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anotheranimestan · 4 years

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Heyooo I legit just found u bc of the bakugo series, and then I went on a spree reading your account- ugh I’m in love!!! Do you think you could tag me when part 3 comes out?

Ahhh! Thank you so much! ❤️ You guys have no idea how much a few words of encouragement means to writers 😭.

No need to tag tho because here it is!!!!! 😃

Sorry it took so long. I wanted to write it as best as I could! I don’t want disappoint anyone who’s been enjoying so far. ☺️

All Bark No Bite (pt. 3)

(Final part)

Bakugo angst + ~sexual tensionnn~

Please, children avert your eyes. Things get a LITTLE inappropriate here 😳

Read part 1 and part 2

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He’s an asshole...but he’s a HOT asshole 🤤

You’d never seen his room before. It was much different than you’d imagined. You’d expected burn marks all over the walls or blown up debris of things scattered about. Maybe a bunch of mirrors so he could look at his self-confident, conceited ass all night. But actually it was kinda of nice. Pretty neat. He had some posters hung up and some books laying around. Black sheets and blankets. And it smelled oddly sweet in here, sort of pleasant believe it or not.

You’re so used to him yelling and exploding so it was weird seeing him so relaxed, in his natural habitat. Doing normal things. Like eating a snack, tapping his pencil in concentration, fidgeting with his hair. He even spun around in his rolling chair a few times mindlessly. He was acting sort of...cute? It was unnerving being attracted to him like this.

But as soon as he noticed you watching him it was all over. You were making him self conscious. He didn’t even realize he’d let his guard down like that.

“That makes absolutely no sense, dumbass.” His voice was bored and over it.

“What are you talking about!? I’ve explained it three times!” You retorted indignantly.

“Exactly. I thought you were smarter than this...” He jabbed before turning around and flipping his notebook shut.

You’d spent twenty minutes attempting to teach him what he’d missed in class earlier today but he was insufferable. Easily the worst student on the planet. Every time you explained something he’d tell you how to teach it better. Who does that!?

“Whatever moron. I didn’t come up here to try and teach your pea brain. I—“ The words were harder to say than you’d expected. Painful actually. They really didn’t want to come out. “I just wanted to say sorry for getting you—“

He whipped a pencil and it hit you directly in the forehead.

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You hissed, rubbing the sore spot. How’d he get so much damn power behind that thing?

“Don’t apologize. It’s weird.”

“What!?” You threw the pencil back but only managed to hit his shoulder.

“Anyways...” He ignored you, completely unfazed by your assault.

“You’re easily the most—“

“Anyways...” You swore if he cut you off one more time you were going to smack the shit out of him. “Aizawa thinks you’ve lost your mind.”

The unexpected information took you aback.

“He saw you try and get yourself blown up in class yesterday... No sane person is stupid enough to pull a move like you did.”

Ah yes... he meant the time you wrapped the man’s hand around your neck, tauntingly, in front of like 20 classmates and two teachers. You’d been trying to avoid asking yourself the question of why you did that. You claimed it was the best way to shut him up....but there were other ways to do that. More reasonable ones. You wouldn’t admit you’d daydreamed of doing it before and subconsciously took the opportunity. Red embarrassment flashed through your body again. God knows what they were all thinking when they witnessed that. You desperately wished people would stop reminding you.

Suddenly the need to defend yourself bubbled up. “I—I only did that because I knew you wouldn’t do anything.”

He scoffed. But didn’t deny it. “If you’re going to try something stupid. At least do it right.” He chastised.

Your body froze as he stood up and walked over, crouching down directly in front of you.

“If I wanted to choke you. I’d do it like this.”

He wrapped his hand around your neck. Demonstrating the best way to actually cut off someone’s air flow. But he did it so gently you barely even heard his explanation. You were just flashing back to last night. Instantly your entire body lit on fire. Replaying this scene in your head was strong enough. But reenacting had you completely out of sorts. Kissing him again but this time going full out. You wanted to bite him, just to hear him make that deep moan into your mouth again. Just imagining it was making you flutter. Aching to have him pressed up against you like that, relieving some of this pressure that was building up in your body. You felt yourself unraveling. About to pounce.

But he interjected with something that stunned you once again. “The way you did it would be better for...other forms of choking.”

Dear god. Surely he knew what he was doing to you. If he kept this up any longer your heart or your lungs were definitely going to give out.

But you mustered up your last two brain cells that weren’t absolutely losing their shit over him and carried on with your normal banter.

“Yea yea, I get it. You can stop now.”

He didn’t budge. His hand still snug around your throat. You obviously didn’t mind it there but it was incapacitating your brain function.

You gently pushed it away and he didn’t resist. But where he put it next was no better.

He traced the side of your cheek and along the outline of your lips. Just staring at them, eyes lost like he was thinking deeply about something. He wasn’t giving you a moment of a break. No room to breathe.

Your nerves were through the roof, your heart was beating so loud you could hear it in your ears. Desperately you tried to change the topic. “So is this your attempt at being nice? Advice on how to murder someone?” It’s amazing how your mouth just spewed shit out even though your brain was actually dead.

“Sure.” Now he was tugging at your bottom lip. Completely unbothered by you baiting him.

“Ah. A nice Bakugo? I must be having a dream. I guess now that you’ve lost to me your whole tough guy persona has been killed.”

That snapped him out of it. But now he was looking just as intensely, directly into your eyes.

“Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” Faking composure was coming so easily much to your relief.

“Do you want to find out?” He growled.

“You’re not scary.” You said rolling your eyes as hard as possible.

Something snapped in him. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Within a moment he had you on your back. Your body didn’t even have time to process. Even if it did, would you have stopped him? He trapped both your wrists on either side of your head and your feet under his ankles. His arms looked glorious as he held up is body weight.

“How about now?” His voice was deep and savory.

There he went. Invading your mind again. His scent. That lust-filled look in his eyes. The way he was thoroughly enjoying being on top of you. The adrenaline was coiling through your body. He had you right where he wanted you. He could do anything he wanted to you. But that “annoying little mouth of yours” wasn’t done quite yet.

“Whatever. You always do this. But you won’t actually try anything.”

“You think I wouldn’t hurt you at all? I literally want to kill you sometimes.” He had a smug little grin on his face. But his eyes couldn’t pull themselves from your lips. After experiencing them once he could barely stop thinking about them.

“You’re telling me? I fucking hate you.” You lied.

It made his smirk form into that wicked, shit-eating grin he always wore. The one that gets deep under your skin and makes you want to punch him in the throat and yank him onto you at the same time.

“Kissing someone is a weird way to tell them you hate them.” He was really cutting into you now.

You hissed. “Hey. You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.” He raised an annoying little eyebrow.

Your brain wanted to choke him (the murder kind) but your body was screaming something completely different. The emotions swirling around in your chest was so overwhelming. Finally you burst.

You trapped one of his arms and corresponding leg and threw your weight to roll on top of him. One of your favorite moves from self-defense class that you knew would come in handy. Now you straddled him and using every ounce of your weight tried to pin his wrists down.

You expected him to fight you like the vicious little monster he is. But instead when you looked down he was just staring back at you. You were stunned at how good he looked at this angle. Did he have any bad angles?

“Finally. You made a move.” He said pretending to sound impressed. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Yea well...” You scoffed proudly. “you think you’re so fucking tough. Now looo—“

The words flew out of your mouth and you were tumbling again. This time he just grabbed your waist and tugged you with brute force. No technique needed. He easily overpowered you.

“Yea, that wasn’t going to work out. It was a cute try though, Little Bite.”

He laid directly on top of you now. Your legs spread as he rested his hips between them. His full weight pressed into you making it flutter. Your arms had somehow wrapped themselves around his neck and rested on his back.

The tension in the air made it difficult to breathe. But you were fully unconcerned with getting oxygen right now.

Nose to nose now he said “We’ll just count this as my rematch. Clearly I won.”

“You suck at flirting.”

Flirting? Where’d that come from?

“Seems like it’s working pretty good to me.”

That smug fucking face again.

“You’re such an ass.”

He bit his lip.

“Fuck...I love when you insult me like that.”

A beat passed and that was all it took. You smashed his lips onto yours. Wrapping your legs around him and squeezing. Too close wasn’t close enough.

He kissed you like he wanted you bad. Like you were his favorite meal and he was absolutely famished. It was so intense and passionate that neither of you could catch any air. Every insult, all the bickering, every jab had built up to this moment and was fueling it like gas to a forest fire.

His warmth was overtaking you. His body was so heavy, crushing you just liked you’d been daydreaming about all this time.

Your mind shut down all functions except desperately trying to use all five senses to their max capacity and commit every bit of him to memory.

He felt you pawing at the edge of his shirt and sat up. He peeled it off slowly. Letting your eyes adjust to every inch of him.

Your hands were instantly stroking every one of his muscles starting at his shoulders and trailing down his soft skin slowly...slowly to the edge of his jeans. Your index finger sat teasingly on the front button as you admired his perfectly toned body.

But before you even had time to think about what you wanted to do next he took your wrist and secured it down above your head again.

He dipped down and went straight for your neck.

Greeting it with a warm wet kiss from his tongue, his lips wrapped around your skin and sucked gently. You felt the blood pooled with pleasure rushing to the area. His other hand started exploring your body. Finally he was getting to put his hands on you the way he really wanted all along.

After you started tugging on his hair, desperately trying to avoid any scandalous hickeys he rolled you around again.

Letting you on top to straddle his hips. Giving you only a little bit of freedom though, as he locked one arm around your waist and the other started caressing your thighs slowly working his way north.

After squeezing your ass until his heart was content he clamped down both hands on your hips. You couldn’t bare it anymore. Your hips started gently grinding against him and you bit down on his neck all at once. You felt the angle of his pelvis rubbing into you creating little rumbles of pleasure.

“Fuck y/n..” he muttered under his breath.

You both were getting more and more bothered and aroused. His hands never stopped grabbing and tugging at you. His moans growing more fervent as he whispered into your ear.

He was just toying with the idea of peeling off your shirt when...

“THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT!”

Your soul practically rose out of your body as a loud bang almost broke the door down. Bakugo’s hand slapped over your mouth. You’d screamed without realizing it.

Kaminari’s laugh sounded through the door. “Oh my god Bakugo! You scream like a girl!”

Mina shrieked. “No, stupid! Y/n are you in there!?”

Your life was ending.

“Get the fuck out of here before I come out there and break your skulls!” Bakugo barked at them.

They didn’t say anything but you heard their quick footsteps as they ran down the hall still shrieking like banshees.

“Oh god..” you groaned as you tried to roll away from him, using his bare chest to push off.

But he wouldn’t let you go. “Where are you going?”

“Aren’t you going to go hunt them down and threaten them or something.” Typical Bakugo behavior.

“No, I’m busy.”

You had to stop your mouth from falling open.

“They’re probably going to tell everyone.” You prodded. Expecting his temper any second now. Like he was a bomb about to go off. You pulled away again in preparation, sitting fully upright now.

“I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I’m dealing with you tonight. Now get back over here before I get mad.”

You shrieked as he muscled you back into his arms. He bent you back around him as snugly as he could. Moving your chin to the side, he kissed your neck, sweeter this time. Instinctively your hands ran through his hair. Fuck the rest of them. You could get lost in this hot head all night. And you were as he started gently sucking on your soft spots again.

But he pulled away abruptly. Like he’d just realized something. “How are you gonna become a pro hero if a moron like Denki can scare you like that?”

You smacked the back of your idiot’s head lightly. “Don’t fucking ruin it.” You groaned.

“Fine.” He grinned as he went in for the kiss that started the rest your next piping hot and sticky couple of hours together.

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hanawrites404 · 3 years

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Journey

@oc-growth-and-development

(trigger warning : smoking, mention of death)

Another day, another restorative morning, as if nothing else can motivate me enough to finally cut my laze and start the new day already.

I got off my bed and my eyes instinctively gazed out the window beside me at the wall. As usual, there wasn't much outside, just the same trees and lawns you would find in any other neighbourhood, yet I never seem to get tired of looking at them over and over every time I wake up. It was like a part of my everyday morning ritual which I definitely shouldn't miss, and honestly, I was fine with it. I was not the type of person to actively look for spices in my life after all, and even if I start to crave for it someday, I just wait for it to come to me.

Otherwise, everything just gotta be restful, that's all I want, to be honest.

The water was pleasantly chill to bathe in, too, and so was the dawn's sea breeze swishing through the balcony as soon as the curtains were tucked out and the windows were pulled open. If anything warm right now, it was the brisk sun and the brimming cup of steaming café au lait thawing my bare arms and fingers as I stepped out to lean onto the grill of my terrace. My feet were bare as well, touching the cool tiles beneath them as I felt the tingling sensation through my nerves.

I was still in my pyjamas, my hair up in a bun and it was still seven. Other than some elder citizens walking outside to get the minty air rushing and stray cats and dogs yawning and stretching, the scene in front of me was almost deserted.

It all felt quiet, but it wasn't prickly. The birds were still tweeting, the bulk of leaves rustled in a shimmer, and I could even hear my sigh as I blew the hot vapour from my cup, my lips slowly savouring the coffee bit by bit. It was very peaceful, I liked it.

But unfortunately, it wasn't real.

"미스......미스.....일어나 미스!"

I jolted up from the unfamiliar voice presumably calling out for me. So it was all a dream? I wasn't enjoying a utopian morning at my balcony back in Miami?? But it all felt so real....from the taste of coffee to the warmth I felt of the drink. So it was all my imagination? Wow huh....looks like the power of my mind is going to be a mystery to me for a while. I never knew that my brain could fool me into believing that I was relaxing at my home, and not dozing off in a Korean tourist bus.

"Ugghmm...Huh?" Still groggy from my sleep, I blinked twice before looking outside the window of the bus. By the look of it, I think we had come to the final stop. Before letting out anything else from my mouth, I silently turned my gaze onto the one who broke my slumber, namely the bus conductor.

He is looking right at me. Come on, say something....!!

"U-Ummm...." I stumbled, my index slowly moving to point at the complex the bus had stopped near at.

"역???" I cringed as I tried to pronounce the exotic word. Fuck. I didn't expect my voice to crack right in front of the bus conductor. And before anyone raises a question, no. I don't know Korean. I just happened to memorize only the important words I might need to communicate during my journey to Korea. But while I was still at home I felt pretty confident in myself, what happened to me now? It wasn't unusual of me, I am a human after all and I get nervous at times too. Yet it was.... surprising.

Hmm...it must be the anxiety of being in an alien country where everything is different from what I am aware of and what I have experienced so far. Different ambience, different language, and different people. Very strange and foreign, to be frank. But fresh and young, like a bite of a ripe green apple.

Nevertheless, the conductor just laughed at me and patted my shoulder very strongly. Ouch but Woah, now I could see why he was hired as the conductor. Strong arms, sharp eyes, along with a charm of his own to make people at ease. Even to a 'lost' newcomer like me.

"Yes yes! 역! Correct! Wanna come out??" With a grin twinkling on his bright face, he stepped away to let me through. I felt more relaxed than before as soon as I heard English from him, and it was pretty fluent too.

A small relieved smile broke on my lips too as I grab hold of my guitar case and my backpack and get up. My legs had gotten a bit numb inside my boots from not moving them much throughout the ride, and my jacket was almost off my shoulders.

"감사합니다" I quickly muttered before adjusting everything on me and stepping out of the bus. I didn't want to stammer again and, even if I wasn't in a hurry, I still wanted to make sure I reach where I was called to at an early hand.

"Have a safe journey!" The conductor waved at me, and I gladly turned around to return the gesture before entering the lobby. After I had made it inside, I left my belongings at a convenient place and went to the bathroom to fix my face and clothes.

I had been travelling for almost twenty hours; An eighteen-hour flight and a two-hour bus. It was back-to-back, and hardly I had the time to refresh myself properly and smoke a bit, but now was my chance to do so before I carry on to reach my destination.

With the help of the large mirror on the wall, I first removed my contact lenses and then washed my face and combed my hair. It had grown pretty long. But I wasn't planning on cutting them any sooner. I also dusted my jacket and jeans off and straightened my t-shirt inside.

After I was sure everything had been set, I put my lenses back on and vaguely looked around the room, and finding no one except me, I quickly stand near the ventilator above me and light my cigarette. What I was doing right now poses a threat to my health and is illegal, but this was a guilty pleasure of mine. I admit it shamelessly because why not. I have nothing to lose. We all are gonna die one day, so it's better we make the most of our lives and I was just doing that. Nothing more, nothing less.

Just because I said I don't seek adventure vigorously, does not mean I don't have any thrill in my life at all. I do have it. Everyone has it. You just gotta make it interesting in your way, and that's how you gotta roll, champ.

Anyways, after a couple of puffs, I got disposed of the cigar and shooed off the smoke around me. It was only after everything seemed clear that I washed my life hands and dried them, then left the restroom and grabbed my luggage back before I started to stride again, to the reception counter.

After all the formalities were taken care of, I finally breathed the outside air of Korean afternoon. The sun was luminous and overhead, but the heat wasn't as severe as back in Miami. The number of clouds here are much more than there, or was it just for this particular day? I had no idea.

I am not a tourist here. I came here for a business trip, you can say. A man from here, a freelancing musical artist, had personally requested and invited me for a musical collaboration. The deal itself sounded quite intriguing, also with the fact that I'm half-Korean thanks to my father's lineage, yet ironically I have neither ever seen Korea with my own eyes nor I have witnessed its culture. Until today, that is.

So here I am now, strolling in the middle of the bustling city surrounded by college students touring around, laughing and talking with their classmates and munching on unique dishes and snacks I had never seen before. And while I was busy observing them, someone bumped into me, breaking my contact.

"Oh! 실례합니다!" It was a young blond guy, wearing a light blue hoodie with a couple of smiley badges pinned to his chest. He quickly bowed after apologizing and for briefly taking a glance at my face, hastily trots in the opposite direction. I eyed him, judging by his clothes and the books he was carrying in his arms, he looked like a college student. Hmm...no wonder why he was in a hurry. He must be late to class or something.

But anyway, I continued walking. That musical man had told me to wait near the back alley of a coffee shop that was close to the station. Hmm, that would be easy to locate. The coffee shop was right in front of me! Hah, how easy.

And so, without wasting any time, I ambled towards the cafè. It was a cute little shop, in my opinion. The smell of roasted coffee beans and bubbling creamy milk was evident in the atmosphere, and the colour scheme of the shop had pallettes of vanilla and caramel. It was like I had entered not a shop but inside a nestling coffee cup! Pretty cool, especially for someone who loves coffee like me.

Also, a bunch of customers were inside too. This place was not lonely at all. Some couples were on a date, singles who just want peace of mind with a complimentary cup of coffee, and business workers too! To be honest, I liked one of the employee's suits too. It was of a short brunette woman with glasses. She was kind of cute too. And by how she was still typing away rapidly on her phone even while on her break, tells how much of a busy woman she must be. Damn, God forbid that I ever be this much busy in my career.

Working even at breaks. Scary, in my opinion.

Needless to say, that wasn't why I was here for. The city was new to me so naturally, I would be curious, but business comes first in such a case. And in this case, it's my case. So bringing myself back to schedule, I leave to the back alley, waiting for that man so we could finally meet after talking through emails and phone calls.

But......what was that man's name again?

Ah....Zen.....

Hmm, weird name. But as someone who prefers to be called CJ than Catherine Joseph, I am no one to say so. Or even judge so.

Zen......I wonder what kind of person he would be in flesh. Same friendly and confident as the impression of him in my mind? Or just some different personality I never saw coming? Well, only time will tell that. But right now, we wait.

#catjose #mystic messenger oc #mystic messenger cmc #mystic messenger mc #mysme cmc #mysme oc #mysme mc #mysme #mystic messenger #cmc #oc-tober

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pwapuri · 3 years

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"After rain"

Okay, I’ve never wrote a fanfic in english but I would like to try. I’m sorry about the mistakes, here we go, a GinTsu x Kontae oneshot.

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It was a rainy day across Edo. The weather forecast was a storm and the recommendation was to seek shelter. In the Yorozuya, the noise was concentrated in the Otose’s snacks. Kagura and the bar staff were making a mess with the customers who came forward in the late afternoon.

"How is my lucky day if its going to rain? My hair has started to look bad"

Upstairs, Sakata Gintoki remained watching the news along with the prediction of Kestuno Ana who at times seemed to speak to him: "you from Libra with curly hair, today is your lucky day!"

-Excuse me is anyone at home?

From the door, he heard a familiar voice

…

Upon leaving the cabaret 'Smile', Otae noticed that the rain was starting to fall. She thought that would not be able to get home in time, just when she promised to her brother to come with a treat, beef for the yakiniku. As she had worked during the day was dismissed during the night and could go home. However, the rain would hinder her plans.

-Otae-san? Needing an umbrella?

The voice was that of the Shinsengumi commander. Her stalker gorilla.

-Not your umbrella gorilla

-Ah, too bad. I don't have another one with me. As I was on the way home, I thought of accompanying you...

-Oh for god sake, so why don't you give me the umbrella and go alone? I heard that gorillas look good in the rain

-Otae-san… - he said in a serious and unusual tone- you know I would do it anyway, but today I need to get to the shinsengumi HQ on time, I understand that you don't want to accompany this gorilla, so...

Strangely, the gorilla left without insisting. The first thing the young woman thought was "go with the gorillas". However, they had known each other for so many years, went through so many problems together and even today that without any status they could say that there was a bond between them.

-Well... - Otae interrupted Kondou's farewell - since our path is the same maybe, I may accompany you.

-IT WORKED?

Kondou let his plan slip. Maybe Otae already imagined that it was a plan based on some crappy movie that the gorilla fantasized about, but what harm would it do? Her home was far away and she was tired. In addition, the gorilla knew that at first nastiness she could blow his brains out.

...

-Ah, it's you ... - said the man sitting in the chair with a discouraged tone

-As you can see. Where is everyone? - said the death courtesan Tsukuyo, who entered the room with a bottle of apparently expensive sake wrapped in a bow as well as a box of sweets and some flowers in a small bouquet. She placed the items on the coffee table while entering the yorozuya store. She had been to that place very few times, in fact only once. Before the war against the tendoushuu they were usually the ones who sought her and after it was over, she no longer visited the saviors of yoshiwara.

-What do the winds bring? Who are these things for? Is the business in yoshiwara that bad? going to sell door to door?

-If I were to sell something like this it wouldn't be for a loser like you. These are Hinowa's New Year gifts, she apologizes that she can't come because of physical therapy, the children's otoshidamas are here with the sweets. Where are they?

-They're downstairs, at the bar. Leave it there and they'll take it.

Gintoki's speech was interrupted by thunder followed by the abrupt fall of the heavy rain that started to make a huge noise.

- Damn, it started raining. I need to hurry. -Tsukuyo made the comeback in order to leave

-Where are you going with this rain?

-Come back home.

-I think it is better to wait, I was leaving for the Otose’s bar too but now I’ll have to wait. Gintoki got up and went to the sofa, Tsukuyo who was near the exit door turned again

-It won't hurt to wait, sit here, I won't bite you

Tsukuyo thought twice before accepting, but she heard the doors slamming in the wind and heavy raindrops came along wetting everything; perhaps it would be prudent to wait at least a little while. On the other hand, being alone with Gintoki seemed even more dangerous. It had been literally years since this happened, since the battle at the terminal ended they only met in the smile once and with everyone. They haven't been able to talk since then, this would be a good opportunity.

-Well, maybe I expect the storm to subside.

She sat on the sofa next to Gintoki, the front sofa had a bunny-decorated cover and a series of debris that probably belonged to Kagura and it seemed impolite to move it. Even so, she sat far enough away that she didn't smell so much of Gintoki's male scent that makes her dizzy.

-Well, we haven't been alone like this for a long time. What happened to you in yoshiwara in that time? Although I saw it with my eyes ...

Tsukuyo arranged the tobacco in the kiseru and lit it with a match, puffed the first smoke and began to tell about the small problems she faced for two years.

…

-Kondou-san, your shoulder is wet.

-Ah! Er. - Kondou couldn't take Otae's concern and immediately blushed - it's okay Otae-san! Getting me wet in that rain with you doesn’t hurt - and he made the face of a romance protagonist with confidence, which only made him look more like an idiot.

-I knew you had read some shoujo and started fantasizing to make this scene.

-Otae-san. I actually read shoujos, but it doesn't change the fact that I want to accompany you anyway.

Otae stopped and thought: of course, she was angry at Kondou-san's constant harassment; she wanted to live in peace with her privacy. Even so she know about the goodness in her pet's heart.

Seeing the commander's shoulder completely wet, Otae passed her right hand under the arm that held the umbrella, thus reducing the distance between the two and allowing the space in the umbrella to increase. Kondou was caught by surprise, his eyes widening when saw Otae-san timidly clinging to his arm, being able to feel her warmth and her tiny hand resting on his haori. He thought of shouting for joy or grabbing the rest of his lover's body in a hug, but he thought better of it, any strange movement and that moment was over, any joke and not only that moment but the rest of his life would pass in front of his eyes. Of all the options he did the right thing, kept silent and blushed his face involuntarily.

-Don't get it wrong gorilla, in case you get the flu I will not accept you in my house or anywhere. Not that I accept normally. -Otae spoke in the tone of threat common to her with the sadistic smile of someone who is not kidding, but the cheeks did not deny that the situation was embarrassing in any way.

…

-So they didn't come back?

-Not until today, I believe they still exist, they may be waiting for the first opportunity to return but I will not allow it, as soon as it happens again I will have no mercy

-Saying like that even I would be afraid.

As the rain gradually subsided outside, Tsukuyo told Gintoki every detail of the two long years that had happened in Yoshiwara without the presence of the samurai. She told of the countless abused men, the children who could be born in this new era, the renovated tourist spots like Hosen's mansion and the traffickers and mercenaries who defied the power of women.

–How about you? - Tsukuyo changed the tone to a certain melancholy -What the hell happened to you?

- It's a long story, too long. I am not good at summaries, it is better to take the last volumes of Gintama and reread

-It had to do with your master, right?

-Yes and no. I prefer to keep it with me.

-Well, I understand, that's what I would do. I mean, what I tried to do. But you know what happened anyway.

The silence returned and they could hear the rain falling more gently now, wetting the plants, the sidewalk, hitting the roof and the gutter, running down the window glass, making everything around it damp. The noise, although much smaller than when it started, was now unbearable because it was accompanied by the subject that neither of them liked to talk about: the past.

-You said it was light ...- Gintoki broke the silence minutes of Tsukuyo's thoughts that went to the night that Gintoki had fought with Jiraia.

-Light?

-The weight of taking your master ...

She did said that and in the end for Tsukuyo that was what it felt like, the weight of her master who was so giant and strong in the end had become light. All because she became a person strong enough for that.

- It wasn't my case. - Gintoki said thinking to himself about Takasugi's death and goodbye to Shouyou - But then, when it was over, that's where I understood why lightness. I think I was the one who got light after all. It feels like I've carried that weight my whole life.

-It seems so. But regardless of what happened in the past, you managed to carry not only that but all of us together. So when you laugh, we will laugh with you, when you cry we will cry even more with you. Just don't pretend to be a stranger again, don't be mean.

-It seems like something I said to someone a long time ago - he said with a slight smile

-Gintoki - interrupted Tsukuyo in a serious tone, with teary eyes - I know that maybe we are a weight, but, please ... don't disappear. We just need to be on your side, I just need you to be here. I ... I mean, we'll be here to support your nose when you cry. So ...- and in the end who started to cry was the courtesan of death, two tears leaked from her face that was now turned in the opposite direction of Gintoki, so he would not see her face flushed with sincerity along with the sadness of that request that it was choking on her throat for so long.

Gintoki remembered when he said that he would support that woman's runny nose when she cried, that he would make a face worse than hers if that happened. He couldn't see her face but he knew it was time to offer his shoulder and so he unconsciously moved towards her, the movement caught her eye and made her turn to follow the man who was approaching subtly. Gintoki hugged her slowly, holding only one hand up to her back and squeezing a little. He could feel the girl's tears wetting a little of her shirt and neck.

Tsukuyo who was taken by surprise kept her hand down, felt the warmth of Gintoki and his scent of curly hair shampoo, it was simple but it reminded her of how strong he was, made her think how safe she was in those arms. Gradually, she got used to that strong body that embraced her, she felt the big and strong hand on her back squeezing and descending, pulling her body even closer. She felt the man's deep breath next to the heat it transmitted and so, the woman raised her right hand and returned the hug, passing over the broad back that Gintoki had and squeezing, praying that she could belong to him just for that moment.

-Tsukuyo - the samurai breathed deeply, resting on the courtesan's shoulders, causing an instant shiver - I'm sorry.

Gintoki would like to apologize to everyone. He did not think in what order these excuses would be, even though he knew that he did nothing wrong, he wanted to keep everyone away because of the danger; He was afraid of losing any of them. But when he saw Tsukuyo he remembered why he should ask for forgiveness. He ended up not acting as he believed, he didn't let others participate of his life, he didn't let anyone help him. He then thought to himself, smelling the innumerable female perfumes of yoshiwara mixed with the tobacco that the kiseru produced, that if he could lessen their suffering at least a little, if he could ease the sadness of all his friends he would do. ..and the person who came to remind him to do this was one of those who needed him most, she was someone who never asked for anything in return for his company. The woman for whom Gintoki felt an attraction that had not changed over time, her body and her lines were in front of him, with the hand that hugged he also felt the waist well marked, against the chest he felt the heat and the shape of the breasts, on his shoulders he felt that woman's small but strong hand. At the same time, he remembered that he couldn't make her happy, even with his body wanting her so bad.

Tsukuyo in other hand felt her heart explode, even after so long it was him, no matter how, he was the one that she loved. She didn't ask for anything in return for that love, just by knowing he was okay it was enough. She wished that moment would last for eternity, that she would merge with him and live there. She wanted to feel his breath with each oxygen exchange; she wanted to keep that smell for the rest of her life. First, she wanted to kiss him, she wanted him to love her right there on that couch; she wanted this dream not to end. She could not fight that feeling only reinforced when they met.

The two began to contour each other's body with the hand they embraced. Gintoki sank his hand deeper and deeper into Tsukuyo's curve until he reached her hip, the other arm that had previously been in the white kimono showed up and took the other part of the courtesan's back up to her head and taking possession of her body. He couldn't avoid to thinking about the danger that was there in that room, but his blood began to flow and the heartbeat accelerated, he remembered when he went to bed with the courtesans during the war and knew that state, things would not end well. Tsukuyo also started to lose control and sank her breath into Gintoki's neck that stood on end; her left hand was now in his curly hair, squeezing it gently in the urgency of belonging while her right hand went through the back muscles making it clear the will to rip that black shirt. With both noses and mouth exhaling hot air on each other's necks and rubbing against each other, with eyes closed and breathing deeply. The desire was now the biggest noise in the room.

...

Kondou felt the rain tightening, accelerated his steps but enough so that Otae could keep up.

-Kondou-san, I think we should stop for a while.

-If we stop, it may not be on time.

-I think I am slowing you down, please go ahead.

-No, please! I will not leave you here in this rain.

-Well, then there's no way.

They stopped under the eaves of a cafe. Kondou closed the umbrella while Otae removed the water droplets from his yukata.

-Who would say that in Edo it would rain like that again.

-Again? - Otae said curiously

-It looks like that day when I left Edo, when you loaned me the umbrella. You probably don't remember ... I always thought about when I could return that gesture, so much happened later and even if the normal had returned I had no hope, after all I was the stalker anyway, there was no reason for me to show up and you want to follow me.

Kondou turned around smiling gently, expressing no second intention or hysterical tone.

-But apparently, miracles do happen. Maybe that's why it's raining today.

Otae was not carried away by the gorilla's words; she knew too well that he was fantasize about the beginning of a romance. But she knew there, from her experience with men, that Kondou-san was being sincere and above all kind. That was why she hates him, such a kind man had decadence as his destiny. Moreover, that's why she adores him, only such a kind man was able to love her that way.

-I already said there is no miracle. I just thought it prudent to accompany the pet gorilla ... and by the way, you got wet and haven't dried yourself yet.

Otae took her handkerchief from her pocket and passed the gorilla's shoulder that made the happiest face in the world. Perhaps it was not a miracle at all, nor was it something of fate. Just a coincidence, a happy coincidence. The Shinsengumi commander thought to himself that this rain could last forever, that that moment could never end. You would get wet forever in that rain.

-Ah, Kondo-san, the rain is already passing!

-...

-Kondou-san?

-Sis, the rain has not passed. Now it's a rain of blood that started ...

Blood came out of Kondou-san's buttocks thanks to the killing blow that Shinpachi took with his sword from the lake toya. Shinpachi witnessed the two there at the eaves and soon understood: the gorilla attacked again. It was up to the brother complex to speak up and defend the honor of the Shimura.

-Ah! Kondou-san, it looks like Shin-chan has finally caught me up, so I'm going with him. See you later gorilla.

-Goodbye Kondou-san.

Therefore, the gorilla's sweet illusion lasted a rain and ended with a bokuto tucked into his ‘kestuno ana’. Which for him was enough to dream the rest of those days with his beloved Otae.

…

Delirious and rolling eyes, feeling their breathing increasingly wheezy and close to each other's faces, when their noses brushed their faces looking for their mouths along the cheekbones, the world stopped at Yorozuya. There were two people there who knew that they would not be together and become a family, dying next to each other, but what could they do with the feeling that was left?. One was the body and the other the heart. A combination that would never work. Without hearing the world outside as they almost became one in that embrace, the front door slamming suddenly interrupted them.

-Gin-chan, Catherine's old gag wants to know if you're not going to show up because if you're not she’s going to eat your share...

Gintoki and Tsukuyo were each at the end of the sofa now, the separation was as fast as possible. Gintoki gave a fake laugh as well as Tsukuyo, as if they had been in conversation for a long time, but the faces red as a tomato did not deny the previous scene.

-Tsukki !! you are here! Is everything all right?

-Oh! Kagura! It’s been a while! Everything is fine, I've just arrived, I came to leave these gifts from Hinowa. Sweets are for you eat as you please. Seita misses you, you could visit us ... -Tsukuyo started to speak trying to cool the blood and forget Gintoki's breath and smell

-Tsukki, is everything okay? Hey Gin-chan, you didn't do anything to her, did you?

-How would I do anything? Didn't you hear what she said? That she just arrived?

-Good! This is my home and my establishment, now I’m the president, any lack of respect with my customers is unforgivable!

-YOU SELF HAS BEEN DECLARED PRESIDENT! NOBODY CHOSEN YOU

-AND SINCE WHEN THAT’S HOW IT WORK? THIS IS NOT A COUNTRY, IT IS A COMPANY. BUT IF YOU WANT TO VOTE YOU CAN VOTE, YOU WILL LOSE IN ANYWAY

Tsukuyo completely forgot what had happened, forgot the two years that they spent away from each other and could remember why Gintoki was so special, why he was a man who would not make a family. He already had one, without wanting to use a title for it, those were the people he fought for and she was naturally part of that family.

-Gintoki, Kagura, I'll be back with more time. The rain has subsided and I need to get back to work.

-But Tsukki you didn't even stay! Wait until the rain passes

-It's okay, I really need to go.

So she went to the door, put on her boots without looking back, without saying goodbye, without facing the man she loved again. She thought to herself: the rain had finally stopped.

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friends with benefits? part 2

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You were walking fast across campus.

It was the start of a new semester and you didn’t want to be late to your first class, but you forgot to set an alarm the night before. It wasn’t typical of you to forget something like that and you considered it weird, but lately, you’ve been acting strangely in all departments of your life.

Only a few days ago you had sex in a car with the one and only, Jeong Jaehyun.

Not setting an alarm wasn’t as surprising in comparison after all.

You didn’t talk to him after that night, not because you didn’t want to but because you got busy all of a sudden and could only wave to each other from far away, as you were sprinting from a place to another. Or so you lied to yourself. Low-key, deep down, you knew you were kind of avoiding him because you were embarrassed. The corridor that you were almost running through, was still full of people trying to find their own classroom. As you saw yours, you entered hoping to find a seat.

And there he was.

Jaehyun smiled at you as you browsed the room in searching for an empty spot and you waved at him, mentally cursing, as you have been for the past days. Instead of waving back he gestured to you to come over. There was an empty seat he saved for you beside him. “Finally,” he said as you got closer. “Finally,” you replied as well sitting down. “I thought you were avoiding me” he spoke again. You looked over at him. He had puppy eyes and was frowning. He was almost adorable. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I started to work as an assistant for one of my professors and I got very busy. I wasn’t trying to avoid you” you explained. Jaehyun hummed his uncertainty. The window was behind him and the sun hit his back making him wear an ethereal circle of light around his hair. “Are you pouting?” you asked amused as you started to take out your computer. Jaehyun shook his head not looking at you. You sighed. “It’s not like you made an effort to come and talk to me” you said, certain that he was joking. "I tried” he replied. “But you were indeed very busy, and I didn’t want to bother you,” he added almost sad. You suddenly felt bad and didn’t know what to say. Your lips were slightly parted as if ready to receive a command from your brain, but nothing was coming. As you were trying to apologize, Jaehyun finally looked up and saw your expression. He looked confused for a few seconds then suddenly chuckled.

"I’m joking,” he said as he hit you lightly with his shoulder. “No worries. I was just messing around with you” he explained. His expression was, in fact, relaxed and peaceful.

You chuckled as well, relieved. Jaehyun definitely knew how to act well. For some reason, you thought that he was actually sad about not being able to talk to you. You were embarrassed about it but deep inside you wanted it to be true. “Thank you for saving a seat for me by the way” you whispered after a while since the professor already started their lecture. Jaehyun smiled while taking notes. “You’re welcome” he whispered back.

It was quite weird that he decided to sit beside you instead of his friends that were scattered around the classroom. But you were a friend of him as well, a new one, but still a friend, so you thought that it was very kind of him to act that way. You smiled and tried to concentrate on your textbook. Jaehyun was doing the same and you realized that it was the first time you were able to look at him in the face without the influence of alcohol. This time he was wearing a white T-shirt and his hair wasn’t styled. His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes slightly puffed from waking up so early. Altogether it gave off an innocent and fresh look, absolutely opposite of the vibe he was giving off during the weekend. “What?” he asked quietly. You straightened your back. “What what?” you asked back. “You’re staring” he explained as his dimples made an appearance.

You smiled too. “You look very cute today,” you said. Jaehyun thought about it for a second. “You look cute as well” he replied. You smiled even more. “Your writing is beautiful”. Jaehyun sat back and crossed his arms on his chest looking at you pleased. “Your hair looks nice,” he said. You chuckled. “I like your moles”. “Is this a war of compliments?” he asked amused. “You smell very good”. “I taste even better” you replied on a whim before realizing what you’ve just said. You could see Jaehyun’s eyes widen slightly. He didn’t expect it and you suddenly got very worried. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe he hated the experience and was just trying to be friends with you, nothing more. Maybe the friends with benefits thing was becoming friends with no special benefits besides those given by a normal friendship. You panicked. You were about to say that you were joking when he got closer to you with a fluid movement, his shoulder was against yours and his lips dangerously close to your ear. His breath tickled you as he whispered, “I can’t wait to check that on my own”. You clasped your fingers together as a shower of shivers went down your spine. Suddenly you couldn’t raise your eyes to meet his. You weren’t that brave usually, and it showed on your expression. Oh, you would have loved to shamelessly flirt with him, or to push him in his car and ride him as you did before, but alas, under the morning light and with a crystal clear mind you found yourself very shy. You gulped before opening your lips in an attempt to say something at least funny or light-hearted, if not sexy, but nothing came to mind. What could you possibly say now? Ah, yes fuck me? Oh, darling, I’m a three-course meal? I’ll taste you too? Oh, God. As he distanced himself you knew you fucked up and looked at him to see his expression. He was trying to reach something in his bag, and you couldn’t see his face but as he straightened himself you could see that he was smiling. He had his journal in his hand and with a quick flip of the pages, he took out two pieces of paper and showed you. You looked at them before taking them in your hands: two tickets to see the Goldfinch later that night. You couldn’t help yourself from sighing. “You forgot about it, didn’t you?” he asked amused. You finally looked at him in the eyes as you laid back on the chair, relieved.

Jaehyun was waiting for you in the middle of the cinema entrance hall with his hands in the pocket of his oversized hoodie. You could see him, but he didn’t see you yet and you indulged in watching him a little bit longer. His eyes, partially hidden by his brown hair, were fixed on a single spot on the pavement some meters ahead of him and you knew that he was deep in thought. You wanted to know what kind of concerns busied his mind but you weren’t at that stage of your friendship yet so it didn’t surprise you when he replied “I’m fine, how are you?” as you approached and greeted him. “I’m glad there is finally someone I can talk to about book-relating stuff,” he said as you sat down with your freshly bought popcorn and drinks. The hall was nearly empty, and you got perfect seats at the top. You were relaxed and comfortable, but you couldn’t brush off the weird, abnormal sensation of being on a date. Maybe it was the cinema, or maybe it was Jaehyun, looking like a perfect boyfriend. You looked over at him. He was probably not feeling that way as he already started munching on his snacks even if the film didn’t start yet and not giving you a single glance. A slight buzz started to warm up your chest and you wondered if every person Jaehyun hung out before ended up falling in love with him.

What if that was the reason he stopped talking to them? What if that was the reason they stopped seeing Jaehyun? It was definitely impossible to not feel hurt hanging out with someone you love but who doesn’t love you back. For some reason, your head started to hurt slightly, and you sighed pleased as the lights went off and the darkness hugged you like a warm blanket. You didn’t talk during the film but for some reason, instead of being able to concentrate on the scenes, your mind kept drifting towards aimless thoughts about Jaehyun. You put your hand on the armrest and a small part of you wanted to see Jaehyun’s fingers lightly brush yours and intertwine them together. Danger, Y/N. You shook your head and tried to follow the dialogue. It was a good movie and you were starting to get mad at yourself. Concentrate. But the image of Jaehyun, absentmindedly putting a piece of popcorn against his lips for a little while before finally eating it was too strong for you to ignore. You tried to calm yourself. You were just horny. There were no romantic feelings in all of this. Being horny was allowed. Being horny was welcomed. There was no reason for you to feel shy about it. You were friends with benefits after all. Right? You fidgeted on your seat, suddenly uncomfortable. You probably continued to move for a while because Jaehyun asked “Are you bored?” in a low voice. You turned your head facing him, slightly startled. “Oh, no, I’m not” you explained. “Are you sure?” he whispered again. “You look distracted”. “I’m sorry,” you said while mentally swearing at yourself. Jaehyun smiled. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I was just worried that you might not enjoy yourself”.

No. You weren’t enjoying yourself. You were not having a good time. You wanted him to touch you and kiss your lips and it drove you absolutely nuts. It was so embarrassing. Lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice Jaehyun’s hand on top of yours as he gently made you loosen your grip on the armrest. You didn’t notice you were that tense. You didn’t even notice him as he got closer and brushing his lips against the lobe of your ear, he whispered: “Do you want to get out of here?” The storage room had enough space for you to move around and you prayed that no one needed to come inside as Jaehyun kissed you intensely against the door. You were inebriated by his cologne, his cold hands on your hot thighs then on your ass then under your shirt and up on your breasts and again down, quick and intense and rough and needy. His tongue played with yours in a constant game of running away and meeting again, wet and sloppy. Oh, and his voice was deep and low, and your mind was empty, absolutely quiet. His body, strong and stiff, was heavily pressed against yours before pulling away as he grabbed you up and placed you on top of a cabinet. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you tightened them hard as he started to leave wet kisses on your exposed neck.

“Is this what you wanted?” asked Jaehyun. His feline eyes were dark and intense; they talked alongside his lips, they were telling you about deep and hidden desires, lustful promises and acute needs.

You didn’t reply and just slowly slid your palm down his body without breaking eye contact. He smirked and let out a sigh as you gently stroked him. “You were so shy in class. What happened?” he asked calmly even though his knuckles were white from effort as he held onto the cabinet’s sides. You blushed but didn’t stop. The first time it was easier, not looking at him in the face and just letting yourself go. This time you could see his hungry gaze mirroring yours and it was new for you to show this side of you to somebody. “It’s just that…” you started “…now I’m just at my limit” you continued. Jaehyun’s jaw muscles flinched and without notice, he slid his hands up your thighs, under your skirt, and took off your panties. You didn’t have time even to breathe in that he was already on his knees, his hands on your ass and his tongue inside of you. You moaned loudly and gripped his hair while trying to hold yourself up on the cabinet. His breath was hot and his fingers dug firmly into your skin. You threw your head back letting yourself go but soon enough Jaehyun got up again and taking you by your waist, he got you down on your feet before roughly turning you around. You were pressed against the metal cabinet, cold on the side of your face, palms and breasts. It didn’t make in time to cool you down as Jaehyun slowly caressed your ass and slid easily into your wet core. You whined in pleasure and bit your lower lip. It must have been way too loud so Jaehyun quickly shoved your panties into your mouth to keep quiet. “We can’t get caught now, can we babe?” you heard him as he himself tried to not let any sound escape his lips. He was rough, he was rough and intense, he was deep into you and quick, quick and violent. But you didn’t mind, oh you didn’t mind at all, it was all that you wanted, all that you needed and even more. His hands were on your waist and you knew you’ll have bruises all over from his strong fingers but you didn’t care. He then moved them to your breasts as you sustained yourself up on your elbows and then through your hair and around your neck. With a single movement, you let the panties out your mouth and with the help of your tongue you took two of his fingers into your mouth and started to suck, wetting them well. Jaehyun let out a deep and hoarse fuck and picked up the already fast pace. You couldn’t resist any longer and let yourself go, trembling hard on his ongoing cock. He shut your mouth with his hand as you came and the only thing you could do is to grip the sides of the cabinet until your knuckles became white. He then got out and you understood his intentions and obeyed as you straightened your back and looking at his face you went down on him. Jaehyun swallowed to keep a moan in and held your face and head with both hands. His veins were all throbbing, on his hands and forearms and on his lower stomach as you sucked him good. He was swearing under his breath without being able to take his eyes off you and as his breath grew too irregular you let him out finishing him off with your hand.

He came all over your breasts.

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 3 years

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Roguish Women Part 41

Summary: Kate is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 41: The Shelbys are blindsided and Tommy almost realizes his greatest fear.

“There’s news.” Polly came into the betting shop. Kate was sitting in Polly’s office, her feet kicked up as she snacked on some sweets that she knew was always hidden in the desk.

“News about what?”

“A potential plot to have Arthur killed. Tommy and the boys are meeting about it now.”

“Something Luca plotted? Or another local?”

“Luca, as far as we know.”

Kate sat up, slyly putting away the candy before Polly noticed she had been eating them. “Alright…so they’re setting up a counter-attack?”

“Yes. In Artillery Square.”

“When?”

“In an hour, so get up.” Polly waved a hand at her.

“An hour?” Kate stood up. “Is that why Tommy didn’t come home last night? Are you fucking kidding? Now he’s keeping secrets from me when-”

“There’s no time for arguing, just come with me.”

Kate grabbed her coat off the back of the chair and followed Polly out of the office. “Where are we going?”

“You’re going to the hospital, to stay with Michael while this all happens. I want to keep you safe with him.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The hospital room wasn’t an easy place to wait out in. Kate paced the floor, waiting for information about what happened at Artillery Square.

“Did Tommy call you? Tell you anything about this?”

Michael was sitting at the table that had a few bouquets decorating it. The flowers never wilted; Polly kept having them replaced. “No, I haven’t heard from him.”

“I just figured this would be something he would share with me.” She muttered.

“I’m sure they had to put together a quick plan, Kate, it’s nothing against you.”

“I know these men better than Tommy does. I think it would be wise to trust me on these matters.” She grumbled in discontent.

“Miss Lynch?” A nurse came in. “There’s a telephone for you.”

“Oh, thank you.” Kate felt some relief, hoping it was news. She followed the nurse out of the hospital room and to the phone. She picked up the receiver. “Hello?” There was no answer on the other end of the line. “Hello? Tommy?”

Suddenly, someone placed a gloved hand over her mouth, and forcefully pulled her into the room behind her.

Kate wrestled for her gun in her holster but the man holding her back was too strong.

“Funny meeting you here, huh, Katie?”

The voice made her stomach turn but she continued to fight.

There was a click and Mickey pressed a gun under her chin. “If you scream, I’ll put a bullet through your head.”

Kate squeezed her eyes shut and prayed it was all a cruel nightmare. She nodded, hoping that when he let her go, she would wake up in Tommy’s arms.

“Alright, that’s a good girl.”

The door opened and closed again, making Kate open her eyes. Another man came in.

“Take her gun,” Mickey ordered.

The man frisked Kate for her gun, finding it and pulling it out of her holster.

“Now, are we going to have some difficulty if I let you go?” Mickey asked, releasing his hand from her mouth.

“You’re here to kill me, just get it over with.” She spat, all the while she was looking for an exit strategy. She always managed to make it out with her life. And this time, she had so much to live for. The Shelbys, Tommy, her unborn child. She refused to put Tommy Shelby through any more grief.

“I’m not here to kill you,” Mickey replied. “I will kill you. Soon, but right now you’re just an obstacle in the way. We’re here for someone else.”

Michael. Kate’s heart leapt to her throat and she made a lunge for the door.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He grabbed her before she could get even a step away. “Cool it, Katie.” He chuckled when he saw her lower lip tremble. “Santo was right, you’re just too hung up on these gypsies. He made a mistake tryna bring you back home and make a wife out of you. I suppose he was blinded; thought you would eventually love him back if he kept you in Boston long enough. He should’ve killed you years ago. Then you wouldn’t be such a thorn in my side.”

Kate’s jaw was tight as she stared him down. No way Mickey was going to leave this room thinking he had scared her. “Did you see the state of him? Were you the one who found his body?” She asked with as much restraint in her voice that she could muster. “I tore him to shreds. And you know what? I don’t lose any sleep over it. I’m glad I did it. I would do it again.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Mickey warned, pointing the gun at her.

But Kate knew he wasn’t going to kill her. She wasn’t the target. “And to think you really believed the story that I was kidnapped. Poor little Kate, her fiancée was murdered and she was snatched away. I really thought you were smarter than that. I guess I was wrong.”

“You bitch, I said quiet!” He shouted and slapped her across the face with the pistol. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the wall. “I can’t wait to kill you. Can’t wait to see your blood spill. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna make you watch Luca kill that Tommy Shelby. Then I’m gonna slit your throat.”

Kate gritted her teeth and kneed him in the groin. “I’m going to send you to hell first.”

Mickey went to hit her again but the other man grabbed him. “We have to go. Now!” He snapped in Italian.

And just like that, they were gone.

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Kate left the room, running back to Michael. She nearly collided head-on with Tommy.

“Fuck’s sake, are you okay?” He took her face in his hands, at least happy to see she was on her feet.

“I’m fine, it’s Michael they were after.” She tore away from him to get into the hospital room. “Michael!”

The young man was out of breath, sat on the cot. “They just left. You lot scared them off.” He gasped, terror in his eyes. “Th-the gun backfired and they ran.”

Tommy slumped into a chair. The fear of the decoy had rattled him right to the core. “Kate?”

“Mickey…Santo’s right-hand man. He blindsided me when I was in the hall. He said I wasn’t the target; he wasn’t going to kill me.” She answered shakily.

“Fuck.” Tommy whispered to himself. How could he not have considered this? He was so sure.

“Tommy.” Kate took his wrist to pull his hand away from his face. “Why didn’t you come home last night?”

“Because I had news of this, I was with Arthur planning.” He replied.

“You couldn’t have called? Told me what was going on?”

“Kate…”

“Tommy, this could’ve been avoided if you had called me. I would’ve been able to help you! I’m not just a waste of space you know. I’ve been around these men longer than you have; I know how they think.” She argued.

“So, you would’ve figured this all out, aye? You would’ve been the one to save the day?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Oh, don’t give me that tone. The point is that we promised each other not to keep secrets.”

“It wasn’t a fucking secret, Kate…”

“But now I’ve been pushed off to the side because of what? Because you don’t think I’m clever enough? I could’ve-”

Tommy stood up, knocking the chair over in the process. “Because of the baby!” He shouted at her. “Because I won’t have your name anywhere near mine, not while I’ve got a fucking vendetta attached to me!”

“They want me dead just as much as anyone else in this family!” She yelled back at him. “I’ve had my vendettas with them much longer than you. So, don’t go on pretending I’m new to this game. I faced the Mafia before you even shot Billy Kimber!”

He wouldn’t step up to her challenge. “As long as you’re carrying my child, you’ll not have anything else to do with this. You understand? No more.” He snapped before leaving the hospital room as quickly as he had come in.

Kate was left with Michael who was looking perplexed by everything that had happened in the span of minutes.

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After their argument, Tommy didn’t have much time to spare in regards to mending things. But when he did finally return home, he smelled like the Yard. That was clear to Kate when he slipped in bed with her.

He must’ve thought she was asleep because he struck up a cigarette and was silent for almost a minute.

“You told Michael I was pregnant,” Kate spoke with her back still turned to him.

“No, I didn’t.”

She turned over with a huff and sat up to face him. “Yes, you did! In the hospital, you were going on about all that right in front of him. What else is he supposed to think you were talking about?” She demanded.

In his anger, Tommy hadn’t realized what he was saying in front of his cousin. “It’ll be alright.”

“Oh, I see. So, Tommy Shelby is free to do whatever he wants. You say I can’t tell anyone, then you go on letting it slip to Michael. You’re a hypocrite, you know that?”

“I’m sorry.” He was too tired for another fight. “I didn’t mean to tell him.”

“I don’t care what you think about me being pregnant. I’m not asking for you to put me on the front lines. I’m asking you to be clear with me about what’s going on. I know their strategies; I can be another brain in the room!” She insisted.

“Do you know what would’ve happened, if Grace was pregnant?” He asked in a quiet voice.

Kate stared at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“If she had been pregnant that night. If she was shot…the baby would not have survived. I would’ve lost two people that night.” He put his cigarette aside.

She started to understand where he was coming from. Her eyes went downcast. “Tommy…”

“If that bastard killed you-” He swallowed and shook his head. He couldn’t even get the words out. With a sigh, he placed a hand over his eyes. He was so tired.

“They’re playing on our fears. They want us to be scared.” She moved closer to him and touched his cheek. “If we’re afraid, we make mistakes. Or we let our emotions get the better of us and we make stupid decisions. Right now, we need to be strong.”

Tommy dropped his hand and looked into her eyes. “I don’t even want to sleep anymore. Every night it’s the same nightmare.” He said in a low voice. “The same dreams I had when I was on morphine. When you were gone.”

Kate bit her lip. “If I could take away the dreams I would.” She touched her forehead to his. “But know that I’m not going anywhere. Neither is the baby. We can think about the good times that are to come when this is all over.”

He ran a hand through her hair, grateful to have her close even after the argument they had earlier. “You should ask Pol to tell you the gender. Figure out when they’ll be born too.”

“It should be sometime in the summer. That’ll be nice, won’t it?”

Tommy tried to picture warm sunny days at Arrow House. He would take some time off to help with the baby. Lord knew they would all need some time off after the whole Changretta debacle was finished. “Yeah.” He nodded. “It’ll be very nice.”

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constantconfusion111 · 4 years

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And Suddenly, Green Eyes

Thanks very much @nomoredarksadlonelybatman for the lovely request, I hope you’ll enjoy this. :D

Lenght: 1.7K Pairing: Khai x Third Summary: Khai’s romantic history is longer than the phone book, he’s very familiar with the concept of exes. And yet, he somehow wasn’t prepared to learn that Third had one as well. AO3 link

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Khai wasn’t the one, in their group of gangsters, you’d go to if you ever needed advice. He knew it and wasn’t discontent with that knowledge. Khai’s departement was more around comfort and cheering up. If you felt down and just wanted a change of mind or pace, Khai was your man. His personality was exuberant, just on that side of overwhelming that it was impossible to focus on anything but him. Great for distractions.

If you wanted a sympathetic advice, you asked Two, if you wanted a practical one, you went for Third. If you wanted a crazy advice, Bone would be more than happy to oblige.

And yet, Khai would still tell anyone that would listen, and also many that couldn’t care less, that they should all just fall in love with their best friends and start dating already.

He had had his fair share of romantic experiences. Many would say he overindulged for a long time. And yet dating his best friend was an unprecedented experience for him. Things just… made sense. He could be flirty and seductive in the morning, enticing Third into following him in bed, despite all reason and fake excuses, with just the right look or the touch of a finger. And then be an absolute mess in the evening, too drunk and walking straight into a poll or vomiting over his favourite shoes without fear the other would be revulsed. Well, the vomiting part definitely revulsed Third, he still led him home and cleaned him up before holding him in bed all night.

They also knew each other inside and out. How one preferred their coffee in the morning, which snack were the other’s favourite. How one absolutely hated a particular smell while the other couldn’t stand a random noise.

Sometimes, it also meant they knew a little bit too much.

“Hey Khai, didn’t you promise that girl you’d become an idol so you could sing love songs for her in front of the whole world?”

Two Bone and Khai all turned in the direction Third was pointing out with a head nod. Next to a juice stall, in the middle of the busy mall, was standing a stunning young woman. Her hair was white and braided in complex loops at the back of her head, giving a lovely view of her face. ‘Moji’ supplied his brain. Third had a formidable memory.

“I didn’t know you said that,” laughed Bone, sipping on his frozen coffee without trying to hide his mockery.

“How’s the career going for you Khai?” continued Two, bumping their shoulders together.

Not one to take the teasing lying down, Khai turned his nose up and looked at his friends with contempt.

“It’s a work in progress, but my friends are definitely bringing me down.”

The three broke in a concert of good natured protest so sudden that some bystanders turned to look at that.

“Third? Is it really you?”

The unknown voice came from a man, tall, pretty much their age. His features were simple, Khai wouldn’t turn around if their path crossed in the street, but he was built like an athlete: strong shoulders, broad chest, thick thighs. He was accompanied by a shorter male, a foreigner with blond hair, that looked at them with a curiosity Khai imagined must be reflected in his own eyes.

“Ard? I can’t believe this!”

Third had a large smile, the kind Khai knew for a fact was sincere, which only helped to exacerbated his interest. He didn’t remember anyone called Ard, and he certainly didn’t remember that face. But him and Third looked quite comfortable around each other.

“Since when are you back in Thailand?” asked Third, getting closer to the man.

“I arrived last weekend. I’ll just be staying 2 weeks to visit family and then I’ll be going back.”

“Still living in Germany?”

“Yes, you remembered!”

Both men seemed to have forgotten their respective groups and were happily catching up with the usual ‘and what do you do know’ or even ‘you look great!’ or ‘we should have lunch before you leave’. Khai made eye contact with the foreigner who smiled at him and wai-ed back, which seemed to catch Third’s attention at last.

“Ah, Ard. These are my friends, we met at Uni, we all work together now. This is Bone, Two, and Khai.”

“This is Lee, my boyfriend.”

They all greeted each other properly, and Ard put an arm on the blond’s shoulder to bring him closer.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to barge in during your free time, I was just so surprised to see you Third.”

“I’m happy you saw me. Your Line ID is still the same?” wondered the shorter man, grabbing his phone to check his contacts.

“Yes, message me and we can grab some food soon!”

Shortly after checking both still had the other in their contacts, Ard and Lee left to continue their window shopping.

“So, who was this guy Third? I don’t remember him from anywhere,” asked Two, beating Khai to the punch.

“You guys never met Ard. We were in high school together. He left for Europe just before Uni to join a football club. He was already super good back in the days.

“Get us free tickets for a cool match! Use your connections!” pleaded Bone, already checking which games they could hope to snatch tickets to.

“I haven’t spoken to him in 4 years, I’m not going to pester him for free tickets Bone.”

“Come on!” joined Khai, grabbing Third by the arm to make his plea more efficient. “What’s the point of having famous friends if you can’t get some things out of it?”

Third scoffed, but didn’t try to dislodge him.

“First of all, that’s a terrible way of thinking. Second, he’s not exactly my friend.”

“That’s not what it looked like, you guys seemed pretty close,” said Two.

“Well… we were.” conceded Third, shuffling slightly from one foot to the other. He glanced briefly at Khai before refocusing on the other two. “But that’s because we used to… well. We used to date.”

Once again, their shouts made people turn around with worry.

“Third banged a football super star!”

“Way to go Third! I’m so proud of you!” Two actually clapped him in the back for that.

“I don’t know that he’s a super star…”

“He didn’t say no to the banging…” muttered Bone.

Yup, Khai had noted that as well.

So they may know so, so much about each other. But apparently there were still some secrets to unravel.

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“So… How long were you guys together?”

Third looked up from the spring onions he was slicing, starting to prepare their dinner for the evening. Khai was posted on the other side of the worktop, picking at his nails, elbows propped against the counter. It took Third a second to put the random question in context and remember their meeting with Ard earlier today.

“Mhh… we started dating our last year of high school, so a bit under a year.”

‘Less than us, take that super star’ thought Khai, pursing his lips in an attempt to hide a smirk.

“Why did you break up?” he wondered, trying to maintain a light tone.

“Well, he went to Germany to play football. It was kind of natural to break up,” explained Third, moving from his spring onions to little green pepper, chopping and cleaning the vegetables.

“I see. Is he any good? What position does he play in?”

“I’m not sure, I think it was something like attacker maybe? Is it the right name?”

“You dated a footballer for a year and you don’t even know the name of the positions? Did you not talk when you were together”

At that, Third raised a brow and looked at his boyfriend through his eyelashes.

“We were a bit too busy to talk about football.”

“Why? What were you doing?” asked Khai, frowning.

Third simply stared at him, blinking slowly.

Khai gasped.

“You little pervert!”

“Are you serious right now?! Why do you care anyways? That was half a decade ago,” complained the shorter man, abandoning his knife, crossing his arms on his chest and staring down at his boyfriend with an incredulous look.

“Well, would you go back to him?”

Third felt his eyebrow raise incredulously. He couldn’t make much sense of the conversation overall, but Khai seemed to grow agitated, abandoning all pretense of nonchalance.

“He has a boyfriend.”

The answer only seemed to offend him further.

“That’s not what I asked!” he shouted.

“Of course no. You’re talking nonsense Khai, stop it.”

“And if he didn’t have a boyfriend? Would you go back to him?”

Third had to take a deep breath to avoid shouting himself. Khai soft features were furrowed and tense. Only 3 years of experience of pining allowed Third to recognise that look for what it was: jealousy.

What an idea, Imagining that Khai would ever feel jealousy for him. His cold way with women never left anyone with the slightest shadow of a doubt. Never gave anyone any reason to wonder if, maybe, Third could ever not love Khai.

Third was left flagabaster for an instant before snapping out of it. Going around the counter, he walked to Khai that was staring at him, as if afraid today was the day he’d get stabbed. Instead, he slowly slid his arms around the taller man’s neck and brought him into a firm hug.

“Khai. When Ard left, I was sad because we got along quite well, and he was the first boy I did stuff with. I recovered in a summer. And then I met you and frankly Ard completely slipped my mind. If you left for Germany, I wouldn’t get over it. I’d come with you”

Khai hugged him back, bringing him as close as he could. He buried his nose in the soft mass of hair and smelled Third’s usual brand of shampoo as he left his tense shoulders relax.

“Does it have to be Germany?”

“What?” asked Third, confused. He pulled back to look at his boyfriend’s face.

“I don’t really want to go to Germany. Would you follow me to Korea or Australia maybe.”

Third half laughed, half sighed, and definitely rolled his eyes.

“Germany is a metaphor, I’d follow you anywhere, dumbass.”

Third pulled down until their lips met in a kiss, softly brushing together while they breathed the same air. Khai grabber Third’s hips in an inviting grip, slithering a hand under his shirt to gently rub the delicate skin underneath. As Khai slotted a knee between Third’s legs, he could only spare the ex-boyfriend one last thought.

‘He’s the dumbass, who could give up on these lips just to kick a ball around.’

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dzamie-oc · 4 years

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Smaugust 13 - Lunar

Ember has a dream. It doesn't go well, so Luna steps in to help out and give the Dragon Lord something to think about. (1494 words)

Dragon Lord Ember was not having a good time. Quite the opposite, really. She had been invited to some pony friendship meeting by the pony Princesses, which was... tolerable. After all, Spike was usually near the purple one, and the others seemed to understand how soft they were compared to her. The blue one, especially. If she ever got pressured to make another friend, but this time a pony one, Ember was pretty sure she would go for the blue one. Sometimes, the Dragon Lord even thought the blue one must be part dragon, though of course that was ridiculous. But, suffice to say, the pony friendship meeting was the least of her problems.

Once she got there, they had informed her that the proper and official dress code for a pony friendship meeting was a big, fluffy dress, full of frills and lace and other things that caught on her claws, spines, and scales. The dragoness couldn't quite remember when or how she had put it on, but the important thing was that it was on her and that sucked. Absolutely miserable. She looked her best just after a lava bath, completely naked in her scales. No dragon went around with dresses or anything, unless it was made of gems to snack on later. Still, this friendship meeting was very important, so she had to deal with it.

But the worst part of it all was when they only served a single carrot. A half dozen visits to and from Spike had taught her that meat was a pipe dream, because ponies not only didn't eat meat, but they thought that somedragon else eating meat was like eating them. At the time, Ember had wondered if they ever thought that about daisies, since some of them were named Daisy, probably. But either way, Ember learned: ponies do not serve meat. What was truly atrocious, however, was that there wasn't a single gem to be found. Spike lived there! They should have known that gems were delicious, at least to dragons!

With a snort of smoke, Ember took the carrot. If nothing else, she could at least gnaw it into a more interesting shape. As she raised it up to her snout, though, the vegetable tumbled from her grip. Ember furrowed her brow and went to grab it, only to see that, instead of her beautiful, scaly hands, she now sported a pair of blue, furry hooves! In shock and terror, she fell back from her chair, watching as the rest of the pony friendship meeting smiled and laughed. They were all laughing. The purple one laughed. The blue one laughed. The white one laughed. The other one laughed. The dragons there, they laughed too, at seeing their Dragon Lord as a weak, soft pony, consigned to eating grass and frolicking and... braiding manes or whatever. She tried to command them as their ruler, but all that came out was a neigh, or maybe a whinny. Spike towered over her, now an adult dragon. "Ah, Ember," he rumbled, in his normal voice, way too high for a dragon his size, "you thought I was a pony in a dragon's body, but it looks like you're just a soft pony, yourself! Ha ha ha!" He opened his jaws and leaned in to pick up his dinner...

Suddenly, a blue blast of magic crashed into his head, sending him tumbling off of Canterlot mountain. Ember turned her head to see her savior; a dozen tails off, the blue princess stood strong, a wisp of smoke at the tip of her horn. She took flight, soaring over to the dragon-turned-pony, and offered Ember a hoof up. Ember took it, righting herself.

"You aren't laughing at me?" she asked the Princess.

"As far as nightmares go, this isn't even the funniest tonight," the dark blue pony said with a smile, "besides, laughing at their horror just makes ponies feel bad. And dragons, I would assume. Though, Ember, I am surprised to find your dream here. Are you visiting Equestria?"

Ember nodded. "Yeah, didn't you see that whole debacle the pony friendship meeting turned into? Or what it turned me into?"

The pony turned to look at the table. Around it were a quartet of stick ponies, roughly colored in, with signs hanging from their necks reading "the white one," "the purple one," "the blue one," and "another pony." She picked up "the blue one" in her magic, and in a flash of light, it read "Luna" instead. She shook her head. "I suppose this is one more thing my sister is springing on me, then. Thousands of years, and she still thinks it's fun to drop big diplomatic things on my head."

Ember looked up, above Luna's head. Luna blinked. "Metaphorically. Though there was that time with the folder of Seaquestria treaties..."

The dragoness shook her head. "Okay, wait, wait. There's two of you here, and you don't smell like a changeling, so that means..." She racked her brain to continue, but couldn't come up with anything. Maybe ponies reproduced by budding? That would explain why the purple one is smaller.

"That means you're dreaming, Princess Ember," Luna said. "As the Prin-"

"Dragon Lord Ember," Dragon Lord Ember corrected.

"Very well. You are dreaming, Dragon Lord Ember. It is my solemn duty to help ponies deal with their nightmares." The alicorn winked at her. "And, apparently, dragons."

"Okay, so what does all..." Ember gestured to the stick ponies, the table, the dragons frozen in time, "this mean?" She did a double-take, staring at her properly scaly hand. "Oh, good. Not a pony."

"Yes, not a pony," Luna agreed with a smile. "As for what it means, nightmares love to scare creatures. Are you scared of being a pony?"

The dragoness folded her arms, glaring at the presumptious princess. "I'm not scared of anything," she said, "if you ponies want to turn me into one of your non-confrontational, soft, fuzzy... ponies, you'll have to go through me, first!" She bristled, wings tensed as though Luna was going to charge her... then slumped forward. "Okay, a little. But not literally. The hooves would totally suck, though. I just don't want to lose what makes me a dragon just because of being 'friends' with ponies," Ember said with air quotes.

"So don't do that," Luna said simply. At Ember's critical stare, she continued, "if somepony isn't willing to accept that you're a dragon, they're not really trying to be friends with you, they're trying to be friends with who you could be if you were like them. You will become a little different, of course, but you won't lose yourself."

The Dragon Lord looked back at the pony friendship meeting table, and the carrot laying on it. "So, I can still be friends with Spike and not have to eat carrots," she concluded, "or braid manes or say things like 'let's fly to the castle.'"

Luna shook her head. "I am the sole reason there are moon pies at princess summits," she said with a smile, "you can absolutely stay out of all that 'pony stuff' if you really want to. We'll let you know what we can tolerate, and you can do the same."

"Huh. That's actually pretty good." Ember swished her tail back and forth, then looked up at Luna again. "No meat, though, right? I can't get a good steak?"

Luna laughed, shaking her head again. "No, not in Equestria. Twilight and Cadance would object, I think." She lit her horn, and a craggy, stone door inset with sapphires appeared in the air before her, which then swung open. "Now, I must help other creatures in need. However... before I go, is there anything you want me to mention to the castle chefs for the meeting? Opals, or quartzes?"

"Rubies," the dragoness answered quickly. "Amethysts if you can get 'em. Oh! And, Princess, uh... L- what is it... Luna? Princess Luna?"

"Rubies and amethysts, got it. Yes, Ember?" the princess said, head sticking out of the door.

"Thanks. You would be good to talk to more."

Luna smiled. "You too, Dragon Lord Ember. Have fun in your dream!" And with that, the door closed and vanished.

Ember watched it go, then walked up to the table again. The blue stick pony had been replaced by a much more real-looking Luna. "And just what does that mean?"

The dream Luna's mouth didn't move as it responded, instead quickkly jumping between having an open and closed mouth. "Dreams can do anything!"

The dragoness pondered this for a moment. The next moment, a twenty-pound, rare steak landed on the table. And then tiny diamonds peppered it. The Bloodstone Scepter appeared in her hands, and then a second one. Ember took a bite of the steak, not bothering to try to pick it up. It was delicious, and regrew immediately.

The Dragon Lord had an awful lot of fun in her dream.

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ickaimp · 5 years

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Five times Jack and Bunny weren’t dating (Much to the confusion of Everyone Else)

2041 words, ace

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"Come on, Sugar." The Groundhog leaned against Aster, grinding her hip against his. "One little date couldn't hurt, could it?"

"Yeah.... Well, y'see..." Aster tried to find some graceful way to get her away from him, without resorting to the violence that he would momentarily enjoy but regret later. A sudden drop in temperature behind him provided inspiration. "I can't because m'datin' Jack Frost!"

"What?!"

"What?!" Echoed Jack's irritated voice from behind him. Aster glanced over his shoulder, meeting Jack's annoyed gaze, then made a slight motion with his head towards the Groundhog.

Jack's tense angry posture melted as understanding flickered across his face, followed by merriment. "You called, Snugglebunny?" Jack asked, sickly-sweet as he twined one arm around Aster's.

Oh, thank goodness. Aster plastered on a grin and shifted closer to Jack. "Have y'met Phyllis? The Groundhog?" He asked, motioning to Phyllis.

"Can't say that I have." Jack said, tone frosty as he eyed her proximity to Aster.

He'd hoped that Phyllis would take the clue and back off, but she narrowed her eyes, glaring at Jack as if he were the interloper. "I've heard much about you." Phyllis purred, holding a hand out.

Jack smiled politely back, releasing Aster to take her hand and shaking it. "Pleasure."

"Oh!" Phyllis exclaimed, not releasing Jack's hand. "What smooth skin you have. No fur at all. How strange that must be." She said, fluffing up the hair on her round cheeks with her other hand.

The ambient temperature dropped as Jack smiled. It wasn't a pleasant expression. "It does make it easier to groom." He said, ice forming along his hand. Phyllis squeaked, finally releasing Jack.

For a moment, Jack and Phyllis stared at each other, faces smiling as they spat at each other with their eyes. Aster began to double think this plan, wondering if he had just put himself in the middle of a cat-fight, with himself as the prize.

He backed up a step, wrapping his arm around Jack. He knew who he was throwing his support behind.

Phyllis paused, then inclined her head. "I think I hear someone calling my name. Excuse me." She said, stomping away with her head held high.

Aster watched her go, trying not to cringe at the comments under her breath about what beautiful babies they would have made. Jack shifted closer to him, giving Aster's arm a squeeze "You okay?" Jack asked quietly.

"Yeah." Aster wrapped an arm around Jack, resting his chin on Jack's head. "Thanks." He wanted to leave and go take a bath, roll around on the grass until her scent and the memory of her touch left him. She didn’t smell right at all, too much like this alien planet and not enough like a Pooka to put the thoughts she was insinuating in his head.

Jack smelled familiar, hints of the Warren and North's Workshop clinging to him, and it helped ground Aster. He nuzzled the white hair, messing it up, and making Jack laugh.

"Anytime." Jack's voice was warm, as he hugged Aster back. He chuckled, only slightly strained. "Got me away from my own admirers." He muttered, clearly uncomfortable.

"Sounds like we need a battleplan." Aster smirked, his good humour resuming at having something he could do. "I'll watch yer back-"

"I got yours." Jack promised, voice rich and amused, giving Aster a squeeze before backing up half a step. Aster let him go, smiling back at Jack's grin, wide and joyful. Jack inclined his head. "C'mon. I heard a rumour that there's refreshments around here, Hunny-Bunny."

"I see how it's gonna be." Aster smirked, allowing Jack to pull him towards the far wall where the snacks were. "-Snow White."

"Ooh!" Jack shot him an evil grin. "It's on now!"

Aster laughed, ignoring the looks they were getting. There were far worse things than hanging out with Jack Frost.

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"Twinkle-Toes."

"Buggy-Bunny."

"Pumpkin."

"No. Snuggle-Bug."

"Nipper?"

"Doodle-Bun."

"Snowflake."

"Funny-Bunny."

"Ice-"

"I can't take it anymore!" Tooth exploded, waving her arms. "Could PLEASE take your flirting somewhere else?! It's really distracting!"

Several of her fairies chirped in agreement.

Jack and Aster blinked, staring at her. Tooth blushed.

"Sorry." She muttered.

"Right." Jack nodded. "Sorry... I guess it's our bad-?" He offered, glancing at Aster for affirmation.

Aster shrugged back. He was kind of confused on how coming up with insulting nicknames could be considered 'flirting'.

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"Bunny, catch." Jack said, holding up a radish from across the table. Without thinking about it, Aster opened his mouth, Jack tossing it across the table, Aster snatching it out of mid-air with his teeth.

"Yes!" Jack cheered, a wide grin on his face as he tossed his arms up into the air.

Aster snorted in amusement. It took so little to keep Jack happy. Speaking of which... Aster plucked a cherry tomato off his plate and flicked it at Jack.

"Got it!" Jack leaned back, catching it in his mouth, biting down into the red vegetable with great relish. Jack still wasn't used to having a chance to try the plants that grew in the summer, finding them to be a still-rare treat. Aster made sure to slip him the best ones to try whenever he got a chance.

They flung bits and pieces of the food going around at each other, grabbing each other's favourite foods as they passed their sides of the table, tossing them back and forth with the ease of many shared meals together. Jack pulled the beets out of his salad and set them aside, sliding them across the table to Aster to eat. Aster did the same with the baby corn, he didn't like their texture much.

Phil cleared his throat, making a confused noise. Jack and Aster glanced around, discovering that they were the centre of attention.

"What?" Jack asked, grabbing a croissant for himself and tossing Aster a pumpernickel roll.

"Nothing." North said. He pointedly cleared his throat, glancing at the other Guardians and the gathered Yeti and Elves, who turn their attention back the massive amount of food in front of them.

Jack shot Aster a confused look. So they were used to sharing meals. So what?

Aster shrugged back. People were strange.

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The funny thing about Jack was that when he got tired, he got all loose limbed and cuddly, like a tiny kitten. Anyone would do, but Aster was Jack's preferred person to lean against and doze against.

It was annoying if Aster was in the middle of working on something, but when he was reading, or attempting to relax, it was kind of nice to have Jack snuggled against him. Usually this meant that at some point, Jack would go boneless and using Aster's lap as a pillow, his head at just the right place for Aster to run his fingers through Jack's cold hair.

It was soothing, calming to a instinctual part of his brain that had been screaming for centuries. That he was fulfilling his obligations, taking care of his Clan, providing for the youngster, helping him grow big and strong.

Never mind that logically, Jack would never age. And that they were different species, different Clans entirely.

It still pleasing to have the company, to feel another's heartbeat so close to his, even it was alien.

Sandy appeared, waving cheerfully and Aster motioned for quiet. Sandy floated closer, looking confused, then his golden eyes widened, an exclamation point appearing above his head.

With an apologetic wave, Sandy quickly left, going back the way he came.

Aster watched him go, then glanced down at Jack, who was sleeping face-down on his lap.

The heck-?

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“Ah-hem.” Tooth cleared her throat, pointing upwards with a mischievous little look. Aster looked up to find a sprig of mistletoe sprouting from one of the layers of the Tooth Palace.

Which just happened to be right above Jack and Aster’s heads. One he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen there when they arrived to visit Tooth and her girls.

Aster glanced down at Jack, raising one eyebrow in question. Jack smirked back, looking amused as he stood up on his tip toes and kissed the top of Aster’s nose, where it was covered in short fur. It was kind of an odd chill sensation, but not bad.

Jack rocked back on his heels, giving Aster a wide grin. Aster frowned. “Did you just nip my nose?” He demanded, trying not to laugh. Although there certainly hadn’t been any teeth involved.

“Maybe.” Jack sing-sang, looking proud of himself.

The laugh Aster had been trying to hide came out as an amused huff, and he leaned down to return the favour, pressing his lips against Jack’s nose with a loud comical ‘mwah!’.

He got wide eyed stare for a brief second, as if Jack couldn’t believe that Aster had just done that that, then started laughing, little snowflakes forming around him in joy, and disappearing just as quickly in the warm air.

“Reckon we need to do that more often.” Aster mused, swinging an arm around Jack’s shoulders, and pulling him close. Jack nodded as he leaned against Aster, wrapping an arm around Aster’s waist. Kissing wasn’t something Pooka did, but he could see himself growing to like it.

He wondered how Jack felt about forehead kisses.

“Sounds good to me.” Jack agreed, grinning happily. “Now, what can we help you out with, Tooth?”

Tooth was giving them a strange look, like they’d done something unexpected. She gave herself a small shake, then smiled. “Oh! Right this way.” She escorted them towards a different part of her Palace to work on some murals.

Aster shared a glance at Jack, who shrugged back, wondering what she’d expected them to do instead.

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"Bunny." North said, shifting his weight awkwardly. "I wish to speak with you. About Jack."

Aster's ears twitched, automatically trying to sense where the boy was. Playing with the wind outside of the Workshop most likely. "He alright?"

"Jack is fine." North waved it off. "But you. This has been going on for many decades now. When are you going to make your intentions known?"

Aster stared blankly at North. "Intentions?"

"Wedding!" North threw his hands in the air.

... Huh?

"You have been dating for long while!" North gestured, sounding like an old Mother Hen. "Is it not time to tie the knot?"

"No?" Aster ventured. Why would they get married anyway?

"Then you have been leading Jack on?" North asked, a dangerous growl entering his voice.

"No." Aster shook his head. "And he's fine with things the way they are." Or at least, he'd never made any comment.

North made an annoyed grunt, crossing his arms. Aster raised an eyebrow. "Y'can ask him yerself."

"I will." North agreed. "He will be here any-"

"Hey, guys!" Jack cheerfully announced, touching down between them, covered more than usual with a layer of ice over his clothing. Jack paused, glancing between the two of them with a wary expression. "What's going on?"

"North wants to know when we're gonna get hitched." Aster waved a hand at North, who nodded, looking resolute.

Jack looked between them, as if waiting for the punchline. "Why would we do that?" He asked, no panic or fear in his voice, just flat out confusion.

Aster shrugged.

"You are dating!" North's eyes were wide.

Jack shook his head. "No, we're not."

"But the pet names! The food! The snuggling!"

"We're friends-?" Jack drawled. "Who live in close proximity to each other?"

Practically in each other's laps, some months.

"Bah." North threw his hands in the air. "Hopeless!" He announced, then stormed off.

Jack leaned against his staff. "Was that weird to you? Cause that was weird to me."

"It's North." Aster shrugged, as if that explained everything.

Jack considered his words for a moment, then nodded in agreement, shifting his weight to lean against Aster instead. Aster put a commiserating arm around Jack’s shoulders, ignoring the looks the yeti gave them.

Really, people were so strange sometimes.

-fin-

#rise of the guardians #rotg #e. aster bunnymund #jack frost #jackrabbit #frostbunny #jackrabbitweek #icka fic

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how would BTS react to you using weed to help your mental illnesses(Anxiety disorders more specifically) I hope this is acceptable to send in !

Seokjin: He would be upset and concerned when he found out that you smoked weed, the plant being very controversial in Korea. He’d stay calm as you explained yourself, telling him that it was for medical purposes. Jin would reserve his judgment for the time being as you continued to explain the situation further more to him, telling him that smoking weed eased your mental illnesses and helped you overcome them. Knowing that it was something that was helping you and quite literally easing your mind, I think he would be okay with it.

“I love you and if this is something that actually helps you, then who am I to get upset about it?” “Just please understand that this will also effect the groups reputation if someone from the outside finds out. But I’ll figure out how to make it right if something like that does happen.” “I just want you to be happy and-… Is that my ice cream? Y/n! I’ve been saving that and you know it!”

Yoongi: At first, he’d be angry. You know how controversial weed was in Korea and how it was so easy to manipulate the truth on the internet, so if he were to get caught around the plant, not just his but also the groups reputations could be tarnished. However, after you explained to him that you smoke to help your anxiety disorders, he’d fall silent. He would think for a very long time, the quiet just about killing you before he would ask you to explain further. He wanted to understand the benefits of smoking marijuana for mental health problems. After a good thirty minutes or so, he seemed to understand a little better and would just sigh, taking your hands into his. Overall, rather chill about it once he understands.

“Look, if this really helps you like you say it does, then this is something I can be okay with. It’s not that I, personally, have a problem with this all, it’s just…so controversial back home. Some idols and actors careers end because of it.” “I’m here for you and I’m here to support you, no matter what. Okay?�� “Now come on, I’m hungry and by the way you keep looking over my head to see into the kitchen, I guess you are too.”

Hoseok: He’d be upset when he came home and found you on the back patio with a glass piece filled with milky smoke, though he wouldn’t necessarily know how to react. There would be a lot of questions and “You do know this could ruin how I’m viewed in Korea? How the group is viewed?” and a few “Are you so unhappy that you need a quick buzz to make you better?” which would bring you to tears, telling them that, yes, actually. You do need it to feel happy and at home with yourself. You would tell him about your mental health and how there’s always a war going on in your brain, often times it feels like a losing battle. Your outcry would surprise your boyfriend, him not finding the words to say at that moment in time. However, when you asked him if he wanted to break up with you over this, he sat down right next to you and took your hands into his as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“I would never leave you over a medical condition. Physical or mental.” “This is basically a treatment, right? You’re trying to take care of whatever demons you have like a beekeeper. trying to smoke them out.” “Hoseok, this isn’t the time for a joke.” “Regardless, I’m supposed to be your loving and overly supportive boyfriend. So that’s who I am going to be. Besides, you’re your own person. I can’t control you and neither can anyone else.” “…Were you..dipping popcorn into chocolate milk..?” “…no…?” “Oh my god.”

Namjoon: He had the intentions of coming back from the studio early to surprise you with dinner and a movie, however, he had come to find him being the surprised one as well when he saw you dancing around the house with a blunt in your mouth. His corneas would be beyond shocked when he realized just what was rolled up in the brown cigar paper and would become very stern. He gave you the chance to explain yourself, his facing softening slightly when he heard your reasoning behind smoking marijuana. He would ask why you didn’t take actual medication to help with your mental illnesses and when you explained to him that pills don’t work for everyone and that they often do more harm than good, he understood a little better.

“Aish, jagiya..what am I to do with you.” “No, I’m not going to dump you.” “I can learn to deal with this. For you and your health.” “From now on, can you open the windows or go outside? That’s really strong.” “I didn’t say it was dank, I said it stank.” “Can you explain this better to me? The benefits and all that.”

Jimin: He would be rather put off by the smell in the bathroom but couldn’t quite figure out what it was. You had just gotten out of the shower to get ready for your date with Jimin but didn’t hear him walk in your apartment after work, so there you were, siting on the edge of the bathtub smoking out of your little mini bong when you heard a knock and a gentle voice at the door. “Y/N, not to be rude, but I think you need a new candle because that smells like a skunk.” Jimin had teased as he let himself in. Almost falling back into the tub, you panicked when Jimin saw what you were doing. Furrowing his eyebrows, he realized just what you were doing and looked you dead in the eye with no expression. “Would you like to explain?” And so you did, you went into every little detail about your marijuana history and why you continued to smoke it out of your teenage years, explaining how it made you feel more like yourself than actual medication did. Taking a deep breath, Jimin sighed and knelt in front of you.

“So this actually helps you? I mean, I’ve heard stories about how cannabis helps with a whole bunch of different things but I never really thought much of it.” “If this helps you with your demons then I won’t interfere. Just…be careful, okay? This is a very controversial thing in Korea and I’d hate for you to get any kind of hate because of it.” “Now hurry and get dressed so we eat can go!” “….I think I inhaled your smoke..We need a box fan in here if this is going to be your smoke spot.”

Taehyung: Honestly one of the most chill about it. When he got to your house for your lazy day in date, the room was smoky and your coughs could be heard from the kitchen. “Y/n..?” He called out only to hear you yelp and frantically rush into the living room. Cocking his head to the side, he gave you a questionable look. “Is something on fire?” he’d ask and when you shook your head he looked at the brown cigar behind your ear. “Is that a blunt?” He asked to your surprise, questioning how did he even know what it was. sighing, you sat down and explained to him why you smoked weed, telling him it helped with your mental heath and made you feel better during panic attacks and insomnia. After ranting and raving, you looked up at Tae who didn’t seemed bothered at all.

“Ohh, that makes sense.” “Well I’m glad it helps you be the you you deserve to be.” “Did you order our take out already? I have the movies and the snacking foods, I figured you would want that one candy you were talking about yesterday so i went ahead and gra- what?” “Really, I’m fine with it. I understand, Y/n, it’s for your health and even if it wasn’t, marijuanna isn’t dangerous last i heard. So I’m not too concerned.” “Ah! Take out’s here!…You didn’t happen to have the munchies when you ordered our food, huh?…Why do we need twelve egg rolls?”

Jeongguk: He wouldn’t really have a reaction, he would ask many many questions and then come to an understanding as to why you smoke. He had just gotten out of the shower when he saw you on the back porch with a pipe. Curious, he walked out the back door and watch you throw the pipe into the grass out of panic. “Y/n..were you smoking pot?” He asked and you sighed, nodding your head and as you explained yourself. At some point while you were talking, he walked over to where you threw your pipe away at and was examining it. “It’s cute.” He said, walking back over to you and setting it back on the table. Taking a seat, he’d look at you and just smile softly.

“You’re so dumb, Y/n. You didn’t have to keep this from me for so long.” “Mental illnesses are hard and while I personally don’t understand, I understand that it sucks. A lot.” “As long as you’re not doing anything actually dangerous to you then I don’t care.” “Wanna go play Mario Kart? You’re probably too stoned but it’ll be fun to watch you crash and burn out there.” Wow. Thanks, babe.” “Of course.”

#bts #bangtan #bts reactions #bangtan reactions #seokjin reaction #yoongi reaction #hoseok reaction #namjoon reaction #jimin reaction #taehyung reaction #jeongguk reaction #.kara

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a-gert-lush-holiday · 5 years

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Travel day, and day 1

Our travel day started off well, but slowly started to descend into minor chaos. Lucy woke up around 11pm from an apt nightmare about missing our flight, and so the pair of us decided not to go back to sleep. This was partially so we would definitely be up in the morning, and partially so both of us might be tired enough to sleep on the flight. We tried the TV in our room, however this unfortunately didn’t work at all! We ended up chatting and playing random app games until 4:30, when we both got ready to head out for the day.

A taxi hailed by the front desk got us to Terminal 4, WHSmiths got me a lock for my suitcase - I had been unable to find mine before leaving home, and we finally got our cases checked in around 6:15.

Time for security, which I think is everyone’s least favourite part, but was definitely Lucy’s nemesis today! As well as being selected for the dreaded body scanner, her backpack was also selected for screening 😣 In contrast, I sailed right through for a change! (I seem to get all the random checks when travelling alone on planes - this is even more terrifying when you get pulled to the side whilst an officer speaks to you in German and all the German you know flies out your brain like whoosh). Security over, we had a browse of the shops and popped into Costa for a drink and a sit down until our gate was announced.

Bing! What’s that phone? Oh, delayed 45 minutes? I mean, that’s rough, but not the end of the world, our connection is still doable.

Just as if to prove me wrong, pretty much as soon as I said this another text arrived, putting the time back to 10am. This was...not so doable. At this point, Lucy is beginning to freak out that her nightmare is coming true, and quite honestly despite the brave face I was trying to put on to keep calm, so was I! Luckily no more texts were received, and we boarded the plane at 9:40 - which was definitely pushing it but hey if the plane took off at 10 we still had time before boarding opens!

*sigh*. I really should stop jinxing myself, because sod’s law took over and made us take off at 10:20. This meant that as we landed at 12:25 in Paris, we had 5 minutes before boarding opened, and it was looking increasingly unlikely that we were going to make it. We managed to jump off the plane at 12:40, and the pair of us literally sprinted as fast as our legs would carry us!

Charles de Gaulle unfortunately has another set of security when changing flights, and this is where all hope started to seem lost as Lucy got selected for bag screening again! We explained this to the officer and he very kindly did the fastest yet thorough bag check he could, and we continued our sprinting to the gate, allllllll the way down the end of the terminal! (Because of course it would be!)

Fortunately, the Japan gods seemed to be on our side, as check in had not yet closed! As we made our way onto the plane I received a notification that check in was closing ASAP, so we made it literally by the skin of our teeth.

Crisis averted and butts in seats, we finally were on our flight bound for Tokyo! Lucy settled in on the IFE with either Ant Man or Crazy Rich Asians - I initially debated whether to start watching Ralph Breaks The Internet, but figured I would start watching films after the dinner service. Instead, I settled in with the inflight map, whilst listening to Muse (Simulation Theory, in case anyone was wondering!)

Shortly afterwards, the hostesses came round with a wet towel, round of drinks, and some rosemary crackers. I initially wasn’t sure if I would like them, but they tasted a bit like focaccia bread in cracker form! They also went well with the apple juice I ordered, however after this light snack I was still hungry and dragged a Twix from my bag. After a play through of the album, I finally decided to start an episode of Family Guy when we were somewhere over Copenhagen, thinking food would be coming soon. This turned out to be a smart move, as the second the episode finished it was our turn to be served food!

Our choices today consisted of chicken in sauce, or Japanese style beef curry. I love Japanese curry, so decided to go for the beef, which did not disappoint! Yes, it’s airplane food. Yes, it will never be as good as the real thing served up in an actual restaurant. But for airplane food? The beef was tender and well seasoned, the sauce was delicious and easy on the tastebuds, and the rice wasn’t too soggy or too hard. Chase that down with Camembert and proper french butter on a roll, and a delicious lemon and poppy seed cake, and I was content.

However, I did leave the salad - I’m honestly not a great fan of vegetable salads, especially when smothered in mayo. Lucy has the same meal as me and tried the salad - she ended up leaving it as it was no bueno for her.

I kept an eye on the skymap whilst we ate; we were now flying over Helsinki! The flight seemed to be going really fast at this point, however there was still another 9 hours to go. I settled in and watched a documentary about airbus beluga planes, Lucy listened to some music, and then we both tried to have a nap. Emphasis on the ‘try’. After a lot of tossing and turning, a 30 minute food documentary break, and a change of album from Red Hot Chilli Pepper’s Greatest Hits to a Nirvana compilation, I managed to catch a disjointed 2/3 hours of sleep. Lucy was unable to sleep, and therefore watched another film before poking me awake around 2 hours before decent, taunting me that I missed the ice cream rounds xD

It was not long after I woke up that I began to notice a peculiar smell coming from the galley behind us - I figured this was breakfast, but it had a very strong smell of something that was making me feel ill. However, when food was brought round an hour before landing, breakfast tasted a lot better than it smelt!

This was a scrambled egg, vegetable and...some sort of starch medley - unfortunately I couldn’t read all of the French on the front. The smell I realised after tasting it was most likely soy; whilst I love soy sauce in many things, if I whiff the bottle directly? Nope. This went down with a roll, butter and strawberry jam, plus a nice creamier tasting french version of what I assume was actimel, and a madeline. There was also what I thought was a very fruity yoghurt as the front said ‘apple vanilla’ in French, but as it looked and tasted like baby food one tiny bite of this was enough for me.

Shortly after this, we began the decent, landing cards were completed, and we landed safely at Narita airport. At this point I began to have an ‘oh my god, is this actually real?’ moment, and felt quite emotional. I have wanted to visit Japan since I was 14, and never truly thought I would ever get to make it happen. It still doesn’t quite feel real at the minute! My mind was constantly narrating as we exited the plane such gems as ‘oh my god, I’m standing on a Japanese escalator!’ (Which, in hindsight, I am so glad I did not say out loud!).

On to immigration! Here I have another tip: you’re going to need a black or blue pen, and pick up an immigration card from the desk by the queue. Sit in one of the seats and fill it out. Do not pass go, do not collect £200.

Yes, the card you filled out on the plane...was not the whole story. You need to fill out an immigration card also alongside the customs landing card, which you are not told about on the plane, nor is it particularly well signposted until you get to the end of the queue and the official at the line directing you to a attended booth for fingerprints and photographs takes a look at your documents and tells you you need one to proceed.

Which is fine, but then please don’t be like me and fill the form out in red pen, because you will get kicked out the queue yet again to fill it out on a dark colour. No where is it stated that red pen is the work of the devil, but these things happen so off I went to do as the man said. Ah, Japanese bureaucracy at it’s finest!

It was around this point I turned my phone on and connected to the free WiFi, and my heart immediately sank. You see, I had one more fear that I did not tell Lucy about, knowing that it was most likely going to happen due to the short connection and not wanting her to worry, and I had just had it confirmed.

‘Your baggage items will not be delivered upon arrival. They are still in transport. Please visit the baggage desk for further information’. At this point, given the baggage situation, the third time round I jumped in the line I felt so dejected, like ‘please, dear lord, let this be it!’.

This time round the gentleman waved me through, I passed through immigration, met up with Lucy (who was fortunate enough to have filled the form out in blue pen the first time round after our queue kicking), and together waited in a queue with a lot of people from the same flight.

This was also where I experienced Japanese bureaucracy and efficiency at it’s finest - the desk staff were working so hard to explain the situation, advising how to fill in yet another form to confirm the loss of the baggage and open claims for everyone, and were then escorting people to Customs so they could be processed (as obviously we were no longer accompanied by baggage, the lost baggage forms had to be processed so Customs can check the baggage after its arrival). We were also advised that we would get the equivalent of $100 a person that would be refunded for the purchase of essentials upon providing receipts - assuming the delay is only as long as the day they stated, this is actually a better deal than our travel insurance!

Finally, finally we were free on Japanese soil - and all we wanted to do was get to the hotel and de stress. Not to be, as check in was not until much later in the day, and we now needed to purchase a change of clothes.

At this point, I decided to get out a bit of extra cash at a 7-11 atm, praying the whole time my card would not get blocked, and internally cheering when I was presented with a wad of cash. My second stop was to grab my newly purchased Passmo (a bit like an Oyster card, but it can be used across Japan, and not just London), and complete a childhood dream - paying for a drink at a vending machine with your train pass.

Okay, yes, that sounds really lame nowadays when we have contactless payments and you can use your phone to buy pretty much anything. However, back in college before this technology really even existed as more than a concept in the west, I saw a video on YouTube of a guy paying for his drink using his IC card, and this basically cemented the idea that ‘Japan is this cool place that thinks outside the box why do we not have this man I wanna go there’. And now I have. So I did xD

Peach coca cola in hand (10/10 would buy again, the Diet Coke version at home is far inferior), we jumped on the Sky Access train (half the price of the Skyliner, with only a couple more stops, plus you don’t need a reserved ticket) to the Skytree and its shopping mall to pick up some clothes, and other bits like a hairbrush or face wipes. I ended up going in Uniqlo, and in there I saw the cutest Moomin shirt :D So of course I brought it! I also grabbed a pair of shorts, a shirt, and some clean underwear to change into, and then after browsing a bit more we hit up a Combini for lunch as the food hall in the Solamachi was packed.

I chose a onigiri with chilli oil filling (it had a sort of umami taste, with sesame I think?) and Lucy had a cheeseburger. But that’s okay, because she got to enjoy that they will put it in the microwave for you! We also both picked out a pastry each, for which I went for a choco-coronet and Lucy went for a croissant which ended up having a delicious sugar crust on top!

At this point we still had time to kill, so it was time for a browse around outside in the fresh air. Cherry blossoms were still in bloom, albeit barely, so we took a moment to admire these before moving swiftly onwards, and finding a gacha shop.

For the uninitiated, a gacha shop is full of gachapon machines (gachapon being tiny capsules filled with toys, like what’s in a kinder egg but not encased in chocolate), all selling different collectible sets. From this with the meagre change I currently had, I ended up with a Hogwarts hufflepuff badge, a tiny Iron Man, and a Sylveon keychain. All fairly decent pulls.

Another wander, a jump on the subway one more stop, and we were checking into our hotel. More on the hotel hopefully later, but I can confirm it is very very nice :)

For today, that is where I will have to stop, as Lucy has been sleeping pretty much since (a full 24+ hours without sleep will wreak havoc on you, yikes), and I have been pottering around trying out things like the indoor slippers, and heated toilet seats (11/10, need one for home so I don’t freeze my arse off when attending the ladies room).

#japan trip report #japan #japan travel

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ourwhimsicalfriendship · 7 years

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Brain Dump: Talking about my Grandma

There’s this thrift shop nearby my house. It sells literally everything from bicycles, household electronic, clothes, analog camera, LP, like everything down to a spoon and hairpin. What I love the most about the store is the old aroma it gives off. It smells like something from my grandma’s closet. The mix of the smell coming from old papers that turning yellow, clothes that haven't been worn for quite some time, aged leather, that kind of stuff. Something about it feels strangely familiar and nostalgic. It reminds me of my childhood summer holiday (not that I came from a four season country- it’s more like the end of school year holiday which happened to be on July-August). I used to spend the holiday at my grandma’s place. Honestly, it just a normal house at the heart of another city- fourteen hours drives from the city where I used to live. I wish it’s a house in the rural area where there’s rice field or tea tree and river- you know, like something I read on a kid’s story book. But it’s not. My grandma didn’t plant stuff for a living nor did she baked stuff. She was actually a very busy woman- being a traditional fabric merchant. I remember walking her to a bus stop nearby with my brother and cousin, waving our hands enthusiastically as the bus went further, screaming on the top of our lung to remind her not to forget to bring back snacks and cakes for us.

She would come back home in the afternoon and cook for us. Honestly, my grandma’s cooking didn’t really match my taste. Perhaps because my grandma (who is my father’s mom) and my mom have different style of cooking. My mom is more on the natural side so that her cooking always taste neat and rather bland as she uses light seasoning. My grandma’s cooking is completely the opposite. But I’d always say that I like my grandma’s food very much regardless. Anyway, she would put me on her lap as she feeds me on a bench outside the house. That was the fondest memory I have of her. As I grew older, I also grew apart from her. I am the worst granddaughter someone could possibly have, you see (also the worst daughter, sister, friend, lover, you named it- I am not good with people in general, as I already confessed before). Not that I hate her or scream at her or took her money or anything, it’s just that we see things differently and it’s hard to talk to her. I know that generation gap is a thing but she is a very stubborn woman you know (now I know where I got that from). My grandma has twenty-six grandchildren, yes you read it right, twenty-six. I think I ranked the twenty-sixth in the terms of spending a time to just talk to her. In my honest opinion, I think both of us are two very difficult and twisted women.

My grandma is sick right now, she hardly recognizes her own children, let alone grandchildren. The first thing she asked when I met her for the last few years was always “who are you?”. She mostly spends her time on the bed, sleeping. It’s hard for her to do things by herself, even just to sit. It’s just a painful thing to see. That is one of the moments when I think to myself “Ah, I wish I am a warm person who can show affection easily.” For that, I am forever apologetic towards my grandma. I truly care for her. She is the only grandparent I have left for the last seventeen years of my life. And lately, I understand her more and more and realize how alike we both are, in the terms of the way we think. Only my grandma is an exceptionally strong woman, while I am just simply a weakling.

I came here today to brag about my glorious purchase from the thrift shop but I ended up talking about my grandma. I am someone who lost focus just like that. See?

Anyway, there’s a book that I’ve been dying to read but I’m just too broke to buy it but then just like a pleasant fate (it is indeed a pleasant fate), the book showed up on the most visible stack in that store. It wasn’t there the last time I went there (and it was only a few days ago!). It’s in a really good condition and ridiculously cheap. I also found another book I’ve been looking for a long time, a wildflower encyclopedia for the same ridiculously cheap price. I am freaking happy despite the fact that it’s not in English and I don’t understand a word. Well, at least it’s mostly filled with pictures.

I don’t really have someone to talk to (I don’t really have someone I’d want to talk to, to be more precise and honest- not even Lion Cub) and my mind is buzzing with random stuff so I just rant here. Sorry- not sorry, that’s what Tumblr is for right?

#ranting #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #thoughts #grandma

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years

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May 8 Dancitron Movie Night - Captain America: Civil War

Swoop kept griping about every part that wasn’t action.

Prowl spent most of the movie shamelessly flirting with Tarantulas. He made about a half dozen stupid and potentially dangerous mistakes—i.e., the exact same thing that happens every time he shamelessly flirts with Tarantulas. And then he sat around next to Soundwave after the movie feeling like a moron.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm *Soundwave has once again got everything in order ahead of time. Chairs, snacks, everything. He'll do as before and catch some movement before the others come.* medicalmurdersaurus 8:20 pm :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *And he's still again the second before Swoop pops in. It's hard to surprise a telepath. To his couch he'll go, and to Swoop will go Laserbeak.* medicalmurdersaurus 8:21 pm ((Literally HOW could any telepath - let alone Soundwave - miss a Dinobot approaching?)) Bird, bird hi! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm {{Hiiiiiiiii Swoop!}} ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm {{You burn bot lately, eh? Eh? Neheh.}} medicalmurdersaurus 8:25 pm Noooo. Just training. Practice. Me Swoop want to get good at crossbow. medicalmurdersaurus 8:27 pm Me want to learn how to make bombs too! Like Wheeljack :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm {{Your Wheeljack make bomb too?}} (oh lord i walked away for three minutes and this song is super inappropriate lmfao) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm {{Ooo, oo, look. It smelly Wrecker. You ask, maybe him teach.}} agooddistraction 8:30 pm What I'm not smelly, I got squeaky clean. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm {{Him Swoop want making bomb like you.}} medicalmurdersaurus 8:30 pm Wheeljack make LOTS of thing! Not just Dinobots :> What smelly Wrecker? agooddistraction 8:31 pm I can show ya, but will I get in trouble? Whirl 8:31 pm *trots on in, peers at the gathered crowd, and heads, of course, to the bar* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm *Ravage will stay waiting under a table until Whirl is at the bar, at which point he'll leap at Whirl's pedes from behind with a mock-snarl* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm [[Teach him if you want. Do not use actual materials here in the club.]] medicalmurdersaurus 8:34 pm What Wrecker? Whirl 8:34 pm *congrats, Ravage, that oblique angle, combined with the cover from the table, managed to actually surprise Whirl; he actually makes a prodigious sideways leap, like a startled bird* medicalmurdersaurus 8:34 pm keheHEHEHEH!! Him jump agooddistraction 8:35 pm How am I gonna teach without materials? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[You have words. Use them.]] agooddistraction 8:35 pm I'm more of a hands-on kinda mech Whirl 8:35 pm You little shit. *more amused than annoyed* Bevel 8:35 pm *gonna just shuffle in like y'do* medicalmurdersaurus 8:36 pm Bird, what Wrecker mean? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *Ravage sits down and looks up at Whirl, tail flicking this way and that while he laughs.* =Usual?= [[Then perhaps you could schedule a meeting.]] {{Wrecker mean... him Wreck scrap.}} agooddistraction 8:37 pm Sure. medicalmurdersaurus 8:37 pm Oh Ok Whirl 8:37 pm You know it. I picked up something different for you, this time. *procures, with a flourish, a narrow black container from his subspace* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm *Ravage leaps up on the bar and turns to sniff at the container. Maybe reach for it with a bopping test paw.* Whirl 8:38 pm *looks over and, of coruse, butts into the conversation that doesn't involve him* Wreckers are a group of elite warriors in the Autobots. The toughest and the meanest, though not necessarily in that order. medicalmurdersaurus 8:38 pm KEH! That not true! DINOBOTS toughest and meanest! Whirl 8:39 pm Maybe where you're from. *returns his attention to Ravage, letting this continue, with amusement, for a few more moments before e pops it open* *inside is a set of somewhat strong-smelling energon treats arrayed neatly in a line, with small side compartments of various thin, metal fillings and wafers, and a pair of steel chopsticks* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm ((last few minutes before start warning, grab what y'all need)) Whirl 8:40 pm I don't figure you'll need those-- *points to the sticks* And I've never had this, but Drift really seems to like it. ((o7)) medicalmurdersaurus 8:40 pm *if he was older, he'd flip Whirl off, for now he's just going to blow raspberries* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *Weird crinkle nosed open mouth sniff. Mmmm.* Whirl 8:41 pm *swivels his helm around and makes a near-perfect imitation of that raspberry right back* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm =Deposit here. = Paw pat on bar. =I will make drinks.= agooddistraction 8:41 pm I want somethin' strong ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Disappears off the back to the tune of things clinking and bubbling. He roars to Wheeljack from out of sight:* =Payment!= Whirl 8:42 pm *sets the energon sushi down* Hopefully it's not gross or something. Obviously, I wouldn't know. medicalmurdersaurus 8:42 pm *RASPBERRIES* agooddistraction 8:43 pm Can I pay by givin' Mom a lap dance? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm =Smells good.= [[No. No you may not.]] Bevel 8:44 pm *looks to see if Zori is around somewhere* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Zori is the HUGE scorpion sprawled on his own seat.* Bevel 8:45 pm *that is probably why she doesn't recognize him, he wasn't that big before* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm ((ALL RIGHT usual warning moment: y'all know this is a superhero movie so violence and death and shaky cams be the norm here. and a thing of some red flashing lights at one point. if there is anything else i have completely forgot it in the mess of 80s music but i don't think so.)) *Zori is now the huge scorpion rushing to hug Bevel hello.* FakeProwl 8:48 pm *appears* Bevel 8:48 pm ((Uh, brain washing, torture, drowning, etc?) medicalmurdersaurus 8:48 pm In 1991..... Me Swoop ..... 7 years FakeProwl 8:48 pm *just in time, apparently* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm ((ah yes thank ye)) agooddistraction 8:48 pm How much for a cybercat screw? Whirl 8:48 pm *as soon as he has his cube, he's gonna trot off, stake out a table for himself* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *Drink up to Whirl.* Whirl 8:48 pm *yessss* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm =Not interested.= agooddistraction 8:49 pm No, the drink ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm *Soundwave taps the spot next to himself with a servo and sends a greeting ping.* Bevel 8:49 pm *yay friend, hope he still likes hugs* Hi, Zori medicalmurdersaurus 8:49 pm KEHEH that car sucks at fighting FakeProwl 8:49 pm *greeting ping back. sits with.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm =What do you have.= FakeProwl 8:50 pm *there's a new guest here tonight. curious sideways glance at.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm #hello!! #you are back #you are back!! #you are very big #did Jazz make you big too agooddistraction 8:51 pm I've got a lotta rocks ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm =Bring to me.= Bevel 8:51 pm I am! He did not. I just got big by myself. Are you going to be big forever? FakeProwl 8:51 pm *somebody zori knows, apparently.* @Soundwave «Who's the new visiter?» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm #no! #no #D: #I do not want to be big #it is horrible medicalmurdersaurus 8:51 pm Oh him have bird too ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm {{It like me!}} Whirl 8:52 pm Huh. I didn't know you were in this movie, Laserbeak. medicalmurdersaurus 8:52 pm You Bird better :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Proud string of chirps* Bevel 8:53 pm *pats Zori sympathetically then* Then I hope you find a way to be small again. medicalmurdersaurus 8:53 pm What them shooting? Waste shots on walls 😕 ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm @Prowl: (txt): Designation: Bevel. Primespawn. Temporarily missing. Rediscovery: recent. agooddistraction 8:53 pm *Wheeljack clunks down a few rocks* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm {{Bird lot better, yes, yes. Big. Not red... wanting red too.}} Bevel 8:54 pm They miscounted people. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Ravage sniffs the rocks. Hmm.* FakeProwl 8:54 pm @Soundwave «...Hm. The mercenary who builds automatons?» medicalmurdersaurus 8:54 pm Wanting red? Whirl 8:54 pm You'd look good in red. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm //Hey, that human's got a punchin' arm!// {{Bird look good in EVERYTHING. ... Want red.}} @P: (txt): Correct. medicalmurdersaurus 8:55 pm You be red then!! :> Whirl 8:55 pm That'd be my second paint choice. ...damn, that was a slick move, with the cycle. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm *Paw swipe. Rocks collected. One cybercat screw DRINK coming up.* //Ouch.// Whirl 8:56 pm She took out a whole buncha dudes, ad I didn't see her use fancy tech OR a special power. Nice. medicalmurdersaurus 8:56 pm KAHA! OW! agooddistraction 8:56 pm *excited grin* medicalmurdersaurus 8:56 pm Him bad at falling ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Drink on the bar. There ya go.* Whirl 8:57 pm Ha! Rumble's in this movie, too! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm @Prowl: (txt): How Bevel known? agooddistraction 8:57 pm Thanks *swipe* medicalmurdersaurus 8:57 pm Him get shoot in wings a lot too ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm \\SHE'S GOOD.\\ Whirl 8:58 pm She's great. medicalmurdersaurus 8:58 pm Redwing 😮 medicalmurdersaurus 9:00 pm KA! Loser. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm //Ah, frag.// Tarantulas 9:00 pm *tarantulas scrambling into room at PRECISELY the worst time* What - what did I miss? medicalmurdersaurus 9:00 pm BIRD Not bird Other bird Redwing Her Bird better bird Whirl 9:01 pm Yeah. Tough luck. I've only ever seen a few of this--I just wanna confirm, the redhead doesn't have any powers, right? She's just pure, distilled, badass? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm //Ya missed a whole buncha fightin' humans stoppin' some fraggers stealin' viruses.// \\YEAH, SHE'S JUS'. REGULAR.\\ Whirl 9:01 pm Nice. *he'll spare Tarantulas a greeting head bob before he takes a slow sip of his drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Soundwave pings Tarantulas hello.* medicalmurdersaurus 9:02 pm keheehee Bevel 9:02 pm Ha, BARF ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *The twins snicker.* [[...Fascinating.]] Tarantulas 9:04 pm *pings soundwave in return, makes a beeline for them/mostly for prowl ofc* *oh and a belated headnod for whirl, there you go* agooddistraction 9:05 pm *already at the bottom of his cube* Whirl 9:05 pm What is with these people, and breaking eggs. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm *Can confirm the correlation.* FakeProwl 9:05 pm @Soundwave «Random multiversal comm. I put Bevel down as a potential resource.» Tarantulas 9:05 pm *e-eggs. oh boy* Whirl 9:05 pm (9SHIT I FORGOT)) ((HAHAHA)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm @Prowl: (txt): Worse resources known. medicalmurdersaurus 9:06 pm *chews on his fingers during all this slow stuff* *too many feels, not enough explosions* Bevel 9:07 pm *content to just absorb the happenings in the room and watch the movie* medicalmurdersaurus 9:07 pm *is there a rug? if so, prepare to have holes picked in it, soundwave* FakeProwl 9:07 pm *oh it's tarantulas hey tarantulas hi tarantulas hey hi hey there hello tarantulas hi* *... calm nod* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *There's just a floor. And if you pick holes in that he's going to be annoyed.* medicalmurdersaurus 9:08 pm ((prowl LITERALLY that is how swoop greeted bird lmao)) ((do we have something in common)) FakeProwl 9:08 pm ((apparently)) medicalmurdersaurus 9:09 pm *in the absence of cloth to tear, swoop's going to pull out his datapad and gnaw on the cover Wheeljack mistakenly hoped would protect it* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Soundwave glances at Swoop and cringes slightly.* Tarantulas 9:09 pm Prowl~ *sprawls just in front of him, leaning back on his legs and stuff* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm \\HOW 'BOUT "WRECKERS"?\\ *Frenzy snickers.* FakeProwl 9:09 pm Hello. Whirl 9:09 pm Nah. This is too organized. We never had boardrooms THIS slick. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm \\OURS HAD ULTRA MAGNUS LEADIN' 'EM. I'M JUS' SAYIN'.\\ Whirl 9:10 pm Ech, yeah... those poor guys. *shakes his head slowly, scooting back and propping his feet up on the table* Big M was sorta behind-the-scenes, but the leash was long. FakeProwl 9:11 pm ... Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't all these tragedies being displayed showing deaths and disasters caused by OTHER PEOPLE that the Avengers were trying to STOP? Whirl 9:11 pm From what I remember, yeah. That robot guy lifted that city in the air, not them. medicalmurdersaurus 9:11 pm This boring. When fighting? Bevel 9:11 pm It was aliens in New York. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm {{Soooon. You patient.}} FakeProwl 9:12 pm Not that I'm going to argue against oversight and transparency in a peacekeeping organization, but they are blaming the people trying to stop the disasters for the disasters someone else is causing. medicalmurdersaurus 9:12 pm Me never patient keheheh Whirl 9:12 pm If these guys had done NOTHING, things woud've been WORSE. They wouldn't BE THERE to whine about collateral damage. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm. Prowl and Whirl agreeing again?* Whirl 9:12 pm *the stars must be aligning* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm *Nudges Tarantulas ever so gently with a pede. It has been a while.* agooddistraction 9:13 pm Scrapp ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm //...He's bathin' the guy?// medicalmurdersaurus 9:13 pm why him upside down? Tarantulas 9:14 pm *is nudged! soundwave gets a little rush of happy thoughts about prowl before tarantulas realizes he's oversharing via telepathy* FakeProwl 9:14 pm *... caaarefully slides one leg along Tarantulas's side. tire rub.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm //Pride's worth a lotta dyin'.// Tarantulas 9:15 pm *he's totally ignoring the movie. AH. tire rub. good. purr. that leg's getting tangled in four other legs* Whirl 9:15 pm Agreed. *another long sip* FakeProwl 9:15 pm *VERY good* medicalmurdersaurus 9:15 pm what upside down guy doing? 😕 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm \\DYIN'. I THINK.\\ Bevel 9:15 pm Drowning. medicalmurdersaurus 9:15 pm Why? Do sit up Done ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm *Soundwave sends Tarantulas a small amused ping. He heard all that.* Tarantulas 9:17 pm *embarrassment, before tarantulas petulantly pushes soundwave's pede away* M-mind your own business. Whirl 9:17 pm He would've been dead ANYWAY. Ugh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Quiet huff-tremble.* Whirl 9:17 pm A robo was lifting an ENTIRE CITY i the air. medicalmurdersaurus 9:17 pm This boring, Bird. Even dying guy boring. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[They could operate more efficiently. They are rather... messy, sometimes.]] Whirl 9:18 pm Messy is better than not at all. medicalmurdersaurus 9:18 pm Messy BETTER keheh Tarantulas 9:18 pm They're humans, they're young. You can't expect them to do much better, hyeh, at least not yet FakeProwl 9:19 pm Vision offered an actual reason why they MIGHT potentially deserve blame for the disasters other people are causing. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[Of course. He didn't say 'not at all'. He simply commented on their efficiency.]] Whirl 9:19 pm If they let themselves get bogged down in red tape, then there's a good chance they'll end up kept from intervening a lot. FakeProwl 9:19 pm All that aside, though—it doesn't fully matter whether they deserve "blame." Blame is irrelevant to this issue. Oversight IS a good idea. Tarantulas 9:21 pm Blame decides where and how much weight is placed when the oversight comes into play, though FakeProwl 9:21 pm True. IDEALLY, blame should be irrelevant. medicalmurdersaurus 9:21 pm Talk boring. Fastforward to FIGHTS! :V FakeProwl 9:22 pm They do need oversight BUT at the same time it's still stupid to blame them for someone else's crimes. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[There will be plenty of fights, Swoop. Exercise the patience your brethren lack.]] medicalmurdersaurus 9:22 pm 😛 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[Can they not change their leader?]] FakeProwl 9:22 pm Talks interesting. Fast forward past the fights. Tarantulas 9:22 pm Oh please, let Swoop have his fun FakeProwl 9:23 pm *dryly* Not if he's going to publicly argue against MY fun. Whirl 9:23 pm I guess we'll have to see how tight the UN wants to make the leash--that makes all the difference in situations like this. The "oversight" might not be so bad. Magnus didn't interfere with us enough to bog us down. But it MIGHT be horrible. FakeProwl 9:23 pm Oh, it's a movie. Of course it's going to be horrible. There wouldn't be a plot if it wasn't. Tarantulas 9:23 pm You don't have to listen to him, Prowl, because we all know Soundwave isn't about to fastforward over /anything/, shhh medicalmurdersaurus 9:23 pm Prowl not fun at all ever 😛 Whirl 9:24 pm *snorts* Point. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[Of course he isn't fast forwarding.]] FakeProwl 9:24 pm I know he's not going to. That doesn't mean I can't state what part of the movie I find interesting. Whirl 9:25 pm Pfft. medicalmurdersaurus 9:25 pm :V ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm //Well, they ain't signin' nothin' now.// medicalmurdersaurus 9:25 pm :> FakeProwl 9:25 pm I don't hear you criticizing Swoop for making the exact same sort of statement I did. Whirl 9:25 pm Nope! FakeProwl 9:25 pm *critically nudges Tarantulas's side* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Zori pats Bevel. Is she okay?* Tarantulas 9:26 pm That's because personally I would prefer the fight scenes, because none of the chatter makes any sense to me, hyeheh medicalmurdersaurus 9:26 pm That bad mask keheh Whirl 9:26 pm I wonder how long it's gonna take before people blame THIS on the superhero team. medicalmurdersaurus 9:27 pm It show whole face Bevel 9:27 pm *barely remembers her dead father and certainly wasn't there when it happened* *pets Zori* This is a good movie. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm *Bird cackles.* {{Then it not masking.}} medicalmurdersaurus 9:27 pm *laughs cause Bird is laughing* FakeProwl 9:27 pm Oh, so you have no issue with the fact that I was, supposedly, infringing upon Swoop's fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm *Ravage's helm pops up. Cat gods?* FakeProwl 9:27 pm You just didn't want me to express my opinion because you disagreed with it. Whirl 9:28 pm Nice. Tarantulas 9:28 pm /Teasing/, Prowl ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm *Soundwave, in the meantime, glances at Prowl and Tarantulas. Is this going to be an argument? Should he allow them somewhere else to be?* Whirl 9:28 pm If he's secretly some kinda badass, I wanna see these two FIGHT. Tarantulas 9:28 pm *quieter* Quite honestly it's because Swoop is a /child/ and should be humored FakeProwl 9:28 pm *nudge nudge* Well, you've nothing to worry about, Tarantulas. I heard someone say a minute ago claim that we all know Soundwave isn't about to fast forward over anything Tarantulas 9:29 pm *one of the spider legs tugs a cable* FakeProwl 9:29 pm *skeptical look at Swoop. "child"? """child"""?* Tarantulas 9:30 pm *child, newspark, newbuild, same thing* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm *Muller? So he's impersonating someone. Who are they?* FakeProwl 9:30 pm *"child/newspark/newbuild"? him?* medicalmurdersaurus 9:31 pm *goes back to trying to eat his datapad* *death to homework* Tarantulas 9:31 pm *SEE* FakeProwl 9:31 pm *all prowl sees is a full adult who likes chewing* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *You leave Ravage out of this.* medicalmurdersaurus 9:31 pm ((LOL)) Tarantulas 9:31 pm *if he were an adult he would direct his chewing somewhere less damaging* FakeProwl 9:32 pm *what if he likes chewing datapads* Bevel 9:32 pm ((yes send german soldiers after the wwii vets good idea)) ((so much sarcasm)) Tarantulas 9:33 pm *actual whisper @prowl, do you have any idea how old swoop is* FakeProwl 9:33 pm *shrug. no.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm //...It ain't a punchin' thing like that other guy, but I like that arm.// Tarantulas 9:33 pm *LESS THAN A CENTURY* FakeProwl 9:34 pm *is he older than two weeks?* Tarantulas 9:34 pm *he's not an MTO for goodness sakes* medicalmurdersaurus 9:34 pm oooooo Whirl 9:34 pm Yeah, it's pretty neat. FakeProwl 9:34 pm *is he older than two weeks.* Bevel 9:34 pm I think punching humans heads into walls is really lethal. medicalmurdersaurus 9:35 pm maybe bad wall ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Ravage creeps closer to the crowd. Ooh?* Whirl 9:35 pm ...Ravage! medicalmurdersaurus 9:35 pm It Ravage Whirl 9:35 pm You're in the movie TOO. medicalmurdersaurus 9:35 pm Sorta keh Whirl 9:35 pm So we've got Laserbeak, Ravage, and Rumble... when're we gonna see Frenzy? medicalmurdersaurus 9:35 pm WHOO ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm \\AIN'T NOBODY CAN IMITATE ME.\\ medicalmurdersaurus 9:36 pm Me Swoop want to kick helicopter Whirl 9:36 pm Ravage, movie-you's got some moves. Tarantulas 9:36 pm It'd be a reverent homage, Frenzy medicalmurdersaurus 9:36 pm Keheh maybe next time Blades train ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm =Decent... for a biped.= Whirl 9:36 pm Well, make sure you kick a DIFFERENT one. Cos if it's me, I'll kick back. And trust me, you don't want that. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm {{Yes, him got big kick legs. See, see.}} medicalmurdersaurus 9:37 pm More fun if kick back keheh FakeProwl 9:37 pm *because if he's older than two weeks, then he's old enough to cope with the fact that, one, people might have opinions that differ from his, and two, neither his opinions nor any opposing opinions will influence how the movie progresses* Whirl 9:37 pm *leans back, lifting one leg off the table and raising it in the air like some kind of huge armored ballerina* Observe. medicalmurdersaurus 9:37 pm 😃 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm //I GOTTA remember me that trick.// Bevel 9:37 pm *cool move with the bike* Whirl 9:37 pm The stunts in this movie are CHOICE. medicalmurdersaurus 9:38 pm OH that hurt! Keheheh! Getting caught by neck sucks kehh Tarantulas 9:38 pm *...humor him because swoop is emotionally immature and it won't hurt you to let it go because YOU'RE the more mature bot, aren't you, hyeh* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm #D: #MECH? Bevel 9:39 pm War Machine. Whirl 9:39 pm Looks a little like 'em, doesn't it? *shudders* FakeProwl 9:39 pm *Prowl let it go after his very first comment. Tarantulas made it a thing.* Whirl 9:39 pm Ha! He WAS a secret badass! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm =Of course. Cat.= #war? #no #bad Whirl 9:39 pm Heheheh. Man. He and the redhead gotta fight. Can you imagine? Tarantulas 9:40 pm *ssssshhhh tarantulas is going to distract prowl with more leg pets and things* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm *Ravage tips his helm in the twins' direction. Yes. He can.* Bevel 9:40 pm Sometimes he is called Iron Patriot. FakeProwl 9:40 pm *Why so determined to protect Swoop when Swoop demonstrated no distress?* Whirl 9:40 pm *snickers again. His leg is still straight up in the air. He seems comfortable despite the broken-looking angle* FakeProwl 9:41 pm *....... slllowly hooks leg around Tarantulas's waist and leaves his foot in Tarantulas's lap* medicalmurdersaurus 9:41 pm *pokes Whirl's toe with his wingtip* Whirl 9:41 pm *pokes back* medicalmurdersaurus 9:41 pm :V ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm *Glance. Imitating Whirl, are we?* Tarantulas 9:42 pm *oop, that foot and wheel are tarantulas' now* FakeProwl 9:42 pm *tarantulas can keep them* Whirl 9:42 pm *you've become The Footstool, Prowl* Tarantulas 9:43 pm *nah man tara is the footstool, and hell if he minds* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm =Him. I like him.= Whirl 9:43 pm *whops that's what I mean* Yeah, he's great. FakeProwl 9:43 pm *prowl is The Footstooler* medicalmurdersaurus 9:43 pm *is thankfully distracted from the adults being gross right now* Him in a box Them steal wings??? agooddistraction 9:45 pm Uhoh Hey meow mix FakeProwl 9:45 pm *slowly starts sliding other foot up along tarantulas's other side* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm =What.= agooddistraction 9:46 pm Can I get a refill? Tarantulas 9:46 pm *oop. that foot's his now too. this is great* FakeProwl 9:46 pm *that was a little faster than prowl was expecting, but okay* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *Fiiiine. The cat human isn't on screen. Ravage will pick up the cube and go serve another round.* agooddistraction 9:47 pm Yeeehaw FakeProwl 9:47 pm *good. then he's got both legs around tarantulas's waist now.* Tarantulas 9:47 pm *and tarantulas is playing with prowl's wheels. all is good in the world* agooddistraction 9:48 pm Meeeowhaw ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm *Is reminded somewhat of the house arrest.* Whirl 9:49 pm *at last, lowers his leg slowly* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *...And his mood dips just a touch.* Windchill 9:49 pm (( What the heck this. )) Whirl 9:49 pm ((Civil War)) Windchill 9:49 pm ((I'm just lurking ooc don't mind me. )) FakeProwl 9:49 pm ... What objection does he have to her being kept temporarily incarcerated? What does he think is going to happen to her if they DON'T keep her locked up in a nice apartment? Windchill 9:50 pm (( Oh well heck u know I...haven't seen it actually. )) FakeProwl 9:50 pm She's going to either get deported or locked up in prison instead. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm [[Or murdered.]] medicalmurdersaurus 9:50 pm Bird, this confusing movie. When it get to fighting part? FakeProwl 9:50 pm No, it's not nice that she's locked up. Big whoop. It's the best possible option. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm {{It always got fighting part, everywhere.}} *Ohhh. Okay. So that's who the Zemo is being.* medicalmurdersaurus 9:51 pm *raspberries and grins* OOO This better :> Tarantulas 9:51 pm ?????/ medicalmurdersaurus 9:51 pm Him get out of box now and them fight everyone ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm [[She was not informed she was being kept locked up.]] Whirl 9:52 pm What's his story, anyway? Metal-arm? FakeProwl 9:52 pm *ugh, brainwashing* Bevel 9:53 pm Bad guys brainwashed him into an assassin. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm //Useta be the shield human's buddy, yeah?// FakeProwl 9:53 pm *... what if Prowl has a trigger like that? He might. he's got no way to know. such things exist.* *rubs neck* Whirl 9:53 pm *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Ping.* medicalmurdersaurus 9:53 pm 😃 😃 😃 😃 😃 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm *Hand offer? Needed?* FakeProwl 9:54 pm @Soundwave «I know, I know.» medicalmurdersaurus 9:54 pm Cap bad at falling. Him land bad every time. Him practice more. agooddistraction 9:54 pm I'm real good at fallin FakeProwl 9:55 pm *mumbles* He can't be that bad. He always reaches the ground. Bevel 9:55 pm Alive. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm *Huff* FakeProwl 9:55 pm *... yeah. he'll take that hand.* Whirl 9:55 pm I'm the best at landing. *sticks his leg STRAIGHT DAM UP again to demonstrate* Built for it. medicalmurdersaurus 9:56 pm KEHHEHEH Whirl 9:56 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm *Squeezes it tight and edges closer. No threats here.* Whirl 9:56 pm If my life had subtitles, that's what it'd say every morning. medicalmurdersaurus 9:56 pm You write on wall Whirl 9:56 pm Helicopter Powering Up. medicalmurdersaurus 9:57 pm KA!! Helicopter dead Whirl 9:57 pm It was never alive. medicalmurdersaurus 9:57 pm Not anymore agooddistraction 9:57 pm That's not a nice way to talk about Airachnid medicalmurdersaurus 9:57 pm Who Airachnid? Windchill 9:57 pm (( when u realize it looks a lot better if you select HD. )) Whirl 9:58 pm I'd never. Airachnid's cool. FakeProwl 9:58 pm ((*... switches to hd*)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm @Prowl: (txt): Time removed needed? Excuse created if necessary. FakeProwl 9:58 pm ((i never noticed that was an option)) Tarantulas 9:58 pm (( oh my god i never, yeah Whirl 9:58 pm ((omg....)) agooddistraction 9:58 pm She's hot but FakeProwl 9:58 pm @Soundwave «I'm fine.» Windchill 9:58 pm (( I knew it but always forget to switch for a few minutes. )) medicalmurdersaurus 9:58 pm Hot? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm ((...i have never noticed that.)) Bevel 9:59 pm ((Oh hey it's a movie and not a pixel mess)) Windchill 9:59 pm (( Ur welcome. )) (( I am glad my voicing my stupidity proves helpful. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm *Small nod. If it gets to that point, all he has to do is say so. For now, if allowed, he'll tap the hand to his mask.* FakeProwl 10:00 pm *permitted* agooddistraction 10:00 pm (groaning continues) that's mine ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[It would be.]] Whirl 10:01 pm *lowers his leg again and curls up over his drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *Rumble nudges Whirl. Looks like tonight's movie's hitting a bunch of buttons around the room.* medicalmurdersaurus 10:01 pm KAHA! That guy dumb. Him all padding agooddistraction 10:01 pm Fragging love cybercat screws I could go for a third Whirl 10:02 pm *blinks and glances over, and nudges back; he's mostly fine. Nothing inhaling the sweet hellfire scent of his drink won't fix* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm \\PUT ALLA THEM TOGETHER'N MAYBE THEY CAN BE ME.\\ Tarantulas 10:02 pm *nevermind tara, he's unaware of all the tension and still petting at prowl's legs* FakeProwl 10:03 pm *casually tightens legs* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm =More pay or nothing.= Whirl 10:04 pm ((omg)) ((that was a great soft intro)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm //...I don't remember this kid.// Whirl 10:04 pm Me either. medicalmurdersaurus 10:05 pm ((Is Tony banging Aunt May?)) FakeProwl 10:05 pm (("it's hard to believe she's someone's aunt" are they lampshading the fact that they didn't actually cast her at the right age)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm ((yes)) *Soundwave leans forward and looks at the computer. That IS old.* agooddistraction 10:06 pm why would she be an ant ? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm ((because he's a spider. bugs must run in the family)) Whirl 10:06 pm ((she's a lot younger than aunt may but definitely old enough to be his aunt)) agooddistraction 10:06 pm Like a fire ant? Tarantulas 10:06 pm *SPIDER!! now tarantulas is paying attention* Whirl 10:06 pm ((Peter is adorable tho)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm \\MAYBE SHE GOT FIRE ANT POWERS.\\ agooddistraction 10:07 pm I love fire ants FakeProwl 10:08 pm *hey, same reason prowl wants a visor. one of them anyway.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *It's a good reason to want one.* agooddistraction 10:09 pm Noodles ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm //What kinda logic's that?// Bevel 10:09 pm Good guy kind. FakeProwl 10:09 pm *... a logic Prowl follows perfectly.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm //They was gonna happen anyway. You jus' get to pick if ya wanna help.// medicalmurdersaurus 10:09 pm Homework sucks Tarantulas 10:09 pm *stutters briefly. he was about to say that logic was the FAULTY kind* Whirl 10:09 pm *snickers* He's the hopelessly altruistic type. Poor fella's probably gonna get himself killed. ...reminds me of someone I know. FakeProwl 10:10 pm *mumbles* Where did this character come from, though? Was he necessary? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm @Prowl: (txt) Perhaps purpose discovered later. agooddistraction 10:11 pm Oh scrap ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm //Oh hey, he phase shifts.// Tarantulas 10:11 pm *if prowl's asking about spidey, it's because every movie needs a spider* Whirl 10:11 pm Yeah, not bad. FakeProwl 10:11 pm Perhaps. medicalmurdersaurus 10:12 pm :V agooddistraction 10:12 pm Same medicalmurdersaurus 10:12 pm Dead FakeProwl 10:12 pm *poor vision* Bevel 10:12 pm :| Whirl 10:12 pm Well. She better hope he didn't survive that. Because if it was ME, I'd kill her. FakeProwl 10:12 pm I think it's self evident that Vision is not like you. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm [[He likes her.]] agooddistraction 10:13 pm If that was me Whirl 10:13 pm Yeah. I don't cook. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm [[Vision does, that is.]] [[He doubts she will be killed. Heavily restrained, perhaps.]] medicalmurdersaurus 10:13 pm 😕 Windchill 10:13 pm (( Wtf. (( agooddistraction 10:13 pm Wait who's this Whirl 10:13 pm Well, she obviously doesn't like HIM. FakeProwl 10:14 pm You can't conclude that. It's only fair to conclude that she wants to do this to a greater degree than she likes him. medicalmurdersaurus 10:14 pm It blue bumblebee ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm //Heeeeey! The ant guy!// agooddistraction 10:14 pm Ant guy?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm //Yeah! You - ya missed his movie.// Whirl 10:15 pm *waves a claw* Semantics. I think you're well within your rights to bash someone's face in if they psychically launch you deep into the crust of a planet. I must've missed it, too. Tarantulas 10:15 pm T-tic tac hyeheh Whirl 10:15 pm ((i need to see ant man)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm //He got all kinda ant pals 'n scrap.// FakeProwl 10:15 pm I think Vision doesn't think that. Whirl 10:16 pm Then, he's dumb. FakeProwl 10:16 pm Opinion. Whirl 10:16 pm *shrugs* Yeah, and...? FakeProwl 10:16 pm No "and." agooddistraction 10:17 pm Heeey Windchill 10:17 pm (( THE FICKING EYES. )) ((WHAT WAS THAT. )) Whirl 10:17 pm *rolls his optic and takes a pull of his drink* medicalmurdersaurus 10:17 pm Meh meh meh FIGHT Tarantulas 10:18 pm Mass-shifting?? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[She is doing what she thinks is right. Connections are secondary.]] FakeProwl 10:18 pm All of them—MOST of them are doing what they think is right. Whirl 10:19 pm Tarantulas. You're in the movie TOO. Everyone is in this movie! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[And we are not arguing about what -they- have chosen to do. Yet.]] FakeProwl 10:19 pm *SNORTS* Tarantulas 10:19 pm Hyehheh agooddistraction 10:20 pm heyy leave the cars alone medicalmurdersaurus 10:20 pm KAH it rain cars ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm *Primus, what he would do for telekinesis.* FakeProwl 10:20 pm *sorry. spider-man fanboying over the tech on the people he's trying to fight. prowl's pretty sure that would be tarantulas in a fight.* Tarantulas 10:20 pm *ABSOLUTELY. he's loving this kiddo* medicalmurdersaurus 10:21 pm Bird get him keheheh agooddistraction 10:21 pm Hahaha ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Laserbeak rattles her wing plating in delight* Whirl 10:21 pm Okay, so, who is this shapeshifting guy. agooddistraction 10:21 pm Hoooo Whirl 10:21 pm *taps the underside of his helm* agooddistraction 10:21 pm Noodles Hey ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[What.]] Whirl 10:21 pm Or, size-shifting. FakeProwl 10:22 pm *slides out of Soundwave's grip.* Bevel 10:22 pm Bad decision. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *Looks down at his hand, curious, but lets go.* agooddistraction 10:22 pm Let me show ya my moves sometime FakeProwl 10:22 pm *leans forward and wraps arms over tarantulas's shoulders* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *...Oh.* Whirl 10:23 pm Man, if I was a super-villain, I'd be eating this up. Tarantulas 10:23 pm *hmmm? pleased curious noise* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm [[He's seen your moves. His were superior.]] Tarantulas 10:23 pm *briefly distracted by spider* FakeProwl 10:24 pm *chin on Tarantulas's head* agooddistraction 10:24 pm Gimme another chance Tarantulas 10:24 pm Prowl...? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm *Should probably. Give them some room.* FakeProwl 10:24 pm Hm? Whirl 10:24 pm That little guy's got some guts. PFFT. Tarantulas 10:25 pm *huh, wow, was prowl just...being sweet???* Mmm, nothing ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[No. He doesn't feel like wasting his time.]] agooddistraction 10:26 pm Oh kiss my aft, if I'm such a waste of time why the frag did you bug my ship? Why do you keep callin' me? Whirl 10:26 pm This tiny guy has his own movie, right? Tarantulas 10:26 pm *science!!!!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm //Yeah he does.// medicalmurdersaurus 10:26 pm :V Whirl 10:26 pm I need to see it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm [[HE HASN'T CALLED YOU.]] Bevel 10:26 pm Awesome agooddistraction 10:27 pm YEAH YOU DID medicalmurdersaurus 10:27 pm Him BIG KAHAH FakeProwl 10:27 pm *at this point basically all prowl would have to do is slide off the couch and he'd be giving himself a piggyback ride on tarantulas* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm [[And he bugged your ship to keep track of your movements and your timeline. Bugs are what he does.]] medicalmurdersaurus 10:27 pm Bird hit in FACE ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm *And yeah, Soundwave's going to scoot away from them. There's sitting with a friend and there's intruding.* Whirl 10:28 pm Ha! Does the black cat guy have one, too? Because, I gotta see that one, as well. FakeProwl 10:28 pm *reaches over to pat soundwave's knee. sympathy for frustration over wheeljack. you've got a loud psychic voice, there.* agooddistraction 10:29 pm I get that, I'm not stupid, but why're you still messing with us? Aft ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *...Did he break his word???* FakeProwl 10:30 pm *you're good, soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[He isn't messing with you. He has left you and Bumblebee alone. If he -was- messing with you, you wouldn't think to suspect him. Desist.]] agooddistraction 10:30 pm Whatever Quit callin me ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[He's not-- fine. Good.]] FakeProwl 10:30 pm *back to wrapping himself all over tarantulas* agooddistraction 10:31 pm *grumpy drinking* Whirl 10:31 pm Ohh, are they gonna fight now? *clicks claws eagerly* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[There.]] *Flicks his servo at the screen.* [[As he said. She will not be killed.]] Whirl 10:31 pm More fool him, then. Tarantulas 10:32 pm *little happy rumbles. there's spiders and mass shifting and science and he's got prowl wrapped all around him* FakeProwl 10:32 pm If "mutual apologies" is the new definition for "fighting" now. Whirl 10:32 pm I was talking about the black cat guy and the redhead. FakeProwl 10:32 pm *oh. nice rumbles.* agooddistraction 10:32 pm Oh frag medicalmurdersaurus 10:32 pm Him really REALLY bad at falling keheh Dead Oh Not dead HIM dead Tarantulas 10:34 pm Hyeh, thank you for clarifying that for us, Swoop medicalmurdersaurus 10:34 pm No problem Windchill 10:35 pm (( His cape looks like a repurposed shower curtain from Bed Bath & Beyond. )) agooddistraction 10:35 pm ((read vision to filth)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm *Flight itch.* medicalmurdersaurus 10:37 pm Cold ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[Ugh.]] Whirl 10:37 pm *something about the scene sparked a reminder in the back of Whirl's head* @Soundwave: Oh, yeah, by the way--I'll call you in a few days about the Debris stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *Wheeljack, an irritating inability to pick the side he likes better, snow - would anything else like to disgust him right now.* Whirl 10:38 pm @Soundwave: Prowl's cuddle-bug satisfied his ed of the deal. *end FakeProwl 10:38 pm *slides helm down to murmur in Tarantulas's audial* So. Vision's trick. Walking through things. agooddistraction 10:38 pm *slumping in his seat with an empty cube* medicalmurdersaurus 10:38 pm Dead Tarantulas 10:38 pm Mmm? medicalmurdersaurus 10:38 pm In box! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm @Whirl: (txt): Acknowledged. medicalmurdersaurus 10:38 pm :V Nemesis? Oh No Not Nemesis Tarantulas 10:39 pm *leans helm back into prowl* What of it? medicalmurdersaurus 10:39 pm What wrong with Her??? On screen ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm [[They've bound her to prevent her using her abilities.]] *Four things.* medicalmurdersaurus 10:40 pm Bound means locked up? FakeProwl 10:40 pm Soundwave's universe has a devise like that. Called a phase shifter. Only one, never been replicated. Legend has it it was built by some prehistoric inventor Prime. No one else has copied it. Cardinal 10:40 pm Hello! ((How do I change my bunbun icon?)) Tarantulas 10:40 pm The one Smokescreen has, you mean? Hyeheh. FakeProwl 10:40 pm *whispers* How long do you think it would take you? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm ((can he hear this murmuring? i mean that's a stupid question because it's SW in his bugged to hell house but. i should ask anyway)) FakeProwl 10:41 pm ((let's say yes. prowl is 100% failing at being subtle right now.)) Whirl 10:41 pm *takes a long, slow pull* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *And the whispered question he can hear makes five. That was supposed to be the reward for -their- game, the one Prowl proposed, not a project for-- never mind. * Tarantulas 10:42 pm Depends on if I could get my paws on it. Smokescreen DID offer for me to try it at some point. Do you have a particular use in mind? FakeProwl 10:43 pm No. Just curiosity. medicalmurdersaurus 10:43 pm Cat Whirl 10:43 pm Black cat guy doesn't mess around. I want to see HIS movie. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *Soundwave pulls two datapads out of his subspace with his feelers and pulls up the maps of Metroplex. Cameras and microphones won't plot their own installation points.* FakeProwl 10:44 pm *prowl is maybe, slightly, a little bit not thinking straight at the moment. otherwise that disrespect might have occurred to him* Tarantulas 10:44 pm *floofs his fur a little for fun* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm *Yes, well. Soundwave doesn't exactly know how Prowl is thinking. A kept promise.* FakeProwl 10:45 pm *as it is, Vision's ability was the first thing he saw in the movie for which he thought "i wonder if tarantulas could make that?" and didn't then immediately think "oh wait, he already DID make it."* Bevel 10:45 pm *pets Zori some more* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm *Zori chirps and gives the patting hand a gentle pinch back* FakeProwl 10:45 pm *"i wonder if he can make spiderman's w—? he already made spiderman's web. what about mass shifti—? he already did that."* medicalmurdersaurus 10:45 pm Him have star on shoulder agooddistraction 10:46 pm Can I smoke in here or is Noodles gonna lay an egg if I even think about it? medicalmurdersaurus 10:46 pm Smoke? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[He doesn't care. Keep the smoke away from him.]] Whirl 10:46 pm Don't take a cigar if he offers you one, Big Bird. medicalmurdersaurus 10:46 pm What cigar? Whirl 10:46 pm *suspicious look at Wheeljack* He's got all kinds of stuff in em. FakeProwl 10:46 pm If I had an immediate /need/ for it, there's another I could potentially borrow. ... Or claim for keeps, but I'd rather not /permanently/ take it out of its current owner's hands. agooddistraction 10:47 pm They're good ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm [[And his name is -SOUNDWAVE.-]] medicalmurdersaurus 10:47 pm What IS agooddistraction 10:47 pm No, your name is Mommy Noodles Tarantulas 10:47 pm Oh, really? And whose might that be? *curiosity piqued* agooddistraction 10:47 pm *lights up* FakeProwl 10:47 pm I don't think that's a detail I'm at liberty to share. medicalmurdersaurus 10:47 pm ??? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *Murder is against the rules. Murder is against the rules. Murder is against the rules. And it will finish that timeline's Unicron's facet's victory.* agooddistraction 10:48 pm Where's dad? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm [[He'll answer you when you stop acting like a glitched scraplet.]] agooddistraction 10:49 pm I'm YOUR glitched scraplet Don't forget it Right? Tarantulas 10:50 pm *pouts, but quiets* medicalmurdersaurus 10:50 pm *is WAY more interested in a potential fight here than the movie's drama* agooddistraction 10:50 pm My aft is yours ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm [[He would rather inject one straight into his fuel lines.]] [[And the Captain should have told him.]] Whirl 10:50 pm *looks to Soundwave* Did you keep your receipt? *dryly* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm *And now he doesn't like either side. Operating without having their hands tied by governments with agendas was ideal, and so was protecting the metal-armed human, but an efficient team relies on the appropriate sharing of knowledge.* Tarantulas 10:52 pm @P: I'd say I'd work on one for you, but... I'd say we're quite busy at the moment, hyeh *he's secretly going to work on it anyway* agooddistraction 10:52 pm *blows smoke* Tarantulas 10:52 pm (( that was speaking btw, just doing that notation for clarity Whirl 10:53 pm *shrugs; apparently not. Returns to his drink* Black cat guy's still bouncing around in there. Maybe HE'LL catch the bad guy, since these fellas can't be arsed. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm *Soundwave doesn't want to even entertain the idea that he would have ever thought to buy Wheeljack, even if it were for free.* medicalmurdersaurus 10:54 pm KAHA FakeProwl 10:54 pm Oh no, by all means, don't work on it now. Or at all. It's very low on the priority list. medicalmurdersaurus 10:54 pm Shot Him arm off Awesome Whirl 10:54 pm *click click* Yessss ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm =Good.= Whirl 10:54 pm Revenge! agooddistraction 10:55 pm Whirl, Soundwave's a thief FakeProwl 10:55 pm All I'm wondering about is your estimate, for how long it would take you. agooddistraction 10:55 pm Multiversal burglar ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm [[Silence.]] agooddistraction 10:55 pm No Whirl 10:55 pm And you give people cigars laced with god-knows-what. Right now Soundwave's winning. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Ravage is pleased with this human's hunting abilities. The real prey, caught.* medicalmurdersaurus 10:55 pm Bird, what is cigar?? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm {{It smoke treat.}} {{Nasty.}} medicalmurdersaurus 10:56 pm Smoke treat??? agooddistraction 10:56 pm Frag that, he steals a whole bot but passin' around drugs is worse? medicalmurdersaurus 10:56 pm What that mean ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm {{It stick. Them burn, it smoke, them breathe.}} medicalmurdersaurus 10:57 pm Dinobots breathe lot of smoke Tarantulas 10:57 pm Estimate... *hums* Whirl 10:57 pm Well, so far, YOU haven't saved my life, so he's still winning in my ledger ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm [[He -rescued you-, you ingrate.]] agooddistraction 10:57 pm You stole me ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm [[Then go back. Go to your mud and your Decepticons and tell them to kill you. And tell Bumblebee you're doing it.]] medicalmurdersaurus 10:58 pm Him stab in SPARK 😮 agooddistraction 10:58 pm Eat scrap ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm [[That is what he thought.]] agooddistraction 10:58 pm Glitch medicalmurdersaurus 10:59 pm Oh still a little spark ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm {{It not real spark. It battery thing.}} Tarantulas 10:59 pm No more than a year, and that's... well. I /hate/ giving timelines, you /know/ that medicalmurdersaurus 10:59 pm Battery? Whirl 10:59 pm Oh. It's worse than death. Black cat guy... that's brutal. I can't help but approve *toasts the screen to the character whose name he never bothered to learn* FakeProwl 11:01 pm *murmurs* Only a year? *tarantulas gets a nuzzle* Tarantulas 11:02 pm *happy noise. agh. this is. wow.* Whirl 11:02 pm ((MY MAN)) Windchill 11:02 pm (( That's what friends do, that right there. )) Whirl 11:02 pm ((agreed)) medicalmurdersaurus 11:03 pm Dead Tarantulas 11:03 pm *wait that was people in cells and stuff?? prisons. hahh. tarantulas is just gonna ignore that and focus on prowl* Whirl 11:03 pm *i feel u Tarantulas* Tarantulas 11:04 pm *as if there weren't prisons in the WHOLE FCKIN MOVIE* Whirl 11:04 pm *there's a reason Whirl called that guy's fate worse than death* FakeProwl 11:04 pm *no prisons. only nuzzle.* Whirl 11:04 pm I feel like I needed... a bit more context for that, but still surprisingly enjoyable. Tarantulas 11:04 pm *nuzzle in return, leans back into* Whirl 11:05 pm So, we need to watch... *counts off on his claw* Shrinking Guy's movie, and Black Cat guy's movie. FakeProwl 11:05 pm not Spider Guy's movie? Whirl 11:05 pm Hm. *splits his claw so he can keep counting on his deedley-boppers* Ad maybe Spider Kid's movie. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm \\I WANT MOVIES WITH THAT RED FUR LADY.\\ Tarantulas 11:05 pm You'd have to specify WHICH spider movie, PRowl Bevel 11:05 pm *hope Zori doesn't mind being hauled into a hug, this is a lot harder than it was when they were both much smaller geez* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm *He does not mind.* agooddistraction 11:06 pm *glaring at Soundwave* Whirl 11:06 pm *counts on another deedley* Her too, if she's got one. FakeProwl 11:06 pm There's multiple and you already know what they are? Tarantulas 11:07 pm Yyyyyyes, possibly FakeProwl 11:07 pm *snort. why isn't Prowl surprised.* medicalmurdersaurus 11:07 pm That movie have too much talking and no dinosaurs Whirl 11:07 pm May I request,,,, hmm. Let me think. Rainbow in the Dark? medicalmurdersaurus 11:08 pm JURASSIC PARK Whirl 11:08 pm Been a long time since I heard any Dio. FakeProwl 11:08 pm Dio's good. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Knows that song. Is deeply suspicious of Whirl's choice. Will play it anyway.* Tarantulas 11:09 pm Dio? Whirl 11:09 pm This guy. *there is no ulterior motive, and Soundwave should be able to tell* *....what would be the significance of this song* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm *...........Very well.* Tarantulas 11:11 pm *crap, tarantulas wants to suggest something but he can't think of anything not awful* agooddistraction 11:11 pm *flops onto back* Whirl 11:11 pm *finishes off his drink; good booze, a good movie, and good music. It is loud enough to drown out the soft thrumming his engine's making* FakeProwl 11:12 pm *all right. that's enough draping over tarantulas and flirting. gonna sit up again and lean back on— Soundwave moved out of range. well. will just sit up, then.* Tarantulas 11:12 pm Nnnoooo, come back ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *Prowl can always move into range.* Tarantulas 11:12 pm *spider arms reaching for* FakeProwl 11:12 pm *not with his legs around Tarantulas's waist. Tarantulas is bigger than him, Prowl can't drag him over.* Bevel 11:13 pm *tempted to ask for something but thinks it might be a little on the nose of a request* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *Ask anyway.* FakeProwl 11:13 pm But I'd— *too late, he's been snagged by the arms. back on top of tarantulas, apparently.* agooddistraction 11:13 pm Hey Prowl FakeProwl 11:14 pm No. agooddistraction 11:14 pm You don't even know what I was gonna say FakeProwl 11:14 pm Let's keep it that way. Bevel 11:14 pm *...her thoughts are open book because lol mental shielding as if, so if Soundwave wants to play Iron Maiden's the Mercenary, he's welcome to do so* agooddistraction 11:14 pm PROWL Did ya know I'm Soundwave's oldest son? FakeProwl 11:15 pm *props elbow on Tarantulas's shoulder and his chin in his hand and looks over at Soundwave* Why don't you simply ban him from coming? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[He's trying to remember.]] FakeProwl 11:15 pm *which is what he was GOING to ask Soundwave, before Tarantulas dragged him back down* If you can't remember, I suggest changing your policy. agooddistraction 11:16 pm Doesn't have it in his spark to ban his favorite kid Tarantulas 11:16 pm *nope, prowl stays here, he can do his talking here* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm [[He's already working on another change. He will concern himself with this fool's fate another time.]] Tarantulas 11:17 pm ...Do you mean to speak of Smokescreen? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm [[No. He doesn't.]] Tarantulas 11:17 pm Hm. Whirl 11:17 pm An anthem for the times. *he would toast the screen but his glass is now empty* FakeProwl 11:17 pm It's got nothing to do with his /fate./ Just don't let him show up at movie nights. It's a policy that takes thirty seconds to decide on and a single space bridge to implement. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:17 pm *Rumble picks up an invisible glass to toast with Whirl's empty one* Bevel 11:17 pm *would toast in Whirl's place but never got a drink* agooddistraction 11:18 pm Shut up, Prowl medicalmurdersaurus 11:18 pm Bird. Me Swoop want to go drop stuff off places :> ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm {{Bird go with.}} medicalmurdersaurus 11:18 pm AWESOME Whirl 11:18 pm *his optic curves into a smile and he completes the motion; thank you, Rumble* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm [[There is more than his personal convenience at play.]] FakeProwl 11:19 pm There's no reason you should have to tolerate someone who consistently and constantly annoys and harasses you in your own home and business. This is your home. medicalmurdersaurus 11:19 pm *is there an option to jump out a window? cause if there is, he's doing that. Otherwise, the boring door it is!* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *Out the boring doors. They're the only thing that aren't solid wall in this building, other than the roof hatch.* medicalmurdersaurus 11:20 pm *fweee!* ((night!)) Tarantulas 11:20 pm (( night!! FakeProwl 11:20 pm ((night~)) Bevel 11:20 pm ((night)) Whirl 11:20 pm ((night!)) Windchill 11:20 pm (( o7 )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:23 pm @Prowl: (txt): Wheeljack: resentful. Price disliked. Unimportant. Irritation: small. Will pay in time. FakeProwl 11:25 pm @Soundwave «Why should you have to tolerate his presence at your movie nights between now and then? He'll owe you a debt whether you let him come to your movies or not.» agooddistraction 11:26 pm *laughing at the ceiling* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *Considers pointing out that Prowl tolerated Tarantulas' presence despite abuse after abuse. For anyone else, he would be that petty. For Prowl... no. Not even as annoyed as he is right now.* FakeProwl 11:28 pm *would have retorted by pointing out that soundwave advised against him doing that, too, so why would he endure it himself? ... yknow. after he finished being offended.* Tarantulas 11:29 pm *petting the side of prowl's helm. so long as no one's yelling he's happy* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm [[Wheeljack. The movie is over. Go.]] agooddistraction 11:30 pm Let me finish my smoke ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm [[Finish it outdoors.]] agooddistraction 11:30 pm No Whirl 11:30 pm *leans back in his chair, lifts his legs off the table, and streeetches. Balancing precariously* Ravage, you got any requests for next time? I could stea--swipe-- ...GET you probably whatever you want. agooddistraction 11:30 pm Why? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm *Soundwave flicks his arm. Bridge open.* agooddistraction 11:32 pm *jklasdhjkas* Glitch ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *Slowly 'walks' it toward him.* [[Now. Or find out where this goes.]] agooddistraction 11:32 pm Why me? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm [[Because Prowl has a point.]] agooddistraction 11:33 pm Ugh FakeProwl 11:34 pm *Prowl's obnoxious comms from Wheeljack are going to shoot through the roof and it's probably going to start tonight. He just knows it.* *it's a punishment he's willing to endure.* agooddistraction 11:35 pm Whatever *puts out cygar* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm *If Wheeljack put that out on any of his property...* agooddistraction 11:36 pm You want someone quiet maybe don't "rescue" a Wrecker next time, glitch See ya ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm *Soundwave knows rubbing his mask is going to give off hints that he's probably got a face beneath it. He doesn't care. His optics hurt.* Bevel 11:38 pm I have met Wreckers that are quiet. FakeProwl 11:38 pm ... You didn't solicit his constant interruptions and harassment for daring to rescue him. Saving his life was not implied consent for being on the receiving end of obnoxiousness. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm //They dead at the time?// Whirl 11:39 pm Snrk. FakeProwl 11:39 pm I'm sure you know that, but... *but he felt like it needed to be said out loud.* Bevel 11:39 pm *laughs into hand* No. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm [[He should have searched for someone else.]] Whirl 11:39 pm I did too, but it takes all types. Sometimes you need the quiet homicidal type to get those suicide missions done. And some mecha clammed up after going through the wringer a few times. *shrugs* Bevel 11:40 pm *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm *Wants to be thankful for the reassurance. Still angry about the phase shifter thing. Thinks.* FakeProwl 11:41 pm *~oblivious~* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm @Prowl: (txt): Personal conversation wanted when able. However, support... appreciated. Tarantulas 11:42 pm *also oblivious, and suddenly distracted by a ping from his main console* FakeProwl 11:42 pm @Soundwave «I can stay after the movie for a bit longer.» Tarantulas 11:42 pm ....../Scrap/ FakeProwl 11:42 pm ... What? Whirl 11:42 pm *hops up; he will take that as yet another no* Anyway, I'm out, mecha. I've had about as much of the after-movie show as I can stomach. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm //Don't blame ya.// *Rumble lifts up a fist for bopping.* //Horror night, mech?// Whirl 11:43 pm You know it. *retracts his deedlies and claw-bumps him* Tarantulas 11:43 pm I forgot - trial sixteen ended ten minutes ago, I can't - Rrgh. I'll - *starts disentangling* FakeProwl 11:44 pm *sits up and immediately releases Tarantulas from his legs* Is something going to explode? Or melt, or cast off toxic fumes, et cetera. Tarantulas 11:45 pm /No/, no, it's fine, err. Mostly. But it might waste resources and precious time. I'll be in touch Whirl 11:46 pm ((YOU CAN'T PLAY MEAT LOAF WHEN I'M GETTIN READY TO LEAVE...)) FakeProwl 11:46 pm Go salvage your trial. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm ((but it was right there...)) Tarantulas 11:46 pm *suddenly pouty, dangit* Whirl 11:47 pm ((i mus stay)) Tarantulas 11:47 pm Until then? *getting up, lots of accidental touching* Whirl 11:47 pm Let me know if you think of anything, Ravage. FakeProwl 11:47 pm Until then. *whoops he's accidentally touching tarantulas back* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm ((wait what was ravage requesting?)) ((did i miss something)) Bevel 11:48 pm *gonna hang out with Zori as long as Zori and Soundwave allow it* Tarantulas 11:48 pm *nuzzle on the top of his helm, nibbles his chevron, then he's gone* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:48 pm *Soundwave will send Bevel permission to go upstairs and hang out with Zori in the lounge.* FakeProwl 11:48 pm *~bliss~* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:48 pm *The door to the second floor clicks.* Whirl 11:49 pm ((Whirl asked if ravage had any requests for things to be brought) Bevel 11:49 pm *yay permisson* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:49 pm ((OH! then i will think things up by wednesday. sorry!!!)) Whirl 11:49 pm ((UR FINE)) Tarantulas 11:49 pm (( night peeps ItsyBitsySpyers 11:49 pm ((night)) Whirl 11:49 pm ((night!)) Bevel 11:49 pm ((night Whirl 11:49 pm *and, claw-bump delivered, Whirl's gonna trot on out* FakeProwl 11:51 pm *... scoots a little closer to soundwave. but soundwave scooted /away/ for some reason, won't close that gap himself.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *He's not intruding on anything now, and he would rather keep what contact he can while he still can, in case he ruins things somehow. So, yes, he will close the gap.* FakeProwl 11:53 pm *good. leans on.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm *Vents. This isn't - he hasn't had many things to be angry about with partners since he started trying to walk the right lines. So... bluntness it is.* FakeProwl 11:56 pm *~still oblivious~* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm (txt): Phase shifter -Soundwave's- reward offer. Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm (txt): Share permission never given. Offer walkaround. Again. FakeProwl 12:00 am *............ is beginning to get the impression he might have messed something up* ... Uh. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am *Patiently waits for a more complete sentence, or an indication that he needs to explain himself more.* FakeProwl 12:03 am ... I've made a mistake somehow. You're upset? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *Nod.* FakeProwl 12:03 am What, precisely, is the thing you're upset over. *please don't be more upset because Prowl had to ask.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:06 am *Actually, if anything, he's just a smidge relieved to know it probably wasn't done on purpose. At least, he thinks Prowl wouldn't act oblivious if he wasn't. That'd be lying to him. Wouldn't it?* FakeProwl 12:06 am *if it helps, prowl definitely has his Nervous face on right now.* *admittedly his nervous face looks like almost all his other faces* *kinda :| and all* *but with a little more 8| to it* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am (txt): Prowl agreed future security game: ours. If Soundwave: defeated, reward: phase shifter. Offer intention -not- Tarantulas idea transfer, Tarantulas invention request, game promise escape. Potential access commentary not wanted. Prowl possession: intended secret. (txt): Spoiled. Game circumvented. This, like bridge. FakeProwl 12:10 am I... oh. No, no, no no, I'm not trying to circumvent the game. I—scrap. I WANT to play the game. If Tarantulas walked up to me tomorrow with a phase shifter he'd stayed up all night to make, I'd still want to play. That's—the appeal is the game, not the reward. I don't—I mean, yes, I DO want access to a phase shifter, but—if that was ALL I wanted, I wouldn't have asked to get it through a game that there's a very high chance I'm not going to win. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:14 am (txt): Irrelevant. If won, phase shifter: hidden emergency use, trust token. Now Tarantulas knowledge possessed. Will make, expect. Expected if -not- made. Prowl stated access available. FakeProwl 12:14 am ... Ah. *Prowl hadn't said HOW he had access, or WHO would give him access—but that, that wasn't relevant, was it?* ... Yes, that's a... a very... valid...... criticism. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am *Prowl doesn't exactly know a lot of Uniend mecha, let alone those who would give him such a token.* FakeProwl 12:17 am *give Prowl a moment while he rubs his optics. And mutters a curse into his hands.* FakeProwl 12:18 am Stupid. Stupid and thoughtless. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:19 am (txt): -Negative.- Prowl not stupid. *The speed with which that bolded message comes back could outrace Blurr.* FakeProwl 12:20 am My action was. This is undeniable. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:21 am *Still doesn't like applying that to Prowl. That's a word he reserves for Smokescreen and such.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am (txt): Careless, dangerous, hurtful. [][][]Stupid[][][] refused. FakeProwl 12:24 am I have reduced both of our safety and removed one of our backup defense measures. Because I felt like—like—like /flirting/, by asking him how long it would take him to make a device I don't actually want him to make, and I settled on the very first piece of technology I saw in the movie that he hadn't ALREADY invented. Insisting that's not "stupid" is mincing words and more than I deserve. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:25 am *Rough vent. He's not going to win that one. And everything before 'insisting' is true.* FakeProwl 12:26 am *lacking basic intelligence and failing to use it has the same end result* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:31 am (txt): Prowl told Tarantulas interest: dangerous. Interest itself understood. Tarantulas feelings known. Prowl's guessed. If Tarantulas not hurtful, affection accepted. *A feeler flicks while he tries to gather the second half of that thought.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:33 am (txt): However, Prowl not... Prowl, Soundwave: similar. Cannot abandon -all- care. Unsafe. *An insufficient reply. It flicks harder. He hates being trapped by these sometimes.* FakeProwl 12:33 am *buries face in hand. mumble mumble* know it's dangerous, this is the exact sort of moronic... *groan* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am *No no no. No face burying.* *Will take wrists and put them on his instead.* FakeProwl 12:35 am *... is he covering soundwave's face now* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:35 am *Yeah, but he's fine with that.* FakeProwl 12:35 am *... this doesn't help as much as covering his own face, but okay* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:37 am *They're on a face and it's reducing one physical chance of getting stuck in a mental rut. It will do.* FakeProwl 12:38 am ... I'm sorry. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:38 am *Nods.* (txt): Prowl safety wanted. ... Abandonment, status: convenient use not wanted. Worry. Concern. *Okay, so maybe he's the one hiding in them now. Shh.* FakeProwl 12:40 am ... Whose abandonment? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:41 am (txt): Own. Not inventor. Cannot surpass, if other offers circumvented. *And, of course, the useless are, well... useless.* FakeProwl 12:43 am ... I won't... I'm not going to abandon you. FakeProwl 12:44 am I—don't... I don't value you as a convenient resource. FakeProwl 12:46 am That doesn't mean... I... *okay. look at your lap and power through this, Prowl.* That's not to—to downplay your—usefulness. You ARE useful. I don't want you to feel that you are not. But you possess worth to me independent from your usefulness. ... Did that come out right? That came out wrong. I said that wrong. Didn't I. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:48 am *Curls grip around Prowl's wrists tighter.* (txt): Negative. FakeProwl 12:48 am *is that an angry grip curl* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:48 am *No. No, it's not.* FakeProwl 12:49 am *it totally is isn't it* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:50 am *Lowers the hands, but only for a second. He knows Prowl might freak out about feelers, so instead he twists to set one leg up on the couch and pulls.* *C'mere.* FakeProwl 12:50 am *comes?* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:52 am *Good. Gonna just. Rest his forehead on the closest portion of the avatar's frame. Maybe form an open-ended ring with his arms.* (txt): Grateful. FakeProwl 12:53 am ... Oh. ... *wraps arms around Soundwave's waist* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:54 am *Long, slow, quiet vent.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:55 am (txt): ...Will still play, if game wanted. Different reward, perhaps. Uncertain. FakeProwl 12:56 am ... I haven't ruined it? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:56 am *He's got to figure out whether or not it's too risky to keep the phase shifter promise now first.* *Small shake of helm against avatar.* (txt): Challenge wanted. Prowl time wanted. FakeProwl 12:57 am *... lays helm on soundwave's shoulder* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:59 am *Maybe a little bit of an extra glow, now that things feel... safer? Cleared up, at least.* FakeProwl 12:59 am *no glow here. metaphorical or otherwise. just feels... stupid.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:01 am *He'll rub his cheek fins against the helm on his shoulder. None of that.* (txt): Prowl said... *Where is the voice clip.* FakeProwl 1:01 am *not even Simple Man can help. ... although admittedly it isn't hurting.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:05 am [][][]I’m not going to punish you.[][][] Found it. (txt): Error. Own made, forgiven. Progress, learning. Improvements. FakeProwl 1:07 am Not being punished doesn't undo the fact that I was— Well, you know what I was. *Soundwave doesn't want to hear the word "stupid."* Nor does it undo the consequences. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:09 am (txt): Cannot change. *Not entirely true. He could rip the conversation out of Tarantulas' helm. Like hell is he suggesting that though.* (txt): Will compensate. Adjusting damaged plans, our talents. *A combination of concerned and humor tags. He's not entirely sure that one will go over well.* FakeProwl 1:12 am *doesn't understand the humor. they ARE going to have to compensate and make adjustments.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:12 am *Ah well. It was just a little pick at all of their combined former comrades anyway.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:15 am *Soundwave cautiously taps Prowl on the back.* FakeProwl 1:16 am *shifts head* Hm? ItsyBitsySpyers 1:19 am (txt): ...This, comfortable? Hold adjustment unnecessary? *He doesn't. Really know if Prowl would rather face this way or the other way or what.* FakeProwl 1:20 am ... This is good. *holds a little tighter* You? ItsyBitsySpyers 1:21 am *Thinks, puffs a little, and tips his helm toward the speakers.* *Will settle in and, granted he's permitted, pet said back to the tune. Nice and calming, or so he'd hope.* FakeProwl 1:22 am *listens for a moment; then huffs in amusement. all right. he'll linger in soundwave's arms* *slightly amazed he's still receiving romantic music tonight. would have thought he'd at least be banned from them for a couple of weeks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:25 am *Well, he's not about to go on a spree of them - the night was a bit rough and that might be... overwhelming. For both of them.* *But he doesn't suddenly hate Prowl either. One is good.* FakeProwl 1:26 am *one is more than he expected. that PLUS cuddles? now Prowl's thinking either Soundwave's standards are very low, or he's just suppressing whatever absolutely justified grievances he's got at Prowl right now. neither is good.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:29 am *The contact is helpful for him as well, and he expressed his grievances. They were addressed. He can't do anything else but plan around them. He's tired and isn't going to start that until the morning.* *But Prowl is welcome to comment, if he is concerned.* FakeProwl 1:29 am *but he always thinks that Soundwave is quietly giving him slack on things Prowl shouldn't be getting away with.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:31 am *It's a night for airing things. Care to share?* FakeProwl 1:32 am *not really. if that IS what Soundwave is doing—and it probably is—then pointing out that he's noticed it will just make Soundwave double down on hiding it.* *besides, Soundwave already knows Prowl feels like Soundwave does too much for him.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:34 am *Then wouldn't it be the right thing to tell him that might be another one?* *He can't examine what he's too close to see himself maybe doing, depending on what these things Prowl shouldn't be getting away with are.* FakeProwl 1:36 am *a part of Prowl is sure that the more he points out Soundwave is doing it, the more Soundwave will resent Prowl for pointing out that he's doing it* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:38 am *That part needs a swift kick in the butt from the part that says if Soundwave has a strange habit of trying to please, then he will -want- to know he's doing something wrong so he can fix it.* *Or try to, anyway. Some habits are difficult to reshape.* FakeProwl 1:40 am *maybe next time prowl will have the nerve to say something. not this time. he's already made enough mistakes tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:42 am *Very well. Then until Prowl is ready to go home, Soundwave will just content himself with slowly drifting toward (but never quite letting himself reach) a doze with an armful of Prowl. Maybe internally focus on the whole non-abandonment and value beyond usefulness thing.* FakeProwl 2:00 am *... how long is he going to be allowed to get away with sitting here* *because now he's comfortable. but he's kind of worried Soundwave is staying only for Prowl's benefit.* *tentatively* If... you have something else you need to do—I don't want to keep you. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:03 am *Stretches the leg that's still touching ground a little, straightening the knee out all the way and then back in.* FakeProwl 2:05 am *..................... watches* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:06 am *Huffs. Of course. But, reluctantly.* (txt): Recharge needed. Should acquire. This, also liked. Would combine. ... Can't. Yet. FakeProwl 2:07 am ... I have no problem with sitting here while you recharge. Or sitting somewhere else. Whichever. *prowl knows he doesn't deserve it right now. but if soundwave WANTS it...* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:12 am (txt): Negative, not... This, paranoia remnant. Wanted, much; processor disallowing. Common difficulty. Long contact, good, comfortable, helpful. Recharge: vulnerable state. Soundwave not... not able yet. Regretted. Soon. Time, idea adjustment needed. FakeProwl 2:13 am I see. That's fine. Understandable. *he'd thought it might have been the holomatter issue.* Then I won't keep you awake. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:14 am *That doesn't help. Prowl can, currently, move around undetected. Maybe not a problem in the future, but...* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:15 am *Well, it's not always easy going from All Autobots Suck to This One Autobot I Really Like. As much as he'd wish it was.* (txt): Understanding appreciated. FakeProwl 2:16 am *no, no, obviously it ISN'T the holomatter issue. he'd ORIGINALLY thought it might be that because Soundwave would assume he wouldn't want to stay if he couldn't sleep too; but, obviously, that wasn't the problem* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:17 am *There are two different Holomatter Issues here.* FakeProwl 2:17 am *clearly* I won't keep you up, then. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:18 am *Nods. Headbump?* FakeProwl 2:19 am *headbump* *... considers apologizing again. decides it wouldn't make any difference.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:20 am *Low hum. Good... good. And no, not really. Once is fine. The rest is just anxiety talking.* (txt): Goodnight. *Gonna get comfortable right where he is. Too tired to go upstairs.* FakeProwl 2:21 am *more importantly, it wouldn't make a difference.* I'll see you later. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:23 am (txt): Agreed. *And yes, he sleeps on his front if he's alone. As soon as Prowl flickers out, so will he. So to speak.* FakeProwl 2:24 am *flickers and disappears*

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