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shikai-the-storyteller · 5 years

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Back from being out of town SO: Cyberverse Season 2 episode 7, 8 and 9 watch!

SO MANY EPISODES CAME OUT WHILE I WAS OUT OF TOWN, THAT WAS SO CRUEL!!!!

Cyberverse 7!

MACCADAM!!!! OMG OMG HES FINALLY BACK

OH NO ITS THE MEGAOP BREAKUP SCENE

oh nevermind, it’s just breakup scene #513214

I wonder what Megatron asked Optimus to do :O

Optimus: I just cant seem to make progress on these peace talks Maccadam: That sucks. Aren’t my drinks AWESOME? Optimus: yeah....

Aw Maccadam has such a cute smile. It’s really nice to see someone giving Optimus advice, usually he’s the designated dad of the group. Glad he has some support in this continuity!

OHOHO THEY’RE GONNA WORK TOGETHER TO BRING DOWN STARSCREAM

Man I frickin love it when Megatron and Optimus are forced to work together against a “greater evil”

Also: I love that Optimus is still so full of hope for that “one success” even though he’s failed so many times. Good characterization

I really love the animation style in Cyberverse. Also that Opening is STILL incredible, I can’t get enough of that (but oh Starscream, buddy, yellow is not your color)

Starscream, petting a Scraplet: Don’t you recognize her? This was the great Solus Prime! Slipstream: Can I PLEASE go home Starscream: Wait I’m not finished showing you my bug collection

“This is the noble Megatronus!” hrGHHH WHY DOES THAT MAKE MY HEART ACHE

The Seekers have only one brain cell and clearly Slipstream is the only one in possession of it

Soundwave: Together? That’s ridi— Megatron: *raises an arm to silence him* Me: HOW DARE YOU SHUSH MY BOY

The way Megatron says “let us discuss” while leaning forward makes me cautiously suspicious, but also I wonder if Megatron is as anxious to come to an agreement with Optimus as Optimus is with him, in his own way...

Shadow Striker’s surveillance got blocked by Prowl’s massive chest lmaooooo

Shadow Striker has such a good voice, I KNOW I MENTION THE VA’s IN EVERY LIVEBLOG BUT MAN!!! CYBERVERSE HAS SUCH GREAT VOICE ACTORS

It’s so tragic that Bumblebee and Rodimus are utterly indifferent to the peace talks because they happen so frequently and always fall through :( yet again, good way of showing without getting into too much detail. I admire the way cyberverse tells their stories

OMG SOUNDWAVE AND WINDBLADE ARE ABOUT TO GO AT IT

Grimlock: quit staring at me Shockwave: illogical Grimlock: I’LL SHOW YOU ILLOGICAL GUYS PLS lmao that cracks me up, they sound like CHILDREN

Lmao @ Megatron yelling at them all, “LEAVE ME ALONE IM TRYING TO TALK TO MY EX”

tfw you’re trying to make up with your ex but your disaster children have absolutely zero chill

OH GOOD SLIPSTREAM IMMEDIATELY WENT TO THE MOST COMPETENT DECEPTICON

“Must we?” SOUNDWAVE C'MON MAN

HE HAS A GUN ON THE BOTTOM OF HIS FOOT IN SUCH A WEIRD SPOT LMAO

SHE SHOT HIM AND I CANT EVEN BE THAT MAD, SOUNDWAVE YOU’RE BEING A BUTT

“The biggest mistake I made was underestimating Starscream” story of Megatron’s life in every series

OMG….SHADOW STRIKER AND PROWL ARE HANGING OUT…THAT’S UNEXPECTEDLY ADORABLE

wHEELJACK AND SHOCKWAVE HANGING OUT WITH THE SHOCKLETS IM SHRIEKING WITH JOY THATS!! SO!!! CUTE!!!!

Shockwave’s little expression before it cuts back to Megatron and Optimus :’)

*whispers* and they were LAB partners!

Megatron: We should have talked like this ages ago, Prime Optimus: So much history between us… *meaningful shot of them sitting on either end of a very long table* Megatron: …and yet, so little trust Me, wheezing in agony

“Most roads on Cybertron are one way” FRICKIN

MEGATRON YOU DORK. I have no idea if he was being serious or being metaphorical but either way I laughed even while my heart ached

WINDBLADE ITS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SLIPSTREAM

Slipstream: Who’s the second most competent person I know. Slipstream: Well, it’s definitely not gonna be a Decepticon

SLIPSTREAM NO!!!!! WTF

Wheeljack: Well, it was fun while it lasted! Shockwave: No it wasn’t Snorts

MAN THIS IS KILLING ME, FATE REALLY NEVER CUTS MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS A BREAK HUH???

AGAIN, TFW YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE UP WITH YOUR EX BUT YOUR KIDS HAVE ZERO CHILL

OK BUT THEY’RE NOT GONNA LEAVE SLIPSTREAM LIKE THAT ARE THEY???? Jeez louise. I mean I know she’s not dead dead, my guess is she’s going to manipulate the All Spark from within later on to screw up Starscream’s plans, there’s no way they’d write her out like this.

EPISODE 8

Kitty cat no!!!

“They’re not here anymore!” Thank you captain obvious lmao. I love him. I bet Cheetor would get along well with Teletraan

“I know you told me not to interrupt anymore but—” lmao

OH NO A DISTRESS CALL FROM MEGATRON??? A last desperate attempt to warn Prime against a great danger??? Suspicious yet sweet

“Sounds extra forboding!” Teletran you’re such a DORK

Ohhh I really do love the way they animate Windblade’s expressions

“Well, this isn’t creepy at all!” Lol me 2 Rodimus

UHHHH ARE THOSE THINGS IN THEIR CHESTS BUGS??? IS THIS GOING TO BE AN ALIEN VS PREDATOR THING oh no ok, it’s just their sparks, I WAS GONNA SAY

*Ominous thunking ends abruptly* Well that’s not ominous at all

I mean at least they’ve still got their sparks?

OH MAN they even got Shockwave and Shadow Striker, jeez

SOUNDWAVE NO!

Optimus: Starscream’s forces managed to overwhelm everyone, even Soundwave I love that he said “even Soundwave”, like, yes, good, that’s right Optimus, thank you for acknowledging that my boy is no pushover

YO HOT ROD HAS HIS FLAME POWERS THAT’S SO COOL

I love the way they animate Windblade’s sword, that looks awesome

OH NO THEY’RE GETTING OPTIMUS, JEEZ THAT LOOKS BAD

MEGATRON OH NO

Starscream’s dramatic frickin reveal killed me, I can’t believe he didn’t say “Megatron has fallen

AW The frat boys trio working together is so cute :’) I love them

“We got your back, Cheetz!” RODIMUS YOU ARE PRECIOUS

HECK YEAH RODIMUS, YOUR FIRE POWERS LOOK SO C

NO THEY”RE GETTING BUMBLEBEE AND HOT ROD OH NO NONO!!!!

RUN KITTY RUN!!!

ALPHA TRION....Good lord

“Alpha Trion says he’s very disappointed in you, Optimus” STARSCREAM PLZ, HE REALLY IS LIKE A CRAZY PET OWNER

Ohhh they’re talking about the Matrix

WINDBLADE NO!!!!! NOT MY GIRL

OH SNAP THEY’RE ACTUALLY GOING FOR IT??? NO ONE’S GOING TO JUMP IN TO SAVE OPTIMUS???

THAT’S SO GRUESOME WTF, THEY’RE ACTUALLY TEARING HIS CHEST OPEN TO TAKE IT OUT

“The Matrix looks really pretty” I say in a small voice, mortified beyond belief

CHEETOR IS SO CUTE....

“You do not understand who and what you are fighting” SICK LINE CHEETOR

THANK YOU FOR RIPPING THAT HIDEOUS YELLOW ARMOR OFF STARSCREAM

THE FRAT BOY FRIENDSHIP TRIO IS SO CUTE

Megatron: I will...permit you to leave now Optimus: You are welcome Ughhhh Megatron’s expression while they’re walking away is so good thIS KILLS ME...........

Cyberverse 9!

OH NO THUNDERCRACKER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, ARE YOU OK???

WHY IS SLIPSTREAM SUDDENLY THERE AGAIN, WHAT’S GOING ON (NOT THAT I’M NOT GLAD TO SEE YOU)

Wait I forgot there’s another purple Seeker, that’s probably not Slipstream RATS

What exactly is Cheetor doing, WAIT I think these are all old memories he’s seen, these are just flashbacks ALRIGHT WE’RE COOL I GOT IT NOW

GOSH I LOVE MEGAOP BATTLES NO MATTER HOW BRIEF THEY ARE

Cheetor: I hope they one day settle their differences so that we may one day take our place among them Somehow that makes him sound like an alien, which is ironic since they’re ALL aliens

Very nice group shot right there

aw, Cheetor is right at Rodimus’ hand level when he’s in his cheetah alt mode, I half expected Rodimus to pet him

"Won’t someone please pet me??”

Man, this makes me miss Ravage. I’d love to see him show up in Cyberverse too. We know Lazerbeak is here at least though!

Hot Rod: How can we find Starscream if he ghosted us? Bumblebee: “Ghosted us”? LMAO nice slang Hot Rod

Aww poor Cheetor, me too buddy

RATCHET RATCHET RATCHET!!!!

LMAO HE SCREAMED, I LOVE YOU RATCHET YOU’RE SO CUTE

Oh no Cheetor, don’t go help Wheeljack

LMAO Cheetor you’re just so sneaky like a kitty cat, no one can hear you coming

OH NO DEFINITELY DON”T HELP PROWL

“YOU”LL NEVER TAKE ME” PROWL PLEASE

AW BUMBLEBEE SCARED CHEETOR that’s sweet that he went to go make Cheetor feel better :’) Best buddies

WAIT WTF

FRICKIN CYBERVERSE, YOU SCARED ME FOR A SECOND, I HEARD THAT SOUND AND I WARPED BACK TO FRICKIN 2005, HOW COULD YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT

This frickin series is made by a bunch of MEMERS

BEE SAVED THE KITTY CAT!!!!

UH OH jeez louise they got caught

“I was so hoping to never see you again!” I love you Bumblebee

SPARK MERGING??? STARSCREAM BUDDY....

“I have no fight with you. We are soon to be one” Not creepy at all Starscream

OH NO IS HE GOING TO PUT BEE’S SPARK INA SCRAPLET??? JEEZ THAT’S NEW

SMART THINKING CHEETOR

CHEETOR AND BEE ARE SUCH CUTE FRIENDS GOSH

wait Episode 10 is out too??? OK I CAN”T HELP MYSELF, IM GONNA PUT IT IN A NEW TEXT POST THOUGH

MAN I LOVE THIS SERIES!!! I LOVE CYBERVERSE

#i talk #Cyberverse #cyberverse spoiler /#I'm watching Cyberverse #Primordial robot hell

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notwhelmedyet · 5 years

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Dratchtember Day 3

Prompt: Bloodshed Angst & hurt/comfort - Drift isn’t exiled after Overlord’s attack. Instead he’s stripped of his Autobrand and imprisoned in the brig. This is what happens next. (also on ao3 here)

"You mind if I come in?" Ratchet asked.

Drift stared sullenly at him, unmoved like he hadn't heard the question. Damn, maybe he hadn't - internally, Ratchet was vibrating with urgency, the need to get hooked into Drift's medical readouts. But he forced his body to stillness, redirected his fury down to dispassionate diagnoses. He wasn't going inside without Drift's okay.

Drift seemed to realize that, inclining his head to welcome Ratchet into the cell.

Ratchet lowered the forceshield and unlocked the door, coming to kneel beside the bench at the back of the cell. "You going to tell me who did this?" Ratchet asked, hooking in and letting the numbers replace his guesses.

Drift shook his head.

"You protecting them or punishing yourself?" Ratchet asked. "We both know you weren't behind Overlord - certainly not alone."

Drift's lips curled, revealing fangs still bright with fuel. "You sound like them."

Ratchet put him back together in silence, what he could repair outside the medibay. He lingered on cleaning the cut on Drift's helm - superficial, unimportant except for the part where it'd nearly given Ratchet spark failure when he'd first gotten to the brig, seen half of Drift's face streaked with fuel.

"If this happens again, I'm going to go to - " Ratchet's words died on his lips. He couldn't go to Rodimus, not after how the sentencing had gone. Ultra Magnus was gone. Red Alert was in a drawer in the morgue. "If I have to lock myself in here with you, I'm going to stop you from throwing yourself on a blade out of guilt," Ratchet declared.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to die," Drift rasped. "Dying's too easy."

Ratchet wondered if he meant for them or for himself. He suspected Drift meant both. And damn, he was going to get Rung down to speak to Drift, he was going to do something -

But in the short term there was a wormhole and an urgent comm and the best Ratchet could do was to promise he'd be back as soon as he could.

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The ship was full of bodies; mostly legislators, some crew. Tailgate was dying and there was a limited window of time that any of Tyrest's miracles could save him. Ratchet didn't have the luxury of going down to the brig to check on one self-sacrificing scapegoat.

He went anyway.

The security system indicated that none of the doors had been improperly opened or damaged and so the Decepticon prisoners should have been safe in their cells. Sure enough, when the elevator opened, all the carnage was contained to the walkways between the cells.

There was a silence to the cell-block that that Ratchet hadn't heard since they picked up the Decepticon prisoners on Temptoria. The remains of eight, maybe nine legislators crowding the walkway between the cells; there were the bodies of three Autobots. Drift's cell door was open.

Ratchet checked the bodies first - all miraculously alive. Ratchet recognized them - Pyrene, Dirac and Toxin. Someone had used the emergency kit on the wall to stabilize Kirac, whose left leg had been torn free and who's chest had been crushed by the impact of a legislator's gun. The other two weren't nearly as bad off. Ratchet could deal with them later.

He went to the doorway of the cell and looked inside. "You mind if I come in?" he asked.

Drift stared at him, stretched out on the bench with his one leg twisted to wrongness and ruptured optic leaking down his face. His hands were pressed up against his side, Ratchet would have bet shanix there was a hole neatly matching a legislator's blade under his fingers. Drift stared at Ratchet and smiled.

"You're okay," Drift said. "Frag, Ratch, I was really worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Ratchet said dismissively, hustling into the cell to stop Drift from hauling himself up to a sitting position like a maniac. "I feel like you have more important things to worry about."

Drift snorted. "I'm not dead. What's happening up there? The rest of the crew? Rodimus?"

"We're still doing our headcount. There were some casualties but Rodimus is fine." Ratchet plugged in to Drift's medical readouts and sighed. "So, how did your cell door get open?"

"Someone must have left the door open," Drift said. "Forgetful of them."

"Yeah, I bet." Ratchet growled. "How much of this was the legislators, Drift?"

Drift turned away, and Ratchet knew he wasn't going to drag a confession out of him - not if Dirac and the other two hadn't.

"I'm taking you up to the medibay," Ratchet said, sliding one arm under Drift's shoulders and one beneath his knees to lift him as gently as he could. "Rodimus confessed, you know. He didn't even make it a full week before he cracked."

Ratchet had expected Drift to take the news as stoically as he'd taken everything else since his sentencing. Otherwise he would have waited until they were safely past the Decepticon prisoners watching from their cells to break the news. Instead, Drift crumbled and Ratchet had to walk him to the elevator like that, shielding him with his body as best he could.

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Ratchet woke up at the sound of the door creaking open, and he was already sitting up and ready to go back on call before he realized it wasn't First Aid at the door of the relief room. And it wasn't Ambulon - wouldn't be Ambulon ever again.

"You mind if I come in?" Drift asked.

Ratchet held out his arms to catch Drift as he staggered across the space between the door and Ratchet's berth. Drift climbed into Ratchet's arms, squeezing Ratchet tighter than he would have dared touch Drift's battered frame. Ratchet felt like his spark was as raw as the patches on Drift's plating, gone soft at someone's arms holding him tight even if it was out of their need for comfort and not a desire to comfort him. "You're going to be okay," Ratchet whispered, voice breaking.

"So are you," Drift promised. "That was unbearable. Knowing you were in danger, knowing that you were hurt and not being able to save you...Primus. Ambulon. I am so sorry, Ratchet."

"There's nothing you could have done," Ratchet said. He wanted to say that there was nothing anyone could have done but he preferred not to lie to himself.

"The same goes for you," Drift said. "Ratchet, I don't - I don't believe I should be forgiven for what I did. I was complicit. If it weren't for me Overlord would never have been on this ship - "

"That's also true for Rodimus," Ratchet said.

"I don't have to reckon with his guilt, Ratch. Mine is more than enough." Drift pulled back, brushing noses with Ratchet as he did. "I don't think I should be forgiven but I don't think I can bear to leave you like that again."

"Think about yourself for once in your life," Ratchet grumbled.

"I am. Ratchet, I love you." Drift said. "I love you every and any way you'll love me back."

"Well, damn." Ratchet reached up to brush his fingers over Drift's cheek, beneath the eyepatch he'd be wearing for another three days, at least, while they waited for his new optic's connections to his brain module to stabilize. Drift shivered at his touch and Ratchet decided he'd held himself in enough for one week. He'd lost more than he could bear and he'd fucked up more than he could fix and there was nothing he could do about any of that now. But he could kiss Drift.

When he broke the kiss, spark thrumming in his chest, he leaned back to take in Drift's face; tired and drawn but with optics brimming with life and tears. There was a smile on Drift's face that he'd never seen before - real and hopeful.

"What do you know," Ratchet said. "I love you right back. And I'm never going to let you do anything that stupid and self-sacrificing again, even if I have to take on the whole damn universe to stop you."

"I'm really not worth taking on the universe for."

"Deny you'd do the same thing," Ratchet said. "I dare you."

"Kiss me again and I'll believe you."

#dratchtember #dratchet #my fics #ficlets

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dragongirl642 · 5 years

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Breakdown x reader x Wheeljack - Breakdown ending

I was currently working on the engine of my challenger. Toolbox by my feet, I replaced a dented line and closed the top. I walked round my now fully restored Dodge challenger. I looked down and flexed my fingers. Rivulets of grease ran down my arm and I sighed. Constantly changing my arm's angles to prevent drips, I began the long trudge to the bathroom...again.

After I washed and gone back to my trailer to change, I felt a buzzing in my skull. The accompanying flash of heat trailing down my spine put me on high alert.

'That means one thing...something bad is gonna happen soon.'

I stalked back to the main room on high alert. The sound of Ratchet's medical welder firing, spurned me into a run.

I rounded the corner to see Bulkhead sat on a medical berth, being treated by Ratchet. Arcee, Bee and Optimus were standing nearby. I sprinted up the steps, two at a time.

"What happened?!"

Bee looked at me. "Bulkhead just got back from a patrol, he saw Breakdown and was knocked out but then Breakdown was gone when he woke up. M.E.C.H did it." I looked up at them. "Who's M.E.C.H?"

Ratchet finally backed away from Bulkhead. "You'll live." He then turned to the monitors and began looking for something. After a few minutes of furious tapping he gave a small "aha" and triumphantly brought up a video. "This is the footage from the security cameras in the vicinity of your battle."

I watched, impassively, as the video began to play. The slightly grainy texture cleaned up by the advanced technology, allowed us to clearly see Bulkhead and Breakdown fighting...and the small figures in black sneaking out from the buildings once Bulkhead was knocked down. What looked like a ball of electricity whacked into Breakdown from behind him. I inhaled slightly as vans drove around the corner, as the humans began to load Breakdown onto a trailer of sorts. The letters "M.E.C.H" clearly seen on their side. Once they had their prize they drove away, leaving Bulkhead to slowly awaken to an empty lot.

I frowned. Although it hadn't shown up on the video, patterns that appeared on the ground signalled the presence of a helicopter of some sort. I turned away and walked down the stairs. 'I'm gonna need my suit.'

I heard the Bots play another video from a camera at a different angle. I quickly jogged over to my challenger and silently opened the boot. Removing the compartments cover, after a quick glance up to confirm that they were all occupied, I stood behind the car as a modesty shield and began to strip. I swiftly removed my outer clothes and began to get into my suit. First putting on thin wool underclothes, then the black mesh suit and finally the armour pieces; (Kevlar greaves, gauntlets, chest and spine plates, etc...)

The video had finished playing and I listened intently for the Autobots next move. They were discussing going to rescue Breakdown. 'Those humans are worse than Megatron huh,' I finished strapping on various holsters and started attaching ammunition to the various belts and straps on my body, 'I'd like to meet them.'

The click of a round settling in the chamber of a pistol, seconds before I holstered it, drew the Autobots attention.

"What are you doing?" Optimus sounding calm as always. I stepped out from behind my car and a quick feeling of amusement ran through me as their optics widened.

"Are you expecting to be using those anytime soon?" Arcee's sarcastic remark drawing a grin from me. I reached in and took out a dozen knives, juggling them with one hand, I calmly began holstering them.

"I definitely believe I'll need them if I'm gonna help you rescue Breakdown."

"Too dangerous!" Bumblebee's frightened beep prompting an agreeing huff from Ratchet.

"I agree...M.E.C.H is too dangerous an adversary for a child to combat."

I raised an eyebrow as I casually continued to outfit myself, until I looked like a one (woman/man) army.

"I'm not asking your permission...I'm coming whether you like it or not." I raised my hands in a placating gesture, "M.E.C.H is a human organisation and as good as you are at dealing with Decepticons...you have a rule about not harming humans...I don't."

Optimus looked thoughtful. 'Almost got him convinced...just one more push.'

"Infiltration and security was my speciality. I can devastate security more thoroughly than a bomb and leave them a little present while I'm at it. Plus....being human I can fit in small spaces that you can't", I held up two fingers close together for emphasis, "which might come in handy."

Ratchet suddenly looked at Optimus, alarmed. "Optimus, you seriously can't be considering..."

He looked at me and I could see the decision in his optics. I glared as he spoke.

"It's too dangerous, you will remain here."

Bulkhead shakily stood. "Sorry kid, maybe another time."

Ratchet suddenly moved to his side and pushed him down to sit once more.

"You're staying here."

I made a show of pulling a huff and putting my helmet away, as I watched Bulkhead protest until Optimus made Ratchet's order final.

I internally smirked. 'I'm definitely going out tonight.'

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The moon hung suspended in the night sky. A baleful eye, the silent observer to our movements. I looked out of Bulkhead's window. We'd snuck out despite Ratchet and Optimus's orders.

'Yes...I know it's wrong, but we have some info that they don't.'

Bulkhead slowed to a stop and his door opened.

We were parked in an industrial area. There were abandoned looking or empty warehouses on every side. But that wasn't the case. I could faintly hear voices just two buildings over. I hopped out and turned to view the Autobots alt-mode.

"So your gonna circle round to come at them from the other side and try and find the others...while I go in the back door...right?" I pointed in the direction of the voices.

"That's the plan." Bulkhead confirmed and shuddered. His engine revving in preparation to move. "Keep me posted?"

I put a finger to my helmet, activating the comm link to Bulkhead that I'd only recently tapped into. "Definitely."

With a screech of tyres, the Autobot shot past me and zoomed around a corner. I didn't linger, taking off at a sprint heading straight for an alleyway of sorts. I peered round the corner. 'Empty.' A scan above brought the same result. Hoisting my rifle up higher, I swiftly crossed the length of the alley. Keeping my centre of gravity low and my footsteps silent. The voices were getting louder.

I crouched and held my hand almost around the corner; peering intently into the mirror on my palm.

Two black armoured figures stood by the only door into the next warehouse over on this side; small white letters on their chest spelling out the word M.E.C.H. They both had loose grips on their machine guns, 'semi-automatic by my guess.' They talked amicably, glowing night vision goggles giving them an almost insectile look. The small winking red dot above them, testament to the presence of a security camera. I'd seen the type before, low signal, harder to detect. I watched as the dot went out for four seconds and then started winking again. 'Yep, it's a stealth one alright.' They record around 20 seconds of footage then stops recording temporarily to send it over a secure link. 'Low power, very efficient.'

I slowly drew my hand back and weighed over my options. I tightened the silencer barrel on my rifle, before removing a flash grenade from my belt. I ran through my plan in my head, making careful note of their positions by the door. I waited for the light to cut off, before swiftly standing and stepping round the corner; grenade already leaving my hand. The grenade went off, the bright light, causing my visor to flare and crackle. The calls of alarm as the two guards were blinded was swiftly cut off as I fired two shots into the field of white that made up my vision. I whirled back around the corner, using a hand for guidance, and tensely waited for my vision to correct itself.

As my vision darkened, white spots hovering in front of my face, I blinked quickly; watching with a satisfied smirk as my vision returned completely and silence greeted me. I peered around the corner.

Two dark mounds, slumped by the door. The small stain of red on the wall confirming my shots. The small blinking dot of the camera continued to flash. I scanned the area, judging how far the cameras vision stretched and waited for the light to go dark again. It winked out and I sprinted over to the two fallen soldiers. Back thudding against the wall I tensed and waited for any alarms. None came, so I carefully slid up the wall; making sure to keep out of the camera's shot.

Certain I couldn't be seen I now turned my attention to the two fallen guards. Both male, one was older judging by his size and the small tuft of grey poking out from under his helmet where it hadn't been tucked in. The other looked more fragile, 'young...possibly his first guard shift.' I paused momentarily to let myself feel a shred of guilt, before shoving it down.

My shots had been sure. I'd compensated for any flailing and the sight of ruptured flesh in the small exposed area between the chinstrap and the neck of the suit proved their death.

I now turned to study the door. 'I need entry and quick...eventually someone will notice their absence. There was an electronic lock on the door, a pad beside it requiring key card entry. I crouched and rifled through the pockets on the guards. I eventually found what I was looking for. In the tiny forearm pocket on the older guard, was a key card the likes of which I'd never seen before. It looked like plastic, felt like metal and folded in half around a tiny variant of a pin hinge. I was rewarded with several other goodies, two keys, a torch, I took one pair of goggles and the younger guard's gun. 'I wonder how this works.'

I hung the goggles off a hook on my shoulder and hung my rifle, opting to use the M.E.C.H guard's gun instead. I finally turned and inserted the key card into the pad, watching as the light turned green; the door yielding when I turned the handle. I swiftly entered, pocketing the key card.

I spotted the empty hallway beyond. Closing the door behind me I only took a moment to raise a finger to my comm and whisper, "I'm in," before stalking down the corridor, ready to fight my way through if stealth should fail me.

-------------------------Action packed/tense 10 minute time skip-----------------------

Third person pov:

The sound of running feet grew closer as a lithe form ducked inside an open door. Shouting men in dark uniform passed by the figures hiding place. Not realising the object of their search was a mere 2 feet away. They disappeared round the next corner and the figure slipped out of hiding. Their armour giving no clues as to gender or age; only the glint of steel and the bulbous forms of grenades, hanging in rows like cancerous growths around their waist, and up and down their chest.

The weapon, ran the length of the corridor and burst through the door at the end. Firing off 6 shots before the guards even registered their appearance. They were all dead before they hit the floor.

Chaos ensued throughout the M.E.C.H base, as they were assaulted from both the inside and out. The Autobot Bulkhead tearing his way through a set of heavily fortified blast doors and the silent menace stalking through the corridors. Growing ever closer to their target.

Mixed pov (italics is Breakdown normal is you):

I could hear the sound of gunfire and fleshy screams.

Silas, 'That FRAGGER', left the room. I squirmed against my restraints. My good optic hunting for a way out. The door opened and one of those scientists entered...held at gunpoint by a figure in dark armour. Face...'well in fact everything,' obscured by a helmet and a large assortment of weaponry.

"Please...d...don't k-kill me." The scientist pleaded with this figure in black who remained silent. They pointed to me and the scientist nodded, shakily pulling up a control panel on the screens.

I vaguely recognised the symbols that put me in these restraints but there were others.

The figure in black, jabbed the butt of their weapon into the back of the scientist's helm and they collapsed.

I watched...tensed. 'Maybe I'm finally gonna get out of here.'

I jabbed the butt of my rifle into the top of the scientist's spinal column. I mentally berated them. 'Thought I wouldn't notice the alarm switch?'

Satisfied that they weren't waking up, I turned to study Breakdown. 'I haven't got long...better make this quick.' The Decepticon looked worse than when I last saw him, especially the missing optic. I leaned against the railing. "You look rough buddy," I paused as he focused on me, "...now if I let you out, you're not gonna try to kill me are you?"

'That VOICE! I know that voice!" I squinted at the human. "You're the human we mistook for Cliffjumper!"

They nodded and spoke again. "Yep...so what do you say to getting out of here." The sounds of an explosion came from down the tunnel and the thump of pedesteps steadily got louder. I strained to evaluate this new threat. Almost whacking myself in the helm as the restraints retracted and my straining arms were released.

I fought the urge to laugh as the Decepticon almost sucker-punched himself. Throwing a mock salute to Bulkhead, who had appeared just around the corner. "Thanks for clearing the door...I think it's time we got out of here." Bulkhead nodded and offered Breakdown a servo. After a suspicious glance, he took the servo and allowed himself to be helped up. I ignored their exchange as I studied the monitors lining the wall. After a few experimental types, I pulled out a cord from my helmet and plugged in. I left a little present for M.E.C.H; nothing major, data wise...just a little copy error, give it 24 hours and everything they got off Breakdown will be corrupted; the real present comes with a wireless link, a small bar popping up on my HUD bringing a smirk to my face. Satisfied, I unplugged and turned to face the two bots.

"Catch!" I broke into a jog and swung myself over the railing, Bulkhead just managing to catch me in a servo. "Sorry but we gotta get out of here." He nodded and turned to leave. He motioned to Breakdown. "Come on."

They both broke into a run; I braced myself against the jolting of Bulkhead's run with one hand, while fingering the trigger of my rifle with the other. 'I ditched the M.E.C.H gun ages ago."

Bulkhead carried the fleshy as he ran ahead of me. Warnings flashing in my vision as I pushed my abused frame to the limit. Pain flared in my empty optic socket when we rounded the corner, bursting through the Bulkhead shaped hole in the doors into the harsh glare of a helicopter spotlight. The humans began firing. The small metal projectiles bouncing of my armour. I changed my servo into my hammer. 'They're going to PAY!'

I raised my rifle, firing of shots as soon as we emerged into the light; watching Breakdown transform his right servo out the corner of my eye. The bar on my HUD filling up slowly, 'I'll keep an eye on it...haha, get the pun.'

Bulkhead raised a servo to protect me even as he reprimanded the Decepticon. That was soon dropped as we fought to protect ourselves from M.E.C.H forces.

I was unceremoniously lowered to the floor as the two cybertronians began battling for their lives. I sprinted over to a truck, dodging shots from the M.E.C.H soldiers exiting it.

Bang.

Headshot.

Bang.

Another body falls.

Boom. A plume of dirt rises from the ground beside me, obliterating the M.E.C.H soldiers that had been about to take a shot at me. Pressing the advantage, I unhooked and threw a grenade through the gap in the soldiers; rolling behind cover as the truck goes up in flames.

Not 20 seconds must have passed before I could stop for a quick breath behind another truck. A body at my feet and blood on my chest.

I reloaded the rifle, listening for any change in the rhythm of battle. It did...a strange whirring began, accompanied by the crackle of electricity. A small ding brought my attention to the now full bar in my vision. I blinked twice and a list of functions appeared on my screen; the M.E.C.H logo hovering ominously behind them. I quickly began selecting all the lights within a 20 metre vicinity and the night vision goggles of the soldiers. I set a 15 second timer, then took of my helmet.

I rounded the corner of the truck. Several things happened at once.

Breakdown looked at me and momentarily froze, optic widening, before turning to Bulkhead.

The helicopter had just finished charging that strange electricity weapon and fired.

I raised my rifle and shot at the spotlight on the helicopter.

A man leaned out the helicopter, obviously M.E.C.H's leader, gawping at me with a shocked expression. I met his gaze, and my blood ran cold. 'I knew that face.'

Fighting my shock, I focused on the task at hand. Raising a hand, I prepared to rip off my eye patch.

Bulkhead noticed the ball of doom heading his way, just as Breakdown tackled him out the way.

The lights went out.

(Several seconds ago)

I fought with a ferocity and rage I didn't even know I possessed. The human helping us ran towards some trucks. They were focused on the soldiers in front of them, not noticing the ones of to the side, by a second truck, about to fire on them. An odd surge of protectiveness ran through me and I swiftly transformed my other servo into its gun form and shot them, before swiftly changing it back. 'FRAG that HURT!' Red flashed across my HUD; I ignored it and continued fighting.

I heard a familiar sound and glanced up to see the helicopter; weapon lighting up and charging. Aiming for Bulkhead. I glanced around. Taking out some more soldiers before I spotted our little human step out from behind a truck.

'Where's its helmet?!'

The helicopter's spotlight winked off just as it fired.

'As much as I hate the Autobot...I hate M.E.C.H more.'

I tackled Bulkhead to the ground, the shot missing us both.

The lights went out.

I removed my eye patch and held it with my teeth. The darkness suddenly lightening as my 'bad' eye compensated for the other. The pinpricks of light from the stars and the moon, giving me more than enough light to see clearly.

'Gonna have to be quick...who knows when they'll get back online.'

I let my rifle hang and unclipped two grenades, lobbing them at the thickest clusters of soldiers I could see. Shouts of alarm, rose in pitch when I once again raised my rifle and began picking of the M.E.C.H. soldiers like fairground targets. I took note of Bulkhead and Breakdown rising to their pedes, keep one servo on the others shoulderplate, as they began firing into the darkness. I avoided looking at the bright energy beams, they messed with my vision. A distant humming sound began to grow louder.

Too soon, the lights winked back on. Blinded, I rolled back behind cover. Spitting out my patch and quickly jamming it back on my head. Fumbling for my helmet, my hands swept the ground; finally grasping onto the straps.

I jammed it onto my head. Only slightly dulling the sounds of gunfire and several large objects hit the ground. I could plainly hear M.E.C.H retreating. With my returning vision, I saw the helicopter pass over me and fly away. I frowned and peeked out form my cover; eye widening in alarm. Flight-capable Decepticons had Bulkhead and Breakdown surrounded. They exchanged words before Breakdown started fighting Bulkhead. I ran out from behind my cover and threw my last grenade at the closest one. Catching it on the spinal struts. It turned and their leader, Starscream, noticed me.

"Another one, kill it." His companions moved to follow his orders. I took a step back. Getting ready to spring forward under their shot and through their legs, surviving to shoot them from behind...'hopefully.'

"No!"

Breakdown had abandoned his fight with Bulkhead to jab the Decepticon's servo up. The shot going wide.

Confusion caused me to momentarily freeze.

Thankfully, the other Autobots chose that moment to show up to battle Starscream and his lackeys. A string of what I imagine are cybertronian expletives left Starscream's mouth and they left. Breakdown running after them.

The Autobots looked like they were going to pursue him.

"Stop!" "Don't, let him go!"

Bulkhead and I shouting at the same time. They stopped and Ratchet activated a Groundbridge.

"You both performed admirably, however we have much to discuss when we get back to base."

Optimus had his stern leader voice on again. 'Sigh...well this is gonna be fun.' I turned to follow Bulkhead through the Groundbridge.

I couldn't get the image of Breakdown saving me out of my head.

I ran along the empty dirt. Having left the road to run across the desert after my little 'talk' with Starscream. The trails left by the others had long since faded from the sky but I continued; the small dark, shape of the Nemesis in the sky before me. My frame screamed at me to just give up and lie down but in pushed on.

#Br...down#

'There...I heard it.' I activated my comm and practically yelled down the line. #This is Breakdown...can anyone hear me?#

I was rewarded with a crackle and a distorted voice from the other end.

#Break..own Where have you been...I'm...ing a grou...idge.#

The familiar green swirl opened before me and I forced myself to jog down the dizzying tunnel. Almost collapsing into Knockout when I emerged from the other end.

Something must be wrong with my audials, knockout's voice is so faint. I frowned, trying to focus.

The only thing I could focus on was the face of the human who'd helped save me.

The determination on their face as they faced a Cybertronian well over ten times their size and the flash of Decepticon red I'd seen in their face when the lights came back on.

My spark fluttered at the thoughts filling my processor.

I could faintly register Knockout fussing over my servo and optic. 'How'd I get in the med-bay?'

"Megatron will want a report from you." I tried to ignore the sudden sound of Starscream's voice.

Instead, I sat listening to the strange new music within my spark.

-----------------------Time skip – a few weeks later------------------------------------

Your pov:

Soft rays of light from the setting sun caress my face. The wind whistles past the open window of the car; my hair fluttering in response. My mind drifts as I drive across the sand. After school, I'd told the kids that I'd meet them back at base and gone for a drive to try and clear my head.

Images from the rescue kept running through my head.

Countless bodies falling to the floor as the life drained from their hidden eyes; the horrid twitching as those who'd avoided an instant death were wracked by their death throes. Bullets carving smooth tunnels through both air and flesh; the crimson arcs that accompanied their passage. No matter what I tried I couldn't make myself feel any kind of guilt for their deaths. 'Does that make me a bad person?'

The face of my father. At once, the same as the photograph in my helmet and different. Older. Crueller. Hate filled my core, as I contemplated all the ways I would like to end his life for what he did to my mother, to me...and to Breakdown. I keep the photograph, only so I will know his face when the time arrives for him to meet his end.

Breakdown. The Bruiser of a Decepticon had been filling my mind the past week. I couldn't get the images of the torture inflicted on him by M.E.C.H, and my father, out of my head. But all the hate I had for them, dwindled in comparison to the confusion whirlpool of emotion that accompanied thoughts of the Decepticon. Butterflies in my stomach, fluttering in my heart, a strange giddiness that threatened to overtake me every time I remembered how he had protected me from that Vehicon. Whe we first met he called me cute.

I shook my head to get the thoughts out of my head. Which brought my wing mirror into my view for a second. Just long enough for me to notice the familiar vehicle trailing me.

Strangely, not feeling any panic at all, I calmly continued driving to my original intended destination. Driving through a small canyon of sorts and up an incline to park on top of a plateau.

I exited the car and strolled over to the edge of an overhang. Sitting down, leaning back on my forearms as I watched the horizon. The sound of Breakdown halting a ways behind me made me chuckle.

"You can join me you know...I don't bite."

This cheerful remark caused the con to transform and sit beside my small human form. I glanced over to see him studying me curiously.

"You're not scared?"

I shrugged and continued to watch the sunset.

Peace enveloping me as I leaned a bit further back. My hand meeting resistance in the form of his servo. I didn't move it...and neither did he.

The sun finally winked below the horizon. The sky morphing from a pale pink, to a deep rose, to a royal purple and finally to a dark blue. I sighed. 'Even with all the ugliness in the world...the death, the deceit...views like this still exist.'

"What happened to your optic?"

The sudden question made my heart skip a beat. I took a deep breath and pondered my next move.

"You saw what happened to me."

His prompt almost sounded accusatory...and hurt.

Coming to a firm decision, I raised my hand that wasn't touching Breakdown's servo and removed my eye patch. I placed it on the ground behind me and looked up at the con.

He looked down at me, optics widening slightly at the sight of the scarlet winking up at him. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke once more.

"I think you look great...for a human." The correction brought a tinge of blue to his faceplate and he resolutely turned to stare at the horizon. The shimmer of the moon, just visible of to the side. The ground before us, an indecipherable pool of darkness.

I felt a blush forming and swiftly turned to look at the moon rise as well; a small smile forming at the corners of my mouth.

"You're not so bad yourself...for an alien robot."

He chuckled. My smile grew wider and I really hoped he wasn't looking at me. A quick glance revealed that he was. 'Just great...'

Almost as if he heard my thoughts he chuckled again before looking at the horizon once more.

Peace enveloped me and a tingling had begun in my fingers, where they touched his servo, and travelled into my spine. Both a hot flash and a warm wave travelled along its length.

He sharply turned his helm, looking at me with an indecipherable expression. "Thank you." It was mumbled but I caught it. I smiled. "No problem." We watched the moon rise in comfortable silence before I leaned back and studied the mech intently.

"We should do this again sometime."

He softly smiled at me. "I think I'd like that."

Sat on that cliff-side I made a silent vow. To meet him again, as many times as possible.

The fact that he didn't object when I leaned against his servo, in fact he gently pulled my smaller form slightly closer towards him; protectively enclosing me in his grasp.

There was a darker undertone to my thoughts; I felt suddenly glad that I don't know for sure what his fate is. 'Ignorance is bliss...'

#transformers #xreader #fanfiction #Breakdown

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oshamoff · 7 years

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In need of help

Hello Tumblr, it’s with a lot of frustration that I come to you all. I’m going to be direct: I need money. My bank account is 60€ under what it should be, and so is my mother’s. If I don’t fill these holes by next week, chances are my bank account will be blocked. I’m also asking for more than what should be required because you never know when something else can fall when it comes to random bills, and we also need to eat. So I need everyone’s help fairly urgently. I hate the fact that I have to beg, but here we are, I have absolutely no choice.

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whoopsivehadalotofsex · 6 years

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1. If you are a horny idiot who uses Grindr and a random guy who you just assume is way too hot for you suddenly messages you, is close by, and is ready to “go” now, you’re just like “OK! YES!” Maybe not instantly, but it doesn’t take much convincing. This is the Grindr holy grail after all! This is what the App is supposed to be: hot dudes close by who wanna fuck!

2. In your excitement for this, at some point, you will think to your self “Wait, am I setting myself up to get robbed? ....No! No! But what if I get over there and he decides he’s not that into me and then awkwardly send me back home?”

This is a story of how that same dynamic played out with one guy multiple times over a number of years.

I don’t remember exacts of the first time, but I do remember he was a shirtless, toned torso in a speedo in a Grindr square. He sends pics. The dick is nice! The face is nice! The body is toned and muscley without being anything close to weirdly body builder big. Smooth too. His stats say he’s an inch taller me. He’s like “generic hot Miami guy” straight out of central casting. Oh, and he’s just three blocks over and horny now. So of course I’m going to go!

Here’s his instructions: text me when you’re almost there, I’ll give you the code to get in the building, my apartment door will be unlocked, undress in the living room, I’ll be waiting in the bed room and you can start sucking me off.

Ok, weird, but whatever. So I do that. I am genuinely relieved when I find a naked hunk in the bedroom and not, say, a man with a gun.

So I just hop on the bed, he’s got some poppers, and I start sucking dick. For the first five minutes it’s kind of passionless. I start to fear this going to be one of those one sided encounters where he just kind of lays there, remains distant, and gives nothing in return. I’m trying my best though. I’ve got my hands working his body. I’m getting the nipples into, and I’m sucking one hell of a dick.

Turns out eye contact was the key, because about five minutes in when I’m looking at him he grabs my head up and we start making out. God, it feels so right. We are on the same kissing wavelength. Instantly the dynamic of the encounter shifted from onesided to the point of me almost feeling like a willing object to a passionate situation where both parties are present. The main event switched from me being an oral slave to us passionately making out and all over each other like 17 year old in the back of car. I don’t think we got to anal that night, but he sucks me off some too in between making out.

It’s great. We cum. I go home. I’m on a high, but not really thinking it’ll ever happen again.

Well, a few weeks, he messages again. It’s the same dynamic.

Then it happens again and again. Sometimes weeks go by, more often months go by, I’m pretty sure at least one time an entire year.

The thing is, my body isn’t staying a constant over this time. Sometimes I’ve been working out more regularly than others. Sometimes I’ve Naired myself down, other times I clearly haven’t manscaped.

So every time, it’s go up the elevator, go in the unlocked door, take my clothes off in the living room, go through the first five minutes or so of awkward oral and wait until the moment he kisses me, but sometimes fearing it wouldn’t happen. Yet it always did, and every time it got hotter and hotter. Eventually we start fucking, which seems natural. Everything we do just seems like this extension of passionately making out, and we never get into positions where we can’t stop and make out. It just flowed to. It was never a “ok, lets stop, reset, restart, and do this.” Things just happened. It was often a flip-flop situation too, and, let me tell you, a man like that eagerly riding your dick is heaven.

Passion with him was like a curve out of a calculus book. It started off slow for far too long, and then all the sudden it ratchet it up until we’re freely playing mix and matching every one of our appendages with every one our orifices until we take turns cumming on each others faces.

I really can’t complain too much. He’s in the top ten leaderboard of guys I’ve had the most sex with, and isn’t it the dream to have the hot, sexy neighborhood fuck buddy?

I guess part of me wishes we could have moved past the awkward first step. It got weird after a while. Maybe we could have had even better sex without it. Then again, I guess my view at the time was a mix of “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

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whimzea-blog · 7 years

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zeath: heath locks himself out of his apartment while scottys out doing something, it turns out his hot ass neighbour (zane) is just coming back from coffee. zane lets him in his apartment & they hang out for awhile. (they fuck at some point probably idk im bad at prompts)

i made kam the roommate because kam needs more screen time lol

“Come on, Kam, pick up,” Heath muttered into his phone. He pressed it to his ear with his shoulder and checked his pockets for the thousandth time, hoping that his apartment key would miraculously appear. It didn’t.

It was his own damn fault for trying to be healthy and walking to the gym instead of driving. Because if he’d driven, he would have all of his keys now, instead of knowing they were sitting right there on the kitchen counter inside, mocking him.

Kam didn’t pick up. He knocked his head against his door. The landlord took Mondays off, and while she would have to come to let him in, he wasn’t prepared to deal with her wrath at being inconvenienced. He valued his life too much.

“You alright?” an amused voice asked from behind him, and he jumped about a foot, too deep in the throes of self-pity to hear the footsteps.

He knew the voice- it was his neighbor, Zane. He cursed God before turning around. Really? Now? You had to send the hot neighbor right by me at this very moment, when I’m sweaty and gross and locked out of my apartment like a fucking idiot?

“I locked myself out,” Heath finally replied, smiling weakly. “And my roommate isn’t answering his phone.”

“Sounds like a typical Monday,” Zane said, wincing. “Have you tried calling Frida?” Frida, the landlord from Hell.

“I’d rather die from starvation right here on this welcome mat,” Heath answered seriously, and Zane laughed.

“I hear you. She can be…difficult.” Zane jingled his keys in the hand and gestured towards his apartment door. “Well, you’re welcome to hang out in my apartment until you get in touch with your roommate. I can’t let any neighbor of mine die of starvation.”

Zane grinned, and Heath felt his stomach flutter like a schoolgirl. Fuck, he was cute. The adorably messy dark hair and pretty brown eyes got him the most, but he didn’t hate the muscles shifting under his t-shirt, or the hint of chest hair peeking out the top, or the beard he wanted rubbing against his-

Get it together, Heath scolded himself.

“Oh, I couldn’t do that to you…at least one of us should have a decent Monday,” Heath said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, mine was already decent, but it just got a lot better,” Zane replied, shooting Heath a flirtatious smile before unlocking the door to his apartment and gesturing inside. At least, Heath hoped it was flirtatious. But he doubted it. This guy was probably just really nice. And straight. Like all the other guys in his suitcase of crushes.

Still, if he was offering, Heath wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. He was entirely too thirsty to do a thing like that.

“Alright,” Heath agreed, following Zane inside.

The apartment was sparsely decorated, with only a few pieces of furniture dotting the living room. The colors were dark and the lines were sharp. It was minimalist and masculine, and Heath loved it right away.

“Do you want something to eat? To drink?” Zane asked. He pointed to a stool at the island in the kitchen and Heath sat. Zane opened the refrigerator and looked inside. “Wow…I guess I need to go grocery shopping.”

Zane pulled out a half-empty bottle of orange juice and a bottle of Bud Light, holding them up in front of Heath sheepishly. “Umm…we can make really ratchet mimosas?”

“Just the orange juice is fine,” Heath said, chuckling.

“Good choice,” Zane agreed. He poured Heath a glass before sticking his head back in the fridge. “And to eat…”

Heath held up his hand. “Let me guess- week-old Chinese leftovers and a jar of mayonnaise?”

Zane pulled a bag of brown, rotten lettuce out of a drawer. They both grimaced.

“Maybe I’ll order a pizza,” Zane decided, tossing the lettuce into the garbage. “What toppings do you like?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I can wait until later,” Heath said, although he was post-workout and absolutely ravenous. On cue, his stomach grumbled. Zane raised an eyebrow and Heath sighed. “Pepperoni.”

Zane nodded and pulled out his cell phone, and thirty minutes later they were scarfing it down like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. In between bites, they talked. Heath discovered that not only was Zane incredibly gorgeous and adorable, but he also managed to make a living shooting YouTube videos. Heath watched a few on his phone, and he couldn’t believe the number of views they had. But of course, Zane was in them. So he sort of got it.

“What do you do?” Zane asked, leaning against the counter and resting his chin on his hands.

Heath hesitated. He hated this question- especially when guys asked him.

It had all started out on the up-and-up. He had gotten a job as a delivery guy for a very high-end florist in Beverly Hills, bringing celebrities their wedding bouquets and all other manner of floral excess. He had been doing that- in a very manly way, he might add- for about six months, when one day the shop was so slammed and enough people were out sick or had just quit that he was pulled in to learn the register, leaving the other delivery guy to fend for himself.

The owner was so impressed with his customer service- and how much the little old ladies loved him- that she offered him a job in the shop. He learned quickly, watching the old-timers, reading as much as he could…and now, over the course of two years, he had become an actual…florist. A very manly one.

“I, umm…work with flowers,” Heath answered, clearing his throat. That always sounded better than “I’m a florist.” He could be a landscaper, or a botanist, or something.

“So you’re a florist?”

Fuck.

“Well…yeah,” Heath admitted, like he was confessing to a murder. None of his friends understood why he was so self-conscious about his profession, but of course, they weren’t fighting the daily battle of clapping back against gay stereotypes and old-school gender norms. It was exhausting. And he had been burned by enough straight guys about what he did that he was incredibly gun shy.

“That’s awesome,” Zane replied. It was? “I’d love to have more flowers and plants in here, but I’ve killed every green thing that’s come through the door.”

“I’m not surprised, considering the state of the lettuce you just threw out,” Heath said drily, and Zane threw his head back and laughed.

“Touche.”

Two hours later Kam finally responded to his text, and three hours later Kam was home and able to let Heath back in the apartment.

Heath didn’t want to leave Zane’s kitchen. Zane was smart, and cute, and sweet, and funny, and Heath could feel his little gay heart growing three times bigger.

But he also knew he had to leave. The last thing he needed was another futile crush on a straight boy. Who was also his neighbor.

“What do I owe you for the pizza?” Heath asked. “Let me run home and grab my wallet.”

Zane waved him off. “Please. It was my pleasure.”

“Well, thanks. I owe you big time for today,” Heath said, hopping off his stool. He smiled at Zane and hoped there weren’t hearts in his eyes. “If you ever get locked out, feel free to knock on our door. We’ll order pizza.”

“Actually, we should probably exchange numbers in case this happens again,” Zane said casually, pulling out his phone. “Or any other type of apartment emergency. I work from home, as you know, so I’m always around if you need anything.”

“Oh…yeah, that’d be great,” Heath stuttered. Jesus, his heart was pounding in his chest like Zane had just asked him to marry him or something.

Numbers were exchanged and Zane walked Heath out to the hallway. The door to Heath’s apartment was ajar, and he grabbed the handle before turning back to Zane.

“Thanks again. I really appreciate it.”

Zane’s eyes twinkled. “Any time.”

Heath went inside, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it.

“You’re gonna get locked out a lot more often, aren’t you?” Kam asked from the couch, grinning like a loon at Heath’s lovesick expression.

“Shut up, Kam.”

#zeath #zeath fic

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 7 years

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High Women Tell No Tales-Sons of Anarchy Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: some swearing and violence

A/N: it’s going to be another general imagine since not enough people voted for a particular pairing.

All Y/N could feel was pain, a deep throbbing, annoying ache that reverberated throughout her entire body. For a second, she thought it hurt to blink, but she realized it was just her imagination. She glanced around her surroundings for a second before recognizing that the white walls and the monitor beeping next to her signaled that she was, indeed, in the local Charming hospital.

“Crap,” she muttered.

“Sleeping Beauty finally woke up.” Y/N winced as she turned her head slightly to see Jax sitting in the chair next to her bed. His shoulder length blonde hair was messy and his eyes had bags underneath them.

“You look like sh-t,” Y/N said.

“Well, I was up most of the night worrying about you, like the rest of SAMCRO,” Jax said.

“Where are they?”

“In the waiting room. Tara is making us take turns to see you.”

“Sounds like her.”

Jax stood up, walked to Y/N, and ran a hand over her head. “What happened to you?”

Y/N swallowed as she tried to remember what exactly had landed her in the hospital. “Me and Y/B/F/N and her roommate went to this bar near the strip. There were a lot of drinks and bikers around.”

“Did someone in particular catch your attention?” Jax asked.

Y/N closed her eyes and remembered a hazy, red-colored view of a large man in a biker jacket. He had stereotypical biker tattoos and he wore a dark scarf around his hair.

“All I know is that he smelled like Miller Light and had a deep voice.”

“We’re gonna catch this guy, Y/N, I swear,” Jax said, anger seeping into his voice.

“If I can remember anything. You talked to the guys in Vegas, yet?”

“We’re waiting for an update.”

Y/N tried to relax against the pillows but hissed in pain. “Where’s the doc with my pain meds?” Right at that moment, Tara walked in, hands shoved into the pockets of her scrubs pants. “I’m right here and I’m guessing you are not feeling well.”

“I want all the painkillers you have: morphine, Vicodin, whatever,” Y/N groaned.

Tara walked over to the other side of Y/N and she examined her wounds. “Well, it looks like you’re healing up nicely but you’ll have to stay here for the next couple of days for observation.”

“That makes me a virtual sitting duck,” Y/N said.

“No, we have adequate security to keep you safe,” Tara said in an attempt to be comforting.

“Whoever did this to her will probably be able to get past your security, Tara,” Jax said. “I’ll have a couple of guys stick around here to watch her.”

“Or, someone could just give me a gun or bat and I’d be equipped to protect myself,” Y/N said.

“No way. You are not in any condition to wield any sort of weapon let alone stand up,” Tara said.

Y/N grumbled. “I hate hospitals.”

“We know,” Jax said.

“I’ll have a nurse come in with your meds, okay?” Tara said.

“They better be strong enough to knock me out,” Y/N said.

“We’ll see.” Jax leaned down to Y/N. “I gotta go now. Try not to get too high off of your meds.”

“No promises.”

Tara pursed her lips as Jax kissed the top of Y/N’s head before walking out of the room with him. “So, you haven’t had any updates on who could’ve done this to her?”

“We’re working on it. You just have to focus on getting her better and keeping Unser and the other cops away from her. They’ll screw everything up investigating this,” Jax said.

“I’ll do my best, but I don’t know how much I can do to keep them from seeing her,” Tara said.

Jax simply nodded and they continued walking back to the waiting room. Juice was passed out in his seat; Tig was fiddling with his thumbs; Chibs was fake reading some magazine; and Opie looked worried. Gemma and Clay were no where to be seen.

“Hey, where’d my mom and Clay go?” Jax asked Opie.

Opie blinked and looked up at Jax. “Your mom’s outside smoking and Clay left to call around. How is she?” “She’s awake but she doesn’t remember much,” Jax said.

“Poor lass. We’re gonna have to teach whoever did this a lesson,” Chibs said.

“Yeah, if we can find them.” Tig elbowed Juice and he jumped up.

“Wh-what happened?” Juice asked.

“She’s awake but Tara’s about to give her some meds to get rid of the pain so there’s no use in anyone else going to talk to her right now,” Jax said.

“Oh, that’s convenient: Y/N gets drugged up only after you see her.”

“I didn’t make the call, Tara did. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Juice.”

“Too late,” Tig muttered.

The other guys burst out laughing while Juice chose to punch Tig in the arm.

“Anyway, we have to have some of the guys stay here just in case whoever attacked Y/N tries to come back. I don’t think she saw anything she wasn’t supposed to but she also doesn’t remember much.”

“I’ll stay,” Juice said.

“I might as well too,” Opie said.

“Great, the rest of us’ll help Clay and the others find the son of a b-tch who tried to mess with our Y/N,” Jax said.

The other men nodded.

“The only other thing we have to worry about is the cops. Even though they hate us, they’re obligated to investigate something like this. When they come in, try not to bust their balls too much. Besides, Y/N knows how to handle them anyway. The main priority is to keep her safe and to catch the people who landed her in here. Understood?” Jax asked.

“Yeah.”

Back in her room, Y/N couldn’t feel any pain. She felt numb and light thanks to the morphine. She would’ve tried escaping from the hospital then, but the numbness and cords attached to her helped keep her down. Though she was fully conscious, she felt the meds lead her into some sort of dreamlike haze. Soon, she was no longer in the hospital but back in that dimly lit bar in Vegas.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Y/B/F/N asked through a laugh.

The music was loud and Y/N couldn’t tell whether it was country or rap. The people in the small bar were dancing and it was hot and sweaty. Y/N was standing on the bar, dancing and waving her hands above her head.

“Living!” Y/N shouted.

She tossed back another shot of tequila, grinning at the burning sensation as it ran down her throat. She spun around on the bar, men and women yelled at her and she couldn’t tell whether it was out of praise or drunken belligerence.It had been years since Y/N had danced on a bar without trying to get tips from drunken bikers. She felt calm and free.

“Nice moves, little lady,” some man with dark hair and piercing gray eyes said.

“I know,” Y/N said.

“Why don’t you come down here and be my partner.” He had a thick southern accent and he wasn’t terrible looking at all. Then again, tequila made everyone look good to Y/N.

“Make me,” she teased.

Swiftly, the man grabbed her and pulled her down from the bar, ignoring the playful swats Y/N gave him. He set her on her feet and they began dancing. He wore all black and some sort of black leather vest.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Y/N called over the music.

“Thanks.”

Suddenly, Y/N was out in the parking lot, her two friends trailing behind her. The guy she had danced with was gone and she was ready to go back to her hotel. Y/N bumped into someone and shoved them away.

“Watch where you’re going!” she snapped.

“Y/N, shut up,” Y/B/F/N’s roommate warned.

But her warning fell on deaf ears. Y/N hadn’t picked a fight since she came to Vegas and she was itching to punch someone, anyone. The man turned around but Y/N couldn’t make out his face or anything.

“What did you say, b-tch?”

And then, Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she jumped a little when she realized Juice was standing by her door.

“Hey, Y/N,” Juice said. “How are you feeling?”

“Great, Nurse Ratchet gave me some drugs.” Y/N lifted the hand that had the IV in it and beckoned to Juice. “Come closer.”

Juice hesitated before walking closer to Y/N. He looked worried and angry at the same time. “I’m not really supposed to be in here, you know. I just wanted to see how you were holding up.”

“I’m great,” Y/N said with a laugh.

“You look good, you always look good,” Juice said.

“Don’t flirt with me right now, I’m hideous.” Y/N covered her face with her hands.

“No, you’re not. Listen to me, Jax, Clay, and Tig are looking for the bastard that did this to you. Opie and I are staying here in case they come back. The cops might come to interview you but hopefully you won’t be as high as you are right now if that happens,” Juice said.

However, he knew his words were falling on deaf ears as Y/N cocked her head at him in confusion. This was definitely going well.

“Redneck,” Y/N said.

“What?” “They’re looking for a redneck,” Y/N said slowly, sounding more sleepy.

Juice’s eyes widened and he leaned forward. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

“I got into a fight with a redneck at…at the bar.” “Do you remember what he looked like?”

“Bigger than Opie,” Y/N said with a giggle. “I’m gonna go to sleep now.”

“Y/N,” Juice hissed.

However, Y/N had already drifted back to sleep. Juice sighed as he stood. Hopefully, Y/N really had realized something in her high state because this information did help narrow down suspects. Juice walked into the hallway and ran right into Tara.

“Why are you just leaving Y/N’s room?” Tara demanded quietly.

“Don’t worry about it, doc, it’s all under control,” he said.

Tara stopped him from getting past her. “Look, Y/N’s my friend too and I’m trying to help her get better. You trying to talk to her while she needs rest is not helping. I’ll let you know when you can talk to her again.”

“Whatever you say, doc.” Juice smirked at her as he continued walking into the waiting room.

Opie stood. “Did she say anything?”

“She said that it was a redneck and I think she might be telling the truth. She is on morphine after all.”

“Alright, I’ll call Clay. Hopefully, it’s a solid lead,” Opie said.

“Yeah,” Juice said, “hopefully.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #requested

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Here’s a figure that I bet none of you were expecting, Custom Deluxe Class Cliffjumper, my first makeshift figure. Which makes sense as he only got about a full minute of screen time and at the time of this post, hasn’t gotten any official figures other than the legends scale repaint of Bee. And while I would prefer an official figure of him for the Studio Sereis line or even a MPM (gosh that would be so cool) be it a repaint of VW Bee with a new head or even a new cybertronian mold (to be repainted with a new head into Bee), I just wanted to test myself and see if I could make a decent figure with what I had, and after a couple weeks of work this is the end result, which I’m really happy with. With this being my first makeshift figure, there are some techniques that I haven’t done before but am willing to use in the future such as screwing in pieces from different figures together and the like.

Here’s a list of the figures involved:

Dotm Deluxe Cyberfire Bumblebee- Main torso, doors, shoulders, waist and v-mode

AoE Deluxe Lockdown- Shoulder assembly cut from the figure to allow ball jointed doors, screwed onto the underside of the hood.

FoC Deluxe Jazz- Front of car cut up to recreate new front, wheels replacing Cyberfire wheels, thigh pieces, and arm and forearms making the legs and the spoiler of v-mode as well creating heels of sort. Also cut a bit from the sides of the v-mode to help fill out the new v-mode.

GDO Generations Deluxe Cliffjumper- Head and feet.

AoE Deluxe Crosshairs- Gun and those littler guns.

Studio Series Deluxe VW Bumblebee- Forearms, that uh, I’ll have to replace.

So yeah, scraping 6 (more or less) figures to create 1. I started with a spare WFC Deluxe Cliffjumper head that I really wanted to use for this figure, but due to its ball joint connection, just wasn’t compatible with anything. Then that’s when I looked at the GDO Cliff and realized his head was far more compatible with other figures than the WFC one was. For the body, I went with the Cyberfire because it was a figure that had been customed in the past into a Dotm Mirage figure (that failed and was never posted) that was scrapped itself for parts for TLK Deluxe Hot Rod that never came into the spotlight, so it was all ready primed for being redone. And it was also red, so that kinda helped heh. I started on finding some ways to make the doors fold flush against the back to recreate the movie look. In the end, I decided to cut the shoulder assembly from the AoE Lockdown figure, shave it down a bit, and glued it on the underside of the hood. And then I decided to try screwing it in, which was a much better idea and much more sturdier. After that, I decided to replace the forearms with the SS Bee’s for a more accurate look, and that was that. For the legs I was originally going to use the figures original legs just painted up to look like their film counterparts, but opted on getting a different set due to the v-mode not being able to line up properly due to screwing in that shoulder assembly. That’s when I started looking at a bunch of figures to see if anything would look good or work as well which a lot of them didn’t and I ended up looking at a broken FoC Deluxe Jazz figure that I had bought to fix the current figure that I do have in my shelf a couple years back. Originally, I was going to use both the thighs and legs, but decided on using the forearms and arms to create new legs. As for the feet, I wasn’t sure how I was going to do them, but ended up going back to the GDO figure and taking his feet off, and poping them into the ball sockets that the hands were originally in, which I’m really surprised at the fact that they fit in so well, but hey, that’s luck for ya. I guess. After that, I had a slight problem with the legs, in that they had a tendency to not be that great at standing up. So I took the spoiler from the Jazz figure, cut it in half, and just tabbed them into the slots that they go into for that figures transformation, and they became heel spurs. And something that I just decided to add was the little guns/bombs from the AoE Crosshairs figure and have them be kinda filler pieces for the car-mode, and rotate down for bot-mode, kinda making the wheels look like they’re within the feet, despite the fact that the feet are on the complete opposite side. I also decided to cut a bit of the “doors” from Jazz to help fill out some space in the v-mode as well, and just tabbed them into the spot that they originally went on as well. And just another thing taken from that figure was the front of the car/chest which had to be cut into thirds with the middle piece being left out, and the two halves being glued onto the front. I wanted to screw them in, but there just wasn’t enough plastic on the undersides of those pieces to allow that. Afterwards I shaved some bits down throughout the figure to allow better transformation and more accuracy. After all that, I decided I wanted to try and recreate the gun he used in the film as well, so I took the same Crosshairs figure’s main gun, cut it in half, shaved both halves down, then glued them back together. Also cut the original post of just for fun and use the molded handle as the uh, well handle. And I think it turned out well. After all that, I started painting it all, mainly in flat red (for parts that weren’t originally painted in red) and then gloss dark red to help it give it a nice dark look. Also used flat black and silver throughout the figure to help it look more screen-like and yeah, das’it. In the end, a really fun project of mine and honestly glad I did this, even if it meant taking apart that very nice GDO figure. Were there some things I would’ve liked to have done differently? Yes. For starters the v-mode overall is crap. Sorry for the language, but it’s bad. But considering it’s supposed to be alien, it gets a 1% out of 100% pass. But it’s still bad. Transformation I made simpler in the legs but overall remains mostly unchanged. I’ll have a video of that up in just a bit so that’ll show that off. And for bot mode, I think it’s pretty passable to what it looks like in the film, which is what I was going for in the end anyways. Articulation is all still there, with the addition of some added movement in the feet. Scale-wise you can see how he compares next to the Studio Sereis figures, specifically Ratchet cause he was easier to transform but is passable for him to work in the line. As for my definitive display, he works out well. Considering that Bee’s height in the film is shorter than what he is later on cause it’s the past, it’s safe to assume that Cliff would also be of a short stature, and given that this is his first and probably last appearance, I’m fine with him being the height that he is for reasons that would be otherwise spoilery. Now will I be doing this for any of the other characters that were in this movie? No. Probably not. If anyone were to get the same treatment, it would probably be Brawl only, but I’m probably better off taking the Legends class figure, upsizing it, and calling that a movie figure, which I would rather not do cause that’s lazy. And I don’t really know the scale of him. But regardless, Cliff’s design was unique enough in my opinion to warrant this and I’m glad I did it. I do have a couple more pictures as well as the transformation video so being expecting that I guess. In the end, happy with how this turned out, hope Hasbro does do an official figure for him, and hope he’s in the Cybertron prequel movie.

#cliffjumper #inspired by bumblebee #but more g1 in certain ways #and more red in every way #i will never stop doing that #bumblebee movie #custom #custom figure #transformers #autobot #toy

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