Blurr's wrist/ Finding loving and friends all in the wrong dimension Rodimus: love* Drift: They'll probably break first, to be honest. They're from Earth. All genuine human-made swords. B l u r r: / snarls and yanks his claw away/ I don't need to keep to my universe... B l u r r: That one's gone. partytrain: wait they're real swords? cool partytrain: .... *LOUD SWORD NOISES* Rodimus: /Makes sure he still haves Blurrs hand in his grip/ And why did you leave? Rodimus: Nothing to go back to in your universe? B l u r r: Master is /gone/ B l u r r: There's nothing else there for me. Rodimus: Wow... partytrain: *the tiny screeching is not working he tried* B l u r r: Wow /what/ ? Soundwave: *Hmm. Nothing else. Well, at least the swords are interesting.* Rodimus: And you call me pathetic? You're really something. B l u r r: Pardon? B l u r r: You're clinging to a throne you STOLE! Drift: Mad that you're not worth coming back for, Rodimus? *obnoxious peanut gallery* partytrain: *after the initial distraction screech he is being hella careful w/ .... aw *** it broke* B l u r r: / snorts at Drift. EEEEY. nice one / Rodimus: /glares at Drift before his face breaks into a smile/ You know what? B l u r r: What? Drift: *looks at the broken sword in dismay* ... Here. Try this one. *offers a rubber sword. it's bendy.* partytrain: *immature wiggling first* Rodimus: No matter how many times you say I stole it, it doesn't really matter. Because guess whose ruling the entire planet with bots who are ACTUALLY loyal. I mean, Prime wasn't really liked. B l u r r: / snarls / partytrain: *okay actually he might be distracted w/ the bendy whoops* Drift: Better to be feared than loved. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle wiggle* Drift: *THE PEANUT GALLERY WILL NOT STOP* B l u r r: He had loyal followers. And he was ten times the Autobot you are. Rodimus: Better to be feared than loved? /he laughed/ How long do you think fear last in those you keep close by? Hmm? Bevel: I can fix that, Drift. Rodimus: Honestly I don't think both of your processors can even balance the two out properly B l u r r: Look what Magnus turned you into... partytrain: THEY KNOCKED DOWN MY WET PRESERVED SNAKE)) Drift: Sorry, are you saying that your closest followers DON'T fear you? Drift: I think that says more about how fearsome YOU are, doesn't it? B l u r r: You're a sniveling brat on a chair. B l u r r: Magnus turned you into a sniveling PRINCE! Rodimus: Do you two even listen? B l u r r: I have selective hearing. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle wiggle* Rodimus: Obviously B l u r r: Do you listen to yourself? Rodimus: I do. And look at where its gotten me now Drift: I'm listening. I'm hearing a lot of posturing and a so-called great leader of a planet who apparently has nothing better to do with his time than neg a pirate captain. B l u r r: You listened to Magnus, who acted just like you are now. B l u r r: And he got his face RIPPED OFF for it! Rodimus: Magnus was an idiot anyway.... B l u r r: Oh, so you don't miss him? B l u r r: Not one bit? Rodimus: ... B l u r r: The mech who was SO HAPPY to see him out of prison? Rodimus: Magnus. Was an idiot B l u r r: He was your /boyfriend/. Rodimus: And that didn't last very long did it? B l u r r: Isn't he dead? partytrain: *goes to poke drift for a bigger one.... he's embroiled in Drama..... just gonna sink back behind the couch with loud rubber wiggle noises in his wake* B l u r r: / looks at Drift / Drift is right. You're just feeding your own ego... Drift: *mumbles* Who was going on a minute ago about how his followers were SO LOYAL to him? Drift: And who was going on about how somebody goes through boyfriends like tissue...? Bevel: *will fish out one of her own styluses to slide over to Train* partytrain: *they dont wiggle tho* partytrain: *will totally double hand it* B l u r r: Tsk... / nods with Drift / Rodimus: /growled at being double teamed/ Drift: Sad. He's totally projecting his own issues. Rodimus: /also realized he was still holding Blurr's wrist/ Bevel: *enjoy* Rodimus: You wan to know something about Magnus, Blurr? B l u r r: Oh what? Rodimus: You'd think you'd pay attention to the fact that the mech always had his own interest in mind. And what did you see? Me tag along? B l u r r: ... /vents and flexes claw. Trying to tug his wrist back/ Drift is right, you're projecting. /vents/ You always followed Magnus. Soundwave: *Soundwave tucks all four datapads into somewhere in the gaps in his chest armor and motions for Rumble and Frenzy to follow him home. Chimera can stay with Bevel a while* Jazz: *grins at soundwave* See yah, buuuddy. Soundwave: *The contact with someone who isn't judging or ignoring them will do them good* partytrain: *nooo his security person :c* Rodimus: /he laughed/ Magnus, was always in the front. Magnus was always getting the attention. Magnus claimed he was going to take over the Autobots Soundwave: [[He's not your -buddy-. But he has no doubt he'll be seeing you.]] Jazz: Oh, I'll come visit! Soundwave: *Telepathic groan.* Rodimus: I may have tagged along, but I never followed him. I'd think you'd know me better than that by now. partytrain: wait, wait, frnzy partytrain: frenzy Soundwave: \\WHAT\\ B l u r r: I know what you are. You're a snake in the grass. partytrain: *gets up, scuttles over, and noogies him* partytrain: there B l u r r: Master never trusted you. That's why I was second and you weren't. Soundwave: \\AAAAAAAARGH\\ Soundwave: *wriggles free and runs to soundwave blowing raspberries the whole while* partytrain: *allows his captive to escape with a bit *** eating grin* partytrain: bye kids, have fun Rodimus: /stands up and drags Blurr with him/ B l u r r: / is dragged? Yikes / B l u r r: / WHY IS EVERYONE TALLER THAN ME / Rodimus: /HAH/ partytrain: *platform heels* Drift: *to his feet. grabs a sword.* Hey, hey— B l u r r: / glances at Drift and then at Rodimus / B l u r r: / holds up a claw/ Hold on, I want to see what he's going to try and form. B l u r r: He's not that highly educated. He needs to think of his words. Drift: ... *scowls, but doesn't attack. but moves to the side so he CAN.* B l u r r: And he better choose them /wisely/. partytrain: *is just awkwardly standin in the room now rip* partytrain: *call him when there's screamin* Rodimus: What? Can't fight your own battles now? Do you always have to have Drift with you? /he lets go, or rather just tosses it/ B l u r r: / stumbles and rubs his wrist/ I don't need Drift to fight my battles for me. B l u r r: I can fight by myself. But we're not fighting. Rodimus: Yes you do B l u r r: No, I don't. Bevel: *will bring Chimera back later then, for now she's gonna keep petting them. it's soothing and a nice distraction from all the drama* Drift: You know what this is called, Rodimus? Drift: It's called /loyalty./ Drift: Apparently you can't recognize it. partytrain: *scratches his chestplates* Rodimus: Ahh, loyalty Rodimus: But how far does yours really go? B l u r r: ...Drift is my best friend. B l u r r: He's not like you. Rodimus: Is he? Drift: Wanna find out? partytrain: *yeah he's gonna go hide behind the couch but better this time and hopefully wake up later* B l u r r: He is loyal. Rodimus: I don't need to find out from what I've already seen. B l u r r: I trust Drift with everything I have. Rodimus: But answer my comm, Blurr. What will you do when you're bestfriend can't come and help you? B l u r r: I'll fight by myself. Like I always have. Rodimus: Oh? Is that so? B l u r r: Yes. That is so. Drift: *... "comm"? Rodimus was COMMING Blurr?* B l u r r: / hyes yes he was / Drift: *oh goddammit he touched Rodimus's face all night for no reason* Rodimus: What will you do if he told 'no'? B l u r r: / u enjoyed it somehow / Rodimus: /You know you wanted to touch his face/ B l u r r: He just did and we're still friends. B l u r r: Drift has rights to choose whatever he wants. He's not chained to me. Rodimus: How cute. Rodimus: Did you hear that Drift, you're not chained to him? Do you know what that means? B l u r r: Will you get to the point and stop dancing? Drift: It's probably not a very good point. B l u r r: a dull point. Rodimus: /enjoys dancing/ partytrain: i might be imagining that literally)) Rodimus: Lol dancing?) partytrain: 'get to the point and for gods sake stop moving your feet')) Rodimus: Fine fine fine. partytrain: *aggressive cha-cha slide* no)) Rodimus: didn't Roadbuster die? Rodimus: Killed by humans or whatever? Rodimus: Didn't that whole universe go through an entire purge so some slag like that? Rodimus: And you're still hangin' around? B l u r r: ... It's a different one. Rodimus: ...a different one? Rodimus: So? What happened to....JT? Or whatever his name is. B l u r r: He's gone. Rodimus: So what are you on? /he counted on his fingers/ Mech number 5? B l u r r: ... /frowns/ It doesn't matter. B l u r r: / it's 6 / B l u r r: / possibly 7 / partytrain: *same* Rodimus: Ever stop to consider that every single bot you attempt to be loyal to in some shape or form...just ends up dying or leaving you. B l u r r: ... /twitches claws. / Rodimus: Lets see if I can remember some of their names. B l u r r: ... Stop. Rodimus: Dodge? B l u r r: Stop. Drift: EVERYONE dies or leaves eventually. That's because people die and people move in different directions from each other! Drift: Loyalty's got nothing to do with it. Drift: Loyalty makes them stay LONGER than they would have otherwise. B l u r r: / oh god thank god for Drift / yeah. Drift: If you're loyal to a mech for a thousand years and then they die, that's a thousand more years you'll have with them than you would have if you'd shoved them away at the start. Rodimus: /laughed/ Shut up Drift! Longer than they would have otherwise? Rodimus: Please Rodimus: Didn't one of your boyfriends try to kill you or something? Is that loyalty? B l u r r: ... /twitches finials/ Velocity did- it doesn't matter. B l u r r: You weren't loyal to me and we were partners! Rodimus: Does it? B l u r r: Every mission, who was it? You and I! B l u r r: Then you got this idea in your head that you could lead better than Master could and it tore us apart! B l u r r: You shot my jaw off, Rodimus! Rodimus: Why would I be loyal to YOU when all you do it stick up for Prime?! B l u r r: Because he was MY PRIME! Rodimus: YOUR PRIME IS DEAD! Drift: And now we're getting to the root of it. B l u r r: ... /has a murderous look on his face / Drift: You're just jealous he wasn't loyal to YOU FIRST. Rodimus: And for someone who was oh so loyal was BLIND. To what our so called master needed. And look at where your loyalty go him Rodimus: Dead. B l u r r: ... I didn't kill him! Drift: Otherwise why would it matter to you if he was loyal to someone else first. B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ Is that what he's saying? Rodimus: /snapped at Drift/ And so what? Drift: He's trying. Badly. Apparently loyalty was supposed to make you a trained medic who can identify internal diseases at a glance. Drift: So what? So you look like a jealous, petty idiot. You're trying to convince Blurr that he's wrong to be loyal because you're oh so sad that he wasn't loyal to YOU in the exact way YOU wanted him to be partytrain: *wait what he was not expecting Died of Plague, he thought it was gonna be Died of Shot* Drift: Sounds to me like YOU'RE the one who has a problem with loyalty. Not Blurr. B l u r r: I was loyal to my friend until he stabbed me in the back. B l u r r: We were /friends/ once. Drift: Backstabbing. That's a Rodimus problem. Not a Blurr problem. Rodimus: Once. /vents/ I don't have a problem with loyalty. I know where my loyalties lie and I know how to maintain my loyalty with others. B l u r r: So why do you say the things you say to me? B l u r r: / he's asking super honestly/ Drift: Because he's still jealous and bitter that you didn't put him first. Drift: And because he wants to see you fail out here. Because if you succeed, it means he's wrong about loyalty, he's wrong about you, and he's wrong about how he runs his life. B l u r r: ... Rodimus hates being wrong. Drift: *honestly Drift is going 40% on what Rodimus has said, 30% on what Drift knows about his OWN Rodimus, and 30% just saying whatever comes into his head to drown Rodimus out.* partytrain: *lowkey enjoying how they're speaking around the 'enemy' while he's Right There* Rodimus: /better believe it/ Rodimus: /SG is just a messed up place don't come here on vacation/ Drift: *he doesn't care about being right so much as he cares about completely discrediting Rodimus in Blurr's eyes. The more Drift can cut him down, the less Rodimus's words can hurt Blurr* partytrain: *ok but if rodimus starts bringing out the stick effigies it's time to go* Drift: Yeah? Does he? No surprises there. Bevel: *has learned so much just sitting here hanging out quietly with Chimera wrapped around her arm* Rodimus: /is seething right now. He knows how loyalty works. He knows very well/ B l u r r: / as does he / partytrain: *peeps helm over couch to watch for Blair Witch ***, just in case* Rodimus: /But Drift just keeps on talking and he can't handle it any to the point he rips off his *** moustache. -gasp-/ partytrain: .... it comes off? B l u r r: / oh my god / Drift: ... *crACKS UP* partytrain: it *** comes off Rodimus: (im sorry i ccan't stop laughing ) Bevel: *chokes* Drift: *DOUBLES UP LAUGHING* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHAHAHAA!! Drift: *drops his sword so he can put his hands on his knees* Oh— Oh Pr— *wheeeeeeze* P-P-Primus... B l u r r: / cackling behind his claws / partytrain: ...... dude partytrain: can i try it on Rodimus: ( ican't...omg my sides hurt) Bevel: [[omfg i cant Drift: *he can't breathe* Rodimus: /lets them have their fill for a moment/ partytrain: *listen you don't get to be smug MISSING A MUSTACHE misteR* B l u r r: / wheeze/ You are so stupid! Bevel: *gonna just lay down now so she can laugh into her own hands, don't mind her* Rodimus: /gives Train the 'stache so he can have it or whatever/ partytrain: ............ partytrain: *sticks it upon the end of his nose bc it is too small for his face* Drift: Whah— wh-wha.... What's, that... s-s-supposed... *wheeeeze* Drift: m'dyin. partytrain: *purses his lips and tries to look dignified* partytrain: you're right though this does feel kinda gross Drift: *looks up. CRACKS UP AGAIN* Drift: *waves astrotrain off. no. no. take it away.* partytrain: *the mustache falls off* Rodimus: /doesn't even seemed phased with the laughter/ Do you know why I where that thing? Drift: Oh—ohhhh... i knew it. Drift: s'gonna be a... big... symbolic hooha. partytrain: *sticks it on his forehead as a unibrow instead* hm? Rodimus: /rolls his optics/ Bevel: *giggles* Drift: *still giggling* Drift: *sits down to catch his breath and pick up his sword* Rodimus: /crosses his arms over his chest/ Drift: *waves vaguely at rodimus* Just, get on with it. partytrain: is it made of dead people partytrain: it's totally made of dead people Rodimus: /Nope. Nah.He too salty at you Drift./ partytrain: ..... is it secretly a batarang B l u r r: ... spit it out, Rodimus partytrain: are you secretly batman B l u r r: / crosses arms / partytrain: *still wearing it as a unibrow* Rodimus: You say I don't know anything about loyalty? Think all I know how to do it backstab people? B l u r r: That's all you do. Rodimus: How long do you think I was loyal to Prime? B l u r r: Not very... Rodimus: And why's that? B l u r r: Because you wanted his spot. Rodimus: HAH. Please. B l u r r: You did. Rodimus: If getting rid of him meant, taking his spot then. Fine. Rodimus: I wanted his spot. B l u r r: ... Why would you want to get rid of him? B l u r r: He was perfect... Rodimus: You can even say getting that spot was mostly out of revenge really. Perfect? HAH! B l u r r: Revenge for what?! He was rising us to the top! partytrain: ... so whats it got to do with the face squiggle Drift: Get on with it! Rodimus: And to get to the top he needed an army! One that he didn't care what happened to. As long as he got it. /which Rodimus did admire/ Because of our so called loyalty every single Wrecker is dead. Rodimus: But its okay right? B l u r r: We did what we had to... B l u r r: He did what he had to. B l u r r: We've all done what we had to! Drift: You ARE aware that soldiers die in a war, right? Drift: Like... when you sign up for an army... you're signing up for a chance to die. partytrain: yeah that's like... the first thing they tell you Rodimus: There's a thin line between common sense and knowing when to be stratigically smart. About something. Rodimus: I'm well aware that bots die. Thank you Drift: That's a thing that happens. When you join an army. The leader decides he needs to throw soldiers at a problem and not all of those soldiers will come home. B l u r r: It doesn't change the fact that we do what we have to to survive, Rodimus. Drift: Really? Because it sure sounds to me like you're complaining about soldiers dying.

I missed a lot, the chat was exciting. ;;;; a lot of arguing happened. the mustache migrated to Drift who wore it for .2 seconds before passing it back to Astro, who put it on his butt and started mockingly rephrasing everything Rodimus said. Rodimus claimed that he turned on Optimus to get revenge for the deaths of all the Wreckers.

B l u r r: To the end of my ember's lifespan. Rodimus: That's not very far. Thats something every Autobot swears to when they join. B l u r r: It is far for me. partytrain: *may have gotten distracted by his own butt bongos* B l u r r: I already went further than anyone else. Rodimus: And you're proud of it? B l u r r: ... /looks to his vacant side./ ... /looks back at Rodimus/ B l u r r: ... /cringing from the side/ B l u r r: Yes. Rodimus: /recalls something/ What exactly happened to Dodge? Drift: ... And I'm proud of him. Drift: *astro's falling down on the job, drift's gotta step back up* Drift: *hilarious bongos tho* B l u r r: / tenses up a little / I killed him. partytrain: *he tried so hard man* Drift: *you did great* Rodimus: /stares/ Why? B l u r r: / glances at Drift with a little smirk / B l u r r: Because... he was... it was an- he was lying to me. B l u r r: He lied to me. Rodimus: Every bot lies Blurr. B l u r r: He was going to go to the Decepticons and tell them all of the secrets he knew and I knew he'd tell them. He was too nice. B l u r r: I knew he'd tell. I knew he would. partytrain: *going to go back to mockingly wiggle his buns in time with rod's words* B l u r r: I panicked. I panicked so I killed him so he wouldn't tell... Drift: It's a fitting punishment for treachery. Drift: *knows the true story. backing up blurr anyway.* partytrain: *doesn't know the story, taking it at face value* Rodimus: Is this coming from the Decepticon turned Autobot? B l u r r: Leave Drift out of it. Drift: *big shrug* I'm ready for someone to come for me. Rodimus: You killed him so he wouldn't tell. And I'm sure that made Prime very happy. B l u r r: It did. B l u r r: He was proud of me. Rodimus: What is he your dad? B l u r r: ... No. partytrain: *wiggle wiggle* daaaaaaad B l u r r: He was more important to me than anything else.... partytrain: daddy help theyre being mean to me B l u r r: / it's hurting him to lie. Literally. His insides hurt / Rodimus: more than Dodge and everyone else I see. B l u r r: ... /picking at his arm / B l u r r: Dodge never left me Rodimus: He didn't? Does his frame move Blurr? B l u r r: Yes. B l u r r: / he sees it in his mind / Rodimus: Does he talk to you? B l u r r: Yes. Rodimus: /knows this/ Rodimus: Has anyone besides that idiot /he points at Drift/ Every acknowledge that they are alive? B l u r r: It doesn't matter. Rodimus: Ever* Rodimus: Does it? B l u r r: To me they are alive. And he isn't an idiot. Drift: Soundwave has. B l u r r: It doesn't matter! Rodimus: Yes it does. partytrain: ghost bros are cool too partytrain: i dunno what your problem is Drift: ... Hasn't Whirl too? Rodimus: You know very well what happens to an ember when it goes out. Drift: *has no idea if Whirl has. But thinks that would be the kind of thing Whirl would just shrug and go along with* Rodimus: Just the way you here Dodge. Do you hear Prime? Rodimus: hear* Rodimus: (man I can't type tonight) B l u r r: ... No. Rodimus: Why? B l u r r: I don't think he wants to talk to me. B l u r r: Whirl has, yeah... B l u r r: / shifts a little / Rodimus: Why wouldn't he want to talk to you? Weren't you important to him? partytrain: *sad bongos* Drift: Didn't you say you feel Optimus on a different level now? Like... higher than Dodge. B l u r r: I feel Master in a way that fuels my movements. B l u r r: He is the guiding force behind everything I do Rodimus: But you don't feel him enough to give him the same spot as Dodge. Drift: Know why Optimus doesn't talk to you, Blurr? B l u r r: I do... / shifts more. He's starting to internally panic / Drift: Because Dodge and Velocity talk to you because you own them. You control them. You kept them from leaving. B l u r r: / looks at Drift / Drift: You don't own Optimus. You've never owned Optimus. He's not under your power, he's a power over you. B l u r r: ... T-that makes sense. Drift: He's moved past the need to talk. He sends his messages to you in other ways. Drift: HE controls YOU. That's why you feel him as a force guiding you. He doesn't need words to steer you. He just does it, like you're his puppet. partytrain: *this is far beyond bongos.. he's just gonna sit his *** down and go back to workin on this datapad with his bendy sword* partytrain: *rip mustache* Rodimus: /snickers/ His puppet? B l u r r: .. /lifts claws and scrubs them over his faceplate / Drift: *drift is like 99% sure blurr would be into being optimus's puppet* B l u r r: what do you want from me, Rodimus? partytrain: is it a frag? cause it don't look like he's interested Rodimus: Thats pretty good though. You really were his puppet. Drift: ... He wants to make you feel bad. Drift: That's all. That's all he wants. B l u r r: I wasn't... Rodimus: You did everything for Prime. Gave everything for Prime. Prime made you feel special. Drift: *drift was wrong, blurr isn't into being a puppet. damn.* B l u r r: Yes, he did! B l u r r: He made me feel like an actual person! Drift: *oh okay, that's what we're going with* partytrain: *morE FURIOUS SCRIBBLING* Rodimus: Prime said to go left. You went left. Prime said to kill someone you actually liked, and you killed them. B l u r r: Yes. I did. Drift: The only thing Rodimus wants is for you to feel bad, Blurr. Rodimus: Do you enjoy being used like that? B l u r r: I don't feel BAD FOR DOING WHAT I DID! Drift: He doesn't want to have an actual conversation with you. He doesn't want to make any progress with you. He doesn't want closure. B l u r r: I WANTED HIM TO USE ME! Drift: He wants you to feel bad. Drift: Why are you listening to him? B l u r r: Because he gets under my PLATING /looks at Drift/ Drift: Why not just kick him off the ship. partytrain: oh, dude, i can totally help with that partytrain: he looks like he weighs 2 pounds Drift: What about him deserves ten seconds of your attention? B l u r r: ... /just stares at Drift / I don't... B l u r r: I don't know... /scrunches up face. His processor is whirring loudly / partytrain: *getting up with grabby hands at the ready* Drift: Nothing about him deserves your attention. B l u r r: He was my friend once... Rodimus: ...... Drift: *stands up and walks to Blurr.* Yeah. I know he was. Drift: But he's not anymore. And you don't owe him anything now. Drift: You don't owe it to him to hear him out. He doesn't deserve that chance. B l u r r: ... He was my partner in the Seekers. Drift: And he's just gonna use it to try to hurt you more. partytrain: *approaches roddy as subtly as he can manage* partytrain: *awaitin your orders tho boss* Rodimus: /Even Blurr and Rodimus don't understand the relationship they have. Its this weird thing. They hate each other but of to keep each other at arms length./ B l u r r: / yep / Rodimus: (but have*) Drift: *puts hands on Blurr's shoulders* He threw that away. B l u r r: ... We're like rivals. Drift: I've had a rival. Drift: He's not worth your time. B l u r r: ... /vents/ I suppose. partytrain: *expectant chirrup?* B l u r r: / glances at Rodimus/ Rodimus: /groans/ Whatever Blurr. You keep telling yourself you're the perfect soldier. Rodimus: Keep telling Drift how you only ever served Prime. Never a Traitor. B l u r r: I'm not a traitor. Drift: ... You don't have to look at him. Rodimus: Aren't you? B l u r r: / flickers optic/ I'm not... B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ I'm not a traitor. I'm loyal to my Prime... Drift: I know you are. Rodimus: You think no body knows how you left Magnus to go to Prime? B l u r r: I didn't leave Magnus. B l u r r: I never served him. Rodimus: Oh? You didn't? B l u r r: / or so he's convinced himself / I didn't. Rodimus: No. Rodimus: Everyone knows Blurr. Drift: Wow, huuuge treachery, leaving behind a treacherous leader to serve the true leader. B l u r r: No one knows. B l u r r: / looks at Rodimus/ Stop talking. Rodimus: Every Autobot knows. B l u r r: They don't know ANYTHING! B l u r r: YOU don't know anything! Rodimus: You want to talk about me and Magnus? Lets talk about YOU and Magnus! partytrain: *frag it he's going for it, will attempt to scruff rodimus* B l u r r: / pushes away from Drift and stalks over to Rodimus/ There was never MAGNUS AND I. Rodimus: In fact! Lets talk about how the Autobots practically disbanded because you LEFT! B l u r r: SHUT UP! B l u r r: / reaches for his chainsaw/ Get off of my ship. Drift: *would cut in, but looks like Astro's dealing with it* Drift: *that sounded like an eviction order to Drift* B l u r r: It wasn't my fault... I tried. B l u r r: I tried the best I could, they just WOULDNT LISTEN TO ME! Rodimus: /now they're all up in each other faces. But he's out. Please he's dealt with Skyfire he just slide on away from the room/ I wonder why? Rodimus: /hes out/ Drift: You don't have to explain yourself to a traitor. partytrain: *gDIT HE WANTED TO DRAMATICALLY TOSS HIM OUT* B l u r r: / Frustrated snarl scream and just throws chainsaw at the couch/ partytrain: *petulantly flings the mustache out in his place* Rodimus: /try harder!/ B l u r r: / kicks over a table. Digs claws into some of this table / B l u r r: / shouting at his empty space council / Drift: *... hovers nearby.* Drift: *will intervene if Blurr starts hurting himself. otherwise, will let him get it out.* partytrain: WELL partytrain: that was fun partytrain: im just gonna.. i'll sleep here, ok? *awkwardly perches on couch w/ datapad* B l u r r: /claws into his finials and just kicks over something else and wheezes / partytrain: *couch w/ datapad and chainsaw B l u r r: Oww... ow ow. /doubles over and grabs helm/ I don't want to be here... partytrain: *ahh, just like home* B l u r r: / i mean technically that can be ur home if u want / partytrain: *eternal couch crasher* B l u r r: / DID U LEAVE UR MOUSTACHE HERE THO RODIMUS OMG ./ partytrain: *idk people use this sometimes* partytrain: *it's in the doorway* Drift: ... Hey. Hey. *bends over a bit to gently wrap arm around Blurr's back.* Let's—let's sit down, okay? B l u r r: / flickers optic a little and jumps like a scared cat/ ... B l u r r: ... You're still here? B l u r r: / looking around/ You're still here. Drift: Of course. Always. Drift: I'm not leaving you, Blurr. partytrain: *writing 'this is super gay' in the margins of his datapad to be deleted later* B l u r r: ... T-that's okay. I'm ... I'm fine. It's fine. / trying to process / Drift: *just this once, Drift won't argue.* B l u r r: / moves to sit down and just sort of half on the couch, half off / partytrain: *yes hello* partytrain: *maneuvers so he's not taking up all of it nad keeps his big trap shut* B l u r r: / trying to process everything as fast as he can./ B l u r r: He's gone, why am I still mad... B l u r r: / scrubs faceplate with claws/ Rodimus: / Because deep down youu love him / Drift: Because that's what he wanted. B l u r r: / GET OUT U / B l u r r: / u love me first / B l u r r: He gets under my plating, he always gets under my plating... Drift: Because he spouted slag things he knew you were insecure about. partytrain: *smells like AXE body spray all of a sudden* Rodimus: / its tru im terble. / Drift: The things he says don't hurt because they're true. Drift: They hurt because you're already nervous about the decisions you made. B l u r r: ... But what if they ARE true? Drift: They aren't. B l u r r: What if I'm not the person I think I am... /which isn't much of a person, honestly / Drift: And what's more, he doesn't care if they're true. He only says them because he wants you to—to feel exactly like you feel now. Drift: Blurr, who in the universe could possibly know you better than you? Rodimus: /Me/ partytrain: *THERES THAT SMELL AGAIN* Drift: He betrayed you. He hurt you. He left. He only knows about you from a distance now. B l u r r: ... We spent a lot of time together. He knew a lot about me. Drift: Yeah, you spent, what? A few hours with him a day, thousands of years ago? Millions of years ago? Drift: You live with yourself every second of every day, 24/7. B l u r r: ... Yeah, well. B l u r r: It's not exactly a joy ride. Drift: You know yourself better than he ever could. He only saw a tiny bit of you. B l u r r: / vents and just buries helm in claws / B l u r r: I bet this is easier for normal people. Drift: What he's doing is like—is like, opening up a book to a random page, and studying one word with a microscope. And then using that analysis to describe the whole book. B l u r r: / makes a muffled noise / partytrain: ugh i hate it when people do that Rodimus: /smells like death and bath and body words thousand wishes/ Rodimus: works* partytrain: what if that one word's like... crustmuffin. now oyu're a crustmuffin and you don't even know what that IS Drift: Heh. B l u r r: ... I just thought we were done. B l u r r: But everytime we talk, it's like we want to say something, but we can't. Drift: He's focusing in on what he knows about you. He knows you're loyal—he knows that MATTERS. And that's why he's got to pick at that, from every angle possible. B l u r r: / vvents and just sinks into his corner of the couch/ Drift: ... He just wants to hurt you. That's all he wants. partytrain: *scratches at his chestplates again* B l u r r: He's always wanted that. Drift: He doesn't want to say anything else to you. Drift: You shouldn't—you shouldn't give him opportunities. To say what you think he wants to say but can't. B l u r r: ... /glances at Drift and just looks back at the wall / Drift: Even if that thing is really there, it doesn't matter. It's not as important as what he's ACTUALLY saying to you. Drift: And that's anything he can think of to tear into you. B l u r r: Dodge says... he knows why. B l u r r: / vents slowly./ He knows why I let him talk. Drift: ... You wanna make up with him, don't you. B l u r r: No. partytrain: *CALLED IT* Drift: Then what? B l u r r: If I let him win, then whatever we had before he turned on us was a lie. B l u r r: Which means he used me. Which makes him just like Velocity. B l u r r: It makes me look stupid... /grits denta/ I'm not stupid. B l u r r: / frustrated noise. Presses claws over optic and eye patch alike / Drift: ... You're not going to win by arguing with him. partytrain: he's *** stupid Drift: Because he doesn't care. He only wants to hurt you. Drift: He IS stupid! Did you hear—everything he SAID is stupid. He doesn't care about being sensible. Drift: The best way to win is to tell him to frag off and not listen to him. partytrain: literally all he did was come in and be a shitheel Drift: He just—tossed slag left and right that made HIM sound like a moron. B l u r r: ... /just sinks down and vents slow/ B l u r r: I miss my Prime. Drift: ... *shoulders sink* Drift: *he misses his Prime, too.* Drift: I know. B l u r r: I miss someone perking up when I walk in B l u r r: instead of just... B l u r r: empty halls. partytrain: *well now he feels like an even bigger awkward potato* partytrain: *does he miss His Megatron? ...... maybe* Drift: ... You know I perk up whenever you walk in, yeah? B l u r r: Yeah. B l u r r: But, you don't live here. B l u r r: No one lives here. B l u r r: / except Train maybe if he wants to / partytrain: *he's stranded in the multiverse and doesn't actually live anywhere either* Drift: I'm gonna be coming over a lot more. B l u r r: ... /vents and just covers faceplate with claws/ B l u r r: Yeah, I know... B l u r r: / boyfriends like kleenex is bugging him, too. / B l u r r: / but he's just going to move on from that / Drift: I mean—I'm mainly doing the ally thing so that Frenzy can come along. Drift: but honestly we're gonna be like, a trailer hitched to you. B l u r r: I guess. B l u r r: / vents/ It's probably better no one lives in the main ship anyway... partytrain: *could probably liven up the joint but he doesn't know if overbuns owuld be allowed* B l u r r: It B l u r r: is usually the first thing they blow up. Drift: ... Pff. partytrain: ....... Drift: Hey, if they ever blow up the main ship, you're welcome on mine. partytrain: eh frag it, i blew up once, s'fine Drift: *turns and STARES at Astrotrain* Drift: ... Looking pretty good. *thumbs up* B l u r r: I've been blown up before, too. B l u r r: / vents long and just looks at his vacant side/ I lied to him, anyway... B l u r r: I'm not proud of what I did. To Dodge. Drift: *nods* B l u r r: I never was. I just wore it like I was because it made my Master happy. He understood my pain and thanked me. Drift: I know. Drift: *arm squeeze around Blurr's shoulders* B l u r r: ... I'm so tired of reality. partytrain: dude, samea B l u r r: /slow blinks it out / partytrain: same* Drift: ... yeah. B l u r r: But the last time I was tired, I was dead for three weeks. Drift: *sounds nice tbh* B l u r r: / it was / B l u r r: ... you know. Rodimus is the only mech left from my verse that actually still contacts me. B l u r r: Maybe that's why we keep letting him bother us, hn. partytrain: ....... *comes to the realization that no one of his unverse contacts him* partytrain: *eh, their loss* Drift: S'not worth it. partytrain: ... *goes over and picks up the mustache fro mthe floor, offers it to blurr ceremoniously* Drift: I mean, I'm fine. And I haven't heard anything from my universe since— partytrain: this is all you need of that guy honestly Drift: *chokes up.* Drift: *... pretends it was because of the mustache* B l u r r: / lifts claw to pat / B l u r r: One of these days, when I finally die, someone is going to say, "Remember that pirate? He was pretty okay." B l u r r: And I can live with that. Drift: If I outlive you, I'm gonna say a lot more than that. Drift: Probably starting with "dammit Blurr" and "who gave you permission to die". B l u r r: ... Oh, yeah. B l u r r: There's that. B l u r r: ... /glances at Drift/ Hey. Uhm. B l u r r: Do you wanna stay over? Drift: God, yes. Drift: *he is SO tired of going back to an empty bed.* B l u r r: Hey, mech. What's your name? partytrain: uh-- astrotrain B l u r r: ... Blurr. partytrain: nice to meet you, captain partytrain: ... sorry about the shenanigans B l u r r: / weh he got called captain / B l u r r: ... I don't care about those. Listen, my ship docks soon. Drift: He's the cool triplechanger. B l u r r: / looks at Drift / We can crash in the room. If you want. Drift: Sounds good. B l u r r: You can pick any room you want to, Astrotrain. B l u r r: Just let Dart or NOS know. B l u r r: Oh, and if you see a really tall, skinny mech wandering, don't panic. B l u r r: He looks terrifying, but he's harmless. Drift: Don't talk to NOS, he's a creep. Drift: Just talk to Dart. B l u r r: Mhm. partytrain: honestly i was just gonna chill out in here 'til i figure out how i actually... got here? but if you guys have already claimed it i'll figure something out partytrain: maybe the flight deck B l u r r: No, my room is a little further bac. B l u r r: *back B l u r r: We're landing on Earth, so don't freak out. It's safe. Drift: You sure? B l u r r: Yes. Roadbuster lives there. B l u r r: I visit him enough to know I won't die. partytrain: *ew, earth* s'cool, i'll just.. not go down planetside partytrain: had enough of that to last me three lifetimes Drift: Heh. It's not a bad planet when you aren't fighting on it. B l u r r: Well, I have to keep my end of the deal with Jazz. B l u r r: Even though he couldn't do what he was supposed to. B l u r r: Anyway. Come on, Drift. Before I pass out from this processor ache. Drift: Want me to carry you? Drift: Wait, lemme rephrase that. Can I carry you? partytrain: oh uh-- *offers chainsaw* partytrain: probably shouldn't recharge on that B l u r r: / reaches for chainsaw. Nuzzles the blade a little and hangs it on his back again / B l u r r: ... Uh, will it cheer you up to carry me? partytrain: *.......... trying really hard not to ask if that's also made of dead people* Rodimus: (good night guys. thanks for letting me crash the party) partytrain: *when in doubt it probably is* B l u r r: ( ur always invited ) Drift: ... Honestly, yeah. Little bit. B l u r r: ( u and ur stache ) Rodimus: (keep the moustache as a gift ) partytrain: blurr can frame it as a trophy)) Drift: ((drift still wants to know wtf it is)) B l u r r: Then go ahead. B l u r r: Im dizzy anyway. Drift: ((HE NEVER EXPLAINED WHAT IT'S FOR)) Drift: *scoops up blurr* Just give me directions. Rodimus: (lol. Well I just have it hc that he wore it on a dare and it got stuck...or something idk) partytrain: *has couch to self ...... it is small. most of couch to self* Drift: ((Omfg)) Drift: ((after he was so dramatic about it)) B l u r r: [[ LOL ]] partytrain: *has answered exactly 2 questions on the form!* Rodimus: (I think the dare was from the Wreckers? I don't know I have read that over agina) B l u r r: / hooks claws into Drift's armor/ Well, you'll want to go down this hallway, then left into the lift. Go to the third level and head straight down the hall. Rodimus: (Also im still laughing at that) Drift: *and absconds with the blurr* B l u r r: / yay sleepover! /

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