#«----base of sorts where we wait until the bot stuff clears | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

votederpycausemufins · 3 years

Text

Guys, idk how to tell you this, but we’re nearing the end. I mean, i’m gonna write more smaller pieces and maybe another long one in the future, but this one specifically is ending soon

@petrichormeraki

Mumbo walked down a hallway behind Drista. It looked like something Scar would have made as it looked more like a decorated underground tunnel than anything else. Stones of different types lined the walls and some vines and grass were present here and there. He kept trying to ask questions to pass the time, but Drista always shushed him.

Since he couldn’t really have a discussion with her, he just looked at the walls around then that looked worn by time. Some ores were present in the walls, though they weren’t any Mumbo recognized. When he looked away from them, the redstoner could see what looked like the tunnel widening up ahead, likely to a room or sorts, though based on their surroundings, it could be more along the lines of a cavern.

He was right as when they stepped out of the tunnel, the ceiling was still made of rocks, but the room itself was filled with life. Trees of varieties he had never seen before littered the area. Leaves of blue purple and gold were scattered around and hanging on the trees. Flowers of every color. A small pond to the side, small lily pads covering a good portion of the surface. It was beautiful.

“Alright, a couple of the fam are headed over here to talk with you. Don’t go wandering around because this place is like a labyrinth and you don’t have the ability to get out yet.”

“You sound like you’re going to leave me here.”

“Cuz I am.” And with that Drista ran off down another tunnel that connected into the room. With nothing to do but wait, Mumbo wandered around the cavern, trying to not stray too far from where they had entered. He really decided to stay close when he saw what he thought was an armor stand wearing armor, slumped against a wall. When he got closer and noticed the skeleton within that was obviously not a reanimated monster, he made sure to run back and stay in place.

After he started to become a bit restless again, Mumbo was slightly glad to see people approaching him. All of them wore some sort of mask, which unsettled the redstoner a little bit, but he remembered how Drista and Dream had worn some of their own, so it must have been a Vault God thing. Come to think of it, Grian also showed off a Watcher mask once. Did these higher beings just wear masks?

“We do indeed. It hides the self and keeps us separated from those we… work with.” A chill went up Mumbo as he realized that they had just read his mind. “Yes, another reason for the mask, though that enchantment could be placed on anything.”

“Should I just ask questions in my mind then?” Mumbo asked, now trying to keep his mind empty.

“Nah, just Song being cryptic and stuff.” A new voice spoke from the Vault Gods and one wearing a mask that resembled a turtle slapped the back on the head of one wearing a mask decorated in music notes. “We can control it easy enough, some people just get used to various powers and tend to overuse them.”

Mumbo sighed in relief at the casual tone from turtle mask. He had no clue what to expect from whoever he would meet and assumed they would be very strict and cold people. “I see. Well, speaking of powers…” He trailed off, not sure how exactly to ask.

“Drista’s kept me updated.” Another new voice spoke. They gave a small wave when Mumbo tried to figure out who was speaking. He had to shift a little to see them properly, but taking a step to the side, the redstoner would see their mask which seemed to be a generic green alien. “You don’t want to be a Vault God, but you used your powers out of necessity.”

“I shouldn’t have any to begin with!” Mumbo argued. “I said no the last time Drista showed up and they went away. It wasn’t until I found Dream that anything happened again.”

It was quiet after he shouted, long enough that Mumbo was beginning to worry he shouldn’t have said anything.

“That does change things.” Someone in an earth mask stepped forward. “Due to Dreamon’s work with the abandoned Watcher he obtained.”

“His name is Grian.”

“Yes, that one. He was able to shield his world from the sight and hearing of both us and the Watchers. His abundance of power is likely what pulled yours out again, not true willingness.”

“Are you saying you can do something about it? I don’t want to be one of you. Grian’s a Watcher and he’s told me many times that your magics don’t mix. I lo- We’re… really close to each other. I don’t know what I would do if us being around each other caused problems.”

Again, there was silence from the Vault Gods. This time Mumbo wondered if, being able to read minds, they were communicating telepathically. “I suppose there is something that could be done.” One of them finally spoke up and Mumbo sighed in relief. “Masks are usually used as a limiter, that is due to enchantments, but others could be placed on it so it has the opposite effect.”

“That being?” Mumbo asked.

“It can be so that only when used will you be able to access your self as a Vault God. That being said, to do that, more than just powers would need to be sealed within the mask.”

“I would be able to stay around Grian though?” Mumbo asked, not caring about any side effects if it would get him what he was after.

One in a mask that seemed to house an entire galaxy spoke up next. “Yep, pretty much any Watcher if you really wanted to. I mean, doubt you’ll be around many, but hey, if you help out when we have to deal with… or I guess work with other Watchers, it would help.”

“Then I’ll do it.”

“Ey Big Geeeeee!” Tommy burst into the room, followed by Grumbot who had led him there. “Tubbo went with Sparklez to go see some of his family. Meaning time for you and I to get back into things. What are you thinking? New normal war to teach people things? Invitations to the upside down? Take people on base tours and blow their minds? Or maybe we go with the tried and true chicken bombings?”

Grian just rolled over in bed. “Noooo. I wanna go but everything’s catching up to meeee. I’m a messssss.”

“Dad is feeling sick from bad magic that was left over in your world.”

Tommy sat down and slumped. “Great, another thing Dream messed up. Can’t you just do some shit to get rid of it and be better already? The longer we wait, the less fun it might be.”

Grian gave a small hum as a signal that he heard Tommy. “Yeah. Left it on a table. Mask I was wearing when you stabbed me.” He pointed in a general direction and Tommy left to grab it. While he waited, Grian curled up more, wrapping his wings around himself. He was glad that the feathers helped muffle the sound around him which was starting to give him a headache. Stupid living base that you could hear everywhere.

When Tommy returned, he tugged gently on one of Grian’s wings. Because of the avian’s current state, he panicked and hit Tommy away with the wing. The blond was pushed back, glad his armor negated whatever damage that would have caused. “Sorry for startling you. I found it.”

Grian took the white mask from Tommy and put it on, glad that it started to block out whatever was making him feel sick. “Oh, that’s much better. So, what were your ideas again?”

Grian, Tommy and the bots were enjoying themselves as they returned to Mumbo’s base. Jrumbot was admiring the diamonds he had scammed someone out of while Grumbot put away the last of the discs he had been playing around, making sure he couldn’t be seen while they played, confusing whoever heard them. Tommy had emptied a shulker box of eggs onto the smp island and Grian had placed signs all over the place with cryptic messages.

“Oh man. We need to get Mumbo and get him to drag some people into Hermit Challenges.” Grian said through his laughter.

“I dunno. Me and him aren’t really on the best terms right now.”

“I know, but that’s exactly why you should do it. It’ll give you the chance to clear the air and ask why he was so upset.”

“Daddy yelled at us too.” Jrumbot looked up briefly from his diamonds. “Auntie Stress took us to see him but he got upset and wanted us to leave.”

“I wasn’t able to get a good look, but he had seemed scared. People tend to have different reactions when they are scared. Some get angry, others panic, even more just hide it.”

Grian picked Grumbot up in one arm and nuzzled him. “And we’ve all been through a lot so we know that. Mumbo hasn’t been through nearly as much. It would be better if it never happened, but the fact that it took so long is a good sign.”

“I guess.” Tommy responded, but he still seemed upset.

Just before they reached Mumbo’s base again, there was a burst of energy that came from it and Grian narrowed his eyes behind his mask. “They were told to stay in your world.” Then before Tommy could ask what Grian meant, the Watcher set the bots down and shot up into the sky so fast he left some feathers behind.

He scanned the base until he spotted a figure and dove towards it, landing nearby. “You shouldn’t be here. This is Watcher claimed. Get out before I make you!” He almost growled at them. He was prepared to shove them through a rift to send them to smp island and then throw them through the portal when the figure turned.

They wore a familiar suit, except for the fact that it was stained a bright red color. They wore a metal mask with piercing red eyes, and most importantly, a mustache. “Grian.”

Grian’s eyes widened. “M-Mumbo…” The Watcher felt himself start to cry. This couldn’t be happening. Mumbo had said no. Why would he change his mind? And he had protected Mumbo so this could never happen? So why had it? “Mumbo… please… why? Why would you-”

He didn’t get to continue as Mumbo pulled the mask off his face and discarded it by letting it drop to the ground. He followed it, collapsing to the floor and Grian rushed to him. Before he could do anything though, he noticed the lack of any foreign energy in the air. “Oh Mumbo… I’m sorry I thought you said yes.”

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #tommyinnit #grian #grian xelqua #watcher!grian #avian!grian #mumbo jumbo #vault god!mumbo #grumbot #jrumbot #grumbo #drista #vault gods (vault hunters)

45 notes · View notes

bakugohoex · 3 years

Text

chapter four ➺ worthy allies

pairing: pro hero katsuki bakugo x pro hero female reader

cw: language and angry boi, violence

word count: 2400+

a/n: i don’t know why i’m posting this at mid day but enjoy and i’d appreciate any support and views on this series

summary: in which enemies become allies and by the end of the night your past friends become nothing as you prove your worthiness to the paranormal liberation front

chapter three | masterlist | chapter five

↞ back to my hero academia masterlist

“How long do we have to wait?” You leant against the abandoned buildings sooty wall, your dress a mess, Hawks having said he’d bring your hero costumes but you both heard nothing from the flying hero.

“Can you be fucking patient?” Bakugo seethed at you, you played around moving some of the rocks with your fingers back and forth.

You dropped the rocks bored out of your mind, it had been hours and you bot had been waiting for a sign that they had seen your message, you thought it’d be easy for them to find you, using an old base they used years ago. It seemed perfect in theory but waiting with Bakugo was straining.

“Next time, don’t get all creepy with slitting the president up.” You glared at the boy.

“You better pray there isn’t a next time.” You folded your arms, leaning downwards, until you felt the grainy ground attack your thighs and ass. “I thought we did a decent job.”

“You fit being a sadist too well.” He muttered looking out of the window, wanting some sort of sign that this wasn’t all for nothing.

“What can I say? I learnt from you.” You teased, he looked back at you, noticing how your legs were out, you had ripped the end of your dress as soon as you and Bakugo landed. Feeling you so close had made him feel odd, he hated how close you both had, had to get and worst of all, you had been having the time of your life in the air.

“Shut up shitty woman.” He turned back to the sky, you both heard footsteps, instantly both your quirks activated, explosions from Bakugo’s hand and your hands ready to move the wood from the broken chair to stab whoever it was.

“Bakugo, what do we do?” You ask him.

He moved towards you with an even more confused look, “how the fuck should I know?”

The door opens wide and you see a man with a top hat, white boots and a long orange coat. Both you and Bakugo put down your quirks, staring at him, “before I get started with what Shigaraki wants, I have to tell you, you’re performance was absolute divine, especially you miss Y/l/n, who knew stupid pro heroes like you were capable of creating such a villainous scene.”

You remembered from your days at UA exactly who the man was, he was able to compress anything into marbles. Both you and Bakugo were silent, the man moving forwards, “catch.”

He threw a marble, which Bakugo caught, a note being formed out due to his quirk. He leant against the wall, watching the two of you, “you both have grown.”

You ignored his mindless chatter reading the note.

‘We saw your little show,

You didn’t think it would be that easy to join us, did you?

Kill Shoto Todoroki and then we’ll know your worthy.’

Both Bakugo and you looked at each other, you looked at Mr Compress who was waiting for a response. “We’ll kill him.” You both spoke aloud a joyful grimace of your face; anybody would’ve been creeped out at how villainous the two of you had gotten in a week.

“He’s at his residence, I’ll take you there and we’ll be watching.” You both nodded, you needed to somehow tell Hawks what was going on, so they could make Todoroki somehow survive.

You walked outside of the alley, making sure to be unseen, before being pushed inside a car. You noticed the same man on the other side of the street, you recognised him from your first meeting with Hawks. Bakugo noticed as well, before you used your quirk on the man.

‘It’s Y/n, you need to call Hawks now and say they want us to kill Todoroki.’

‘Okay ma’am.’ His thoughts had been a pain to get through, but you knew he had at least got it and would tell Hawks to sort something out.

“Y/n, we know what your quirk is, wear this.” He passes you a ring with a clear diamond on top, “use your quirk.”

‘Boo.’ You shouted into Bakugo’s head, he flinched before watching as the ring turn red before a shock went onto your finger.

“What the fuck, I’m not wear…” Bakugo interrupted you by jabbing your side. “How long do I have to wear it for?”

“Just for this little thing, and then afterwards if you succeed you can take it off.” Mr compress almost gleamed at the idea of such high-tech stuff.

When did they get something that shows when a quirk was in use, “I cant use my psychokinesis then.”

“No use it, if you get shocked then you get shocked.” There was no sympathy in his tone, you huffed, your dress ripped and the strap dangling off your shoulder. You looked like you had had too much to drink which after controlling the amount of people you had, it was obvious that you were a tad bit out of it.

“We’re here.” You saw the residence of Shoto, a nice house, it was probably something Endeavor forced onto the poor boy who would rather stay away from his father. You and Shoto hanged out often even after graduating, you both were in contact, trying out new foods that you had seen on YouTube.

“Hurry up.” Bakugo muttered, he had been a lot quieter than usual, your inability to use your telepathy had made it hard for you two too even have a plan.

Both stepping outside, the frigid air hit your body, it was nearing midnight and you hoped Hawks had got your message. Todoroki hadn’t been at the event, having some other business to take care of, but as you stepped closer and closer to his door, memories flooded through of every time you had been to his house. “Let’s go through the window.” You muttered pointing to around the back.

“Don’t get us killed.” Is all Bakugo said as he followed, you used your quirk to unlock the window, a shock being sent through you. “Y/n.” Bakugo spoke cautiously.

“I’m fine.” You muttered, “come on help me up.” He put his hands down for you to use as a leg up, he tried to not look up your dress, but it was unavoidable, as you stood on the window sill, creeping inside

Bakugo followed you both trying to not make a sound, “where is he?” Bakugo muttered.

You stopped him in his tracks as you saw Shoto sitting in his office, papers in his hands as you could see the tired boy. “What do we do?”

Bakugo didn’t speak instead going full throttle at Todoroki, his quirk out, Todoroki’s eyes widened as he witnessed the two of you. “What the fuck, you two, you two are traitors, what are you…”

Even you didn’t know if Hawks had gotten to him, his confusion was very performative. He noticed your confused look, he saw how you weren’t in his head, reading his thoughts. He gave a small nod to point out he knew, and you signed in relief.

“We have to do this; we have to kill you.” You spoke out.

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, he started to think before he noticed something on the floor. Was it gas, or oil, it was something, and it surrounded the whole house. Hawks had a plan, and yeah it might’ve taken a while to get there, you understood.

“Y/n, Bakugo, why?” Todoroki was eerily good at this performance, “after all these years you both are just throwing it away.”

“Priorities change, being a hero, there’s nothing from it.” You spoke, Bakugo’s explosions were getting bigger and bigger in his hands. He looked down and you noticed his eyeline, a trap door underneath his which you assumed would make him safe.

“You were always evil.” Todoroki finally spoke, Bakugo knew this to be a que to start.

He smirked before looking at you, “to be evil you need to have evil motivations, we just find this fun.”

He spoke a loud, you didn’t expect him to say something like this, he was getting into the character a lot better than you had expected. “You’re going to burn, Y/n suppress his quirk.” You knew you would have to and as you felt a shock run through you, you made sure his quirk was suppressed if you tried to communicate with the boy, the shocks would intensify.

Bakugo threw the explosions at the ground, an explosion about to happen, as the house began to be engulphed in flames. You grabbed the piece of dress that had been around your wrist to help with your movement and left it inside the room. Bakugo grabbed your waist, before he sent an explosion making you both fly out of the window backwards. A large boom was heard from the house as you saw the top explode.

The shocks stopped as you felt dazed and confused, Mr Compress having brought the car up. He made you both side inside, you sat side by side, as he watched intentively driving you to another destination. You took the ring off, throwing it to the side as your finger was red and bruised.

Bakugo grabbed your hand slowly and unnoticeably, ‘They were listening in, I had to say the bullshit’

‘And I thought you were just getting into it’

‘Shut up, where do you think he’s taking us?’

‘I don’t know, I hope Shoto’s okay though?’

‘Icy Hot doesn’t need you worrying’

It was the last thing Bakugo thought before removing his hands off yours, this subtle action was a sign that you wanted to talk using telepathy and it was a lot more convenient than you had thought out.

“And goodbye.” You hadn’t noticed Mr Compress stopping the car, he turned back around facing the two of you. Before he grabbed both of your shoulders, making you turn into blue spherical marbles, grabbing the two marbles, he stepped outside of the car.

Walking towards the Front’s base with you both in his pocket, he smiled hearing the TV on, it was like a show and everything was working out perfectly. He skipped along, before being met with Tomura, Dabi, Toga and Spinner were all watching a TV screen. “You got them.”

Tomura was the one to spoke, as you felt yourself re-awaken from being inside a marble. It was gross and you hated it, Bakugo looked pissed but still you both were put on wooden chairs and watched over. The Tv still blaring the news out, “seems like you two have turned sides.”

“Good, evil, there’s no difference anymore.” You muttered crossing your legs and folding your arms.

“Stoic words for a woman I saw murder countless villains.” You raised an eyebrow at Tomura.

You looked at Bakugo, who stretched his legs out watching the screen, both your faces broadcasted for Japan to see and the burnt Todoroki’s house where a member of the commission had announced him dead. “If you want me to feel sympathy, I just killed someone who was my friend, I’m far from emotional.”

“That’s what we want to hear and you Bakugo, joining us after how many years?” Bakugo looked at them with a shock.

“Five.” He blew a bit of his hair from his eyes, his battered shirt exposing his arms and abdomen, you both looked like a mess.

Tomura stood up walking towards you, you knew how easily his quirk worked and you had a fear that if all five fingers touched you, you were doomed. One of his frail fingers glided up and down your cheek. “We’re keeping her.” He mutters turning to Bakugo.

“You, we need to work on you.” Tomura points a finger at Bakugo before walking away. “We need to see if you’re worthy allies” He shouted as he walked towards the bar.

‘We have just received from the commission who have found a piece of Y/n Y/l/n’s dress inside the Todoroki house, we can assume that her and Katsuki Bakugo were the ones who murdered pro hero Shoto Todoroki, son of number one pro hero Endeavor’

“What? Sad to see your brother dead?” You spoke hesitantly breaking the sound of the news reporter to Dabi.

“Who do you think proposed the idea to make you kill him?” A laugh came from him as both you and Bakugo looked at each other.

“You both still need to prove your loyalties, but we have these.” Toga finally spoke happily, she showed you two bags that were on the floor. “They’re your clothes and hero costumes.”

“You went to our apartments.” Bakugo was almost seething knowing someone was at his place.

“Of course we had to get your stuff before the mean commission people took your stuff, Y/n, wear your costume for us.” She smiled grabbing your hand and taking the bag, “we’re going to be best of friends.”

“Umm, okay.” You got dragged along with her as Bakugo was left with the rest of the front in silence.

‘Don’t be yourself.’ You spoke inside his head.

He didn’t reply, as they had all turned to their own thing before he noticed Mr Compress looking at him. “What?”

“You have to tell me how you both pulled off that amazing performance.” The man was eager at the showmanship, he knew you’d be pissed if he didn’t try and gain their trust and he went into the long-winded story of how you both thought of the plan. It was long but Mr Compress seemed to be loving it and by the end (minus the façade part) he seemed to be in love with Bakugo and his way of thinking.

“And you thought of it all.” Mr Compress praising Bakugo was something you didn’t need to hear as you were in your hero costume glad you felt something familiarly.

“Y/n, take the sleeves off, Dabi will burn them off for you.”

“W…what?” You spoke hesitantly.

Dabi gave a what the fuck look, not wanting to burn stupid sleeves off. “It’s a sign you’re one of us, if you do it.”

“Okay.” Instead of getting Dabi to do it, you used your powers and grabbed the knife that had been behind the bar Tomura was sitting on. Slicing it through the material quickly. You now had a sleeveless hero costume minus the gloves because Toga called them ugly.

Bakugo stared at how exposed you looked, he never expected to see you like this. So impulsive without the consequences, but it was all a façade to gain their trust, that’s all you were both doing. Making friends to gain their trust and then finally destroy them from the inside.

i’d really appreciate if you guys could leave a like, reblog or comment, thanks x

if you guys want to be a part of a tag list, just reply to any post and i’ll add you xx

@samusimp @alainarose13 @crispychannie @underratedmage @jennammaee @cathy8taffy @sugacious @moonlightaangel @kat-sukis-hoe @effmigentlywithachainsaw @swankiifiied @susceptible-but-siriusexual @missmultifangirl

52 notes · View notes

tmntxreader-fics · 5 years

Text

TMNT Donatello x Reader: Sudden Interest

@mariamonteon97 asked: Hi, could I request a #75 for donnie?

Fair warning, it’s kinda long.

Warnings: Cussing (as usual)

Word count: 2685

You and Donatello have never really been close.

In fact, if you’re being honest, out of all the brothers he seems to be the most unapproachable of the four.

When April had described each of her “turtle friends’” personalities, you had been most intrigued by the intellect she had promised from the mutant who donned a purple bandanna. Upon introduction, however, there was disappointingly minimal interaction and no display of the intelligence you’d been expecting.

Instead, you were appraised for a brief moment, a golden gaze behind ridiculously oversized goggles observing every inch of you in an almost clinical fashion. You could basically see the notes he was probably committing to memory based off of your appearance, to be simply filed away in the miscellaneous sector of his mind. Then, with a polite exchange of names, it was over. Donatello disappeared back into his lab where the only indication of his presence was the occasional muffled curse and distant clatter of metal.

Despite this disappointment, you find that his brothers are easy enough to like; each offering a unique personality to bide your time with.

You learn to hover-board with Mikey and bond over culinary adventures within the kitchen together, though that proves to be quite hazardous to your health at times. The leader of the troupe also occasionally invites you to simply relax with him and talk about mutual interests and individual perspectives.

Though, admittedly, you find it hard to remain at ease with Leo. His ice blue eyes are too intense and penetrate the soul even during the simplest conversations, proving it difficult to extended periods of time in his presence. On the other hand, you find Raphael to be incredibly straight forward with no hidden thoughts smuggled behind his gaze. He’s gruff, uncaring and wields a “charming” sense of humour that can only be redeemed by the depth of his personality.

Despite the observations you make of your new friends, there is one who has evaded examination. Even as the days turn to weeks and weeks to months, Donatello remains a mystery to you.

It almost feels as if he’s purposely avoiding you at this point, though, you can’t for the life of you figure out what you had done. What had you said upon meeting him that offended him enough to steer clear?

It’s only now, seven months later, do you see him for more than a thirty second window since meeting him. Seated at the table with all four brothers, you find yourself precariously perched between Donatello and Leonardo on a rickety stool. There is a weathered game of monopoly set up on the wooden bench and you scowl upon landing on Donatello’s property.

He peers down at the board from behind his glasses, identifying the property name then sifting through his cards to find the cost of rent.

“One hundred and fifty dollars,” he states, gaze shifting from the cardboard in his hand to meet yours. Eyes narrowed, you hand him the pretend cash, fingers lightly brushing his palm. While you grit your teeth at the touch of his skin, he seems unbothered by the transaction. You catch yourself glaring at the board for more reasons than one as Mikey snatches the dice to roll his turn.

As the game rolls on, you notice Raphael begins to grow heated in the battle against his competitors. You quickly remove yourself from the equation by not allowing your ego to be baited by his barbed comments that are thinly veiled as friendly smack talk. Eventually, the hot head doesn’t bother covering his remarks and outright goes for Donatello when he lands on the purple clad turtles’ property with three houses occupying the space.

“Five hundred and sixty dollars,” Donatello grins a rare, toothy smile and you find yourself almost dazzled by the rarity of the sight. He flashes another lopsided quirk of his lips when Raph groans, holding out his hand, “pay up!”

Meanwhile, the resident muscle looks as if he’s about to blow his top. At the sound of another snarl, everyone waits with baited breath in anticipation of his frustration. “You shouldn’t be allowed to play this shit, Don,” Raph snaps, slapping the money into his brothers’ hand.

“And why not?” Donnie shoots back, immediately sorting his new income into the according piles of his money.

“You’re basically a walkin’ computer,” Raph starts, his voice rough in which you initially assume to be frustration. However, when you see the red clad turtle shoot Mikey a mischievous glance, you begin to suspect foul play. “You got numbers, statistics and strategies up in that head and that’s all you know how to do. Playin’ with you is like playin’ against a bot, game might as well be rigged.”

You frown at the comments being made, then you realise that they’re simply being said to bait Donatello. The second the clever turtle bites, he will start to play irrationally, making bold and risky moves in order to both impress and thwart his competitors; that is when his brothers can move in to take the victory.

“What would you suggest I do, then?” Don says dryly, “Should I play blindfolded and plug my ears in order to give you a fighting chance?”

Raphael leans in and you watch the unnerving grin pull at his lips. “Nah,” he snickers, golden eyes appraising his brother in an unsaid challenge, “I want ya to play a little risky. Show me what you got, Don.”

The turtle in question quirks the ridge of his brow bone, shifting in his seat.

“Don’t bite, Donatello,” you mutter before he can retaliate. Though your voice is gentle, the table falls silent at the sound of it. You continue, “they’re trying to throw you off your game, it’s the only way they’ll win against you.”

His narrowed eyes watch you carefully, an inquisitive gleam in his usually neutral gaze. Donatello licks his lips, tilting his head fractionally with a softly spoken, “noted.”

Despite your exchange being brief, all occupants of the table remain quiet and motionless for a moment. You ignore the way Leonardo’s gaze constantly flickers between both Donnie and yourself, scrutinising eyes searching for something unnamed.

“Well, there goes any chance you had of winning the game too,” Raphael rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat with a salty sneer.

“If I come first thanks to manipulation rather than skill then that’s not a win,” you snark, snatching the dice from their place before him. “Not that you’d know.”

His eyes widen and the sneer that twists his lips evolves into a mean grin, “oh, it’s on Short-Stack.”

The game continues (quite aimlessly) for another half hour, until, the leader sighs deeply and bids you and his brethren goodnight. You tip your head in his direction, brows furrowing as you catch the last glance he sends you before striding from the room.

When Mikey yawns, the jolting realisation of the hour hits you; time has flown and it’s much later than you anticipated. You don’t want to walk the streets of New York City alone in the dark but you also don’t want to burden the turtles to take you home. Raphael and Mikey’s patrol shift is not due for another couple of hours and you’re definitely not going to be able to stay awake until then.

“You can sleep here tonight,” Donatello murmurs, interrupting your spiralling thoughts. You glance up, taken aback by the gracious offer- coming from him, no less! His sight catches yours and he immediately glances away, resorting to reorganising his cards for the third time in a row. “I mean, only if you would like to. We can set you up on the couch; it’s much more comfortable than it sounds.”

You gape at him for a long moment, lingering on the way he stutters over his sudden uncertainty.

“Wow, Don,” Raph remarks dryly, reminding you of his presence. “First girl you invite over and you stick her with the couch.”

You briefly see Donatello’s eyes widen before Mikey croons disappointedly, “yeah, bro. That’s not how you treat a lady. You’re supposed to offer her your bed.”

The purple clad almost chokes on his saliva and your face is burning from both the audacity of the comments and your newfound embarrassment.

“No!” You splutter, catching the attention of all of those who sit at the table. You gather yourself before continuing, “No. It’s okay, the couch sounds great. Thanks, Donatello.”

The turtle in question exhales a little, as if allowing himself to breathe again. There’s a short silence as he regains his composure, his eyes flickering to meet yours with a gentle curiosity.

“You can call me Donnie,” he finally offers, standing to his feet quietly. “I’ll go get you what you need for the night.”

Watching his retreating figure, you assume that he’s talking about a pillow and perhaps a blanket.

“Damn, who knew you were such a killjoy! Let the nerd squirm a bit,” Raph chuckles, letting slip a groan as he stands to his feet. Your narrowed gaze follows his movements, unsure of whether he is being sarcastic or is simply an asshole. He eyes you intently from behind the red fabric of his bandanna, “Don’s real weird about ya so it’s fun to tease him over it- watch him suffer a bit for once since he’s good at most things.”

Just an asshole then.

You try not to dwell on what he means by that, but the connotations were unnerving.

“Don’t worry babe, we’re just having fun,” Mikey shrugs, though his attempt to reassure you has the opposite effect. You try a smile in response but you suspect that it looks more like a grimace, provoking an intense eye roll from Raphael. The temperamental turtle waves his hand at you both dismissively before making his exit, what you assume to be his version of ‘goodnight’.

The chatter that ensues fades into background noise as the remaining excitable turtle leads you to the couch. “Donnie will be back with your stuff, but,” Mikey trails off cheekily, “if you need anything my bedroom is always open.”

You roll your eyes and thank him dryly for the ‘offer’, you know for a fact that if you need anything you will be going straight to Leo’s room. At least the leader wouldn’t suggest that you should share a bed with him, which is what you'd guess to be Mikey’s first response.

The mischievous terrapin shrugs with playful indifference, “the offer stands!”

“Cut it out, Mikey,” a new voice calls from one of the tunnel entrances. Both yourself and the jokester turn to observe Donatello, eyeing the hilariously tall stack of pillows and blankets in his arms.

“Damn. What; is she meant to be making a fort with all that?” Mikey whistles. Turning to you, he adds, “if so, can I join?”

“Mikey!” Your voice is blurred against Donatello’s and Mikey throws his hands up as a sign of surrender.

“Alright, alright, no worries,” he rolls his eyes, “I’m going. Goodnight!”

You bid him good night, ignoring the subtle wink you receive as he turns and leaves the room.

“So, I have here a few things you might need to make your stay here more enjoyable,” Donatello says, setting down the pile of sleeping material onto the couch. You can’t help but snicker at his travel agent choice of wording. He spares you a quick glance at the sound but continues to talk. “So, I know it gets chilly in here at night, hence why I’ve brought four pillows and four blankets. They’re all a different fabric, so you can choose which one you’d prefer to be in direct contact with you and the rest you can organise to your liking.”

Your eyes widen slightly, four different fabrics? The turtle literally wanted nothing to do with you just a few hours ago, now he’s providing an array of blankets to maximise your comfort?

“Thanks, Donatello,” you say, visibly bewildered. He nods his head and places the materials onto the couch.

“I’ve also brought you a bottle of water,” he says, unlatching a clear bottle from where it was tucked on the side of his utility belt. He grips the case lightly in his hands and offers it to you. Staring at him for a long moment you slowly take it with a small nod.

You have so many questions simmering beneath your skin as you both shift around in uncomfortable silence. He doesn't seem to want to leave just yet and you're not sure as to whether you should sit down with him sill there.

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" The words blurt from your mouth, each syllable following in quick succession of each other. You almost want to slap a hand over your lips at the rude inquiry, though you refrain if not only to maintain your dignity.

Donatello's gaze hardens slightly, but not out of offence. He gets your confusion; he knows that his behaviour would seem odd to you and he doesn't expect you to understand the trip. Possibly because he doesn't quite know what triggered it himself.

He just simply wasn't expecting such a blunt question.

You almost regret opening your mouth when the silence stretches and you can't help but feel like a bug being observed beneath a scrutinizing golden lense. It's only when his expression softens and he scratches the back of his do you allow yourself to breathe, unsure of why you were so anxious to begin with.

"I realised that I had severely misjudged you. I'm trying to make up for it," Donatello mutters, a timidness to his voice that you have never witnessed previously within him.

Despite his words you can't help the indignation that claws at your chest, eventually climbing out of your mouth and into the air, "you never even gave me a chance.”

The turtle’s mouth closes softly, his silence encouraging you to continue, “You took one look at me and wrote me off completely.”

“I know,” he stammers, “I know I was wrong.”

“Then why?” You question with furrowed brows. What was it about you that repelled him so much? It was the million dollar question.

“I just,” he just about squeaked, casting his gaze downwards. You’d have thought it impossible for someone his size to seem small; yet, Donatello seemed to be shrinking into himself further by the second. “I didn’t know what to expect after my... ‘experiences’ with April; I just figured it would be logical to avoid you to prevent any future problems.”

You stare at him for a long moment, unable to form a coherent response. You had no idea as to what April and Donnie’s history entailed, you find that you almost don’t want to know. It’s clear that the reporter unknowingly had a detrimental effect on the turtle’s life. “What happened?” You find yourself whispering.

He shakes his head, “I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore. What matters is that I had wrongly assumed you to be the same.” Finally he pulls his gaze from the ground to meet yours,.“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

You nod your head, a strange feeling swelling in your chest. With a small smile you say, “no harm done.”

He shrugs, knowing that your words were a lie. He scuffs a crescent moon shape into the ground with his foot, unsure of how to appropriately change the topic.

You stick your hand out suddenly, watching as he flinches slightly from the energetic movement. He looks up at you, bewildered and confused.

“Let’s start again,” you grin. You state your full name as if meeting him for the first time and gesture towards the outstretched hand. He hesitantly takes it, a goofy smile quirking at the sides of his lips.

“Donatello,” he states, releasing a breathy sound of amusement border-lining a giggle as the entire mood shifts for the better. “It’s nice to meet you!”

You return the sentiment with mirth, buzzed with the opportunity of a clean slate and a prosperous new friendship.

#TMNT #TMNT Donatello #Donatello Hamato #TMNT Donnie #Donatello x Reader #TMNT Donatello x Reader #TMNT Donnie x reader #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2007 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt imagines #tmnt imagine

2K notes · View notes

writeyouin · 7 years

Text

Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – The Big Announcement

A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. Without further ado, let’s introduce more of the crew ^_^

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

After a good night’s sleep and a shower, you felt phenomenally better, until there was a loud rapping at the door. Your heart raced at the unwelcome sound because the few bots that you knew, apart from Ultra Magnus and Rung, entered without knocking but it was definite, you’d never heard this knock before. You kept quiet, waiting to see if the mystery visitor would leave.

“Human, I’m co-captain Megatron, please may I enter?”

You released the breath you’d been holding, Rodimus had warned you this might happen.

Finger combing your still wet hair and attempting to look a little better than possible in the bath robe made from an old cleaning cloth, you called, “Sure, come on in.”

Megatron entered stiffly, frowning uncomfortably at the situation; he’d planned on avoiding you completely but with the upcoming announcement, it wasn’t possible. You meanwhile, were eager to be on your best behaviour, especially since the ex-warlord had overcome his previous issues with organics to visit you.

“Hello,” You greeted, almost shyly.

Megatron merely nodded in response, looking slightly more formidable with his red-eyes trained upon you.

The two of you stood in awkward silence for countless minutes until it became clear you’d have to speak first.

“I’m glad you came, it was-”

“You should leave,” he cut you off.

“Excuse me?”

Megatron hated himself for the upset expression on your face; he’d put that there. “This ship is no place for humans. I’ve met with Rodimus and Ultra Magnus, the decision has been reached that I shall offer you a choice. You may stay and go about the course that has currently been set or we can drop you off on the nearest organic planet where you would fit in more adequately. Being on an organic-friendly planet can be very advantageous. First, it would be more equipped to match your needs, second…”

Megatron started listing all the advantages of planet life and disadvantages of ship life; you realised quickly that he’d practiced this before coming to see you, somewhat like a student reciting a presentation to a teacher.

“Do you hate organics?” You interrupted after around ten minutes.

The question shocked Megatron, sending him into a silent panic under the calm exterior; had he really given the impression of hatred rather than concern?

“No human, I simply worry about your welfare here.”

“If you don’t mind me saying so Megatron, your argument is biased, you never bothered explaining the benefits of ship life, like the fact we speak the same language, or that some of you know a little about caring for a human, not that I can’t take care of myself. Not to mention, I know people here who I can hopefully call friends, if not acquaintances and at least here, I know what I’m getting into; planet-life is a mystery. And hey, who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll find this isn’t working and need to move, if that happens, I’ll come to you and ask for advice on planetary choices; until then, you’re stuck with me just as much as I’m stuck with you. I hope you can accept that.”

There was a cheer from the other side of your door, most definitely Rodimus who’d probably been listening in from the start. Megatron sighed at the lack of professionalism and at your decision; he hated it even more that your answer seemed to be well-thought out and rational. There was nothing else to do but admit defeat, “Very well human.”

He turned to leave, you called after him, making him pause, “The name’s (Y/N) by the way, I hope I can stay long enough to learn it.”

Megatron shuffled out, wondering how he was going to deal with you later down the line. Outside your room, Rodimus was beaming triumphantly, “I told you he was sassy,” he grinned.

“She, Rodimus,” Megatron corrected, “She.”

“Frag!”

Now dressed in a plain, white, cotton shirt and pants and properly groomed, you took a few steadying breaths. You were hidden on a table behind Rodimus who was on a balcony above the crew, giving a long-winded speech that was somehow supposed to link to you.

“Without further ado,” Rodimus boomed, holding out his hand for you to stand on, and presenting you with a flourish, “Please welcome our newest crew-mate and only human, (F/N) (L/N).”

Noise erupted throughout the hall, some bots apprehensive, others disbelieving, a few furious, but most excited; it was truly overwhelming to be the centre of such attention. Questions of every possible sort were thrown at both captains which Rodimus silenced, shouting over the crowd, “Hey, hey, this is just as new to (Y/N) as it is to any of you and she is the one person surrounded by aliens and away from her home planet; try a little perspective, will ya? In the meantime, give her some room. If she approaches you and decides to tell her story, that’s fine but don’t all overcrowd her at once. (Y/N), do you have anything to add?”

You swallowed, glancing at the hundreds of bots below, Rung was among them, mouthing the word ‘breathe’ to you.

You nodded at him, addressing the crowd, “I know this is all a little new and scary but I think we can all get around this; if you have any questions later, I’ll try to answer them all, uh, thank you for your time.”

Swerve was delirious with excitement, there was a human on board. A human! Being so much smaller than the other mechs, he hadn’t really gotten a good look at you but that didn’t matter; he was going to make all the extra effort to meet you in person. He was so sure that it was going to be the best day of his life until he got to your hallway and saw the lengthy queue to your hub-suite. As far as the eye could see, mechs were lined up, the ones at the front pressing an audial to your door to see if you were even in.

Swerve’s mood plummeted; how on Cybertron would he meet you like this? Surely, there should be some kind of rule like the bots closest to your height got to meet you first, or better yet, bots with the most Earth knowledge. Still, his desperation to meet you was strong so if it took waiting the next three cycles waiting in line, he’d do it. Despite his strong resolve, Swerve quickly found he couldn’t wait long, mainly due to the amount of regulars at Swerve’s who kept finding him and demanding he opened the bar. As much as he wanted to stay and meet you, he did have patrons to serve. Plastering on a fake smile, Swerve headed jovially to the bar, hiding the disappointment he felt in his spark.

You cowered in the oversized supply closet, wishing desperately to be back in the safety of the hab-suite. The angry bot on the other side of the door continued screaming at you, “YOU HEAR THAT FLESH-STICK?! OL’ WHIRL’S GONNA KILL YA. HIDE IN THERE ALL YOU WANT, I’LL DESTROY YOU.”

You didn’t know what you’d done or said to offend Whirl but you prayed he’d calm down, fast.

“H-Hey, I’m really, really sorry for whatever I did, can we talk about this?” You quivered.

“TALK ABOUT IT! WHAT KIND OF WEAK SLAG IS THAT? GET OUT HERE SO I CAN FRAGGING CRUSH YOU.”

He blasted a hole through the door, making you squeal as he poked his optic through. You put up your hands, stammering, “Wait, wait, wait. Is it a human thing?”

“Finally, the blood-bucket gets it.”

“R-right, then you really don’t want to kill me because you’d be missing out on a huge opportunity.”

Whirl hesitated, glaring at you with contempt. Taking the pause as a good sign, you pressed on, “You want to kill humans but do you really know the most effective ways to do it? I mean, the best place you can learn it from is me so I’ll teach you some stuff I know if you don’t kill me now. You can still kill me later but just, wait a while?”

Whirl considered this and started laughing manically, “Alright bone bag, you teach me and I’ll leave you till last but if you trick me, I’ll peel the skin off your body, got it?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from the… strongest bot here. Like, who else has the sheer power to blast through a door like that?” You attempted, stroking Whirl’s ego and opening what remained of the door carefully.

Whirl flexed, “Well y’know, it takes only the best.”

“Exactly, you’re spectacular.”

Whirl picked you up forcefully, placing you on his shoulder, “Keep the compliments coming Tiny, you’ve got a while left.”

“A while till what?”

“Till I get you back to your hab-suite, you’re gonna need to be well-rested for complimenting me tomorrow.”

“Right, how smart of you.”

“Yeah, just like that.”

And so, you kept bragging about Whirl, begging to hear some of his greatest accomplishments as he carried you proudly past curious onlookers to your room.

Getting back was worse than you’d thought; there was a horde of bots awaiting your return who rushed towards Whirl upon spotting you. Whirl held you above his head with one claw, firing a warning shot from his chest, “FIRST GUY TO TOUCH THE FLESH STICK GETS SCRAPPED.”

Everyone froze, examining Whirl to gauge whether he meant it or not. You squirmed against the pain blossoming in your chest where Whirl was gripping you tightly. Fortunately, the pain didn’t last long, you were lowered back to the floor as the mechs dispersed, all shooting hateful looks at Whirl on their way by. After that, only two remained, a large orange and white bot and a much smaller black and white one who wasn’t too much taller than you.

“What? You didn’t hear me?”

“Lay off it Whirl, Rewind just has a question for (Y/N),” the taller bot said, placing a loving hand on Rewind’s shoulder.

You felt comforted by the sight of the two bots, everything about them showed they were a couple; it was nice to see how some bots weren’t the different to humans in certain respects.

“I don’t know if my human even wants to talk to you. (Y/N)?”

You were quite glad to get away from Whirl after seeing how unstable he was. “For now I think it’ll be okay, you two want to come into my room?”

Despite the lack of a mouth, Rewind seemed to smile, “We’d love to, right Chromedome?”

Chromedome looked less certain but nodded anyway.

Reluctantly, Whirl turned to go, “You two are lucky she likes you, see you tomorrow meat bag.”

You let the two bots in hastily, apologising for the lack of Cybertronian sized furniture, and using the lift to raise you up to the table, closer to Chromedome’s height.

“Now, you had a question?”

“Yes,” Rewind confirmed, hardly containing his excitement. “You see, it’s my job to document history and I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, will you let me record some of your time on the ship? This is the only time most Cybertronians will see a human so…”

You glanced at the red light on Rewind’s helm, “Are you recording right now?”

“I’m always recording.”

“If you’re always recording, why do you need my permission?”

“Because I don’t just want to get scraps of you when we happen to cross paths, I want to be your shadow, please.”

“I don’t know… Am I really that interesting? I mean, you guys are so advanced and all.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re incredible and-” Rewind sighed, “I know I’m asking a lot but I’d love to hear about your culture, interests, philosophy, biology, everything.”

You mulled it over, ready to reject the proposal until you saw the hope in the small bot’s optics; you couldn’t deny that. “I’ll tell you what, you help me find my feet, tell me which bots to meet or avoid, give me a bit of a tour and you can film me.”

“Really?!” Rewind practically jumped for joy, “Great, where do we start? What’s your routine now? Have you settled into one yet? What about-”

You held up a hand, silencing him, “Tomorrow you can film me. Right now, I need to sleep.”

“Sleep! This keeps getting better, can I record you sleeping?”

You stared disbelievingly, looking to the other bot for help. Chromedome took the hint, giving Rewind’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Oh right,” Rewind flushed, embarrassed at his lack of manners, “Sorry, you probably want some privacy. Uh, how long do humans recharge?”

You looked at the clock, unable to read Cybertronian time measurements, “Can you give me eight hours?”

“You got it, eight hours,” Rewind babbled happily, leaving the room with Chromedome in tow, “Sweet dreams (Y/N).”

You saw them out, pressing a button on a nearby remote to lock the door afterwards. Then, stumbling over to the bed, you fell asleep within seconds of hitting the mattress.

356 notes · View notes

designationpinknoise · 7 years

Text

How Prowl met Janis 1/2

:: | ::= Thoughts

It's was just a normal day in the daily grind Janis got up put on her school uniform brushed her hair and rode her bike to school, when she waited at the lights for the walk signal a cop came speeding down the road almost hitting her! the blonde squeaked as the car managed to swerve and passed slammed on it's brakes.

Janis let out a sigh of relief, before riding up to the cop car and narrowed her eyes at the tinted windows "Learn to drive space cadet!" she hissed giving the headlight a light kick, and continuing on her way. she thought she heard someone apologize, but didn't spare a second glance.

Meanwhile

"Bluestreak!"

"I'm sorry I was wasn't paying attention! and girl just rode out in front me and I saw her at the last.."

"Quiet! do you have any idea what would've happened if you had hit that girl? at the speed you were going?! go back to base!"

"But-...Kay"

Prowl ex-vented why Prime didn't let Jazz or Bumble-bee come on patrol him with he'll never know! at least that know how to pay attention to the damn road and traffic laws...he scooped out the neighborhood to make sure no one had heard or saw the near miss,

but no humans were detected, he ex-vented again before turning down the same way the girl went only for his radar to go haywire! there was a decepticon heading his way fast! dammit! he radioed base and Bluestreak to come back.

At the same time

Janis was at her locker and felt a chill go up her back; she whirled around and saw Marvin looking down at his phone while walking to the student council meeting room only walk face first into the door frame,

The blonde blinked must have been her imagination, she shrugged before a loud explosion knock her back into the row of locker her ears rang as the blurry images flooded her vision then Janis felt something hit her chest then everything went dark.

Prowl grunted as he landed he was thrown into a school building luckily it was mostly empty, as it was early the staff and student weren't there yet, or so police mech thought he saw a boy running away from the building.

Then froze when he looked down and saw a girl buried in rubble! he recognized her too; she was the one Bluestreak almost ran over, he went to comm for help. but his comm wasn't working,

Prowl growled as he looked over to Bluestreak and the lambo twins who were fighting Bonecrusher, then back at the girl then realized something... his scanners weren't picking up her heartbeat, his spark dropped as he dug the girl out and quickly looked up way to start up a heart..."Defibrillation?"

he said before looking down at his spark chamber...This was very either a good or bad idea... that sounded good in theory or on paper,

but right now? There were no options opening his chest plates. Prowl brought the girl to his chest and gave her a slight jolt and that's the last thing he remembered before blacking out...

Three days later...

Janis's eyes opened and was blinded by a bright light, she muffled voices and saw figures moving about, she tried to get up but was pushed down again, she hissed her head and chest were killing her,

"W-what happened? where am I?" she ask her hazel eyes finally adjusting "You in the hospital dear." she looked up at the older woman she was in a lab coat and had long ginger hair and laurel green eyes, who looked down at her warily Janis read the woman's tag Dr. C. Gates as the woman wrote something down.

"Do you remember your name?"

"Janis Pymm, Dr. Gates what happened to me?"

"There was a gas explosion at your school, the paramedics found you under some rubble."

"Gas explosion?..how long was I out for?"

The Doctor hummed "three days...looks like you got an extended spring break." the teen just gave the woman a blank look as she cleared her throat "by the way your friends stopped by..."

Janis looked to her bedside table and saw a large candy basket, flowers and cards. sitting on the table most of them were from classmates; who wished her well or thought it was her birthday...the flowers were from Marvin, but the basket...

who the hell were Jazon Zimri and Paul Rowe? "I think there may be mistake. I don't know any Paul or Jazon." Dr. Gates blinked then checked the tag on the basket "No mistake, it’s addressed to you." she showed Janis the tiny address and note.

[Get well soon sweetness, PS me n' Blu picked this out, Prowler doesn't know what the femmes like

Femmes?...was that some sort of new slang? the teen frowned and who the hell is Blu? "Maybe one of the first respondents got it for you?" Dr. Gates suggested as she wrote down other stuff, Janis shrugged still befuddled as odd tingle tugged in her chest. but, shrugged it off to her body still waking up.

"By the way we tried contacting your family, but no one answered." Janis grimaced and grabbed a small napkin and asked for a pen and wrote down a number

"it's my building manager." the doctor eyed her before nodding "I'm going to prescribe you, some pain killers for a cracked rib and your wrist, you got off lucky miss Pymm, also I'm sorry but you going to have scars over your right brow and left cheek,"

Janis listened to what the doctor said as she left to either attend to her other patients or call the number she gave her, Janis didn't know how long she was laying there for staring at the ceiling...

but, for what seemed like hours there was a knock on her door looked up and saw an old woman calmly walk, in and hug her before helping her sit up the old woman pull away and scanned the girl's face.

"Oh my goodness look at you."

"Hi to you too, miss Jackson..."

"Why didn't you say you were in the hospital? I nearly had a heart attack"

":: |Yeah because whose gonna pay you if i die?| :: I wasn't really awake until an hour ago.."

Don't get Janis wrong. Miss Jackson was nice lady... just so long as you have a big enough wallet to keep her in a good mood; and pay her rent on time. Damn Janis really missed the Kims!

at least they're rate was cheap and they'd give you an extra two weeks to get the money, Janis's scholarships and security job barely covered the grubby woman's rate.

She was looking for a new place to live, but, for now she's stuck "I'm only driving you home this once don't expect anymore generosity." the older woman chided as Janis went to say something only for Doctor Gates to return with Janis's school bag "Your gym clothes are in here, Luckily you bag got out untouched."

the ginger said giving Miss J the stink eye who looked the doctor with distaste, "May I talk with you?" she said to miss Jackson, who followed her out of the room as Janis changed and put her stuff in her back pack well except for the basket it was too big and flowers well were starting had pretty died.

so she threw them out and dumped the water before putting the vase into her backpack just as Doctor Gates came back in a very unhappy "what a bitch! urm...Sorry dear, did you know she was selling the apartment building?" the doctor asked Janis was floored "What?!"

Meanwhile two days earlier...

When Prowl onlined his mind was in disarray, he felt odd. almost lost as he stared at the base's ceiling, as Ratchet stepped in to check on him "Well, look who finally woke up!"

the medic said getting the SIC attention "w-when did I get here?" he asked as Ratchet helped him up. before smacking him up side the helm, he grunted and looked at the doc-bot confused "You, I thought you were one of the smart ones!"

Prowl was still confused as the terror twins suddenly came rushing in. loudly humming the wedding march; and throwing confetti and noise makers at Prowl. confusing the poor bot even more.

before a feeling of wariness and pain in his wrist and chest got his attention...His optics watched as Ratchet chased the twins out of his med-bay.

but, he blocked out whatever he was saying to them. He didn't even register Jazz walking in a patting his shoulder.

The Praxian jumped from the sudden touch "I gotta say Prowler n'vah thought ya for a commitment mech so waz er name?" Prowl blinked then stared at his friend confused as Ratchet butted in.

"he doesn't know."

"What do ya Mean?"

"He doesn't know her name, he took a damn risk! and they're both stuck with ramifications."

"Whoa, you Spark bonded with the li’l lady without knowin' er name or permission?"

Prowl gawked at the two, bonded? what were they talking about he wasn't...Then he remembered the girl! the school getting jumped by the cons, "Oh frag! The girl! she wasn't I-her heart stopped and I-"

The medic put his hand up to silence him "I know, Catherine told me you saved her however..." Ratchet winced "Just be thankful the girl was an E-type, other wise you’d both be dead right now."he huffed as Prowl's door wings stood straight up either in anger or fear;

neither Jazz or Ratchet knew, when Ratchet gave the SIC the okay the leave he was cornered by Bluestreak who bombarded him with questions he couldn't or wouldn't answer! before Jazz came to rescue him and said they were going to visit his "missus".

Much to Prowl's churning, he actually bit back to urge to yell 'she's not my mate!' but, that was lie...as three drove to the hospital.

Bluestreak suggested getting something for her; Jazz agree and they stopped at a shop, Prowl had no fricking clue what he was doing or how he was going to do this. ::What do earth femmes even like?:: he huffed in his head as his holo-form;

(which totally looks like agent smith from the matrix)

Stared intensely at a cactus, while Jazz and and Blue shook their heads at him "Even his avatar looks like it has stick up his aft" sniper whispered to the TIC who just hummed.

as he and Blu looked around, and found a large gift basket and buying it with the credit card the SILO foundation gave them. "let's go Prowler!" Jazz said grabbing Prowl by the elbow and pulled him out of the store.

when they got to the hospital, the nurse up front denied them entry since they didn't know the patient's name first or last. til Catherine noticed them on her way in and told the nurse they were with her.She led the boys to the sub-level hospital.

Catherine explained Janis's injuries Prowl cocked a brow ::So, her name is Janis...hm:: he immediately shook whatever ever he was going to think about, out of his mind.

and just ignore the damn bond, but, that over like a lead balloon the second they stepped foot into Janis's room "Whoa! you bonded with the girl I almost ran over?!" Bluestreak said pointing at the comatose blond as Jazz looked at the younger praxian oddly,

"You almost what?" Bluestreak immediately explained the whole situation as Prowl put the basket on the little nightstand next to Janis's berth and just stared at her, she was actually not bad looking, she was 'pretty' for a human.

his spark clenched a bit when he noticed the the stitches on her face and the cast on her wrist, Catherine did say she had a cracked rib. so, there's definitely a bruise under that gown no doubt.

it was his fault she ended up like this what was she even doing at that school so early? he spied one of the cards [Get well Vice-Prez! student council just ain't the same with out ya!- Nora] he briefly looked up what student council meant.

:: Oh, the who ever her school president is must asked her fill in.::

"Huh, what do ya know she's second in command of her peers."

"It's not wise to invade the personal space of others Jazz."

"Ey I just wanted to see Freckles up close, she's pretty cute, too bad I didn't see her first."

Jazz joked with a mock pout, Prowl didn't seem to take his joke to well , as he let out a growl before shaking his head and calming down then noticed they were missing someone

"where's Blue?" the TIC looked at his friend "Oh, he wouldn't settle down, so i told em' to check and make sure our parking pass hadn't expired." the agent smith like avatar nodded before Dr. Gates returned "I hate to be that gal, but visiting hours are over. Jazz and Prowl nodded and Jazz's Avatar disappeared.

Prowl made a move like he was going kiss Janis before he caught himself "what the hell am I doing?!" he exclaimed out loud as Dr. Gates watched him somewhat annoyed as she had other patients to see.

"I don't know, but, you might want to give that avatar makeover, before someone thinks you're some 40yr old pedophile." she advised a little creeped out by the whole scene; the police mech gave her the stink eye before disappearing.

When Optimus had heard about Prowl and Janis; he wasn't angry or anything just surprised...confusing his SIC he assumed Prime would be furious!?

then Hilary came to visit and Prowl noticed the sudden change in his leader's behavior, when the SILO leader met Optimus's gaze and smiled at him,causing the leader to sit up a little straighter.

as Prowl finally connected the dots on Prime and commander Bellamy's relationship, how long had this been going on!? he went to intervene when a tiny voice yelled :: | He said while bonded to a earthling!| :: and bit his glossa he's pretty much 'Calling the kettle black' as the humans say...

two days later.

Prowl’s mate was awake. he could sense her confusion, alertness,and distaste then it stopped; as wave of anger and despair suddenly shot through his senses.

he was tempted to see her but, Ratchet told him keep his distance and take it slow. and let her get used to everything. then she’ll come to him.

Prowl growled to himself, his door wings twitched; his optics kept focusing and unfocusing. as all his protocols were telling him to seek out his mate.

end part 1

(This prowl in based of of the Transformers Prime design.)

#Prowl #Transformers Prime #transformers fanfiction #my stuff #prime prowl #transformers universe #maccadam #jazz #bluestreak #ficlet #my writes #accidental sparkbond

1 note · View note

thelimpingalpaca · 5 years

Text

Iron Man Infinity Stone: None Villains: The Ten Rings, Obadiah “Iron Monger” Stane The Ten Rings cell that had Tony is dead, so is the group that Obie had executed by his guys (something that is never brought up again, are they like Black Water?), Raza is unknown, Obadiah is killed by Pepper.

Back In Black! I’d forgotten it started with the convoy kidnapping A whiskey tumbler in a humvee? Be a little more ostentatious Tony. This is an excellent introduction to his character Oh that phone. So 2008. The pressure wave from that explosion should have liquefied him Las Vegas- 36 hours earlier That’s not the Howard we know Is Rhodey supposed to be younger than Tony? “My great mentor.” Happy is so young. “And what about The Merchant of Death?” Christine Everhart is not fucking around. “Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.” Howard is just the worst. That mansion really is fantastic. Pepper is fucking brutal and I love her.

His flight should have left at 5:30, it’s past 7 MIT commencement in June- so March-ish Deflect and absorb. That’s Tony in a nutshell Rhodey has been waiting for three hours at what appears to be a Stark Industries private airport Rhodey is salty and it is well deserved. Tony is being a dick. Bagram Air Base- Afghanistan Stark Industries Freedom Line Proprietary repulsor technology Tony’s a little racist with that line about the bad guys not wanting to come out of their caves. Oh that Verizon phone The funvee Tony’s the goddamned luckiest man alive. Having an operation with minimal anesthetic in a non-sterile environment and not getting taken out by a staph infection Ugh not the nose tube Yinsen is a genius Headed into your atrial septum Electromagnet keeping the shrapnel from entering his heart “How did they get my guns?” at least he really believes that his company is good. “Welcome Tony Stark, the most famous mass murderer in the history of America.” They hold his head underwater to get him t build the missile and he hears Pepper call his name “When you’re done he will set you free.” “No he won’t.” “No, he won’t.” Yinsen lectures him about not dying like this. About a last act of defiance. But he thinks he’ll be dead in a week. “Well then, this is a very important week for you.” Yinsen gives him the low down on the Ten Rings Palladium. .15 grams. He needs 1.6 at least. Are you just now learning his name? WTF Tony? 3 gigajoules per second I have always heard this line as it could warm your heart but I think it’s supposed to be run. Which makes more sense. I’m still not sure why the magnet wouldn’t eventually extract the shrapnel on it’s own. But I don’t think I’m supposed to think about it that hard. Yinsen is from Gulmira. He has a family. Tony does not. A man who has everything and nothing. They have until tomorrow. Tony the blacksmith. It’s a good look Is nobody watching the camera feed? He as to memorize how many steps and turns to get out. The timeline is accelerated “I’m gonna go buy you some time.” “Stick to the plan.” And then Yinsen breaks my fucking heart by firing at the ceiling the whole time. He can’t kill these men even to save himself. You should be afraid of the dark. That is how you do a reveal I missed this part in the theater cause I had to pee “This was always the plan, Stark.” “Thank you, for saving me.” “Don’t waste your life.” There are so many parallels to Steve holding a dying Erskine. Tony burns it all and flies away from the explosion like a badass. Almost And then he wanders the desert like Jesus Which I think makes Rhodey God That hug And Pepper’s tears Tony! Go to a doctor Their relationship is just the best He was in captivity for 3 months “Press conference. Cheeseburger first.” Hey Coulson SHIELD wants to debrief Stark “I never got to say goodbye to my father.” Tony has doubts This whole speech is great and his character just keeps circling back to systems with no accountability What is that look on Rhodey’s face? Is it disappointment or sadness? Worry? Tony wants to do better They haven’t had a breakthrough in arc reactor tech in 30 years (so 1980?) “No more of this ready, fire, aim business.” God, Obie’s manipulation hurts Tony why is your PA helping you perform open heart surgery on yourself? This is not acceptable. He’s going into cardiac arrest The way she says “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to make this okay.” While freaking out “I don’t have anyone but you.” Tony, you are lying about not being nostalgic Spring break 1987 Tony wants to bring Rhodey in on Iron Man Rhodey wants him to take time to get his mind right What are those glyphs on his keyboard? Why do you keep the bot if it’s not helpful? Is that possibly nostalgia? The fire extinguisher gag never gets old “I thought you were done making weapons?” “This is a flight stabilizer.” And he goes flying. A+ writing “I didn’t expect that.” Stocks dipped 56.5 points He has controlling interest in the country Day 11, test 37 Does lecturing the bots make you feel better? “Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.” Listen to your AI Tony, you built him to care about you and he would like you to not die. There’s a built in sort of parachute function that stabilizes him while he’s falling and the suit is dead. What happens to that function? I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t have fallen through the roof and the floor but it’s funny And the fire extinguisher Proof that Tony Stark has a heart Seraphim tactical satellite Tony Stark’s 3rd Annual Benefit for Firefighters Rumor is that he’s been bed ridden for weeks Jarvis, I love you Estimated completion time on the new suit is five hours Obie you monster “Give me a scotch, I’m starving.” 24th at 7pm at SI Tony being utterly distracted by Pepper in that dress He is taller than her and it is laughable Coulson is judging you Pepper’s freak out is completely reasonable Tony doesn’t get it And she tries to kiss him and he doesn’t reciprocate “Like, at least 3 olives.” Oh look, the last woman he slept with. He thinks this confrontation is about sex and is reasonably panicked It’s about Gulmira “Well I’m not my company.” Tony had no idea about the double dealing Obie locked him out. Filed the injunction and then claims it’s about protecting him Tony hate watches the news That is shockingly clear news footage The Ten Rings is ISIS When did you have time to build that assembly machine? Also his tactical scuba suit It’s a badass looking scene though Is it snowing or is that ash? 8 dead men “He’s all yours.” Is too libertarian for me. A shot from a tank can’t kill him. At least 5 more dead Edwards Air Force Base, California They can’t figure out what agency the bogie is with Col. Rhodes from Weapons Development Get better at lying maybe? Whiplash One He can go super sonic and has flares for misdirection And he destroys a billion dollar jet with his abs F22 inside a legal no fly zone Rhodey wants plausible deniability The training exercise bit “This is not the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.” Her horror at the bullet holes That sonic emitter is cool But why leave Raza alive and kill all of his men? Tony needs Pepper to hack “I’m gonna find my weapons and destroy them.” “There is the next mission and nothing else.” Where is this man during the Avengers? “I shouldn’t be alive unless it’s for a reason.” She doesn’t want to watch him die. But she’ll help him do the right thing, cause he’s all she has too And I love that they tell each other that Sector 16 She finds out Obie paid to have Tony killed At least she’s a good liar Obie wears his pants like a racist “Tony never did come home did he?” Why would you have that stuff on the SI server? Coulson’s there so it must be 7 on the 24th And Pepper is smart enough to take the agent with her “Tony Stark was able to build this in a cave with a box of scraps!” And Obie is the worst. When did he become indifferent enough to Tony to do this? What is that thing that extracts the arc reactor? Did he get it from the basement? “Your father, he helped to give us the Atomic bomb. Now what kind of world would it be today if he was as selfish as you?” a better fucking world! We did not need the atomic bomb. Tony’s face “Too bad you had to involve Pepper in this. I would’ve preferred that she lived.” Does he like her or is it just caue killing them both is too messy? Pepper to the rescue And Rhodey just accepts what she’s telling him He looks so miffed that the bot was helpful “Good boy.” Pepper has five agents as back up “Keep the skies clear.” What are all those chains for? The super villain aesthetic? Pepper runs like a boss over grating in four inch heels And Obie climbs out of the ground like a horrible bug “Your services are no longer required.” Obie, please The family in the van is very Spielberg Power 19 percent “For 30 years I’ve been holding you up!” “I built this company from nothing and nothing’s going to sand in my way.” Was he running the company while Howard was off at SHIELD? Cause the company existed in the 40s. So… “Sir, it appears his suit can fly too.” Jarvis, please “I know the math!” Rhodey and the training exercises The icing problem He’s on emergency back up power Pepper needs to overload the reactor and blow the roof “Trying to rid the world of weapons you gave it its best one ever.” Pepper Kills Obie That “Tony!” is the same one from the cave God-titanium alloy SHIELD is covering it up, Rhodey is helping They’re saying Obie is on vacation and his small plane goes down They have a moment and Pepper drags him like she should. “Will that be all Mr. Stark?” “Yes, that will be all Ms. Potts.” “That would be outlandish and… fantastic.” “The truth is… I am Iron Man.” Fade to Black Sabbath Post credits “You think you’re the only superhero in the world. You become part of a bigger universe, you just don’t know it.” Boy has he been waiting for fifteen years to say that “I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”

#Iron Man #IM #notes #marvel rewatch #mcu #tlap

1 note · View note