#bro if i had little enough symptoms of whatever that i could do stuff by myself anyway i wouldnt fucking be ghere paying 200zł for the most

[rapidhighway]

#okay sorry for venting but i’ve been processing that session for months #like im the one who fucked up that session because i couldnt make myself say anything and actually naming any problem i have #felt like im begging to have a bunch of excuses #and god that paychologist really made me feel like i imagined all of that for attention and now im back here again and im once again #realizing my brain is just fucked up and what do i do now because if i went to a session now #i would be in the same situation where i can’t say anything that actually bothers me #so i guess im in deep shit forever or at least until i stop having some fucking mental block or whatever #im just fucking tired bro……. #she told me everyone is a little bit autsitic and that’s it WHAT #bro if i had little enough symptoms of whatever that i could do stuff by myself anyway i wouldnt fucking be ghere paying 200zł for the most #ruining hours of my life thank you so much. #instead i have to use everyone in my life as a crutch because i literally just can’t function without help IUOUOUGHHH #god im so sorry okay im gone im just really going through it rn #vent

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies: Chapter One

ooo chapter one! chapter two is on the way! big thanks to @edward-or-ford for all the help brainstorming and editing!

Chapter One: The Dating Issue   

What a tragic attraction; what’s the point of romance?- Neon Trees, Teenager in Love

Mabel Caroline Pines, age 17, had never had a boyfriend.

It’s not like she didn’t want one. She totally did. Her parents were both super encouraging. Sometimes she thought they might even be pushing her into dating.

There were two problems with this. The first was that Mabel had a soulmark, and nobody wanted to go on a date with somebody who had a soulmark. Why bother? Clearly their soulmate is already in their life, so there’s not much point.

Mabel had always had a soulmark. For as long as she could remember, there it was, on her wrist. Taunting her. Mocking her. Hahaha, laughing at her inability to find her stupid soulmate, wherever he’d run off to. She’d just come home from preschool one day and there it was, her mom had told her. Whoever her soulmate was, she didn’t remember him. He obviously went to her school (her lack of withdrawal symptoms told her that) and she was forever trying to peek at boys’ wrists to see if it was them. It wasn’t, but she tried anyway.

The second problem was that Mabel was desperately, hopelessly, stupidly, ridiculously in love with someone already. She’d been in love with him for years, which was the opposite of smart, because he was the last person in the world who would ever look at her that way. Like, ever. Ever ever.

Even so, she waited eagerly for each of his texts, staying up late more often than not just to talk to him. He’d put a beehive in her stomach, and the bees went freakin’ nuts whenever she was around him or even thought about him (which was basically all the time, Christ, get it together, Mabel!). So basically her stomach was all buzz buzz buzz all day long.

He made her so nervous and so happy, but he also made her incredibly sad. She knew he couldn’t see her like that. There was no way. So she’d been stuck pining after him since she was, like, fourteen. Which, whatever. She was used to it.

She was on her way to see him, as it happened. Or rather, she and her parents were. Her parents always accompanied them, and watched them together constantly.

Mabel went to visit her brother (yeah, okay, she’s in love with her brother, shut up, it is what it is) in Gravity Falls, Oregon (or Mount Hood for a ski trip if it was warm) multiple times a year. Usually once every few months. She didn’t know Dipper as well as she would’ve liked to. At least, not in person. Sure, they texted all the time, and they even Skyped a decent amount, but she didn’t get to hang out with him unless her parents were watching them. Which was suuuuuper weird, but her parents had always been weird about some stuff.

Most parents didn’t want their daughters dating. This was not the case with Mabel’s parents. They always seemed annoyed when she didn’t have a date for Homecoming. On Valentine’s Day, Mabel’s mom always asked if any of the boys had confessed to her (they hadn’t; everyone knew Mabel had a soulmark at this point, despite the social taboo against discussing such things), and was visibly disappointed at Mabel’s annual response of “no”.

Mabel got the feeling that if a boy did ever ask her out, her parents would expect her to go out with him whether she liked him or not.

“Just give him a chance, honey,” her dad had told her once when she asked what to do if a boy she didn’t like asked her out.

Mabel’s mom had nodded, saying, “you might like him more than you thought!”

Mabel didn’t have much of a desire to give anybody a chance if she wasn’t interested. Why waste each other’s time? Frankly, she’d been longing after Dipper so long she didn’t think she had it in her to even try thinking about another boy that way.

Her phone’s text tone sounded, and Mabel felt a smile grace her lips.

Dipper: are you here yet?

She stifled a giggle and texted him back.

Me: not yet, silly. I think we’ve got like fifteen minutes left, so we’re close

Dipper: well hurry up

She was thinking of a reply when several minutes passed and he texted again.

Dipper: I miss you

She smiled. It was really freakin’ hard not to feel hopeful when he said things like that. He doesn’t see you that way, Mabel! Get over it!  

Me: I miss you, too, Bro Bro!

“Mabel,” her mom said, getting her attention. Her head snapped up.

“Yeah?”

“You sure you’re good to stay at your friend’s tonight?” Mrs. Pines asked. “We don’t want to impose on the Chius, and it’s your first night here since last year.”

Mabel bounced excitedly in her seat at the thought of a sleepover with her friends as soon as she got into town. Her friends, Dipper, Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford, Dipper- all her favorite Gravity Falls peeps in one place!

“Absotively, Momster!” Mabel nodded emphatically. “It’s been waaaaaay too long since I’ve gotten to hang with my GF GFs! Plus, I’m seventeen now! I’m old enough to properly find my soulmate, y’know!” She learned forward conspiratorially, her seatbelt locking against her neck and completely missing the way her parents flinched. “And I know the girls have got some major boy talk to dish out that they’ll only share in person!”

“Remember, Mabel,��� said Mr. Pines firmly. “No-““Touching the Dipster, yeah yeah, I know,” she grumbled. “Stupid I’ll-die-if-I-touch-my-twin allergy.”

Mrs. Pines rolled her eyes as they pulled up to the Mystery Shack. “Okay, let’s go say hi.”

Standing in front of the Mystery Shack, however, was Dipper, one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling through his phone.

He looked up when they pulled into the clearing the Shack was in, and a huge grin split across his face when he saw their car. Mabel unlocked her seatbelt before the car had fully stopped.

“Mabel, wait-“ before Mrs. Pines could even finish her sentence, Mabel had opened the door and jumped out of the car. “...until the car has stopped.”

Mabel had barely even heard her, tripping over her feet to get to her brother. Squealing, Mabel stopped several feet away from Dipper, squirming excitedly.

“Dipper!” She squealed.

He put his phone into his hoodie and shoved his hand in his pockets. “Hey, Mabes,” he grinned at her.

His eyes were kinda twitchy, and he wasn’t looking right at her. He was kinda… looking over her shoulder, or at the car, or at her parents, but never her. Was that… nervousness? Nah, of course not. He’s got no reason to be nervous. Unless maybe he got her or their parents a risky gift and he’s not sure how they’ll feel about it? But no, Dipper knows what they like, he’s got no reason to be nervous.

Mabel dismissed the thought.

The thing about Mabel one must understand is that Mabel is a hugger. She hugs everyone, and not being allowed to was very difficult. Risk of dying or not, this no-touching thing was the absolute      worst    . Not being able to hug Dipper after not seeing him for months was awful. Her parents had been super extra adamant about it this time, too. Even more so than they usually were.

One time, Mabel saw an episode of this show where this guy brought dead people back to life by touching them and if he touched them a second time they died permanently, but the guy had this girlfriend he wanted to hold hands with and stuff and they worked around it. Why couldn’t they do something like that? Mabel’s parents had said no, though.

Which sucked because Mabel really wanted to touch Dipper. Like, she really     really wanted to touch Dipper. Seeing him now, being just a few feet from him, not touching him felt… wrong. All wrong. There was something very very wrong with this no-touching situation.

The longer she stood there not touching him, the more it felt like there were needles under her skin, poking at her from the inside.

Their parents stepped out of the car after what seemed like an eternity (in reality, it was about thirty seconds or less), breaking Mabel out of her stupor. “Okay, kids, let’s bring the presents inside,” said Mrs. Pines. “Dipper, can you help? I’m going to go tell your uncles we’re here.” Dipper nodded, walking around to the back of the car with Mabel in tow.

“Ugh, Dip,” Mabel groaned. “The drive was so long and after school just got out yesterday sitting for the whole freakin’ car ride was the worst!”

She was trying really hard not to blush. Honestly, she was! It’s just that from behind, she could see his butt so well when he walked, and he had just the nicest butt ever and it was soooooo hard not to stare at it. Anyone would’ve stared! Really! It was physically impossible not to.

“I know, you were telling me that the whole way here,” he turned to face her as they reached the trunk, a grin on his face.

Ugh. Not that grin! No, anything but that grin! It made her heart flutter and the bees swarm! Dammit, Dipper, couldn’t you be a little less attractive? Just a little bit? For the good of humanity! Okay, really just Mabel, but she was part of humanity and she deserved a normal brother/sister relationship that didn’t involve her staring at his butt when he walked, right?

Mrs. Pines had opened the trunk, grabbed a meticulously wrapped present, and stepped back, waiting patiently. Reaching into the trunk, Mabel went to grab the same present that Dipper did. They were so close, standing side by side, and their hands nearly touched. They both pulled back abruptly, each looking down to mutter a quiet apology.

It was so hard to resist inching closer to him. Even with years of practice, somehow, it had gotten harder. God, how had it gotten harder? She’d gotten used to ignoring the suffocating need to touch him, hadn’t she? Jesus, Mabel, get a grip, girl!

He smiled slightly at her again, and Mabel thought her heart might stop.

#gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #pinecest #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #fanfic #looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies #my writing

[dangan-happy]

[PW: Beep boop, I'm stuck in a chicken coop]

(Idk what to tw/cw this as, sadly. I guess self doubt?)

To Kiibo and Kaito;

Hello, this is my first time here, but you guys can call me Fanatic Anon. I just took two tests, and the first one didn't really bother me but the second one did. The second one was a reading test, and I have a lot of trouble reading. It made me feel really bad about myself since it's a normal and easy ability that everybody should have, but I don't. I can read it, but I often can't pick up the information I get from it. I also feel bad about self diagnosing myself with adhd and ocd. I relate to a lot, if not, all the symptoms of adhd and a lot of the symptoms of ocd too. Sometimes I feel like I don't actually have it and I'm just looking for attention, and which I might not have it and I just can't function properly. I also get annoyed really easily, usually when someone says something, for example; someone can like a ship I don't ship, and it's a valid ship, and I'll just get annoyed. I just feel like I'm a bad person because of that and I shouldn't be annoyed so easily especially because it's usually something I don't agree with. Also my friends are really aggressive to me and I always end up recoiling a little in fear, and I know they're just playing, but it still scares me and whenever I tell them to stop they don't listen.

Anyways, that's all for now. Thanks in advance!

- Fanatic Anon

What's up and welcome bro!! I'm your host, Mr. Luminary of the Stars! Man, I swear I'm gonna scare people off this blog, my bad, I hope your day's going well! Fanatic anon huh?! I feel like there's some wordplay somewhere in there. Fanon, fa-non-tic, I don't know. Ok, random bullshit over, time to do my actual job! Damn, two tests at once? That's never fun, good job getting through them though! Yikes, reading. I'm not too great at reading either, don't worry. I know a lot of people make fun of reading ability which isn't cool. A lot of people have reading struggles, and that's ok. It's seriously not something to make fun of. Hey man, don't feel bad. Reading isn't easy for everyone like I said, you can't help it and it's ok. Yeah, I kinda do that with reading too. I usually have to read things two or three times over so the information sticks. From what I've heard, a lot of people do that, so maybe reading stuff multiple times over can help you out. If there's not enough time in the test for that, maybe you can ask for a time extension, there's no shame in that. You seriously can't help your reading struggles, it's not your fault and if your teacher has brain cells, they'll give you a little extra support.

Ok, self diagnosing anything is a slippery slope, but I can totally understand seeing similarities in the diagnosis and your own behavior. I don't think you're looking for attention if you're genuinely struggling. This is probably an obvious answer, but I think the best solution for this is to see if you can get tested for these things for real. If I could diagnose you I would, but like I can't do that, I'm no doctor of the stars. Do stars even need doctors?? Ok, that's a question for another time, so moving on!

Ships are crazy man, that's kind of a given. I'm not even gonna give my opinions on shipping because I'm scared I'll accidentally start something. The point is that it's ok to have your own opinion and get annoyed, you can't help how you feel. However, there's a difference between feeling your feelings and forcing those feelings on someone else. You don't have to like every ship, but you also don't have to force your opinions on everyone else. It's a lesson lots of people in the shipping community need to learn, and in my opinion you're doing pretty damn awesome bro! As long as you're keeping any annoyance to yourself and keeping things civil in public, everything seems a-ok to me.

Ok, as a friend who often takes things too far, I'm gonna assume that your friends don't mean any harm, but your feelings are one hundred percent valid. If you've told them to stop and they haven't you gotta sit down with them and have a serious talk. If these people are really your friends, they'll realize you're serious and make an effort to change things. You're not being selfish or unreasonable or anything, you have a right to be comfortable in your interactions. So advocate for your needs! Alright, I think I covered it all. You're welcome man! I'm glad you came to the blog! I know you already said you're going by fanatic anon, but I keep reading it as fantastic anon because you seem like a cool person. Ok, yeah that was really cheesy, but I'm going with it! You got this, ok? Reading, ships, friends, you can handle it all. Now get out there and be fantastic!!

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Greetings Fanatic Anon, it's rather nice to meet you! That aside, I would first like to congratulate you on getting past your examinations for the day. It's never easy having to get through one test, let alone two, so I'm proud of you for at least getting those finished, even if reading isn't your best subject.

Speaking of which, I should probably move onto that subject now. Well, it is completely natural for everyone to have their own strengths and weaknesses, and yours just so happens to be reading. Despite it being something that may be tedious for some, it's a challenge for you, and that's completely okay.

You may want some extra practice or even some extra time as Kaito suggested to help you succeed at the subject, and I wish to tell you that it is completely fine to ask for those things. You need to do what's best for you, and as long as you try your best, l believe that you'll be alright. Do what is best for you to succeed.

Though, there's something else that Kaito stated that I would want to expand upon further. Yes, I am mentioning the self-diagnosing. Listen, while it's amazing that you found something that describes your struggles well, it's also not best to jump to conclusions. It's probably best that you get a professional's opinion on this. At least with that, you can get more of the help you need in your everyday life, and also have some more confirmation.

I'm not saying it's wrong to relate to the symptoms nor that you're attention-seeking by any means, especially when you really do struggle, but rather that it's best that you put an actual label on it. Does that make any sense? At least, hopefully it does. I'll move onto the next subject now.

Onto the irritation, I wouldn't say that you're a bad person either for being irritated sometimes, or losing your cool at all. Of course, you can't be rude about your opinions, but that does not mean you can't feel annoyance by any means. You can't exactly control your emotions all the time, after all.

Though, I would like to agree with Kaito one last time. If you haven't already, try and be more firm with your friends. More likely than not, they're just messing around, and hopefully they'll eventually realize that you're being serious about their remarks. It could take a while for them to stop, due to habits, but they'll at least make the effort in to do so.

Anyways, I actually had a bit of fun answering this ask Fanatic Anon. Thank you for sending this in, and I really hope that Kaito and I were able to help somehow. I wish you the best in the future, whatever it may hold. Farewell.

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #Kaito Momota #K1-B0 #Kiibo #Mod Kaito #Mod Keebs

[trashtheater101]

Prompts

Been meaning to make this for a while: Free list of skele-prompts! No credit needed (although I’d love to read it if you make one, maybe drop me a note?), and feel free to change ANY of the details or ships. This list is meant to ✧INSPIRE✧ not restrict. 

These are largely old ideas that I realize I’m probably never going to get around to writing myself and thought I’d share. Mostly Papcest, but there’s some left open for Fontcest and Sanscest, and you can always change it up. I probably forgot some, so I’ll add to it as I remember them.

RoyalMoney (Poppy/Cash)

Poppy is a wealthy, and unbearably bored Nigerian prince. Kept safe and sound, a prisoner in the castle by his overprotective brother, Poppy is allowed only limited contact with the guards or servants, and nothing at all with the outside world. When a thief breaks in through his bedroom window (captured easily by the Great Prince Poppy! He’s sheltered, not helpless!), Poppy can't help being intrigued… [His brother can shove it; He’s decided to keep this one.]

Fellcest (Red/Edge)

Red is a scientist. Or at least he used to be. He’s studied the wonders of the universe, tested the limits of time-space, and even broken through the divides between worlds. […none of it compared to learning the way his brother reacts to flirting.]

SpicyHoney (Edge/Stretch(Rus))

Edge is a loyal knight, through and through, and Rus is the true heir to the throne. Edge is determined to protect him no matter the cost. Even now that the kingdom has been overthrown and they were barely able to escape with their lives. Even now that they must keep moving, and live in hiding, lest Rus be captured and executed. Even though Rus is used to being pampered and spoiled, and Edge is the only one left to treat him with the sort of devotion and reverence that a true prince deserves. [Originally a Edge x Anyone, but the pouty, stubborn prince kept morphing into Rus, soooo…]

Edge and Stretch are stuck in a car together for a long trip, and expect to bicker the whole time. Unfortunately 5 minutes in one of them accidentally confesses. Neither are prepared for this, and now the car ride is spent dealing with THIS instead... oh dear… 

Stretch needs to get a physical. Cool, no big, even doctors aren’t sure what to do with a pile of bones, so no point in being embarrassed, and—bonus!—most don’t know how skeleton magic works, so he gets to skip the more invasive stuff. Except—wait—this time his doctor is a skeleton? A really hot skeleton?? And since Stretch is missing so much from his chart, he’s getting a THOROUGH exam??? ...great… [Bonus points for Stretch aggressively flirting to hide his nerves, “w-wow doc. i don’t usually spread my legs before the first date, haha. guess you must be special.”]

SpicyBBQ (Edge/Slim)

Edge’s new lamia is a dominant type, strong, and eager to breed him. But Edge isn’t inclined to submit, and he’s pretty sure he knows exactly how to tame his horny pet. [Succeed or fail, both are tasty~.]

MapleBlossom (Slim/Papyrus)

Slim is the lead singer/guitarist/drummer in an up and coming band. Hanging out at an afterparty of one of his shows, some cute little groupie, or a fan, or whatever, catches his attention when they start chatting him up. Slim is charmed, and while he’s got a pretty firm rule about not fucking the fans, he’s gotta make an exception this time. He’s gonna rock this groupies world. [Except that Papyrus isn’t a groupie. Or a fan. He was just invited along by a friend and thought this stranger might want someone to talk to. But boy is he flattered by all the attention! Is this… flirting?!?] 

SweetMoney (Sugar(HT!Pap)/Cash)

Taking his first ever train trip to the big city, Sugar ends up sitting next to a stranger. Cash seems friendly enough on the ride, but when they get off he refuses to leave??? He keeps insisting it’s too dangerous for someone like Sugar to be alone in the city, and that all well and good, but Sugar’s pretty sure he has a stalker now??? Blood had warned him about this… oh well… For a stalker, Cash is awfully charming. 

Edge x _______

Edge is an Alpha. All the Papyruses are Alphas, so of course he’s an Alpha. He is the most Alpha-y-est Alpha to ever Alpha, thank you very much. And as long as he keeps taking his Alpha-supplements, surely no one will be any the wiser. But the supplements can only repress his instincts so much when he’s surrounded by so many fine, aggressively-dominant Alphas. And let’s be real, how long would it really take a group of Alphas to notice an Omega in their midst? [Easily could be one-on-one, but this prompt is feeling pretty gang-bang-y to me~] 

In hindsight I think I may have seen this idea around before (so let me know if it’s already a thing…), but Edge as a Heinz Doofenshmirtz-(Or like MegaMind, Dr. Horrible, fuckin.... Team Rocket??)-style villain! Over the top dramatic! But also pretty ridiculous... But definitely EVIL!!!!! But also is he though??? Red is his henchman. His love interest can be the Hero, but also could be his usual kidnapping victim, or the cute skele from the laundry mat, or I suppose his henchman, or a brand-new unique dynamic! 

Loud Top Edge. That’s really all I’ve got for this prompt. It really didn’t have to be under Edge specifically… you could make it anyone, but I was thinking of Edge. ...as just... a… noisy… really verbal top... yeah...~<3

Papyrus x _______

Someone has been stealing apples from Papyrus’s apple orchard, and he is determined to catch the culprit! [Well, it turns out the culprit happens to be very attractive and that is a whole new, very different problem!]

Papyrus x _______/Sans x _______

Undertale is Universe 0. It’s the base, the original, the one every universe is spun off of. As such, there is some sort of general law of attraction pulling all the copies towards their originals. Or at least, that’s Sans’s theory anyway. That would explain all these Sans’s that keep hitting on him and—don’t think i don’t notice the rest of you making passes at my bro-! are you looking for a b a d  t i m e ? 

Bonus Lamia prompt

[A]’s lamia goes into a submissive heat. No matter what they do, however, [A] can’t seem to satisfy them. A quick google search reveals their lamia is looking to be bred with eggs, but—uh—[A] can’t produce eggs, and neither of them really want kids yet anyways, and—hey, you can buy safe to insert pseudo-eggs!—Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna give you just what you need~ 

- - - - -

A list of loose themes and thoughts. Poke through and see if anything catches your attention. Or maybe mix some together? (Conveniently numbered for a random number generator!) 

1. Bitties

2. Asleep on shoulder

3. Shopping trip

4. Bandaging after sparring 

5. Broken down car

6. Attractive salesman

7. Trapped in a box~ 

8. Good old fashioned temporary amnesia 

9. Is that a dog in your jacket? 

10. “If you touch him I will END you...!”

11. Crossover

12. Lamias

13. The meal was unrecognizable...You eat it anyways. 

14. Classic fairytale, but with a twist! 

15. A more obscure fairytale. (With all the ‘wtf??’s they tend to entail.)

16. “Please tell me you meant to do that...”

17. Ectoboobies

18. “God, you’re so hot… You look hot! SWEATY! Do you want a drink!?!?”

19. “F-FLIRTING? SO YOU FINALLY REVEAL YOUR ULTIMATE FEELINGS!?”

20. Borrowed pajamas

21. Candle light

22. BEACH DAY

23. Someone not normally collared: collared~! 

24. “Sit down and shut up! ...I’m going to serenade you now.”

25. “What will it take to make you realize I’m no good for you?” 

26. Running out of water

27. Physically shielding from harm

28. Can’t stop staring

29. Broke something important

30. He only ever acted like this when he was covered in dust…

31. Well... people always say you should marry a doctor

32. “I think I’m falling for you” 

33. “Guess you fell for me~” 

34. A bad vacation

35. Missing the bus 

36. A WAY too fancy restaurant

37. Good morning kiss

38. That’s probably a serial killer chasing you tbh. 

39. Lost & alone… 

40. Annoying Dog is secretly a matchmaker

41. A goodbye note

42. Freezing cold

43. A slow dance after the lights go down

44. Exploring

45. Hey! You’re that actor/singer/etc I like-! Why are you grinding on me!?!? 

46. “I failed you…”

47. A non-traditional Heat symptom

48. Soul-bonding: the aftermath. 

49. 2 dudes sittin in a hot tub, 5 ft apart cause they’re very gay and sorta nervous and-gosh-it sure is hot in this hot tub… 

50. Flowey: “Okay, look. I don’t normally give advice but…”

#Fontcest #Papcest #Sanscest #Prompts

[shurisneakers]

espresso [9]

Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.

Warning: implied homophobia, mentions of cheating swearing, angst, pining (????), wii music 

A/N: hello i’m barely alive what a surprise. this is my entry for the lovely @viktordrago‘s writing challenge. thank you to my girl @samingtonwilson love u and i hope you know that espresso would be nothing without u

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous part- Part 8 || Espresso Masterlist

“Is that everything?” Bucky asked, turning halfway to face you. 

You gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, shutting the trunk of his car. “Alright, let’s get this road trip started.”

You tightened the scarf around your neck as you got into the front seat of his car. Rebecca had juvenilely shouted dibs on the back seats, saying she intended to hibernate for most of the trip.

Less than a week from Christmas, the three of you were driving back to your hometown for the holiday. New Year’s Eve, however, was to be spent in your grimy dormitories and apartments since Bucky was nervous to be even slightly unprepared for class and beyond anxious about being stuck in traffic with the rest of the returning students.

Of course, much to his dismay, it was only a half-hour before Becca began her moaning and groaning. “How long ‘til we get there?”

“I told you we should have brought the tranquillizer,” Bucky sighed to you, hissing and jolting forward when Becca flicked the back of his head.

“Couple of hours, give or take depending on traffic,” you let her know, looking at the Google maps route you had opened on Bucky’s phone.

She settled back down and chose to look at her phone instead, the device keeping her occupied for only a handful of minutes before she looked up again.

“Pass me the aux cord, I wanna play my music.”

“No.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Wii score soundtracks are not considered music.”

“Wow.” Her eyes were wide in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m related to such an uncultured swine.”

“Other songs also banned in this car are on this list I made for you,” Bucky reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a white, folded sheet of paper, handing it to her.

“What the-“ she began, quickly scanning over the list. You could hear the wrinkling of the paper as her grip tightened. “The fuck you mean All Star isn’t allowed?”

“It means I’ve heard enough of it this past year and if I have to hear it one more time I’ll personally remove my brain from my skull and run it over with this car.” 

You found the fact that he took time to create something so… petty was amusing, but apparently she didn’t think so.

“I miss my girlfriend already,” Rebecca huffed, feet on the windowsill.

Bucky, eyes on the road, replied, “Shoulda invited her to our place.”

“I wanted to, but she said she wants to see her sisters. She’s got a big family.”

“If it helps, you’ve got me,” you nearly sang, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

You received a scowl in return. “I’d rather have no one at all, thanks.”

Hearing Bucky hiss through his teeth at her comeback before fading into laughter, you rolled your eyes with a smile that matched his as you muttered “bitch” under your breath.

“Also, asking Nat to come to our place probably wouldn’t be the brightest idea,” she added, moving in her seat to lean against the car door. 

The light atmosphere dropped and you felt a palpable tension in the car in a matter of mere seconds. You spared her a glance. 

She looked unfazed but you knew otherwise. “You know, considering the circumstances.”

“Maybe he’s different now, Becks,” Bucky tried with convincing optimism.

“Right, because he’s been known to just do that.” 

The both of you fell silent, not wanting to push the conversation.

“Whatever, it’s his loss.” Becca looked back into her phone and continued aimlessly scrolling through Instagram. “What’s everyone else doing for the vacation?”

“Steve’s with Peggy. I think they’re staying at her house. Clint is with Bruce and Thor. I don’t think they’re going anywhere specifically but I heard they’re doing a bar crawl for Christmas. Sam and Sam are at Wilson’s place.”

“What about Dot?” you looked at your nails as you asked, attempting to look indifferent rather than desperate– which you most definitely were.

He hummed questioningly before peering at you. “Oh, she’s back in town too.”

“Wait– our town?” Becca straightened up, leaning forward on her hands. She stuck her head between both your seats, her interest piqued.

“Yeah, she went to Culver. On the cheerleading squad,” you muttered, “She told me she and Bucky almost dated,” you added in a less than quiet whisper with the intention of only letting her hear.

You could feel her glare burning the side of your face. You didn’t have to face her to know why she was doing it but you chose to ignore her.

“Did you know I almost joined the cheerleaders at Middletown?” Becca announced, loud enough to make your eardrums vibrate and you wince.

“You didn’t have to yell, Jesus,” Bucky muttered through his teeth, using a hand against her forehead to push her back to her seat.

“You did not almost join the cheerleaders.”

“Hell yeah I did! I got kicked out on the second day.”

“How?”

“I was told I tried to ‘make friends the wrong way,’” she said with her fingers hooked in air quotes, voice deeper for imitative purposes.

Bucky snorted. ”Knowing you, you probably offered to smoke them all out behind the bleachers with your stupid purple pipe.”

“Listen, it’s how I made friends in high school. A little indica, a little trip to Taco Bell.” She shrugged. “Thought it would work with them. Apparently fucking not.”

“Wait, how come you never offered to smoke me out?” you narrowed your eyes at her. “Did you not know how much I envied the stoners?”

“I didn’t need to waste the good stuff on you. I became friends with you because you kicked sand in my face when we were seven and thought it was the funniest thing.”

“Accidentally.”

“Your laughter said otherwise, you Jafar sounding bitch.”

“You know you’re gonna have to tone down the swearing when you get home, right?” He glanced at her expectantly as realization dawned on her.

“By how much?” 

“On a scale of one to ten, one being you on your best behavior and ten being your usual behavior, aim for negative twelve,” Bucky told her as she let out a groan again, head drooping into her hands.

“How many do you think I can get past her because she missed me?”

“Zero.”

“I can’t wait to see you struggle in front of your mom.” You grinned. “It’s my favourite part of dinner.”

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “’Course it is.”

“God, how many Christmases have we spent together? Twelve?” Bucky asked distantly, seemingly ignoring the exchange you both shared.

“This’ll be the eleventh. I spent Christmas three years ago with, uh– with him,” you answered, surprisingly without an angry edge to your tone.

“Oh,” Becca said, quietening down.

“Yeah.” You looked out of the window, your breath fogging up the glass. “I wonder what he’s doing now.”

“Last I heard, he was sent to the nurse with a broken nose,” she mused playfully, eyebrow raising. “Coincidentally, it was the same time my brother got suspended from school for three days for a fight in the cafeteria.”

Bucky and you shared a quick glance before a small smile upturned the corner of his lips.

“He’s a bartender or waits tables or something now, I think.” You shrugged, playing with a loose thread on your sweater. “Don’t know if he’s still here or he left.”

“Have you kept in contact with him?” Bucky asked, voice strained. You knew it to be a symptom of rising annoyance, one you rarely saw from him.

“Nah. Someone mentioned it to me,” you shrugged casually.

“You sure?” Becca’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed and you almost rolled your eyes at the dramatic concern. “It’s okay to still care about-”

“I stopped caring about his life the minute I found out he was cheating on me with some girl from another school,” you said lowly, hoping to make your point. ”Let’s just drop this, yeah? I don’t plan on ever talking to him again.”

Neither of them said anything for a while until Bucky broke the silence again, “Honestly, I wouldn’t hesitate to break his nose again if he tried talking to you.”

“Oh, I know,” you replied, smiling as he did, too.

In her usual dramatic fashion, Becca sighed and slumped against the seats, forearm thrown over her eyes. “How did we all end up here?” 

“Fate. Destiny.”

“A horse,” Bucky grinned at you knowingly resulting in your laughter at his stupid reference.

“Maybe because we’re all running from something,” Becca ignored you both, staring out of the window.

“Not that deep,” Bucky said with a roll of his eyes, turning left. “Besides, I have nothing to run from.”

“Sure about that?” she raised her eyebrows at him. 

You looked at him curiously.

He shook his head wordlessly, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

“Whatever you say, bro.” She shrugged, before an evil smile took over her face. “Hey Bucky, guess what?”

“What?”

“You missed out a song on the list. Guess what we’re listening to on repeat for an hour.”

***

By the time you reached the town, it was nearly four. The plan was to stop at his place, drop off their stuff, say hi to his parents and then leave you at your house.

The Barnes’ house was clearly the most spirited one in the neighbourhood, with decorations lining the front yard all the way up to the door. Reindeers, coloured lights, fake snowmen- everything that you could think of was there.

Bucky lugged his and his sister’s bags out of the car, and held on to the both of them while you and her trudged to the front door. Becca had barely knocked on the front door when it opened with such force that the wind alone nearly knocked you off your feet.

“You’re here!” a voice you had grown up with for over a decade exclaimed, instantly brightening up your mood.

“Hi, Mom,” Becca almost squeaked as her mother half-crushed her to death before releasing her to look her up and down.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you both,” she said with a grin, pulling you into a hug as well, patting your back affectionately.

“It’s great to see you again, Mrs. B.”

“You look wonderful as usual, Y/N. How’s school going?”

“I’m scraping by,” you half-joked with a shrug.

“Aren’t we all?” Bucky’s voice nearly startled you from behind you and you parted to give his mother a more clear view of him. 

He beamed at her, adjusting the bags on his shoulder. “Hey, Ma.”

“Is this a horse or my son?” Winnie laughed, pulling Bucky into a hug as soon as he came through the door. Pulling at the strands of his hair, she sighed out another laugh, “Goodness, you’ve got a mane.”

“He’s definitely got the name for it,” Becca teased, earning a glare from him. “What? Bucky sounds like a horse.”

He discreetly flipped her his middle finger, picking up their bags and walking down the hall to their rooms to put them down. You watched him as he disappeared from sight, only snapping out of it due to the weight of a hand on your shoulder.

“You’ll be over for dinner on Christmas Eve, won’t you?” Winnie asked, arm around yours and Becca’s shoulders as she led you into the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls was almost overwhelming, but a quick sense of familiarity soon took over.

“Of course she is. It’s tradition,” Becca answered for you while her mother hummed. 

Your parents weren’t big on Christmas, instead choosing to just spend it like a normal day. For as long as you remembered, Becca had always invited you to spend it with her family and you gladly accepted and soon it became something you looked forward to every year.

“It’s going to be better than last year’s,” she sounded excited as she placed a plate of cookies in front of you. “Ever since these two left, the house has been much more livable.”

It did look cleaner than the last time you were here but the worn out wallpaper, the darkened mantle over the fireplace and the dining table that still had chips in it from the times it was run into remained the same. It was the same comfortable house you’d spent a lot of your childhood in.

“I’d be offended at that if you didn’t actually call me every second day to ask about my life,” she snorted, stuffing a cookie into her mouth, making her mother laugh. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’ll be late but he’ll be here tonight,” she informed her, taking a seat at the table. 

You reached for a cookie only to have the plate pushed towards you. You cast Winnie a grateful look as she just smiled.

“Great, now I know when to avoid him,” Becca said more to herself, and you stopped chewing.

“Rebecca-“ her mom sighed, leaning forward on her elbows.

“He made it pretty clear that he didn’t want to be around me the last time I saw him, Mom.”

“Just give him a chance to adjust, please,” Winnie tried. 

You swallowed thickly, knowing where this conversation was heading.

“Did you tell him about Nat?” Becca cut in, discarding her half eaten cookie on the plate. 

There was silence. 

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“Despite what you think, he doesn’t hate you.”

“He just can’t stand to be near me,” she finished, smiling a half-smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

You had lost your appetite completely, choosing instead to just toy with your fingers and look away from the conversation as if you weren’t there.

“Becca, did you fucking carry your entire dorm room in your backpack or what?” Bucky grumbled as he walked into the kitchen, massaging his wrist.

“No swearing, James,” his mother reminded him softly as he bent down to press a kiss against her cheek.

“Sorry mom,” he didn’t sound very apologetic. He looked at you instead, jingling his keys. “Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go. I’ll text you Becks,” you said in a hurry. Your chair screeched as you pushed it back, standing up. “Thank you for the cookies, Mrs. B. I’ll see you soon.”

You waved at them, hearing a quick goodbye before jogging to Bucky’s side.

“I’m sorry you got stuck in the middle of that,” he whispered.

“I just don’t get it,” you sighed, ducking to sit in the front seat. “It’s been years now and he still hasn’t budged.”

“We don’t know that yet. Maybe he has,” his voice was unsure and he didn’t look at you as he pulled out of the driveway and back onto the road.

“Maybe.”

There was something playing on the radio that you weren’t paying attention to. It served as background noise as you took in your surroundings. It had been nearly a year since you’d visited home and you missed it, but sometimes it felt easier to avoid some of the things that had happened here.

“You’ll be over for dinner, right?” Bucky asked. His eyes were still trained on the road ahead.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

“Looking forward to it,” he offered you a smile, prompting you to observe him for a minute.

He had managed to pull a beanie on and looked softer than he already was constantly. His nose was bitten red from the cold, something that you found stupidly endearing even though you’d seen him like this over a hundred times.

“I’m looking forward to it, too.”

“Of course you would,” he said, a boyish grin on his face. “Why wouldn’t you want to spend more time with me?”

“Remind me who you are again?” you asked with a tilted head, leaving him laughing. “Your mom’s cooking is the only thing I care about.”

“You’re breakin’ my heart.”

“Assuming you have one, that is.”

He murmured something under his breath that you didn’t catch but you chuckled anyway. You felt lighter somehow, the slight edge you were on smoothing out slowly.

“You excited to be back home?” He turned right into a familiar cul de sac, driving at a much slower speed now.

“Meh. I’m excited to see everyone but… you know.”

“It’s tiring?”

“Incredibly.”

He didn’t have to ask– he knew which house to stop in front of. It was one of the bigger houses on the block, stretching tall over the others in comparison. It looked newly painted and there were lights strung up outside serving as bare minimum decoration.

“Well, I hope you it isn’t as shitty as you think it’s gonna be,” he mumbled, twisting in his seat to face you.

“That’s a nice way to put it.”

“You deserve good things, Mario, you really do.” There was a pink dusting spreading over his cheeks as well, the jacket he had around himself unable to prevent it. Your eyes flitted down to his lips momentarily, finding them slightly dry due to the cold weather but they looked pretty anyway. He was pretty.

“Thanks, Buck,” your voice was unusually soft. “You do, too.”

Neither of you knew what to say and you could feel yourself wanting to put yourself out of your misery by just kissing the idiot. 

But you didn’t. You let yourself take him in for a second more before clearing your throat and looking away, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“I guess it’s time I go see my-“

“Y/N, listen, if you’re free later, or if you want to, I-“ he suddenly interrupted your actions, making you stop to look at him. He paused for a second, never dropping your stare. 

Oh Jesus.

“Yeah?” Please just ask me out, for the love of God.

“I could- I could set you up on the last date?” The what now?

“What?”

“I mean, it’s nearly the end of the year. It’s been months since we started and you’ve still got one date left. I know someone here you might like, if you’re up for it.”

“Um-“ your mind screamed to say no, to just tell him you’re interested in him and move the fuck on, but apparently your body had other plans because the next thing you could remember saying was, “…Okay, alright.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah. Last date, right?”

“Yup. Fifth one’s the charm.”

“Ha, hope so,” you couldn’t stop the disappointment in your voice as you shrugged. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” he confirmed, nodding. ”Christmas Eve-Eve.”

“Cool. Catch you then.” 

He bit his lip as you got out of the car, watching as you grabbed the backpack with your stuff and swung it over your shoulder. 

“Thanks for the ride, Bucky.”

You waved at him, he waved at you, and you rang the doorbell. The door swung open immediately and excited arms swooped you off the porch and into the house, door shutting behind you.

Bucky exhaled. He twisted the key to hear the engine sputter before starting fully, knuckles almost translucent with how hard he was gripping the wheel.

“What the fuck?” he muttered to himself. He almost banged his forehead against the window. “You absolute fucking idiot.”

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[verdigrisprowl]

July 23 Dancitron Movie Night - Monkey Business

Set vaguely after the baby plague has been resolved. The movie took place outside, because the inside of Dancitron is currently a wreck, due to Plot Events As Yet Unrevealed.

Prowl had two new friends and whatever-the-hell-Whirl-is at movie night, which was an astounding amount of positive social interaction by his standards.

NoodlesAtNight 7:33 pm *To put it frankly, the club is WRECKED. There's a reason nobody's allowed inside tonight. Instead, the night is taking place outside in the open air, near one of the shorter side walls of the building. Soundwave's got a few couches out there and a single table with some snacks, and will be playing the movie on the wall. Think drive-in, but with sofas.* opatoes 7:37 pm /Smokescreen's coming out with a few snacks for himself, and is going to take his spot on one of the couches that Soundwave isn't on./ Evening, Sounds! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:37 pm *and in bridges one (1) dragon, here with snacks! not the typical varied selection tonight, and considering how haggard the poor dragon looks it's not a tough guess to figure out where they went. She also brought a Cybertronian-sized datapad with her, of all things.* Are you alright, Soundwave? LyingLiarWhoLies 7:38 pm (( i still fuckn love this song so much i can't. also hi i'm only gonna be here ooc this evening 😮 (( for obvs reasons NoodlesAtNight 7:38 pm [[Hm. Tired.]] *Even his biolights aren't glowing with their usual liveliness* [[Greetings.]] opatoes 7:39 pm You too, Sounds? I can bet. You deserve a rest after all this. NoodlesAtNight 7:40 pm [[You. Doing well now?]] MedicalMurdersaurus 7:40 pm *bounces in and scampers around* Bird? opatoes 7:40 pm I'm not hungry for sparks! That's pretty good. It was pretty rough for me, too, though. Prowlita 7:41 pm *Prowl pulls to a rather short stop just outside the strange set up and transforms into root mode* opatoes 7:41 pm Swoop! It's good to see you, too. NoodlesAtNight 7:41 pm *Laserbeak is there, but she's sort of sprawled across a small chair and snoozing. Swoop can pick her up, but he should be careful.* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:42 pm *doesn't even register Smokescreen as he goes to lean over Bird* Bird :V NoodlesAtNight 7:43 pm [[No lingering symptoms?]] *Soundwave sort of lazily gives a feeler wave at those approaching, and nods to the dragon. Poor thing.* ((welcome even in ooc land tara <3)) MedicalMurdersaurus 7:44 pm ((tara is in the naughty spide corner)) Prowlita 7:44 pm Soundwave. *scanning the surrounding area with her visor, hold please* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:44 pm ((naughty spides get put in the spide corner to atone for their sins)) LyingLiarWhoLies 7:44 pm (( he already atoned for his Sins, this is like, Sins 2.0 opatoes 7:44 pm Well- my paint's gonna be stuck like this until I can get a replacement for my paint before- it looks way too dull for me! And- I think something's dragging from my back? VProwl 7:45 pm ((Sins of the Spider 2: The Re-Sinnening)) rustedservos 7:45 pm That is your tentacles, Smokescreen opatoes 7:45 pm ((asdvnmxcv i just imagined smokey loudly being like "Hey sounds do you know if Messy's okay? I haven't seen him here in a while : (" wait MedicalMurdersaurus 7:45 pm ((Well if he wants to burn stuff while he waits, he knows where Swoop is)) opatoes 7:45 pm wait they're still on rustedservos 7:45 pm Everyones having different reactions to the cure, and yes, they are still attached Kelpy 7:45 pm *Swerve manages to get himself upright long enough to make it somewhere vaguely close to a couch before he's sprawled on the ground* This is fine. I'm good here. Hello. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:45 pm *scoooops Laserbeak up as carefully as he can (thank carly for the practice)* rustedservos 7:45 pm Swerve, do you need assistance opatoes 7:45 pm ... Would it hurt if I tried to pull 'em off? LyingLiarWhoLies 7:46 pm (( DO IT SMOKEY rustedservos 7:46 pm I wouldnt advise it. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:46 pm *the dragon adds something to the snack pack that she hasn't brought in a while- the high grade recipe for Whirl. then she yawns so hard that she falls over.* Oh... Soundwave? I got something for the new docents. Maybe. If protoforms are like hatchlings-ish. *here comes Dragon Cart with datapad for sounds* rustedservos 7:46 pm They will come off when they are ready Kelpy 7:46 pm I'd advise against it, yeah. NoodlesAtNight 7:46 pm *Opens a bridge and pulls out the dragon's cushion and a fresh bowl of dead bugs. He almost forgot. Included are a few of the kind of huge fat grubs that could fill a whole hand one at a time. The energon was so appreciated.* [[Hm? What is it?]] Chaoit 7:46 pm ((okay, did I forget to change my name? opatoes 7:46 pm ... Can I at least control 'em? Then I'll be like Sounds 2.0! rustedservos 7:47 pm It doenst appear you can, no Prowlita 7:47 pm *finds the nearest empty couch to sit on* Kelpy 7:47 pm //it's in settings NoodlesAtNight 7:47 pm *Bird's visor lightens just a hair. She murmurs something that sounds like Swoop's name and a chuckle before croaking:* {{You Swoop too bouncy. Shhhhhh. Pterofrog.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 7:47 pm Nuh uh : > NoodlesAtNight 7:48 pm ((STARTING IN TEN MINUTES get your snacks and drinks and whatever)) Chaoit 7:48 pm ((ah feck it, just going with it NoodlesAtNight 7:48 pm ((your name still says Blaster)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:48 pm It's our handbook for new docents! I got it translated in-between batches. If it looks weird, you can press the words and see the other possible translations, too. *the dragon chuffs as she looks at the bugs* May the Goddess smile upon you and grant you a millennia of luck. *and faceplanted* MedicalMurdersaurus 7:48 pm *settles in and places Bird on his lap for movie time, much pets and scritches* Chaoit 7:48 pm ((screw it, Blaster managed to drag himself to this rustedservos 7:48 pm [finds an empty seat and slips into it] NoodlesAtNight 7:48 pm *Soundwave keeps giving the others a lazy wave. It's been a few days since the cure by now, and he's still exhausted.* ((welcome to fuzzy time)) Chaoit 7:49 pm ((wooo! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:49 pm ((fuzzy time!)) opatoes 7:49 pm ... /Smokescreens doing his best dancing right now. Which is mostly tapping his pedes./ NoodlesAtNight 7:49 pm *Soundwave regards the datapad for a long moment before nodding and stuffing it into subspace. He'll likely find it valuable, but he's in no state to read complex things right now.* LyingLiarWhoLies 7:49 pm (( fuzzy time, the realm of the conniving dust bunny... _Whirl drags self in, moving more like a zombie now than he did when he was Compromised. One of those couches is about to be Fully Occupied 7:50 pm opatoes 7:50 pm ((w _Whirl 7:50 pm ((wh. why no nickname?)) opatoes 7:50 pm ((wait is that what rabbit does with **s now This message has been removed. Prowlita 7:50 pm ((nah, you do the / me thing opatoes 7:50 pm ((Ohhh MedicalMurdersaurus 7:50 pm *is doing his best impression of a good boy for the time being* Kelpy 7:50 pm //huh. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:51 pm *and guess what! Whirl has the boosz on the snack pack. his presence has been anticipated and planned for.* rustedservos 7:51 pm [[whateven is the movie selectio n tonight]] opatoes is picking up one of his feelers and is spinning the end of it around. 7:51 pm Chaoit 7:51 pm -don't mind as Blaster drags himself in, and drops himself in a seat. He's too tired for much else- _Whirl sprawls all over the couch, and nods wearily at the dragon. "Hey." 7:51 pm SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:52 pm *she doesn't take her face out of the Bug Bowl, but she does wave a wing at Whirl* Kelpy 7:52 pm *offers Blaster a thumbs up from his place on the floor* _Whirl 7:52 pm So. We're doin a drive-in now, huh? NoodlesAtNight 7:52 pm ((The movie selection will be a Marx Bros movie)) opatoes 7:52 pm Sounds, you never got infected, right? Prowlita 7:52 pm *considers sprawling on the couch to avoid having to share it* rustedservos 7:52 pm [ a what]] Prowlita 7:52 pm ...infected? Chaoit 7:53 pm -tired wave to Swerve- Prowlita 7:53 pm Infected with what? Kelpy 7:53 pm Virus rustedservos 7:53 pm You mean you avoided it? opatoes 7:53 pm Infected with being a sparkeater! Prowlita 7:53 pm What virus? MedicalMurdersaurus 7:53 pm *perks up at the mention of a virus* NoodlesAtNight 7:53 pm [[Mm. Good day for outdoors enjoyment.]] *Don't worry, Whirl. He's not gonna put the blame on you.* _Whirl 7:54 pm Yeah, a bunch of us got REAL unlucky and turned into Fast Angry Zombies for a little bit. *he is actually genuinely grateful, Soundwave* opatoes 7:54 pm ... You, too? Prowlita 7:54 pm Sparkeater virus? Is that what happened to Dancitron? _Whirl 7:54 pm Ssssorta. Chaoit 7:54 pm It got a lot of places Kelpy 7:54 pm Lucky's one way to call it. opatoes 7:55 pm It sounds like it! I hope we didn't miss curing anyone NoodlesAtNight 7:55 pm [[No. Never infected.]] *Pause.* [[If you all hear a noise like this,]] *Plays back the horrible screeching of a metallipede,* [[Run inside. There haven't been Underworld creature sightings, but they can be... surprising.]] Chaoit 7:55 pm -just flops over- Can we not have more chaos? Please? Kelpy 7:55 pm Is a slow shuffle acceptable? rustedservos 7:55 pm *yawns* opatoes 7:55 pm ... I'll be careful, Sounds! I brought my phase shiter for tonight, so I might be able to help with that? _Whirl 7:56 pm Hoo boy, I DARE one of them to mess with me tonight. I'm even meaner when I'm NOT a sparkeater. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:56 pm Does it eat organics? *you'll pry these grubs from her cold, dead paws* opatoes 7:56 pm But man, Sounds, would you get even more feelers as a sparkeater? NoodlesAtNight 7:56 pm [[He doesn't know. Never fed an organic to one.]] *Trust him, he doesn't want more chaos either.* _Whirl 7:56 pm Nah. I don't... think organics even pick up on the radar? NoodlesAtNight 7:57 pm [[Slow shuffles are fine. Slow shuffles are... what he has, right now.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 7:57 pm *the dragon nods and shoves her face back into the grubs. she's not running, then.* Prowlita 7:57 pm The last sighting from the Underworld was thirty-nine kilometers from here. NoodlesAtNight 7:58 pm [[He does not care to imagine himself as a sparkeater.]] _Whirl shudders 7:58 pm _Whirl 7:58 pm Yeah, let's... not, tonight. If that's all right. ((finally i will hear this song, for the first time)) NoodlesAtNight 7:58 pm [[Yes. Do let us all just... put that out of mind.]] opatoes 7:58 pm That's like, a two word horror story. Kelpy 7:58 pm Already had that mistake once. opatoes 7:58 pm Soundwave sparkeater. _Whirl 7:58 pm ((or part of it cos my pizza's about to go off)) Prowlita 7:59 pm Sparkeaters aren't... was this some sort of alternate universe virus? Chaoit 7:59 pm -whine- I just got lectured and poked at, and I want a nap Kelpy 7:59 pm Sort of, yes. Prowlita 7:59 pm And it was cured. Kelpy 7:59 pm Yews. It wasn't a sparkeater exactly, so much as symptoms that presented themselves as what we typically think of as sparkeaters. MedicalMurdersaurus 7:59 pm ((I've heard this song ten thousand times but now I just think about meme XD)) Prowlita 8:00 pm ((lol _Whirl gonna heave himself up, with great effort, to make his slow way over to the snacks and sniff about for anything that spells like appetizing liquor 8:00 pm Prowlita 8:00 pm ((that's so sad, swoop-mun, Soundwave play Despacito Kelpy 8:00 pm //lmao Chaoit 8:00 pm ((nice SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:00 pm ((pff)) rustedservos 8:00 pm IT has just come to my attention that I need to go lay down. Enjoy the movie everyone. NoodlesAtNight 8:00 pm *Ravage has COVERED the part of the table the dragon didn't fill with high grade of all kinds. Free, just for today.* opatoes 8:01 pm Aww, night night, Ratch. Chaoit 8:01 pm G'night Ratchet NoodlesAtNight 8:01 pm [[Ah. Goodnight, Ratchet.]] Kelpy 8:01 pm Nighto. rustedservos 8:01 pm *gets up and heads towards the door* Kelpy 8:01 pm Someone pass me an oil cake if you find one over there? rustedservos 8:01 pm Goodnight all VProwl 8:01 pm *Prowl appeared inside Dancitron, as usual. He's kind of confused to find himself alone.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:01 pm *waves from his spot as Bird's spot* VProwl 8:01 pm *oh. wait. he re-appears outside. yeah, there we go.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:01 pm *waves idly at ratchet- these are tasty grubs* Kelpy 8:01 pm Is he wearing plaid? Prowlita 8:02 pm *sinks back into her seat with a sigh, covering her visor with one hand* NoodlesAtNight 8:02 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl hello.* *And then sends his world's Prowl the movie night's data.* opatoes 8:02 pm Sounds, can I recharge out here tonight? My legs feel like they're not gonna ever move again. VProwl 8:02 pm *pings Soundwave back* NoodlesAtNight 8:03 pm [[Yes. Out here only.]] _Whirl 8:03 pm ((the curse continues, i missed it)) VProwl 8:03 pm *and then nods toward Swerve. He made it.* Hey. Good to finally see you in person. Prowlita 8:03 pm Thank you, Soundwave. *not bothering with internal comms right now* VProwl 8:03 pm *does he sound exhausted? Because he's exhausted.* Kelpy 8:03 pm Hi Prowl, nice to meet properly. Without a crisi involved. Chaoit 8:04 pm So, we're sure everyone was sure? *cured Prowlita 8:04 pm *pings the Captain hello* _Whirl 8:04 pm Bless you, Ravage. *he's not even going to savor the first one he's just gonna chug it down. Self-medication time* VProwl 8:04 pm *pings the Commissioner back.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:04 pm *wants to wiggle but doesn't want to be a pterofrog but wants to wiggle... the struggle is real* VProwl 8:04 pm There might still be isolated mechs in isolated universes that aren't; but everyone we KNOW about has been cured. NoodlesAtNight 8:04 pm ((ALL RIGHT normally I would provide warnings for unpleasant things or flashing lights or things like that but honestly I am exhausted today ooc and did not get to watch it so... this is a movie from 1930-something. It's supposed to just be mostly slapstick but if there's anything we would all find objectionable today, my deepest apologies. I didn't see any warnings from the site I use in emergencies, but just in case, y'know.)) opatoes 8:04 pm I'm pretty sure I was cured! That, or I'm still in the well and I'm just a ghost with a really, really strong presence. What exactly was that cure, anyway? VProwl 8:04 pm *flops down next to Soundwave.* _Whirl 8:05 pm ((thanks for the heads up!)) Chaoit 8:05 pm Oh. Good. Prowlita 8:05 pm *is Smokescreen sitting near Prowl?* Chaoit 8:05 pm Swerve? I apologize for any damages I did. opatoes 8:05 pm /Smokescreen took a random couch that wasn't Soundwave's couch- possibly?/ Kelpy 8:06 pm Haaa. It's all good. We didn't exactly have time to shore things up, it wasn't unexpected. Prowlita 8:06 pm *Prowl specifically sat alone earlier, so probably not then, which means she's going to turn to sit sideways on it like a rude person* _Whirl snags a second drink and returns to sprawl all over the Whirl Couch 8:06 pm _Whirl 8:07 pm Hell, yeah. Nice pick. opatoes 8:07 pm /That's fair! Smokescreen's just sinking into the couch he's sitting on./ NoodlesAtNight 8:07 pm *Soundwave hates to have spoiled Prowl on the surprise movie for the night, but it was better he got the chance to send it as soon as he was awake enough to get warnings from Zori.* Chaoit 8:07 pm Thanks. Hope you guys can fix it VProwl 8:07 pm *leans heavily against Soundwave.* Oh, Marx Brothers. Kelpy 8:07 pm Eventually we will. Cure was more important. VProwl 8:07 pm *it's okay, he's tired enough he nearly completely forgot until the movie started and he was reminded.* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:08 pm *the dragon looks up to see... singing barrels? what?* Prowlita 8:08 pm They're in the barrels. _Whirl 8:08 pm *to the tune of Sweet Caroline* Sweet A-de-liiine~♫ Chaoit 8:08 pm Yeah...still, I'm glad it wasn't worse Prowlita 8:08 pm No one thought to check the barrels? opatoes 8:08 pm ... PGhpfphf hair mail NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm [[Mm. If you require help fixing the ship, Rumble and Frenzy had a history in construction.]] Kelpy 8:09 pm Are they hiding? Oh, good We might borrow them then. NoodlesAtNight 8:09 pm *Soundwave JUST now realizes that Prowl is flopped up with him. He brightens just a little before his frame decides that's too much energy being burned. He'll lean though.* VProwl 8:09 pm And I might be able to offer a couple of Constructicons, but they wouldn't do it out of the kindness of their sparks. Kelpy 8:09 pm Do they ever. *snorts* _Whirl 8:10 pm I'm pretty sure they'd do it if you told them to, though. VProwl 8:10 pm I'm not giving them orders these days. _Whirl 8:10 pm So... they wouldn't? Or you just don't wanna? MedicalMurdersaurus 8:10 pm keehee *bites his lip, tries to hold it together* *this is a test of his will, soundwave... bird or comedy... comedy or bird* NoodlesAtNight 8:10 pm *Laserbeak giggles at the screen and stretches her feelers out like arms. Okay, okay. She'll get up.* VProwl 8:11 pm ... Something like that. *he says, knowing full well that was an either/or question.* opatoes 8:11 pm Swerve? Can I help, too? I am partially responsible, after all. Chaoit 8:11 pm I can offer supplies and a few mechs to help Kelpy 8:11 pm We'll take anyone who wants to help, I suspect. _Whirl 8:11 pm *lazy salute. He's actually not gonna pry. Just gonna hunch over his drink like a horribly gargoyle* opatoes 8:11 pm I'll do my best, then! _Whirl 8:12 pm Frenzy's a pretty good medic, too. If any of yours got knocked out. Kelpy 8:12 pm Yeah I think both of the Aid's are down at the moment. VProwl 8:12 pm *to Whirl* ... You haven't been to one of these in a long time. _Whirl 8:12 pm Yeah. I was off Cybertron. VProwl 8:12 pm Hm. _Whirl 8:13 pm *gestures grandly to the destruction sprawled before them* What a welcome home, right? VProwl 8:13 pm *he's trying to say he's glad to see Whirl again without saying it.* *snorts at the wordplay* opatoes 8:13 pm ... I should make it up to First Aid. Swerve, do you know if there's anything First Aid might like? _Whirl 8:13 pm *this is the new Most Dangerous Game. Saying nice things to Whirl. He would probably appreciate it, if he caught on, but he's a little too fuzzy to be sharp today* Chaoit 8:13 pm I'll get Sunny into contact with you then...he's woken up from his reboot _Whirl 8:14 pm Shit, me too. Only one cure for that. *back to guzzling booze* Kelpy 8:14 pm UH, I don't know that Aid well, so... Not really? I can ask though. OIr you can ask uh. Someone he knows. opatoes 8:15 pm ... The only other bots that I know know him are the ones that were also trying to eat him. Prowlita 8:15 pm *none of this makes any sense to Prowl* _Whirl snickers 8:15 pm opatoes 8:17 pm rude video NoodlesAtNight 8:17 pm [[Hm. Must be some damaged wiring.]] MedicalMurdersaurus 8:18 pm keehee VProwl 8:18 pm *prowl can't barely keep up with the dialogue, he's so tired.* NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm {{What must-ash?}} opatoes 8:18 pm hehehee _Whirl 8:18 pm Face decoration for folks who specialize in counter-fun activities. NoodlesAtNight 8:18 pm {{Him looking plenty fun.}} VProwl 8:18 pm It's a facial insignia worn above the mouth. _Whirl 8:19 pm Yeah, this fella's breaking the mold. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:19 pm :V hiiii bird opatoes 8:19 pm A facial insignia... Kelpy 8:19 pm Is that why Minimus has one? VProwl 8:19 pm *... now he's thinking about Dominus.* _Whirl 8:19 pm Yep. Got it in one. opatoes 8:19 pm /Smokescreen's imagining a bot with the Autobot insignia right on his face. Weird mustache!/ VProwl 8:20 pm Yes. It's a thing that the House of Ambus does. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:20 pm You a tired Bird. You do lots of fight? NoodlesAtNight 8:20 pm {{Nooo, not fight. Help protoform, all week. All us do.}} OmicronTheIceQueen 8:20 pm *big predacon comes in late, shakes herself and bliiiinks?* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm What protoform need help doing? _Whirl squints and tries to imitate the Harpo noise 8:21 pm NoodlesAtNight 8:21 pm {{Them alone. Us find, move, keeping warm.}} opatoes 8:21 pm ... What are those weird humans that were there a second ago? VProwl 8:21 pm *... leans a little bit harder on Soundwave.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:21 pm Us Dinobots good at warm, kehehheh _Whirl 8:21 pm Human politicians. Chaoit 8:21 pm -okay he's too tired for this, he's just going to kinda...blankly stare at the screen- Kelpy 8:22 pm *hasn't actually lifted his face off the floor more than a few times yet to be honest* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:22 pm *looks for a place to laydown, chirps over at soundwave in greating* VProwl 8:22 pm *it takes him a minute. then he laughs. politics joke.* Prowlita 8:23 pm Protoforms are lifeless shells. What could they possibly need help doing? NoodlesAtNight 8:23 pm *Soundwave curls a feeler around Prowl's shoulders. He doesn't know if it's the sleepiness or something else, but he's content to offer this public contact while Prowl wants it.* Kelpy 8:23 pm Different kinda protoforms. Prowlita 8:24 pm Different how? opatoes 8:24 pm Some of them got a plague ... well, not a plague, but a virus Kelpy 8:24 pm That's.... VProwl 8:24 pm *... triple ping. worrying that Soundwave was dying hadn't been a pleasant experience.* beeeeeeeeee 8:24 pm *comes in quietly* Kelpy 8:24 pm I mean technically that's not wrong. opatoes 8:25 pm I've been wrong about a bunch of things, but that's not one of them! OmicronTheIceQueen 8:25 pm *chirps at new person, moves her bulk aside away from door* _Whirl 8:25 pm Snoop. *booze is done, and Whirl is beginning his long journey towards becoming horizontal on his couch* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:25 pm Swoop : > beeeeeeeeee 8:25 pm *is chirped at, waves* Kelpy 8:25 pm Hi Aid. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:25 pm hello opatoes 8:25 pm !! /WAVING AT FIRST AID/ beeeeeeeeee 8:26 pm !! VProwl 8:26 pm You made it. Hello. beeeeeeeeee 8:26 pm Hellooo I did, sorry I'm late! Chaoit 8:26 pm Hello, First Aid NoodlesAtNight 8:26 pm *Soundwave nods to First Aid and - after a moment's thought about what it's okay for him to do - returns the triple ping.* opatoes 8:26 pm /wavewavewavewavewave/ Sit here! OmicronTheIceQueen 8:26 pm *looks interested at medic? lets her hatchling start to climb down* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:26 pm *actually lifts her head out of the Grub Bowl to chirp at Icy* beeeeeeeeee 8:26 pm *sits next to smokey* opatoes 8:27 pm ((wait which first aid is this Kelpy 8:27 pm //the one you did not try to eat lmao _Whirl imitates the "gonna get this" motion. But it's not as intimidating cos he doesn't have anything holstered at his waist 8:27 pm beeeeeeeeee 8:27 pm [[the one you were on comms with]] OmicronTheIceQueen 8:27 pm *Chirp! at little fluffy dragon! come loaf with the metal dragons!* Prowlita 8:27 pm The lifeless protoforms. That don't have energon or CNA. Are different because they were infected with a virus? opatoes 8:27 pm ((ooohhh! Prowlita 8:27 pm *no one is making any sense* NoodlesAtNight 8:27 pm [[They weren't lifeless.]] VProwl 8:27 pm "Protoform" means something different in your universe. Kelpy 8:28 pm Yeah, they were the kind we have in me and Prowl's universe. VProwl 8:28 pm In ours, a protoform is a brand new living Cybertronian—its first two weeks of life. Prowlita 8:28 pm Then they're not--ah. opatoes 8:28 pm It's good to see you in-person, too, First! Thanks for being there for me. VProwl 8:28 pm It takes two weeks to develop a full proper frame, and during that stage it's called a protoform. beeeeeeeeee 8:28 pm I'm glad you're feeling better! .. you are feeling better right? opatoes 8:28 pm Me too! ... I don't have the urge to eat bots? So I think I'm mostly better. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:28 pm *she'll drag her Grub Bowl and cushion over to Icy, then. Synchronized loafing!* beeeeeeeeee 8:29 pm well. that's a good thing. opatoes 8:29 pm ... /He's opening his mouth to sniff this First Aid to see if he smells good./ _Whirl 8:29 pm Made for each other, these two. NoodlesAtNight 8:29 pm {{What her lead dog life for? Her human.}} beeeeeeeeee 8:29 pm *oh god* Chaoit 8:29 pm ((so, this is kiwi aid? beeeeeeeeee 8:29 pm [[yes ]] [[fiirstaiid]] Chaoit 8:29 pm ((HI! Prowlita 8:29 pm Fascinating. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:29 pm *opens forelegs and pulls dragon between them, where its safe, racer might pounce you though* Kelpy 8:29 pm Where does he keep getting that guitar. beeeeeeeeee 8:30 pm *is staring at smokey like what are you doing why are you sniffing me with your mouth* opatoes 8:30 pm /What else can he sniff with/ MedicalMurdersaurus 8:30 pm Them SILLY dance _Whirl 8:30 pm Is that a thing humans do? Just. Call each other by their eye color? Cos I've never had anyone call me Yelloweyes. ...eye. NoodlesAtNight 8:30 pm [[He would be in trouble if it were.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:30 pm *safe! very safe. Racer pounces are just a bonus.* Kelpy 8:30 pm I.... I don't think so? VProwl 8:30 pm ((i'm just picturing smokey doing the Dull Surprise face and inhaling like HUUUUU)) Kelpy 8:30 pm //god _Whirl 8:30 pm (fnejf)) No-eyes, that's you. beeeeeeeeee 8:30 pm [[nNNOO]] OmicronTheIceQueen 8:30 pm (pfffftttt) opatoes 8:30 pm ((asdvbsxcnmxvc thats him Chaoit 8:31 pm ((HAH Prowlita 8:31 pm *huffs* beeeeeeeeee 8:31 pm *not sure but that doesn't seem..natural* opatoes 8:31 pm ... You don't smell like you'd be all that delicious. So that's probably a good sign! _Whirl 8:31 pm Screeneyes. *long pause* ...can you put a screensaver on your screen? Prowlita 8:31 pm No-Eyes would be a terrible nickname. beeeeeeeeee 8:31 pm Oh, phew OmicronTheIceQueen 8:31 pm *looks over to see what Smokey is doing* NoodlesAtNight 8:31 pm *Soundwave puts a series of floating bubbles on his screen.* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:32 pm Racer: *nosing at dragon friend, not sure about new mechs yet* _Whirl snickers, much more amused by this than he might have normally been. 8:32 pm VProwl 8:32 pm *sits up to see Soundwave's reply* ... Can you do fractals? Kelpy 8:32 pm *also sits up to see* opatoes 8:32 pm /Smokescreen's taking a look around, ends up staring at Soundwave./ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:32 pm *pats the Racer. good bab.* NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm *Considers this. Puts together a few quick calculations and obediently spirals along a fractal.* _Whirl 8:33 pm Nice. NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm *This is how you know how tired he is. Normally he wouldn't go along with shenanigans like these.* Kelpy 8:33 pm Huh. opatoes 8:33 pm Sounds- Sounds- can you mirror your own face? _Whirl 8:33 pm *Whirl/Prowl Enabling Team has won this round* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:33 pm ((Are there gay jokes in this or am I totally misunderstanding innocent slang?)) NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm ((....i have no idea)) VProwl 8:33 pm @S «... Do that in the berth sometime.» Kelpy 8:33 pm //honestly i was not sure either gbgh NoodlesAtNight 8:33 pm ((LMFAO PROWL)) _Whirl 8:33 pm ((HAAAHAHAHA)) LyingLiarWhoLies 8:34 pm (( omg prowlsd gssfh Kelpy 8:34 pm //fgdgfvDFGVBF beeeeeeeeee 8:34 pm [[ dfjklas; ]] LyingLiarWhoLies 8:34 pm (( i should have seen that coming. VProwl 8:34 pm ((HE'S INTO FRACTALS)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:34 pm (well then) opatoes 8:34 pm ((Fragtals _Whirl 8:34 pm SHINT)) Prowlita 8:34 pm ((good taste, alternate NoodlesAtNight 8:34 pm *HEY SO there's a temporary light show over here on Soundwave's couch. He quickly swaps over to a recursive image of his 'face' per Smokescreen's request.* @P: [[...Acknowledged.]] opatoes 8:34 pm Ooooh- you look good that way, Sounds! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((pfff fragtals)) Kelpy 8:35 pm I wonder if I can get my visor to do that if I reverse which side the HUD is on? Do you think we could get lights to reflect off of each other's visor? NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm {{Praise!}} LyingLiarWhoLies 8:35 pm (( thank u prowl for sayin that before i gotta leave now *waves* _Whirl 8:35 pm *tiredly* Praise. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm ((oh mood, Harpo)) beeeeeeeeee 8:35 pm I think our science team would try anything once VProwl 8:35 pm *leans against Soundwave again. pokerfacing mightily* opatoes 8:35 pm ((Aww nini! <3 MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm *snaps his head around to look at the sudden lights like the baby predator he is but then it's just soundwave and that's boring so he goes back to petting Bird* VProwl 8:35 pm ((bye!! <3)) _Whirl 8:35 pm rest well!)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:35 pm ((byyye)) NoodlesAtNight 8:35 pm [[...Can you do that, Swerve?]] ((bye taramun <3 )) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:35 pm Racer: *Reeaaaly wants to go see a few mechs he knows, not sure if its saafe...?* Prowlita 8:35 pm *the only person in the room not looking at Soundwave* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:35 pm *the dragon can't really see Soundwave's screen, and although she'd like to, she's got a Racer here to pat.* Kelpy 8:36 pm Time to find out. [starts fiddling with his visor HUD until he's got it flipped to show on the outside] AHA! Chaoit 8:36 pm -well, he's not looking at anything right now- NoodlesAtNight 8:36 pm *Did Blaster fall asleep* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:37 pm *wonders if soundwave broke?* NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *Soundwave would get closer to Swerve to see what's on the visor but he doesn't want to leave Prowl's presence. So he just. Stretches a feeler all the way over there to peek with the optics on its claws.* Chaoit 8:37 pm -just about- NoodlesAtNight 8:37 pm *Click click.* beeeeeeeeee 8:38 pm [[who all from your crew is here chaoit?]] Chaoit 8:38 pm ((MEEEEE OmicronTheIceQueen 8:38 pm Racer: *SPOTS THE FEELER? Is it close-ish?!* Kelpy 8:38 pm [that's super weird but he's too tired to be weirded out so. Clock, temperature read outs, general frame info for anyone he's looking at, various reminders, an inbox notice and what may possibly be an Earth anime news network because he hasn't actually changed anything yet other than which side it's on] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:38 pm *the dragon watches the feeler too. das a friend, there* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:39 pm *starts drooping as a result of being this still* opatoes 8:39 pm Man, I am not awake enough for this movie. NoodlesAtNight 8:39 pm *The feeler is up in the air, but Racer can jump for it if he wants.* [[...What series are you watching.]] VProwl 8:40 pm ((lskdfjlkgj why does he have an anime news network)) Kelpy 8:40 pm //dfgvfg he and drift have weekend anime nighyts lmao VProwl 8:40 pm ((omg)) Kelpy 8:40 pm Durarara was the most recent one. //it'as his excuse for feeding drift weekly MedicalMurdersaurus 8:40 pm keee opatoes 8:40 pm Oh! I've seen Durarara! _Whirl 8:40 pm *with painful slowness, he pulls his legs up onto the couch, settles a bit, and then tucks all his limbs in close. Pillows his head on his rotor array, curls into a tight ball, and closes his optic. He's no longer lording over the couch but his proximity sensors will wake him if anyone gets near* NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm *Soundwave pulls the feeler back. He's never heard of that. He'll have to inquire with the Drift on Prowl's world some day.* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:42 pm Racer: *gives specs all the licks and snuggles before slowly inching around to go see smokey* NoodlesAtNight 8:42 pm ((amazon can you not)) opatoes 8:42 pm !! /Waving at Icy- he hasn't bathed since the last time she saw him.../ _Whirl 8:42 pm ((damn the wiring's REAL BAD)) Kelpy 8:42 pm //did a real number on it VProwl 8:42 pm ((the drift on prowl's world would tell soundwave that it's got a couple of beautiful love stories, which is how you know for sure that they're not)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:42 pm *big predacon Scents at the air....eeeeeyyyyessss Smokey* Kelpy 8:43 pm //lmfao opatoes 8:43 pm . . . /Smokescreen's holding onto First Aid's arm/ OmicronTheIceQueen 8:43 pm *Eyeing intensifies* Kelpy 8:44 pm They're bad at this. NoodlesAtNight 8:44 pm [[He's seen worse.]] SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:44 pm *grumbles, yawns, and reluctantly follows Racer out. she's leaving her grub bowl to keep an eye on you, Racer. feel honored (or not, kids will be kids).* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:45 pm I can watch him little one opatoes 8:45 pm ... Icy? What's up? /Clinging onto First Aid by now./ OmicronTheIceQueen 8:45 pm hello sparkling Prowlita 8:45 pm *it's a good thing Smokescreen didn't sit by Prowl, she'd have made him sit somewhere else if he hasn't washed recently* VProwl 8:46 pm *suppresses a laugh each time Groucho says "your turn"* opatoes 8:46 pm I'm really not a sparkling! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:46 pm *looks up at Icy, pretending that she's not as exhausted as she is* You sure? I don't mind... NoodlesAtNight 8:46 pm *Huffing at the extreme poverty joke.* beeeeeeeeee 8:47 pm *op, is not gonna question the cling* Prowlita 8:47 pm *same, it's the best joke she's heard all night* _Whirl 8:47 pm praise)) beeeeeeeeee 8:47 pm *pats smokey's shoulder* VProwl 8:47 pm *laughs* _Whirl the dulcet frog song briefly rouses him from his slumber and he raises his head slightly, blinking blearily at the screen 8:47 pm VProwl 8:48 pm *the lunge at the guy with the frog in his throat* opatoes 8:48 pm /Clinging to First Aid pretty tightly, just in case. He really doesn't want to end up getting dragged into a bath tonight!/ OmicronTheIceQueen 8:48 pm *pulls specs back over to her bowl and safe spot. watching sparkling* Surre smokey Kelpy 8:48 pm [snickers] beeeeeeeeee 8:48 pm *is very confused, wasn't really paying attention to their conversation* *pats mORE* _Whirl appreciates the frogs. Returns to sleep 8:48 pm opatoes 8:49 pm /Purring, loosening his grip a little bit to lean against./ beeeeeeeeee 8:49 pm *okay that's a little better, it was getting a little too tight for a minute* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:49 pm *faceplants back into the bowl. nomf nomf.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:49 pm *slumps over* OmicronTheIceQueen 8:49 pm Racer: *about to pounce on a smokey's pede* NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm *Laserbeak reaches up to pinch Swoop's nose with a feeler.* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm *chirps* ... ? ~ NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm {{You Swoop sleepy?}} MedicalMurdersaurus 8:50 pm *! You Bird pinch! Keheheh *yawns* Me Swoop boooreed NoodlesAtNight 8:50 pm {{You like next week more. Punch, chase, fight.}} opatoes 8:51 pm /Pede's wiggling just a little bit. He's pretty tired tonight!/ MedicalMurdersaurus 8:51 pm :V VProwl 8:51 pm *shoulders tremble* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:51 pm Awesome! beeeeeeeeee 8:51 pm *leans head on smokey's shoulder. or head. depending on height difference* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:51 pm Us do punch case movie now! opatoes 8:51 pm /Smokescreen's 21 ft/ MedicalMurdersaurus 8:51 pm *chase beeeeeeeeee 8:51 pm *head it is* Prowlita 8:51 pm *huffs* MedicalMurdersaurus 8:51 pm ((How big is everyone?)) beeeeeeeeee 8:52 pm [[at this point i have no idea how to calculate heights but i know he's taller than 21 feet ]] opatoes 8:52 pm /... First Aid's a pretty big bot! Smokescreen's nuzzling First Aid's neck, getting pretty comfy!/ VProwl 8:52 pm *HE FORGOT TO GIVE HIS ALTERNATE A FEED* *ping. visual feed.* NoodlesAtNight 8:52 pm {{Can't do nooooooow.}} _Whirl 8:52 pm ((TFs is "lol what scale" but the number I have for whirl is 38ft/11.5 meters)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:52 pm [Racer's about pony sized, Icy's a good 35-38 feet tall in bot mode. but she has more mass and bulk in beast] Chaoit 8:52 pm ((18-19 range SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:52 pm ((dragon's fox-sized. tiny dragon.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm Why? _Whirl 8:52 pm AHHH SPECS SHE'S SO SMALL THAT MAKES ALL HER INTERACTIONS WITH WHIRL THAT MUCH CUTER)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:52 pm ((Swoop is around two wheeljacks so we're calling it 30ish)) opatoes 8:53 pm ((SWOOP BIG SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:53 pm ((bitty dragon is bitty)) beeeeeeeeee 8:53 pm [[two wheeljacks jasdlfk; jas]] opatoes 8:53 pm ((i love swoop Prowlita 8:53 pm *oh right, video feed* Thank you, Captain. MedicalMurdersaurus 8:53 pm ((Swoop is tol but if he turns sideways he disappears)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:53 pm [I love fluffy dragon. she can sit up on Icy'sh head. bitty dragon loaf on gaint dragon loaf] Prowlita 8:53 pm *anything interesting on the HUD?* beeeeeeeeee 8:53 pm [[ idw aid is probably...24-27 feet? who knows tho heights are Weird]] NoodlesAtNight 8:53 pm ((soundwave is some 26-28 feet depending on how bad he's slouching)) Kelpy 8:54 pm //efggv swerve's about 20-21 feet he's smol SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:54 pm ((loafception)) Chaoit 8:54 pm ((sonofabic ((Blaster's short _Whirl is huge ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ 8:54 pm Prowlita 8:54 pm ((Prowl is 24ft MedicalMurdersaurus 8:54 pm ((other than the tinys, everyone should be able to pick swoop up and move him, no problem)) VProwl 8:55 pm *shoulders tremble* *brilliant. and stupid.* opatoes 8:55 pm ((Smokescreen probably feels pretty self conscious about his height in here phff VProwl 8:55 pm ((prowl's avatar is 25)) Kelpy 8:55 pm I can't tell if this is the funniest thing Prowl has ever seen or his worst nightmare for paperwork. OmicronTheIceQueen 8:55 pm [whirl is predaconish size xD] VProwl 8:56 pm Yes. beeeeeeeeee 8:56 pm [[noo smokey ur cute aid likes u]] NoodlesAtNight 8:56 pm [[Second opinion?]] _Whirl 8:56 pm he might as well be a predacon tbh, he tends to get on well with them)) Prowlita 8:56 pm *huffs* opatoes 8:56 pm ((awww <# smokescreen likes first aid! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:56 pm ((also organic dragons. at least this one, anyways.)) MedicalMurdersaurus 8:56 pm *streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetches his wings out* _Whirl 8:57 pm 83c )) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:57 pm [XD come say hi? just no stepping on the hatchling!] Chaoit 8:57 pm ((almost everyone in the room is taller than Blaster beeeeeeeeee 8:57 pm [[ tiny blaster ]] _Whirl 8:57 pm ((if that was directed at whirl, he's ded)) ((he has gone Bye Bye)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:58 pm Racer: *pounces one of smokey's pedes! ...if its his and not first aid's <_<;;;;* VProwl 8:58 pm ((at least he's already outside)) Chaoit 8:58 pm ((he's not even 20 ft tall VProwl 8:58 pm ((they can just dump him on the ground and bury him)) _Whirl 8:58 pm rip in pieces whirl, the galaxy will celebrate when they find out)) opatoes 8:58 pm /SURPRISED HONK at the bitty coming close to his pedes/ SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:58 pm ((the dragon will pour one out for you whirl)) _Whirl 8:58 pm bless)) SpecsTheSpectralDragon 8:59 pm ((may frogmom sing you to your rest)) OmicronTheIceQueen 8:59 pm [Icy might yawn and flex her jaws?] Racer: *mad paw swips to catch the big pede* beeeeeeeeee 8:59 pm *startled jerk at the honk* _Whirl jolts momentarily awake with that surprise honk and looks ready to THROW DOWN... but oh. It's Smokescreen. Back to sleep. 8:59 pm opatoes 8:59 pm Oh noo- my pede! /He's wiggling his pede, patting First Aid. Sorry about that honk!/ Kelpy 8:59 pm [surprised beep] Chaoit 8:59 pm -loud noise what?- -oh, nothing bad. back to napping- opatoes 9:00 pm pphfphhfff- SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:00 pm *the dragon actually startles so hard that she smacks her head on Icy's underside.* Aieee! MedicalMurdersaurus 9:00 pm ((omfg)) NoodlesAtNight 9:00 pm ((oh my god i'm so sorry)) opatoes 9:00 pm I'd steal a jewel like that- probably by accident but OmicronTheIceQueen 9:01 pm Racer: *Trills! the little mighty predacon will get that pede!* VProwl 9:01 pm ((just white people making assholes of themselves, nothing to see here)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:01 pm ((daaaaamn)) Kelpy 9:01 pm //fgbfghb OmicronTheIceQueen 9:01 pm *gives specs a comfort lick* Prowlita 9:02 pm Ha. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:02 pm ((I'm actually watching this and a badly-subbed Rodan at the same time, so I am free from white nonsense)) Thank you, Icy... *rubs her head awkwardly* VProwl 9:03 pm *he makes very convincing dog noises.* Kelpy 9:03 pm That's what dogs sound like? OmicronTheIceQueen 9:04 pm Racer: *noming harmlessly on a smokey pede, curled around it* NoodlesAtNight 9:04 pm [[If they've recently eaten a cat.]] opatoes 9:04 pm Owwww- oh no, I'm being eaten! First, I tried to eat bots, and now I'm being eaten! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:04 pm I thought that was if the cat had eaten them. Chaoit 9:06 pm -might need to wake him up in a little- beeeeeeeeee 9:06 pm It is revenge NoodlesAtNight 9:06 pm ((ARGH why didn't it warn for this stuff)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:06 pm (racer can be sicked on blaster? pffft) _Whirl 9:06 pm Not your fault, Neddles!)) Kelpy 9:06 pm //i guess they just??? didn't consider it which is weird that they wouldn't consider it OmicronTheIceQueen 9:07 pm Racer: *nom!* Pfffb? *looks up* opatoes 9:07 pm Racer- come on, I'm not a snack! /He's trying to reach to pat Racer, without shifting around too much. He doesn't want to move First Aid!/ Chaoit 9:08 pm -in a bit, because he's out cold- OmicronTheIceQueen 9:08 pm Racer *uncurls and moves to sit up, peering at the two, but doesn't hop up. he has some manors....for that at least.* Prowlita 9:08 pm *this is surprisingly not terrible* beeeeeeeeee 9:09 pm *likes the music* _Whirl once again roused to stare at the screen with a slitted optic 9:09 pm SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:09 pm ((don't worry about it, Slendymun. you did the best you could.)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:09 pm (yes) NoodlesAtNight 9:10 pm *Soundwave starts drowsing, contented with the musical sequence. He slowly slumps ever more onto Prowl's shoulder.* VProwl 9:11 pm *leans harder to balance him out.* NoodlesAtNight 9:11 pm {{Her got Bird on head.}} _Whirl music done. He's absolutely lost the plot at this point. Peers about. 9:11 pm _Whirl mercifully missed the whole "small predacon eating Smokescreen's foot" debacle 9:11 pm MedicalMurdersaurus 9:12 pm Keheheh VProwl 9:12 pm *you don't watch a marx brothers movie for the plot* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:12 pm BIRD nest _Whirl 9:12 pm *fair enough* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:12 pm RAcer: *little predacon daaares to pat new medic with small paw touch* hai? _Whirl 9:12 pm Oh. Damn. Good song. Kelpy 9:12 pm [isn't even sure there is a plot] _Whirl 9:12 pm Like the Tenors more, tho. NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm *If there was one, Soundwave could barely follow it. And he can follow a planet's worth of transmissions.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:13 pm Her do weird sing VProwl 9:13 pm Who are the Tenors? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:13 pm Like uhhhh UHHHH Her sing.... *vague, meaningless hand gestures* _Whirl 9:13 pm The Three Tenors. Sang a lot on Earth. They sang this song--O Sole Mio--their rendition was really good. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:13 pm Movie with.... Leeloo! Prowlita 9:13 pm It's not weird. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:13 pm Sing part Her Leeloo fighting : > NoodlesAtNight 9:13 pm {{Ooh! Ooh! Blue alien singer?}} _Whirl 9:14 pm But she's very good. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:14 pm YAH! VProwl 9:14 pm *for a moment Prowl was internally reacting to those notes the way Harpo was externally* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:14 pm That better than this movie : > NoodlesAtNight 9:14 pm {{It weird movie. This weird movie too.}} Kelpy 9:14 pm Hey Smokey there room on that couch? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:15 pm Yah BUT better fight opatoes 9:15 pm I think we've got room for one more bot, sure! /Sleepy waving at Swerve!/ beeeeeeeeee 9:15 pm come sit with uusss Kelpy 9:15 pm Great. [drags self up and squishes into couch] _Whirl back to sleep. 9:15 pm VProwl 9:16 pm *figures, Prowl invites two people and they both sit with Smokescreen.* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:16 pm Racer: *jumps at new mech, eeeyyes* opatoes 9:16 pm /You can join this couch too Prowl/ VProwl 9:16 pm *oh well. trying to make friends is a long shot anyway.* Kelpy 9:16 pm [He'd sit with Prowl but he looks comfy with Soundwave honestly] opatoes 9:17 pm /Smokescreen offers a servo to Swerve!/ It's nice to see you again, though. Thank you for helping out with the whole- you know, that whole thing. Kelpy 9:17 pm Thank Soundwave for taking the time to bridge you, otherwise we wouldn't have had time to cure you. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:17 pm *Icy has been slowly, carefully, predatory stealth moving bit by bit closer to where Smokey is, without desturbing anyone, or specs* opatoes 9:18 pm That's true, that's true- I've got a lot of bots to thank for keeping me from becoming a sparkeater! SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:18 pm *frankly, if Icy intends to bathe smokescreen, Specs is DELIGHTED to assist in any way possible.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:18 pm What is sparkeater? Kelpy 9:18 pm Monsyer opatoes 9:18 pm Someone that eats sparks! Prowlita 9:18 pm *slumps a little more into her couch* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:19 pm Cool Kelpy 9:19 pm [If Smokey's getting a bath Swerve's abandoning ship for Prowl's couch] opatoes 9:19 pm /Smokescreen's got no plans to get bathed tonight, but he's too tired to get away.../ OmicronTheIceQueen 9:20 pm (no, but he might get a lick or two) NoodlesAtNight 9:20 pm ((i stg amazon never has this many problems)) opatoes 9:20 pm /asdxcvb licks are fine with him! He might even lick back/ Kelpy 9:20 pm Man, Whirl and Prowl did some real damage _Whirl 9:20 pm IT'S BEING in-character)) beeeeeeeeee 9:21 pm doing..what? VProwl 9:21 pm Technically, the speakers did the damage. _Whirl heard his name. Wakes up, peering suspicously 9:21 pm _Whirl 9:21 pm What? Kelpy 9:21 pm True. VProwl 9:21 pm ... Sorry about the uh... *gestures at the crashed movie* opatoes 9:21 pm Wait, what did speakers have to do with this? SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:21 pm *chirps at Whirl* You saved people! _Whirl 9:22 pm ...did I? When? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:22 pm gu-er-yuh-luh keheheh Him words funny VProwl 9:22 pm At least we got to hear the loft pun again. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:22 pm Sparkeater removal, of course. *the dragon has no idea why Whirl and Prowl are to blame, so she assumes they were fighting off sparkeaters heroically* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:22 pm Racer: *huffs, goes to sniff around* opatoes 9:23 pm ?? W. What? How do speakers stop sparkeaters? _Whirl 9:23 pm Well. I was the sparkeater, so. Prowl gets the thanks. Kelpy 9:23 pm Ther cure, Smokey. _Whirl 9:23 pm All I did was lose it, and try to eat his holoform. beeeeeeeeee 9:23 pm thank you for inviting us, prowl! i didn't even know about multiversal streams before. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:23 pm ......the frag? opatoes 9:23 pm ... Was THAT the cure? I thought you guys just knocked us out and injected us with something. _Whirl 9:23 pm Nah, it was sound. Apparently we needed something pretty serious to cure me. Kelpy 9:23 pm Nah, the soundfile was the cure. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:23 pm ... *ah. she put her paw in it.* Sorry, Whirl... opatoes 9:23 pm ... That's a pretty cool cure. _Whirl 9:24 pm Not your fault. Just my bad fraggin luck. VProwl 9:24 pm They happen weekly. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:24 pm ...glad I missed this SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:24 pm Well, I shouldn't have said something like that. I don't want to make you feel bad, you're my friend. Prowlita 9:24 pm Is that what happened here? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:24 pm *is still entirely oblivious of the sparkeater-baby mess on account of Grimlock shoving them all deep in the caves* _Whirl cycles a snort-like sound through his vents. But it's affectionate. ...not that that's easy to tell 9:24 pm _Whirl 9:25 pm You're fine, pipsqueak. I was... y'know. *uncomfortable pause* Sick. I guess is the... easiest way to. Y'know, how about we talk about this later. Prowlita 9:25 pm *is oblivious because none of it came to Praxus* _Whirl 9:25 pm But, I get you. You're fine. You brought me booze, after all. ...and, well. Yeah. They had to drag me here to cure me. VProwl 9:26 pm *mumbles* And the least cooperative patient I've ever had. _Whirl 9:26 pm I was, uh, resistant. Kelpy 9:26 pm Isn't he the only patient you've ever had? VProwl 9:26 pm ... Yes. _Whirl 9:26 pm Pfft. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:26 pm ((pfff swerve)) _Whirl 9:26 pm Hey, Soundwave, taking requests? VProwl 9:26 pm ((*deletes joke so swerve can get credit for it*)) Kelpy 9:26 pm //fdgv lmfao _Whirl 9:27 pm PROWL DELETES HIMSELF 2018)) NoodlesAtNight 9:27 pm {{Him Soundwave recharging. What you Whirl got suggesting?}} OmicronTheIceQueen 9:27 pm .............. *slow ninja lick to the back of smokey's head and shoulders* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:27 pm You weren't in your right mind. You weren't in a mind, period. You take no blame for being resistant. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:27 pm *scritches along Bird's back* _Whirl 9:27 pm Oh. *peers* Right. Pavarotti. O Sole Mio. Good rendition of the song. (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_mLFHLSULw )) opatoes 9:27 pm /Squeaks at the lick!/ Hey- come on, no licking! VProwl 9:27 pm *... soundwave and prowl have been leaning on each other HOW LONG and prowl didn't notice he was asleep?* _Whirl 9:27 pm ((if u so need it)) beeeeeeeeee 9:27 pm *whoops* _Whirl 9:28 pm Yeah. Yeah, I know. Let's--drop it. If you don't mind. opatoes 9:28 pm /He's now known as Snoozewave/ VProwl 9:28 pm Sure. SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Clean him, Icy! Kelpy 9:28 pm [hightails it for Prowl's couch to avoid getting caught in the lick war] _Whirl shuffles into a sitting-upright position and stares at the screen, antenna pinned back pensively 9:28 pm SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:28 pm Okay, Whirl. *chirps at him affectionately* _Whirl 9:29 pm Thanks, squirt. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:29 pm I did two days ago *chuckles, but gives smokey another lick, sorry if anyone else on couch might get licked too* beeeeeeeeee 9:29 pm *gets up, isn't wanting to get licked* opatoes 9:29 pm Come on- not here- beeeeeeeeee 9:29 pm *unsure of where to sit, kinda stands..somewhere* opatoes 9:29 pm /Smokescreen's getting up, too. He doesn't want to be left behind!/ _Whirl 9:29 pm Thanks, 'Beak. NoodlesAtNight 9:29 pm ((oh yeah. uhhh time marker 9:50)) Prowlita 9:30 pm *jumps slightly at the sudden music* Oh. Music. VProwl 9:30 pm *scoots over a little to make room for Swerve* SpecsTheSpectralDragon 9:30 pm *the dragon stretches and yawns* Goodnight, everyone. *she's taking the grubs with her.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm Bird VProwl 9:30 pm *... tries to scoot Soundwave without unbalancing him* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:30 pm Racer: *omg people are standing! runs chirping under a table or chair* Prowlita 9:30 pm *ends the audio feed* NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm {{Goodnight dragon!}} beeeeeeeeee 9:30 pm *doesn't know if there's room on prowl's couch so he'll sit next to it?* Agooddistraction858 9:30 pm Wow opatoes 9:30 pm ((nini! _Whirl 9:30 pm Seeya. opatoes 9:30 pm Wheels! Wheels, how're you doing? MedicalMurdersaurus 9:30 pm When You not tired Bird anymore, Me Swoop want to flying : > NoodlesAtNight 9:30 pm {{You, doctor bot. You sit here. Him Swoop medic too.}} {{Kay~}} Agooddistraction858 9:30 pm I'm alright. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:31 pm Kay : > Kelpy 9:31 pm Later dragon. Agooddistraction858 9:31 pm Are you uh... okay to be here? VProwl 9:31 pm *Can he scoot Soundwave enough to make room for Swerve AND First Aid? Probably not. But he'll take First Aid sitting nearby.* NoodlesAtNight 9:31 pm *Soundwave's a little heavier than you'd think but he scoots pretty well when nudged.* beeeeeeeeee 9:31 pm *is swoop next to the foot of the couch cause that's where he sat down? _Whirl tilts his head and peacefully enjoys the song 9:31 pm Prowlita 9:31 pm *going to leave now, which is a lot easier to do with no door. or walls* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:31 pm *predacon looming over smokey so....yeah?* opatoes 9:31 pm ... I've been better. But I'm not a sparkeater!! It's fine! MedicalMurdersaurus 9:31 pm *is in a chair with Laserbeak in his lap* beeeeeeeeee 9:31 pm *will move onto couch if there is room, but he def doesn't want to make it too squished* Chaoit 9:31 pm -still fast asleep- Agooddistraction858 9:31 pm If you say so, kid beeeeeeeeee 9:32 pm You're a medic too? opatoes 9:32 pm /Smokescreen's looking over. Dangit, he wants to sit with First Aid again, but he can't sit there./ beeeeeeeeee 9:32 pm *said @ swoop belatedely* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:32 pm *blinks owlishly at First Aid* Yah. Me Swoop do junior medic stuff with Him Ratchet. Agooddistraction858 9:33 pm *glances at the bar* _Whirl 9:33 pm THAT is the good stuff. beeeeeeeeee 9:33 pm oh! i wonder if i spoke to the ratchet who's training you. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:33 pm *icy is just doing the two licks, shes shifting aside to watch her hatching* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:33 pm *shrugs* : > beeeeeeeeee 9:33 pm do you like it? _Whirl 9:33 pm *well... he can stick around for one more* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:34 pm Yah! Me Swoop like GUTS kehehehhe! And help Dinobots with damage. _Whirl 9:34 pm Hey, Prowl. If the medics need me, give them my comm. But I'm going home after this, not the hospital. beeeeeeeeee 9:34 pm *snorts* opatoes 9:34 pm ... /Smokescreen's just going to lie down on his couch. The couch is all his, he guesses./ VProwl 9:35 pm I'll let them know. You should be past the quarantine period. Chaoit 9:35 pm ((annnnnd I gotta go beeeeeeeeee 9:35 pm [nini] MedicalMurdersaurus 9:35 pm You First Aid _Whirl 9:35 pm gnight!)) beeeeeeeeee 9:35 pm Yes opatoes 9:35 pm ((Nini! Kelpy 9:35 pm //nini _Whirl 9:35 pm *nods* Wasteland's a good quarantine zone, anyway. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:35 pm (rest well!) Chaoit 9:35 pm ((just gonna say someone eventually woke Blaster up and sent him home Agooddistraction858 9:35 pm *plops heavily on couch next to Smokey* VProwl 9:36 pm ... Hey. Whirl. Chaoit 9:36 pm ((thanks for the stream, later! _Whirl 9:36 pm Yep? NoodlesAtNight 9:36 pm ((night)) MedicalMurdersaurus 9:36 pm *nods at first aid like they've established soemthing* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:36 pm Racer: *sniffs around to someone?* beeeeeeeeee 9:36 pm *nods back * VProwl 9:36 pm Are you going to start up Culture Club meetings again? beeeeeeeeee 9:36 pm ooh a culture club. that sounds cool. opatoes 9:36 pm !! /Wait Wheeljack's here? Smokescreen's scooting a bit to sit up next to Wheeljack./ Were you okay during the sparkeater stuff? OmicronTheIceQueen 9:36 pm a what? _Whirl 9:37 pm Dunno. Don't really have a place to host em, anymore. Maybe I can get some kind of projector for my shuttle... opatoes 9:37 pm Culture club? _Whirl 9:37 pm But if I do, I'll let you know. *tilts his head* You ARE co-founder, after all. Agooddistraction858 9:37 pm I'm fine. Been working on wiring for the protoforms. Kelpy 9:37 pm [perks] Culture club? VProwl 9:37 pm *nods* ... It wouldn't be hard to find a meeting place in the city. OmicronTheIceQueen 9:37 pm *debates mentioning her ship* opatoes 9:37 pm Wiring? Wait, did something happen to 'em? Besides, you know. _Whirl 9:37 pm Maaaybe. If I can stomach being in Starscream's Clown Town more than ten minutes at a time. You can't tell, but I'm making a face, right now. Agooddistraction858 9:38 pm Just making sure they have power. VProwl 9:38 pm *Prowl has a hard time telling when ANYONE makes a face, he appreciates the notice.* _Whirl 9:38 pm And yeah, Swerve--something I used to do. Back when my Lost Light was still around. opatoes 9:38 pm Ohh. That makes sense- are they gonna be okay? VProwl 9:38 pm If nothing else, the library has meeting rooms. _Whirl 9:38 pm We'd all go watch movies, each week, someone new picks. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:38 pm *crosses his legs under himself so Bird is covering him like a blanket* VProwl 9:38 pm It's technically still around? It's—parked outside the city. I think some people still live in it. Kelpy 9:38 pm OOoh. Our Whirl didn't do that. That sounds fun. _Whirl 9:39 pm Well, if I start 'em up again, then I'll let you know. Kelpy 9:39 pm Nice. _Whirl 9:39 pm And it's--I mean the ship's there, but the Lost Light is gone. *somewhat uncomfortable pause* Hard to explain. Anyway... catch you losers later. *hops up with a half-hearted salute* opatoes 9:39 pm They sound really fun! Night, Whirl. Hope you have a better night than- some of these nights have been. VProwl 9:39 pm ... Some kind of symbolic spiritual thing? OmicronTheIceQueen 9:39 pm The crew and colony- family?- sense is not the same? *glance at Whirl* Agooddistraction858 9:40 pm Frag it beeeeeeeeee 9:40 pm bye whirl _Whirl 9:40 pm I... Not now. Kelpy 9:40 pm Night Whirl. Have fun. _Whirl 9:40 pm Maybe later. Agooddistraction858 9:40 pm Coming here was a bad idea, gotta get away from the bar. I'll see ya later, kid. opatoes 9:40 pm ... Is everything okay, Wheels? _Whirl 9:40 pm *Whirl's in a bit of a rough place at the moment, of all the people he'd expected to make him feel a little better, Prowl was probably at the bottom of the list. But he did, and Whirl is quietly grateful* VProwl 9:40 pm Ah. Evening. I'll—er—see you, next movie night you come to, then. opatoes 9:40 pm I'll see you later, but are you okay? Agooddistraction858 9:40 pm I'm great, haven't had a drink in fragging days _Whirl 9:41 pm Probably won't be coming back here for a while. But yeah. Seeya. beeeeeeeeee 9:41 pm oh i like this song opatoes 9:41 pm ... Oh. You can keep it up, I know, Wheels. VProwl 9:41 pm Mm. When you do, then. _Whirl 9:41 pm ((AKA this is normally tabletop night so i will only be able to come on cancellations ;___; )) Agooddistraction858 9:41 pm Hope so. _Whirl 9:41 pm I will, when I can. VProwl 9:41 pm *nods* opatoes 9:41 pm ... You wanna hang out sometime, Wheels? Agooddistraction858 9:41 pm Yeah. We should do that. No drinks. Hit me up. See ya _Whirl shifts into alt mode, bobbing nearly in the air, and carefully rises out of the way of the audience, turning and bridging himself away 9:41 pm opatoes 9:41 pm That works! See you later! ... /Watching Whirl go of in his alt mode. Ooh./ MedicalMurdersaurus 9:42 pm :V *waves at Whirl* _Whirl 9:42 pm ((fancy helicopter)) VProwl 9:42 pm *... did he handle that well? he's not sure. it's hard to tell with most people but even harder to tell with Whirl.* Kelpy 9:42 pm [waves bye] OmicronTheIceQueen 9:43 pm Racer: *fascinated by transforming mechs, staring from his spot* _Whirl 9:43 pm *you done good, prowl* NoodlesAtNight 9:44 pm *Laserbeak pats Swoop's shoulder with a feeler. Time for her to clean up what she can lift, since the Boss is out cold again. She whirs up and around, cleaning up snacks and the less heavy seats.* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:44 pm *Icy chirps at laserbeak, would she like some help?* opatoes 9:45 pm /Waving bye to Swerve!/ NoodlesAtNight 9:45 pm *She warbles back. No, no, she's got it. The more stomping around there is the more likely the Boss is to wake up.* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:45 pm *immediately does his best impression of a helpful person, he doesn't actually know where stuff goes and how to do this but he pretends and chirps in clear confusion when he is adrift* beeeeeeeeee 9:45 pm *loves the chill songs, slowly getting a little sleepy* opatoes 9:45 pm /He's lying down almost immediately./ So- I can recharge out here, right, Sounds? OmicronTheIceQueen 9:45 pm *Is a big predator though, can be soundless, nearly* You can come to Dreaded if you're safe smokey opatoes 9:47 pm I mean, I can go back. It's just- I guess I'm not exactly ready to go back to my Cybertron yet? OmicronTheIceQueen 9:47 pm no? *shifts to look at him* Racer: *might be going to sniff at first aid's pedes, he's not going to pounce though so safe* beeeeeeeeee 9:48 pm *uh--* hello? OmicronTheIceQueen 9:49 pm RAcer: *sits and looks waaay up at him* haai! Kelpy 9:49 pm [stretches slowly] we should prooobably head back in a few minutes so we don't like. Fall asleep on his couches. opatoes 9:49 pm Yeah. Kind of wanna take a moment to just... Reflect on stuff, I guess? I guess it's probably not a good idea to leave my home along for that long, though. beeeeeeeeee 9:49 pm Mm.. yeah Still a lot of recovery to do To make sure everyone is recovering well OmicronTheIceQueen 9:49 pm Is he safe? no contagons? beeeeeeeeee 9:49 pm Who are you asking? VProwl 9:50 pm *leans over to look at Racer by First Aid's feet.* Kelpy 9:50 pm [mutters]Maybe shove Vos out an airlock. beeeeeeeeee 9:50 pm aj ks;lf opatoes 9:50 pm pfff- beeeeeeeeee 9:50 pm swerve VProwl 9:50 pm *... sticks out his tongue at Racer.* Pbbbt. Kelpy 9:50 pm I'm just saying. opatoes 9:50 pm ... You know he'd probably make it out alright, right? beeeeeeeeee 9:50 pm I mean I don't entirely disagree opatoes 9:50 pm He's got that kinda luck. MedicalMurdersaurus 9:50 pm *menders around Bird until she decides to shoo him off or goes on a flight with him, whichever comes first* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:50 pm RAcer: !!!!!!! =3 Pbbbt! Owl 😊 VProwl 9:51 pm If you want to get rid of Vos, you need to do better than throwing him out the airlock. Kelpy 9:51 pm [slumps off couch] Yeah I think that's it for me, ha. Night guys. Tell Slendy night for me Laserbeak. NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm *Bird will let Swoop help so he can chill out with her upstairs after for another nap.* beeeeeeeeee 9:51 pm Hopefully now that this is all over they'll just....go away VProwl 9:51 pm Do you have space bridges? Have you considered bridging him into the middle of a star? Kelpy 9:51 pm Good point. Maybe fire then the airlock. NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm {{Bird tells. You recharge, First Aid recharge.}} MedicalMurdersaurus 9:51 pm *is all for bird time* <3 NoodlesAtNight 9:51 pm {{Kill Vos.}} VProwl 9:51 pm ... To be clear, this IS the Vos that's a gun, correct? opatoes 9:51 pm What about shadow zoning him? That might work. Kelpy 9:51 pm YEs. beeeeeeeeee 9:52 pm [[as jdfl; why is bird telling aid to sleep thats cute]] Kelpy 9:52 pm Evil gun Vos. [tugs First Aid up] I'll comm and let you know how our Public Service goes. beeeeeeeeee 9:52 pm Eeeevill OmicronTheIceQueen 9:52 pm *headtilts listening, moves to stand up and step over to smokey* NoodlesAtNight 9:52 pm ((they gotta get rest to make sure the whole ship stays cured, last thing she wants is to be put out of her way another week)) beeeeeeeeee 9:53 pm [[fair]] *stands up* thank you for the invite prowl, i enjoyed tonight VProwl 9:53 pm ... Thank you two for coming. NoodlesAtNight 9:53 pm ((consider anything nice she says is secretly selfish lol)) Kelpy 9:53 pm //lmao opatoes 9:53 pm ? /Waving at Icy!/ MedicalMurdersaurus 9:53 pm ((bird? selfish? nooooooo)) OmicronTheIceQueen 9:53 pm Racer: *he edges closer, and rubs against Prowl's leg, making a happy sound. Don't ask why, he just likes Prowl for some reason* VProwl 9:53 pm You're—uh— I don't want to speak for Soundwave *who's still leaning on him,* but as far as I'M concerned—you're welcome to come again. If you want. beeeeeeeeee 9:53 pm I would like that! opatoes 9:54 pm I should probably go home already. Thanks for having me, Sounds. VProwl 9:54 pm *tries to lean over without dislodging Soundwave and pets Racer.* Kelpy 9:54 pm I probably will, yeah. Night! beeeeeeeeee 9:54 pm I hope you get the rest you need after everything this week VProwl 9:54 pm And you, too. NoodlesAtNight 9:54 pm {{Soundwave recharging. You go home, not eat bots. Be good.}} *To Smokescreen.* OmicronTheIceQueen 9:54 pm Smokey, climb up opatoes 9:54 pm ... Wait, is Sounds okay- oh! beeeeeeeeee 9:54 pm *nods at swerve* ready? opatoes 9:54 pm I promise not to eat anyone. ... I didn't eat anyone while I was like that, did I? Climb up? I can really get home alright, Icy. beeeeeeeeee 9:55 pm Also no you didn't NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm *Soundwave starts to get dislodged, but he instinctively clutches the feeler tighter and it keeps him from falling too far.* Kelpy 9:55 pm Ready. [heads off] OmicronTheIceQueen 9:55 pm RAcer *careful lift up to put forepaws on couch to get the pet, will be darting off to icy soon* beeeeeeeeee 9:55 pm Night everyone! OmicronTheIceQueen 9:55 pm You want a break? If you're safe you can come to Dreaded Wings NoodlesAtNight 9:55 pm ((thank you all for coming, and aid and swerve mun especially this first night <3)) opatoes 9:55 pm Good, good! I- I don't know what I'd do if I did. Or if I could make up for something like that. VProwl 9:55 pm *is clutched.* opatoes 9:55 pm I really shouldn't leave Megatron alone for as long as I already have, but thank you, Icy. VProwl 9:55 pm *straightens back up* MedicalMurdersaurus 9:56 pm ((ahh! What an inaccurate first night for y'all. Swoop didn't assault anyone. I'll do better next week.)) beeeeeeeeee 9:56 pm [[thanks for inviting us guys <3 ]] opatoes 9:56 pm ((<3 Kelpy 9:56 pm //lmao. swerve expected better of you swoop Kelpy 9:56 pm //<3 OmicronTheIceQueen 9:57 pm *Gives a short, but soft call in predacon, getting rAcer to come running back to her and boosts her sparkling to back, pauses and looks back at soundwave and prowl. help? nah she'll do something like wake and scare, moves to her bridge* [thanks for the stream!] NoodlesAtNight 9:58 pm ((welcome!)) opatoes 9:58 pm /Smokescreen's finally getting himself home with one last wave in Soundwave's direction!/ VProwl 10:00 pm *... Is that everyone? Is it just Soundwave and Prowl now? Are even the deployers gone?* NoodlesAtNight 10:00 pm *Yep. Everyone else is inside.* VProwl 10:01 pm *Huh. If Prowl had known Soundwave was going to fall asleep, he would have asked where he's sleeping while Dancitron is damaged.* NoodlesAtNight 10:01 pm *On Prowl, obviously. He can always nudge Soundwave up long enough to ask.* VProwl 10:02 pm *No no, Prowl doesn't want to wake him. He scales up a few feet and very... carefully... picks Soundwave up. He can take him back in to Dancitron and ask one of the deployers.* *... If they cross paths with a deployer. If not, he'll wing it.* NoodlesAtNight 10:03 pm *Ravage is downstairs muttering about the state of his bar, so he will.* NoodlesAtNight 10:05 pm *He'll turn and give Prowl and his armful a wide-optic look, tail switching side to side.*??@P: =Hurt or resting?= VProwl 10:05 pm Resting, I think. *he's not going to say he's SURE, though. what if there's internal damage he doesn't know about that only just now manifested???* He dozed off during the movie. NoodlesAtNight 10:08 pm =Hm.= *Gently batting at some broken glass, trying to think about how best to clean things up.* =Not here, eh? Repair noises, soon. His other place. Or yours. It is fine.= *Ravage chuckles and flashes fangs for a moment.* =I know how to find you.= VProwl 10:09 pm His other place, then. VProwl 10:10 pm ... I'll drop him off and come back to help pick up. At the least bring in the things from outside. *Prowl expects Ravage to protest, if he's anywhere near as resistant to guests helping clean as Soundwave is.* The mess IS my fault. NoodlesAtNight 10:14 pm =It is.= *Unlike Soundwave, Ravage has no problems identifying the sources of the problem out loud.* =You will help tomorrow. Tonight, resting. We watched you work. He would want it.= *Suddenly hooks the piece of glass in his claws and shakes it off into a bin.* =And Laserbeak is mad at you.= *Chuckling.* VProwl 10:16 pm *Prowl appreciates it. It means he doesn't have to fight to help.* ... Am I incorrect, or is Laserbeak perpetually at least partially mad at me? To be fair, at the moment she has an excellent reason. But I mean in general. NoodlesAtNight 10:18 pm *Ravage looks rather like a cat that's caught a canary, which is somewhat appropriate.* NoodlesAtNight 10:22 pm =Ah, general... The bird is greedy. You share Soundwave's attention. You will get used to it.= *Flicks paw.* =Or she will. It is nothing. /But,/= *And here he's grinning again.* =Today, the club. It was her weekend to sing.= VProwl 10:24 pm Oh. *and here he thought it had been because he'd partially wrecked her home.* Then I'm especially sorry to her. NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm *Well, that too. But she wouldn't be half as mad if they'd done it on a week she wasn't scheduled to perform.* =I will tell her, hm?= VProwl 10:26 pm I'd appreciate it. NoodlesAtNight 10:26 pm *Slow nod.* VProwl 10:26 pm I'm assuming she wouldn't be pleased to hear it from me. NoodlesAtNight 10:28 pm =Tonight, no. When the pet Dinobot is gone.= *He doesn't know for sure if Swoop would roast Prowl if she asked, but he'd rather not risk Soundwave's wrath and find out.* VProwl 10:29 pm Another time, then. *and... he's still standing there holding Soundwave. He should get him to bed.* ... Evening. NoodlesAtNight 10:30 pm *Ravage gets back onto fours to continue working and dips his head.* =Goodnight, Autobot.= *Sorry. Reflex.* VProwl 10:30 pm *He's been called worse things. At least "Autobot" is one he's called himself.* *A farewell nod to Ravage, and he opens a bridge to Soundwave's apartment.* NoodlesAtNight 10:31 pm *Soundwave will, of course, not protest this in the slightest.* VProwl 10:32 pm *hopefully he won't protest if Prowl stays, too.* NoodlesAtNight 10:32 pm *Are you kidding? He'd be THRILLED. Once he woke up, anyway.* VProwl 10:32 pm *well, he's going to have a nice surprise in the morning.* NoodlesAtNight 10:33 pm *And Prowl will finally get to find out what Soundwave is like when he wakes up with someone else still there. A hint: It's amusing.* VProwl 10:34 pm *then hopefully Prowl's going to have a nice surprise in the morning, too.* NoodlesAtNight 10:35 pm *He will indeed. But for now, the both of them should sleep for a long, long while.*

#chat

[it-refused]

@twixtandshout said: 

Grillby tries a new cooking style and Sans is torn between encouraging his boyfriend/keeping his reputation as someone who’ll eat anything and admitting he likes Grillby’s other stuff better

This fill somehow turned out way more dramatic than I think was the intention of the prompt.  This one takes place after Backbone, the fic where Grillby decides he needs to change his eating habits.

Rating: G 

CN: vomiting and other illness symptoms

--

The house stank like a greasy forest fire when Sans got in after a midnight movie showing with Alphys and Undyne.  The kitchen was closed off.  Sans touched the doorknob and could feel heat sinking into his bones.

"hey, hot stuff," Sans called through the door.  There was a moment of fear where he worried that it was actually his brother on the other side, and then Grillby pushed aside the pocket door for him.  Papyrus wasn't even in there, thank god.  

"...hey." Grillby was blue tinged around the center of his face, and on his hands.  He had an apron tossed on over a sweater and a pair of black jeans.  His gloves were the plastic ones that went up to his elbows.

"what'cha makin'?"  Sans asked, peering around him.  

Grillby looked him over and brushed popcorn crumbs off Sans' shirt for him.  They caught fire in midair and were ash by the time they drifted to the floor.  

"i was saving those for later," Sans said.  "so now you really gotta tell me."

Grillby nodded.  The room temperature dropped a few degrees and he stepped back into the kitchen, letting Sans come in after him.  "I'm trying something...new."

"yeah?"

"I need to change how I eat, since I was sick."

"oh.   yeah, right.  i gotcha."  That explained the campfire smell.  

"I don't think the kids would like this, or Papyrus, but..."  

The problem was that eating a different diet than everyone else was pretty isolating for someone like Grillby.  Food and eating were a huge part of how he interacted with people.

Sans had been a little worried that once the immediate danger of his illness had passed by, he'd fall right into his old habits.  It was tough to talk about it, since Sans would sound like a hypocrite bringing up anything about someone else's health.  

"hey, i'm curious.  let's give it a shot."  He liked the wood chips Grillby made.  He'd probably like this, too.  Not having a stomach came in handy.  

Grillby brightened and put his hand on Sans' shoulder, directing him to the kitchen table.  Sans sat down.  

"...you're sweating?"  The room got even cooler and Grillby opened a window.  He took out plates and started serving out some mysterious but rank smelling stew from the huge pot on the stove.  He opened up the oven and the campfire smell hit Sans' nose hole, hard.  

"so, what's in the soup?"  Sans asked.  He was careful to keep his tone neutral.  

"It's an old family recipe."

Sans remembered Grillby's mother visiting when Grillby was sick, once, and the huge pot of boiling hot sauce she had made for dinner.  Sans had almost passed out from the smell.  

"nice," Sans said.

"You might not like it."

"hey, i'll try anything."  

Grillby set a plate down in front of Sans.  In the center, there was a log of heavily seasoned wood, and the strong smelling stew was artfully poured around it.  Sans was sure that if he was a fire monster, he'd be flipping his lid at how good it looked.  "looks great, grillbz," Sans said.  He picked up the log and poked it at his mouth.  "not sure how to eat this, though."

Grillby considered the problem, and then gestured for Sans to set it down.  He made a slicing gesture with his hand, and fire rained down on Sans' plate, cutting the log into neat, perfectly sized slices of wood.  

Oh, hey, Sans got it.  It was supposed to be like bread.  "cool."  He tried a piece.  It tasted like wood and garlic.  "this is really good."

"Like this." Grillby dipped his breadlog into the stew and took a bite out of it.

Sans had jumped out of the frying pan right into the fire.  "oh, right."  But his feet were in the fire, now.   He picked up one of the slices and dipped an edge into the stew - the sauce?  Sans wasn't sure what it was, but it sure had a smell.  

He'd just think of it as a trial by fire.  He snickered, and Grillby gave him a curious look.  

"thought of a great fire pun," Sans said.

"Never mind."

Sans took a bite and stared into space.  A tiny bead of sweat trickled down his skull. Once he was able to feel his face again, he said, "huh.  that's not bad."  

When the heat wore away, there was a flavor there, and it wasn't bad, exactly.  It wasn't good enough to be worth everything that came with it, but it was something positive for Sans to hang onto.  

"You like it?" Grillby was so bright and happy.  He'd been expecting to eat dinner alone.  

"of course it's good," Sans said.  "i mean, look at who made it."  

Grillby reached across the table and took Sans' hand.  He squeezed it once before letting it go and digging into his own food.  

Sans took a deep unnecessary breath and did the same.  If he shoveled it all in while his mouth was numb, he saved himself from having to do this over and over again.  He had to eat it all, so he should do it all in one go.

"Oh, you're finished?  Do you want seconds?"  It was rare to see Grillby so cheerful.

"yeah."  Sans had a good run.  He'd made some friends, told some awful jokes, seen his brother happier than ever, and most of the time he ate good food.  He had zero regrets.  "but you should save the rest for you.  i already had like three dinners."

Grillby nodded. "You look warm again."

"i mean, there's a little heat to this stuff," Sans admitted.  He got up to get himself some milk and delay his second serving.  Instead of getting a glass, he just stood by the fridge and chugged the gallon. He put the empty back in the refrigerator and walked over to his seat.  Grillby had restocked his plate while he was gone.

"bone appetite, right?  heh."  

--

Sans didn't have that much experience with indigestion.  The next day was a crash course in the subject.  

Grillby left before Sans got out of bed, so the only one who noticed was Papyrus.  He told Sans that whatever had made him suffer was probably a natural consequence of his own actions.  Sans couldn't really argue that point.  

At least, not with his head in the toilet.  He somehow managed to burn a hole in the side of the seat.  He sent Alphys a message when he was sweating on the floor of the bathroom.  thought it'd be cooler to be a dragon

She sent him a message right back asking him what he was watching, but he didn't read it until later.  

Sans started to feel better around his first dinnertime.  Soozen said that he looked more like a regular corpse than usual, but no one else mentioned anything.  

He was huddled in a blanket on a couch watching television when Grillby came home at his usual time.  Grillby walked right over to him and gave him a kiss hello.

"hey, look who's here," Sans said.  

"Are you all right?  You look under the weather."

"with you standing up there quizzing me, it's like i'm under fire," Sans said, snickering.  Grillby had set that one up for him, probably deliberately.  "maybe i'm getting a cold or something."  

"Poor Sans."

"yeah. i'm so sad i bet you want to go get me a soda."

"And dinner?  Or are you not feeling up to it?"

Sans' expression stayed the same.  "that sounds great, actually."

He looked so excited.  "I came up with an idea at work....you'll love it."  

"heh. you know it."  He'd survived until now, so he'd probably be ok another night.  He wished there was a way to get out of this, but he'd dug this hole and now he was going to be a proper skeleton and lay down in it.  

This night, he got to watch the whole process.  Grillby had an old recipe book of his mother's opened up.  Sans would rather eat the pages of the book than anything else Grillby made from the recipes on them.  

When the smell hit his nose hole, he started seriously thinking about ways to avoid another day like the one he’d just had.  The only idea he came up with was "honesty" and obviously that wasn't going to happen.  

"hey, since we're both having it, can you make it a little less hot tonight?"  Sans winked.  "you're hot enough all on your own."

"It was too spicy?  You did drink...quite a lot."

"just a bit too much for me.  sorry."

"I'm just...happy you like it at all," Grillby said.  

"aw, man."  

When Grillby set the plate down in front of Sans, he leaned down and gave him a kiss at the same time.  Sans poked at his food with his fork and gathered all his willpower.  Why didn't they have any plants in the kitchen?  TV had taught him that you dumped food you couldn't eat in a houseplant.  He considered slipping it into his inventory, but he was pretty sure Grillby would notice.  

The Great Papyrus burst into the kitchen.  "GRILLBY!  GOOD EVENING! I AM GOING TO QUICKLY PASS THROUGH AND GRAB SOME ITEMS FROM WITHIN THIS ROOM BEFORE I AM DEFEATED BY THE POWERFUL AURA OF YOUR IMPRESSIVE NEW RECIPE!"  He rushed over to the fridge while he spoke and opened it up.  "NORMALLY I WOULD BE POLITE AND GIVE YOU THE FULL GREETING THAT A DEAR FRIEND OF PAPYRUS DESERVES, BUT THIS EVENING I CAN'T STAND TO BE IN THIS ROOM FOR MORE THAN TWO MINUTES."  He took the empty milk container out of the fridge and stared at it.  "I DON'T RECALL..."  He shook his head. It was inconceivable that anyone else in the house would have had the whole gallon, other than him.  He rushed it over to the recycling and went back and took out an orange juice container.  "SANS, IT SEEMS YOUR REST HAS IMPROVED YOUR HEALTH!  I AM PLEASED TO SEE YOU UP AND ALSO ABOUT."

"Hello, Papyrus," Grillby said.

"hey, bro.  yeah, i'm ok."

"He's getting a cold."

"I'M...NOT QUITE SURE THAT IS IT," Papyrus said.  "WELL, WHATEVER YOU WOULD LIKE TO CALL IT!  MAYBE A COLD SOUNDS LIKE A VERY TERRIBLE ILLNESS WHEN YOU ARE FIRE?"  He ran back towards the door with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of dog treats.  

"Terrible?"   It took Grillby a minute, sometimes, to verbally catch up with the things Papyrus said.  By the time he spoke, Papyrus was out of the door.  He closed it very firmly behind him.

"eh, he thinks being sick is just gross to start with," Sans said.  

Grillby nodded.  

"well," Sans shrugged.  "bottoms up."  He took a bite of his dinner.  

The room started to cloud over.  He felt the impact of the floor against his shoulder, but nothing after that.

--

Sans was under blankets, but he still felt cool.  He opened an eye and recognized the ceiling of his own bedroom.  There was still that cheese-in-a-can residue up there from the time he'd made a can explode.

Someone had opened a window in the room.  The curtains were fluttering.  The cool air felt wonderful.

"HAVE YOU FINALLY FINISHED WITH YOUR IMPROMPTU NAP?"  Papyrus asked. He sounded like he was by the closet.  

Sans could guess why he was in his bed, now.  He drew the blankets up over his head.  Grillby wasn't there, at least.

"I WILL LET YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU HAVE NOT FALLEN DOWN YET."  Papyrus sounded angry.  "HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT SUFFOCATING YOU WITH HIS FIRE BY ACCIDENT."  

Sans heard the door to the bedroom close.  He was alone.  Maybe it was time to rethink his strategy.  There was probably some other way to make Grillby feel good about eating the kind of things he needed to.

He sat up and stretched.  He noticed an empty vial on the side table. Whatever was in it was probably a big reason why he felt so much less like garbage.  

The door opened a crack and the room got a tiny bit warmer.

"hey, grillbz," Sans said.  

"........."

"c'mon in."  No avoiding it.  Grillby was going to be either guilty or mad, and he was going to want to resolve those feelings with honest and open communication, like the huge loser that he was.  Sans loved him.  

Grillby slipped in and stood right inside, looking Sans over very carefully. Sans could almost feel him checking Sans' stats.  

"guess i felt worse than i thought," Sans said.  He shrugged.  "heh. or i like you so much i just fell for you."

"........." Grillby started to say something.  He flickered in irritation. "...Sans."  

"yup.”

"Are you all right?  Really?"  

"yup."

Grillby didn't look like he believed him.

"there's plenty of room," Sans said, patting the bed next to him. "whatever you guys dosed me with did the trick."

After a minute, he came over and sat on the bed next to Sans.  

"i got a confession."  Sans touched Grillby's arm.  He had a good feeling he knew what was going through Grillby's head, now, with the way he kept acting like he shouldn't get near Sans.  "that stuff you made is good, but i don't think i should have as much of it as i did.  kind of runs me through the ringer."  

"...you could have said that."  

"i guess."  Sans shrugged.  

"Why the hell didn't you?"

"uh. you were all fired up about the stuff you were making.  didn't want to cool down the mood, you know?"  

"Sans."

"and, um..."  He wasn't sure he should say this, but he was on a roll. "look, you don't like making that stuff because no one else eats it so it isn't social, but it's the kind of stuff you need to stay healthy, right?  so maybe i wanted to keep you company so you kept making it."  

"......" Grillby stared at him for a very long moment.  "...Sans," he repeated.  

"yeah?"

"Don't ever eat my food when it makes you sick for my sake, ever again."  

"...gotcha."

"Or...or I'll...be really upset with you."  

"man. you don't have to bring out the big guns for this one.  i already learned my lesson."

Grillby grabbed onto him and pulled him into a hug.  Sans noted that his face was pressed hard against Grillby's chest, like Grillby was trying to keep him from saying anything else.  He could take a hint, sometimes, so he kept quiet.  

"And...I promise I'll be careful about what I eat."  Grillby let him go so he could look him over again.  "...ok?"

"ok."

Sans settled back down on the bed.  The wind rushing in through the curtains made Grillby's fire wave around so much that Grillby grabbed at his glasses like they were going to fall off.  They couldn't, since they were enchanted not to, so Sans didn't feel bad laughing at him.  Grillby pulled Sans' blanket over his head and went to close the window.  

#sansby #my fic #fanfic #prompts #twixtandshout

[darby-drabbles]

Okay, so!! I made a couple posts last night, just casually talking about how I don’t really talk about some serious oc topics and how I usually feel weird posting them or going too in depth, like it’s not the right time to bring up the serious and sad topics or something like that. But after making those posts I actually started to ramble about something?? I went longer than I thought, though, it was hard to finish up this post and it was pretty late when I did. And, since I’m gonna be busy later today I decided I’d just, queue this for the morning an hope for the best.

I’ll put it under a read more, but this post will be talking about Izzy’s pregnancy/miscarriage so tw for that!

I’ve briefly mentioned before that Izzy got pregnant by Nate twice,, once during their first relationship and again years later after they hookup after the breakup with Chrissy. I might change this, but originally it was before they got back into an actual relationship again, it was just from a hookup? But also originally, they weren’t really going to be “an endgame couple”.. Now that I decided that they definitely stick together I may have this happen when they’re (just barely) in a relationship again. Still working things out, I guess!

She miscarried once and had an abortion once, but I switched which happened first. Originally she lost the first pregnancy before she even knew she was pregnant and aborted the second time, since their relationship was more like a rebound hookup at the time and she wouldn’t have wanted to have a baby that way. But at some point, since I started building up their Second Relationship more, I actually switched that. She aborts the first time, because they were younger and she just wasn’t ready for it. (I mean she’s Still Not Ready but like. they were much younger and immature for sure) and the after Chrissy one was a miscarriage. She still didn’t really know she was pregnant for A While, but she did find out before she lost the pregnancy. I do not knoow if Nate knew..

The reason I mentioned Mark’s girlfriend, Anna, in this post was because of the pregnancy, and that’s kinda why I started making this post I guess? I don’t think she knew toooo much about her suicide attempt, she knew it happened just because she’s so close to Mark and Mark is obviously very invested in the lives of Izzy and his lil brother, but it was still pretty private between Izzy and Nate for the most part, you know? But with the pregnancy,, Izzy didn’t really feel comfortable going to NAte? She was kinda worried about how he’d react (but she shouldn’t have been,,, that makes me sad ahhh) just because she wasn’t doing too good she got worried about it.. And she doesn’t have a ton of people to turn to for advice about this kind of stuff, but I think she’s decently close enough to Mark’s girlfriend to ask for help. Again Anna wouldn’t have said specifics about it at all to anyone,, it’s Izzy’s personal business, but she’s close to Minnie and she’d just spent a lot of time in the hospital with a vry freaked out Izzy and I’m sure she’d mention that they were there, at least.

But anyway.. That seemed like a tangent... Izzy was depressed and felt pretty numb, she wasn’t eating much and stayed in bed a lot. Band practice was on hold for a bit and she took some time off her job w/ all the sick days she could manage. (When she did go in,, she wasn’t always There and zoned out a lot, but she had to do something) It wasn’t all BAD and she was definitely, slowly getting better. But a lot of days seemed to blur together, even when she spent them with Nate, even when things seemed alright. She liked the idea of sleeping with Nate more than actually doing it at the time, but she liked it as a distraction, and if that made her seem happy he’d, try to make her happy. She was on the pill but lost track of that very easily and whoops a daisy baby... But she didn’t realize she was pregnant, either? A lot of symptoms she passed off for other reasons,, she got sick bc she was drinking on an empty stomach, she felt tired and sore bc she just Always Was now. No period???? Her cycle was always messed up it didn’t matterrr.

When she finally suspected it, I think Drew and Mark were spending time with her and Nathan,, at his suggestion to maybe help get her mind off things. Izzy mentioned how she’d felt sick lately or something so of course, like he practically always does when Izzy says she was sick no matter the reason bc he’s a jackass,,,, Drew jokingly asks if she was pregnant, which she immediately laughed off and rejected like always because no way shut up.. But then she thought about it for a while. And.. maybe?!??? But that wasn’t something she wanted to talk about with her bandboys so she just kinda tries to stop thinkin about it. Of course she doesn’t stop though, the thought was planted in her head and I think the next day she sees if Mark can come over agaaain and bring his gf. And at some point when the bros are talking Izzy gets Anna alone and asks if she can get her a pregnancy test and keep it hush hush on the dl. She does and Izzy finds out she’s pregnant For Sure and gets very numb again. So Anna’s basically the first to know?? They weren’t incredibly close but they get along and it was good to have her there for support, even if she didn’t really know what to do to comfort her. Izzy just went to bed and cried so Anna and Mark had a kinda weird quiet dinner w Nathan and left... And when Nate came in to check on Iz she was already sleeping so he just snuggled up to her for the night.

It wasn’t long between when she found out she was pregnant to when she miscarried, just a couple days. She was pretty much a nervous wreck the whole time, tryin to figure out what she would do about it. She probably didn’t even tell Nathan, so she was thinking about how to do That, too, which made her even more nervous. Nate wasn’t there at the time and she was feeling awful with rly bad cramps and she was basically just curled up on the bathroom floor for a long time. It affected her very badly. She called Anna again since She Knew already and Nate was busy with whatever. It was,, unexpected to get a call to come over alone since, again, they weren’t That Close, but of course she did. And when Anna sees how bad Izzy was she called for paramedics,, which Iz hated she hates/is scared of hospitals and really did not want to go but clearly something was vry wrong so she didn’t really have a choice. So, again,,, Anna is the first to know she lost the pregnancy. [[It’s kinda weird to talk about Anna so much, I know she’s a minor character I’ve rarely mentioned and you probably don’t know her besides being a gf to the drummer,,, but, when this happens it’s pretty much her biggest role and connection to Izzy?? And since I hadn’t Really talked about it before,, you wouldn’t really know that?? Sorry about that!]]

Anna calls both Mark and Nathan to let them know where they’re at, but doesn’t really say what happened, she leaves that up to Izzy. I think she’d tell them both,, though she definitely wouldn’t have told Mark immediately at the hospital, that would take a while. Now that it’s,, over, I guess, she actually probably has an easier time telling Nathan, it’s just, more upsetting. Nate would’ve been supportive no matter what she decided to do about the pregnancy, and he doesn’t blame her for not telling him right away while she tried to sort out her feelings about it, but, he was upset he couldn’t fully be there for her. Izzy wanted to tell him about it, she just had to work up the courage first and it was a little too late, unfortunately. Izzy would definitely feel bad about it at first, but they actually talk about it for a while afterwards, I don’t think they’d ever really, ignore their feelings about what happened from each other, so that can be therapeutic.

I don’t want this to end so horribly sad, but I don’t know how to cheer it up while staying on topic and not completely ruining the mood and all. But I will say, this is essentially, the lowest point before Izzy’s on the road to recovery and things look up from here. She gets her depression more managed on medication again, her relationship with Nathan is definitely more official, ((and also,,, the version of the story with the mix n match ship?? They start dating Izzy after this, too! Two new bfs...... maybe even four. Lucky Girl.)) She starts writing songs and singing and playing bass again, so the band comes back from their little break. And they get good and play shows and do little tours again! They both want kids with each other eventually, it would just be much farther in the future, and they’d probably adopt, but,,, maybe someday. It’s not all perfect and it’s not like she doesn’t still get sad about this,, and this story is pretty much open ended, but, she’s much better I know!! A lot of the time I draw Izzy now is after this happens, since I love thinkin about Izzy and Nate being back together, and I love drawing her happy. so. That’s how you know that it’ll work out. :,))

Thank you for reading my big long sad post!

#I seriously wanted to post this last night and I wanted to make happier posts too but this took. A Lot to type out! #just a big long ramble! #I know it's sad I'm sorry! #I love all these babesss and I want them to be happy but for now there's this #also i fully understand if you Don't read it I know it's a lot. but if you do. likes and comments would be nice #i don't normally ask and I don't want you to feel obligated to comment but seriously i was writing this post for hours...... :0 #original characters #band #oc facts #oc headcanons #writing #its long enough that i'm using that tag...

[bambamsgotjams]

S. Coups As A Father

Title: S. Coups As A Father

Requested: can you do a mini series maybe with seventeen as fathers? I love your work, keep it up!!

A/N: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this so stick with me and let me know if this sucks. (I even think I got a little carried away at some point)

Alrighty, let’s get started here

Everyone basically already knows that this boy is daddy asf

And no, not like that you sickos

Seungcheol is like a natural born father

Father like instincts just come pretty natural to him

I mean, it’s not like he’s raised 12 kids on his own already with occasional help from his wife Jeonghan but let’s not get into that

Basically this boy was an excited puppy when you finally told him that you were pregnant with his first child

At first you were nervous about telling him because he would come home from practices and would start to complain to you with how much of a pain in the ass his children were being that day and that he never signed up to be a father in the first place to these children

So you decided to tell him subtly by leaving little hints about it

You would coo at every baby the two of you passed and stated about how you guys would have cute babies like that someday

Occasionally you would ask if you could stop in the baby section of the store because you loved to look at cute baby stuff

Coups never questioned because he thought that it was you just being you and weird and stuff like that

His suspicions eventually came up when you began to serve him baby carrots every night for dinner

Like sure he told you he loved carrots but he wasn’t in love with them

Plus he’s sure he’s eaten so many of them by now that he was turning orange

Not to mention that you legit tried serving him baby food one time

So one night he decided to confront you about it

During that night’s daily cuddle session between the two of you he randomly popped up the question

“What’s with all of this baby stuff all of a sudden, you’re acting like you actually want a child.”

He didn’t really mean for it to sound the way that it did because he was secretly wanting one ever since the two of you got married but he was too afraid to ask

You were kind of shocked at his statement and you swore your heart kind of broke in the heat of his question because you were afraid that he actually didn’t want a baby so being pregnant and emotional you began to cry

Seungcheol’s instincts kicked in and he tried his best to comfort you, kind of curious about what he said that actually made his special lady cry

He would try everything he could to make what he said sound good but only failing miserably at that

“I’m actually pregnant you ass”

That would shut him up immediately and he would be complete silent for like 5 minutes before breaking out into a huge smile and nearly squeezing you to death with squealing

He would apologize to you and explain that he actually wanted a child like his entire life and that he was just way too nervous to ask you or talk to you about it

You would except his apology and tell him to just stop rambling and finish cuddling you before you left to go do your own thing

Seungcheol would be that really protective husband over everything that you do

He would always be cautious and ask you questions on whether it was really safe for you to be doing what you were doing

Things like that would include reaching for things on high shelves

He would gently push you aside and scold you saying that you should just ask him to get it next time so that way you don’t have to overwork your body just to get a box of cereal

But you weren’t even like showing yet so you were kind of confused about why he was acting all daddy mode before you were even a month in your pregnancy

You didn’t question it though because you enjoyed being pampered from head to toe by your husband

His new favorite activity was coming home from work and running a bubble bath for you and him while rubbing your tummy as the two of you relaxed

He would be an emotional wreck at your first ultrasound and ask the doctor if he could have like 30 copies to give to everyone he works with

Literally each member of seventeen would have wallet sized pictures of his future baby

You guys would have constant debates over the gender of your child

You would be set on having a little girl seeing that it was literally your dream to have one of your own

Seungcheol would be set on having a boy

He would insist you that he was 100% sure that you were having a boy

It was his father senses

Of course you would smack him every time he used that excuse and told him that you didn’t need any more boys to take care of because 13 was already enough

For this reason you two decided to wait until the actual childbirth to find out the gender

“oh my gosh seungcheol tell me you did not get your members to bet money on the gender of this child”

“okay, i didn’t get the members to bet money on our child, they did that themselves”

*tHUNKS HEAD*

The past couple of months seemed pretty smooth and eventually you finally started getting symptoms of being pregnant

All throughout the morning sicknesses and mood swings Seungcheol was always by your side and oh so sweet to you

Like you just wanted to cry and thank Jesus that you had such a loving and caring husband who was willing to put up with your pregnancy

His favorite part was when you would tell him your food cravings and he would actually get that exact creation for you and you denying eating any of that the day after

Like he would make you an ice cream sundae complete with pickles, carrots, ketchup, ramen, strawberries, and a hint of lemon juice and avocados

“no seungcheol that sounds completely gross I would never eat something like that without getting sick”

“mhm whatever you say babe”

“don’t make me thunk your head again”

This man would get so emotional throughout this pregnancy

Like when you first felt the baby kick you let out an ear piercing scream in the middle of the night out of excitement

Seungcheol would jolt up from bed and grab the nearest shoe, turning to you immediately asking what happened and who killed you

You would tell him to shut up and take his hand to place it on your stomach

Seuncheol would stop breathing the second he felt your baby kick

After that he would burst into tears of joy and begin to rub your swollen belly and talking cutely to the baby like every other fanfiction daddy does

Honestly you were like the cutest pregnant couple ever

Finally after months of being pampered from both the boys and Seungcheol it was finally time for the baby to arrive

Seungcheol was hesitant to leave you at home alone seeing that it was nearing the final days until the expected date

You assured him that you would be fine and would manage on your own as you literally had to push him out of the door

But Seungcheol’s suspensions were right seeing that later that day you actually did end up going into labor

You were casually watering your cute lil plants in your apartment when you felt something drip down your leg

You thought you spilled water from your pail, but the outside was dry

Then you thought you peed up there was no water on the floor

Then the pain struck you and you were like oKAY THis iS HAppENING

You would casually slip on a pair of shoes and waddle your way to the door all while suffering through extreme contractions

You would finally make it to your car and drive straight to Pledis where you knew your husband would be at practice

Once you got there you were greeted by Minghao who was practicing some of his b-boying in the lobby

You told him about your struggle and you were pretty sure he turn white

He quickly helped you up to their practice room and burst into the room, gaining attention from all the members

Seungcheol looked at you confused as to why you were there and you were just kind of like, “yeah my water broke and i’m gonna have a baby like now”

Seungcheol would spring into action and take you straight to the hospital and ignoring all the calls he got from his managers

Once you got to the hospital he practically screamed at the receptionist that his wife was going to have a baby and she was like

“bro you need to chill”

So they finally took you back to one of those labor rooms and got you situated for the birth

Seungcheol didn’t remember most of the process because he almost passed out the second he saw a baby’s head poking out of your lady bits

But soon enough it was over and you sat back breathless on the bed

The nurse took the baby away to get clean and that’s when you and Seungcheol began to argue once more on what gender the baby was going to be

Once the nurse arrived back with your baby she announced that the two of you had a healthy baby boy

Seungcheol jumped up from his seat and did a little in your face dance

You rolled your eyes at his antics and tried to act like you weren’t actually married to this loser

Seungcheol literally cherished his son so much

He was the most important thing in his life besides his beautiful wife of course

He would be sure to video every second of this baby’s life

His first steps

His first words

“glooblah isn’t a real word seuncheol”

“it is in baby”

“ffs why did i marry you”

He’d be that really embarrassing dad that every kid thought was cool but secretly his own son even tried to pretend that he didn’t know him

When his son asked to sign up to play soccer Seungcheol would go all smiley and be so proud that his son wanted to be social with people and his son just wanted his dad to chill because he just really liked soccer and his friends promised him that they got free pizza after every game

Turns out that your son actually ended up liking the sport more than he thought and continued to play it all throughout middle school and high school

He ended up being the captain of the soccer team in high school and Seuncheol was like :’)

Your son went to his father on advice to ask out a girl that he really liked in school and he was pretty sure that he saw a giant smiley face firework shoot off in his father’s head

“you see son i was actually a ladies man in high school”

“that’s bs because literally no one liked you”

“shut up y/n”

He actually ended up giving his son some pretty good advice because the girl his son liked ended up accepting his confession and agreed to go out with him

The two of them were literally linked together

Seungcheol found himself growing a little jealous at all the attention his son was giving his new girlfriend because he missed all the good daddy and son times they used to have playing soccer and stuff like that

Soon enough your son ended up graduating high school and Seuncheol denied crying the whole time while tears poured down his face as he said so

Your son was very nervous about choosing a college because he got so many scholarship offers for soccer

Seungcheol tried his best and gave him a inspirational talk about how no matter what he chooses that he will be doing what he loves and thats all that matters

It was literally so beautiful that even you began to have second thoughts about calling your husband a loser

Your son ended up going to this giant university in Seoul and entered into a physical education major in college so he could be a sports instructor someday

Seungcheol cried for days after your son left and begged you to make more babies for him and you were like

“ew gross grandpa”

It made you so happy with how much Seungcheol loved your son

You never expected him to be as good as a father as he was

You kind of wished that you didn’t spend so much time insulting him and spent more time cherishing the moments because time does fly by fast when your a parent

You don’t even blame Seungcheol for crying when your son left because you missed spending time with them and watching the bond with each other

But you could be prouder at the family you helped raised and of the kind of father Seuncheol actually turned out to be

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #s coups #choi seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua hong #hoshi #junhui #wonwoo #woozi #dokeyom #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino #lee chan #kpop scenarios #kpop #daddy seventeen #daddy s coups

[serahne]

37 for komahina?

37 - You would make the perfect father/mother

After a few months on the island, some things had started to become like a routine. Everyone knew who was up first - Nidai, most of the time, except on sunday where Hanamura insisted to make them the special brunch he used to cook at the diner he used to own with his mother - who woke up last - Saionji, by far, and at least once a week Koizumi had to drag her out of her room to join everyone for breakfast. Breakfast together, too, had become an everyday occurrence. They all had their own activities during the day, and often spend their time with the people they get along with the most, but despite how differents they could be, all of them agreed to join the rest of the group in the restaurant every morning.

Which could sometimes be incredibly chaotic. And this day was one of those days where it looked like the end of the world is still going on somewhere, and this ‘somewhere’ happened to be the inside the hotel’s restaurant.

Hinata entered the room still half-asleep, just looking for some coffee to start the day with as much energy as possible. He still suffered from occasional insomnia, his brain unable to shut the fuck up, and it tired him so much that coffee had become a lifesaver. Probably not the healthiest way to deal with his condition, but since he was a pretty unique case, and that anyone in the world with some competence in brain surgery probably had other things to think about than helping him to sleep, it wasn’t like he had any choice on the matter.

He walked through the restaurant, hearing Sonia fawn over the meal Teruteru had cooked for them this day, Souda scream at the said-cook whenever he was trying to suggest a way for Sonia to ‘thank’ him. In the corner, Koizumi was exposing her plan for the cleaning of the island’s beach to a nonplussed Pekoyama, Tsumiki was shrieking, almost crying while Saionji was on her way to prove everyone that she had the largest vocabulary of them all when it came to insults. Even without looking at them, he also could hear Owari and Nidai in a screaming competition, yelling and debating on the feasibility of some technical combat move. Sitting at one table, not saying anything for once and just observing the chaos surrounding him with a smile on his face, Komaeda seemed almost out of place, especially since he hadn’t even made the effort to pick something to eat.

Hinata sighed, closing his eyes for a while, before deciding that it wasn’t worth it. He reached to cupboard where the coffee was. Everyone was being silly, and after all, weren’t they allowed to be after everything they had been through ? Wasn’t it better to have Owari and Nidai piercing everyone’s tympans with their screams than having a metallic Nidai, dead on the floor of the Strawberry House ? Wasn’t too much life better than no life at all ? Shouldn’t he be glad that…

He stopped his train of thought, looking at the empty cupboard. No coffee. He blinked, his brain not processing what his eyes were seeing. Slowly, he closed the door, waited a few seconds, and re-opened it.

Still no coffee.

He breathed in and out, trying to not let the irritation crawl through him - in vain. Suddenly any little noise reaching his ears was like nails on a blackboard, Tsumiki’s whining weren’t so much touching than they were annoying, and Saionji didn’t help. Koizumi’s enthusiasm was more grating than soulful, and Sonia’s candidness made him want to roll his eyes off.

With a loud sound, he slammed the cupboard’s door shut and turned toward the rest of the room, who fell strangely silent - Hinata realized that himself wasn’t the kind to disrupt the organized chaos steaming from the room, that he was the kind to go along with it, and just stand in the middle of it, unperturbed. Well, he thought. That was him when some coffee was available. Which wasn’t the case now. And he was pissed.

“You” he said pointing his finger at Koizumi, who raised his eyebrows in return. “You’ll expose whatever battle plan you have tomorrow, as always, and until then you are going to stop stressing everyone with this stuff, okay ?”

He didn’t wait for an answer and turned toward Saionji who glared at him. “You are going to stop bullying Tsumiki, and I honestly couldn’t care if you eat a healthy breakfast or stuff your face with candies. And Tsumiki, you’ll stop caring about it too. And generally if you can stay from Saionji, it will be holidays for us as well as for you.”

He glanced at Hanamura next. “You are going to stop being a creep, she isn’t interested, no one is interested, if anyone is they will tell you, but for now please consider no one thinks your innuendos are subtle, funny or engaging in any way, thank you” Hanamura opened his mouth to say something that Hinata had no patience to hear. “I’m not interested either. And I’m not done.”

He looked at Sonia. “Stop being so weird.” and Kazuichi “Stop being so you.” And toward Nidai and Owari. “And if you two really wants to scream your heads off, fine by me, but could you please do it outside, if that’s not too much to ask.”

For a few seconds, everything was silent, looking at him in wide-eyed confusion, with the exception of Komaeda who seemed ready to burst out laughing. Hinata threw him a nasty glare to make sure he wouldn’t. He already felt pretty ridiculous as it was. As anyone could have predicted it, Saionji was the one throwing the first stone.

“Big bro Hinata” she called him in this innocent tone that he always used when she was about to say something crass “Are you on your period or something ? Or you have a cramp in your right hand and couldn’t masturbate for a week as the loser that you are ?” She punctuated his question with an adorable smile.

“Hiyoko !” Koizumi rolled her eyes, before giving a severe look at Hinata. “We weren’t doing anything wrong, and I’d appreciate if you didn’t use us to vent whatever negative feeling you have.” She bit her lips before standing up. “Pekoyama, we can keep talking downstairs, if you want ?”

The swordswoman nodded in agreement without looking at Hinata and the girls disappeared, followed by a crying Tsumiki and a mumbling Saionji. Sonia looked at the scene silently before starting to eat the food she had praised so much, and Kazuichi leaned away from her, giving her some space while Hanamura was running away toward the kitchen. Hinata, sighed, putting cereals in a bowl before adding some milk over it, feeling guilty to have spoiled the mood, but satisfied to not be surrounded by yellings and headaches-inducing discussion.

Well, Nidai and Owari were still screaming in the background. For some reason. They didn’t even look like they heard anything from his little speech.

“You’d make such good parent, Hinata !” a voice behind him - not that hard to know who since only one person could be that bad at reading the mood - said. After a few seconds of silence : “Or a good dictator. They are basically the same, aren’t they ?”

“Shut up” Hinata replied, knowing it would be absolutely ineffective. “Are you the one who drank the rest of the coffee ?” he asked, curious.

Komaeda frowned.

“No ? Don’t you remember that you told me that it would be bad for my health ?”

Well. He may have said that. But really, if being the Ultimate Luckster could save him from an airplane crash, from cancer, dementia and the apocalypse, he doubted too much caffeine could be that harmful, be he wasn’t about to discuss the technicalities.

“Sure.” Hinata yawned - he really needed his cup of coffee like three minutes ago. “Awful. Don’t drink it, ever.”

After saying this, he slammed the bowl of cereal he just prepared in front of Komaeda, looking at him with all the authority he could muster.

“And you know what’s bad for you ? Skipping breakfast. So you eat it, and then you can do whatever you want.”

It was a little silly, being the one making such basic breakfast for Komaeda when the most delicious food in the world was there, cooked by the Ultimate Chief, but Komaeda was weird like that and probably didn’t even think that he was included in the people Hanamura had cooked for, and Hinata was a too tired to fight right now.

Komaeda looked at the meal with obvious distaste.

“I like toasts better.” He said, and Hinata wondered if he was about to pout.

It was a cute thought, something his brain created as a symptom of withdrawal or something, he decided.

“Cereal are healthier. I’ll bring toast from the supermarket from tomorrow if you want.” Since he had to go there to get coffee anyway, he could take that as well.

Komaeda’s eyes light up and he picked up his spoon without further argument.

“You really are like a mom, aren’t you ?”

Hinata rolled his eyes and pulled on one of the other’s lock of white hair, strong enough to pass the message that he didn’t like the comparison, but not to hurt him in any way. Komaeda still yelped dramatically, as if he was being scalped.

“I’m sorry, the dictator comparison was more appropriate.”

“Eat your breakfast.” He said, hiding a smile. “I’ll be back. In a better mood.” He added a little softer, not really sure why, but he was happy to do it when he saw the timid smile Komaeda offered him in return.

All he heard was Komaeda’s humming and Nidai and Owari’s screaming while he left the restaurant.

#nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #kinda not really #danganronpa #sdr2 #yes it's inspired by me being forever exhausted #I shamelessly self-insert on this one #my fanfictions #my stuff

[parkhabits]

A Promise to Keep {Part 1}

Jinyoung x OC x Jaebum Genre: fluff/angst Warnings: heartbreak, brain tumor, death

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The sound of beeping woke her up, an incessant sound she was used to. She sat up, feeling the ache and pain in her neck and lower back from falling asleep in the rigid chair.

The nurse walked in “Good morning, I’m just going to check on his IV lines”.  She smiled at the nurse, moving her chair closer to his bedside grabbing hold of his hand. She watched as the nurse pressed buttons on the IV pump, bringing the persistent beeping to a stop. The nurse looked at her and smiled, “Do you need me to bring you anything? A warm blanket?”

 She shook her head, “No thank you.” Her gaze reverting back to her husband who lied in bed still sleeping.

 “I’ll be back to check on him in a bit.” Glancing at him once more the nurse left.

 She stroked her thumb against the back of his hand and then brought his hands up to her lips and kissed it. His eyes fluttered open, a smile forming across his lips when he saw her beside him.

 “Good Morning beautiful,” his voice husky.

 “Hi handsome,” her hand still grasping his, a soft smile across her face.

 Jinyoung tried sitting up and adjusting his position in bed but barely moved an inch, “I told you not to stay the night again, you should be home in our bed sleeping.”

She brushed the hair away from his forehead, “It’s too empty without you. I’d rather be here by your side.” She didn’t want to miss any moment spent with him.

Jinyoung’s eye closed again, drowsiness was something she was used to now. Most of the day was spent watching him sleep. She preferred that then the times when he was in pain from the excruciating headaches or the overwhelming phases of nausea he would go through. When he was sleeping, he was peaceful.

 They were married for three beautiful years and had been dating for eight before that. She had moved from another city and when she stepped into the classroom Jinyoung knew he wanted to make her his. Which is what he did. All throughout high school and college they dated. They fought over the little things and joked about them too. Even after being together for so long he was still nervous when he asked her if she would spend the rest of his life with him and his heart filled with overwhelming amounts of joy when she said yes. They got married, travelled to places around the world, settled in a three bedroom bungalow with a white picket fence and a yard so that the dog they owned together would have enough space to roam around, and they dreamt of having children together. Growing old together. The past 3 months changed everything. It started when Jinyoung stayed home from work one day due to a bad headache. When she returned home she found him lying in the kitchen unconscious, and he was immediately rushed to the hospital. That was when their life changed forever. Jinyoung was diagnosed with a brain a tumor. More specifically, glioma of the frontal lobe. They could treat his symptoms, but could not cure him. Her world stopped when the doctor’s declared it terminal. From that moment on the color disappeared from her world and she was left only seeing shades of grey. She stayed by his side. Never returning home, any belongings or change of clothes she needed Jinyoung’s mom or her mom would bring. She became accustomed to the routines of the hospital, even taking on some of the care for him herself. There were good days and bad days. The good days were when Jinyoung and her could walk down the hospital hallway hand in hand, leaving the walls of the room they were secluded too most other days  or when they would watch tv, snuggled on the single mattress of the hospital bed, almost feeling like they were at home. The bad days were when Jinyoung would look at her and not remember who she was, what they meant to each other, his personality different than the one she was used to. A common symptom for the kind of brain tumor he was diagnosed with.  On those days she would excuse herself from the room and find a hidden corner in the hospital where she wept. He never remembered any of those moments and she kept it to herself because she knew it would pain him.

 “Knock, knock” Jaebum leaned against the doorway.

 She sat up, wiping the tear that had rolled down her cheek. Fixing her posture to look more positive and put together than she actually was.

 “Hey,” Jaebum gave her a nod as he entered the room and sat on the chair on the opposite side of the bed.

 Jinyoung opened his eyes at the sound of Jaebum’s voice. He smiled then turned his head to him, “Hey bro, looking good” he said as he admired Jaebum’s leather jacket.

 “Definitely better than you,” Jaebum snickered.

 She could only roll her eyes at his comment. How can he joke like that? Im Jaebum was Jinyoung’s best friend since childhood. She never understood why, as they were polar opposites. Jinyoung was captain of the volleyball team, vice president external of the student body, accepted on a full ride scholarship to his university and a team lead at the company he worked at. Jaebum spent more time in detention than in actual classes, loved to party and spend his leisure activities with women, he became a well known record producer and emanated the “bad boy” image. Yet their friendship was everlasting. After all this time she didn’t know how she felt about Jaebum. There were times he was cold to her, most of the time it felt like he didn’t acknowledge her presence. She was polite to him for Jinyoung’s sake but could never warm up to him the way she did with others. There was just something about him that made her keep her guard up.

Jinyoung tried sitting up, she helped adjust the bed upright and arranged the pillows behind him. He gave her a thankful smile. Since Jaebum was there she decided to take the time stretch her legs and give the two friend’s some time together. She leaned down and kissed Jinyoung on the forehead. “I’m going to go get some coffee from downstairs.”

 “I love you” Jinyoung said as he grabbed her hand as she turned.

 She leaned down and pressed her lips gently against his, “I love you.”

 Jinyoung watched as his wife left the room, Jaebum barely looked her way. When she was out of the room Jinyoung sighed and leaned his head back. The movement of sitting up made him nauseous. He looked at Jaebum, “This isn’t good for her and it isn’t fair to her. She deserves more.”

 “You’re the best there is,” Jaebum smiled, he tried to maintain his usual self around Jinyoung. Even though it pained him to see his best friend in this state.

 Jinyoung let out a small laugh as he shook his head, “Can I ask you something?”

 “If you’re going to ask me give you a bed bath, then my answer is no” Jaebum chuckled, but he saw the expression on Jinyoung’s face and his smile slowly faded. “What is it?”

 Jinyoung looked up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words to say. “Take care of her for me? You know, when I’m gone.”

 “Don’t say stuff like that.” Jaebum’s brows furrowed, his heart sinking at the request of his friend.

 Jinyoung smiled at his friend, “I have to, I need to make sure she’ll be in good hands. That she’ll have someone to watch over her, especially because I won’t be able to.”

It was silent as Jaebum reflected on his words, “She doesn’t even like me.”

 “She’ll warm up to you,” his eyes crinkled as he let out a laugh, “Promise me?”

 Jaebum nodded, “I’ll try my best bro.”

When she returned Jaebum was gone and Jinyoung was flipping through channels on the tv.

“Come here” he made space beside  him on the bed and held out his arms, patting to the space beside him.

She nestled into the space, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He  wrapped both arms around her, taking in her scent, feeling her warmth beside him.

“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed the top of her forehead.

She snuzzled in closer, “I love you too,” taking comfort in the rise and fall of chest as he breathed.

“Have I told you how lucky I am to have you?” he said as he glanced down at her.

She smiled and looked up at him, “Countless of times.”

“Good, I want to tell you as much as possible.” Kissing her forehead again, he tightened his arms around her.

Something about the way he said it made the smile fade away slightly, she tried not to dwell about it. She didn’t want to think of the future, she only wanted to remain in this moment as long as possible. In his arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the sound of his breathing. She wanted the slow dances in the kitchen, the evening walks by the river with their dog, she would even settle for the minuscule tasks of grocery shopping with him, washing dishes while he dried. She clung to the hope however dim it was that it would be possible, but their talks of the future died. There were no more talks of children, no trips being planned. They both lived in the moment, holding onto whatever time remained. Loving each other as much as they could, expressing their love every chance they got. She closed her eyes while he held her, imagining the future they had always talked about as she drifted off to sleep.

The next week Jaebum wandered into the hospital, he whistled as he rode the elevator to the floor that Jinyoung was on. A deck of cards in his front jacket pocket as he wanted to see if Jinyoung was up for a card game.  As he walked down the hallway towards the room, a group of people pushed past him and straight into Jinyoung’s room. His heart stopped, and he found himself running after them. Panting he stopped at the doorway to see chaos in the room, persistent commands being shouted from the doctor as nurses rushed to gather supplies and follow orders given. She was there, in the corner of the room begging for Jinyoung to wake up. The nurse’s grabbed her arm to try and lead her out of the room but she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. Eventually another nurse assisted and grabbed hold of her as they lead her towards the doorway. Her focus only on Jinyoung as she wept, when she saw Jaebum by the door she ran into his arms in agony.  He didn’t say anything, he only held her as he watched. Her head was buried in his chest and he stroked the back of her hair to comfort her. Then the long extended beep from the heart monitor filled the room. She sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket.  He held her in silence, his cheek pressed against her head as he continuously stroked the back of her head as if to have her not turn around. He watched as the team were doing everything in their power. The beads of sweat dripping from the doctor’s and nurses, as Jinyoung lied still on the bed, his color faded from his face and eyes closed. Amidst all the chaos he could faintly hear the words Jinyoung spoke to him last week as he held her weeping in his arms.

 “Take care of her.”

 ~Lea

Let me know what you think! :)

#park jinyoung #got7 jinyoung #jinyoung #jinyoung x oc #im jaebum #got7 jaebum #got7 jb #JB #got7 leader #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #jinyoung fluff #jinyoung angst #jb angst #jb fluff #got7 scenarios #got7 #jb x oc #jaebum x oc

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I want Mikan to have wheelies to escape her feelies./ Hey hey, Miu, Kaito, Kokichi? Yet again, it is I. I'm having motivation issues again and for the last few days I've felt horrible. Really, I've just been questioning my worth again due to a bunch of stuff, especially cuz I argue with my mom 24/7. I just could use some comfort rn, if that's alright. P.S, felt like I should say this. IK one of you guys mentioned ADHD; and I'm actually getting tested for that soon! Ty :). -Spider anon

Spider anon!! Hey bro!! What's up! You're on my list of anons with the coolest names, you funky little spider anon. My bad, I got kinda distracted, so now I'm gonna focus on helping you. Aw man, I'm sorry to hear you're having motivation issues again, and feeling generally horrible. Hey! Stop questioning your worth right now! You're amazing no matter what. You're a unique, awesome person, and you can do whatever a spider anon can-on!

Arguing with parents is pretty common, and yeah, it's always a tricky thing. Since I don't have any details, I can't really give any advice on that, but maybe try spacing yourself away from your mom as much as you can to avoid arguments. I seriously can't remember if it was me who mentioned ADHD, but I'm glad to hear you're looking into that! I totally know what that stuff is like, and hopefully the actions you take will lead to some solid help.

Alright, you want comfort? I got comfort! Bro, I seriously can't stress enough how amazing you are. I've only talked to you twice, but I can tell you're an incredible person who I'd totally be friends with. Even if you're not feeling super motivated right now, that doesn't mean you're worthless. No matter what happens, you're still worth as much as possible. Like you know the world's biggest diamond? You're worth more than that. I started a random "I would be friends with this anon" squad, and like, if you want in, I'll totally give you a star sticker. I guess that's like, our official membership badge or something. Either way, don't lose faith in yourself. Believe in yourself no matter what. Try to become your own biggest fan, because there's so much about you that's amazing. I hope nothing but awesomeness comes your way man, it was good to hear from you again!

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Hey! I'm literally never going to forget you because of the dumb spider anon song parody Kaito made, which is in my head right now which sucks because it's literally one line on repeat over and over again, but anyways, hi again, welcome back! Aw man, I totally get the motivation thing. Like, it's just soooo much work to get up and do things, or like, even get up half the time. Hey, even if you're not feeling it right now, that doesn't change your self worth at all!! Sorry to tell you, but someone with as much worth as you literally can't have their worth shrink ever. That's just how it is, laws of science or whatever. We all have our spirals, and that doesn't change who we are as people, or how much we're worth. I kind of fight with everyone, so I do get the whole 24/7 fighting thing too.

Dammit, I'm agreeing with Kaito. Sometimes it's a good idea to take a step back and take some personal space to let your head clear. When we get emotional, us amazing humans can make some pretty dumb choices, and I don't want you getting into a trap like that. Honestly I dunno who mentioned the ADHD thing either, but I'm just gonna go ahead and take credit for that. You're welcome Spider anon, you can write me a song or something to show your gratitude. I'm totally kidding, and it's good that you're getting tested! Hopefully that'll get you some answers and some ideas on what to do next to help yourself out.

Yeah, sure thing I'll give you some comfort! All you gotta do is ask. Ok, get ready. So, I'm a pretty great judge of character, like I had Kaito pinned as an idiot from the start, and I was like, totally right about that. I can tell that you're a really talented person, even if you don't feel like it all the time. You're seriously an amazing person, and anyone who knows you is lucky to. I'd like, totally be your friend too, and for the record, I'd be a waaaay better friend than anyone else. But seriously, you're amazing. I know you have periods where you doubt yourself, but trust me, people around you see how amazing you are, and hopefully you will one day too. Keep being your awesome spider self, kay? I'll see you around!

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Spidey! Hey there babes, great to see you again!

Not so great that you’re feeling horrible though, that sounds like a lot of shit that you’re going through.. Motivation issues and your mum is arguing with you? Geez, I don’t get adults man…

Listen, I know your mum is a total pain in the arse with constantly arguing with you, but you’re not any less important, you’re worth a whole lot. Fuck what she thinks, you’re doing the best that you can and that’s the important thing!

Oh hey, I know it’s not me who mentioned ADHD, but I’m glad that you’re getting tested for it, it’s always better to get it done professionally instead of self diagnosing and freaking out.. I get it, it’s easy to look at the symptoms and think, ‘hm, this sounds like me!’, but you know what I mean..

You mentioned wanting comfort, so how about I let you take a nice, long rest against me? I’ll hold you until you feel better, does that sound good? Spidey, you’re worth all the happiness in the world, that much I promise you..

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #kaito momota #kokichi oma #miu iruma #mod kaito #mod kokichi #mod rockstar

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Pride Prompt Month 5/30: Free for All

Fandom: Dear Even Hansen

Relationship: Tree Bros

Notes: So, I flitted between what i wanted to do and thought what would a writing prompt challenge thing be without a sickfic, yah know. Then I had to decide which paring. Even is sick and Connor takes care of him? Connor is sick and Even takes car if him? I couldn’t decide so why not both!!!

More Notes: Connor doesn’t die, the Connor Project doesn’t exist and Even is still severely socially awkward and Connor is a little shit, well Jared is the shit, Connor is just Connor

Prompt: Sickfic

Tw: implied suicide attempt, scars, emeto stuff, anxiety, swearing

Connor Murphy’s Pov

I tossed my phone on my barely used bed and cringed at the pain in my chest.

Mental illness has been proven to redce the efficiancy of one’s immune system. It was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, my body had given up trying to fight being sick.

Symptoms:

Fever: 101.2

Headache: Pounding

Aches: Everywhere

Vomiting: Very close

I tally off what I manage to comprehend and bury my face in the pillow Even had made me a couple of weeks ago. “Tree Bros.” I called it stupid but I keep it near me as much as I can. I was honestly at a lose for words at how sappy my boyfriend was (pun never intended), but someone needed to balance out my shit. And if drugs aren’t cutting it them maybe people or person can?

I check the time and it’s one; almost time for school, and two, almost time for Even’s morning text.

3…..2……1

*ding*

Anxious Snowfflake

E: Wake up and Good Morning Connor

C: Uggggggggggh

E: Whoa, are you okay?

C: No.

E: Geez, Connor. I can’t tell you if you’re joking or not.

I send him a picture of the thermometer at my house, which had climbed to 101.6.

It takes seconds before my phone is flooded with messages.

C: Even….Even please

C: Even chill.

He continues anxious rambling about hings i didn’t feel up to answering. Instead I throw on an extra layer to keep the chills balanced and slipped to my car til i pulled up to the school. Even was still texting me when I pulled up.

C: meet you under the tree

I shakily walked to the oak tree by the soccer field at our high school and waited. I watched the quiver leaves and tried to not give into my heavy exhaustion. My eyes closed….

“Connor! Oh my god, Connor!”

I barely open my eyes knowing it’s Even, that and because the sun was too bright. He sat down in the grass next to me and I could feel his hands hovering over me.

“Don’t….touch me.”

“B-B-But C-Connor, you have afeverandyoucouldbedyingandyouneedtogethomeand-”

I cut him off because his pauseless rambling was making my headache much worse, “Even. Shut the hell up. I’m fine.”

I open my eyes trying to not get caught up in the light and colors, and quickly rise, doing my best to not fall on my face. Even trails behind trying to get me to lisen, but when have I ever listened to anyone. I honestly was only lying a little, besides feeling weak in both body and stomach and my headache, things felt pretty normal. 

Maybe I just smoked to much or whatever, completely dismissing the fact I haven’t touched weed or cigarettes in a couple days.

I was kinda happy that Even and I had the same homeroom, what I didn’t appreciate was a dipshit, named Jared Klienman was also there. I slumped in my seat in the second row, and Even sat across and Jared looked up from his computer.

“Ah, the angel of death has descended. Fuck, Murphy I didn’t think you could look anymore depressing and pale.”

I don’t have the energy to flip him off, I just bang my head on the desktop, rattling around the gray matter between my ears.

“C-C-Connor d-don’t do that!”

“Yeah, Murphy listen to you’re little bonsai baby.”

Despite being sick, I jump up and grab Jared by his collar, “S-say that again you fucker.”

Big, BIG, mistake. Jared’s saying something, but my head was spinning and I dropped him, reeling back and clutching the nearest thing.

“Connor.”

“Shut up, everyone just SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

I could feel everyone staring at me, which wasn’t odd considering I was some psycho senior who did dangerous stuff, was almost always high and tried to kill himself last summer. Some one, probably Even, touched my shoulder and I ran out of the room. The people were suffocating, school was suffocating, living was suffocating. I must had ran maybe four doors down before i doubled over as the pain roiling in my stomach caught up with my sudden movement.

“Shit shit SHIT!”

I knew I wasn’t going to make it where ever I was going. A bathroom? too far. The nurses? even farther. I was running out of options and time before I couldn’t hold back the thick saliva collecting in my mouth. in a last ditch effort I hurried to the nearest trash can and tore off the lid. Most of what I had eaten last night sloshed in the plastic, while the remain bit, spatter on my shoes. 

Despite me refusing to indulge in the necessities for life, like eating, there a surprising amount of digested unrecognizable mush getting rejected from my body. I heave a few more times til my aching stomach chills out for a few seconds.

I resisted falling to my knees, considering there was still a pool of greenish vomit at my feet. Tears had formed in the corners of my eyes, but there was no way in hell I was going to cry at school. I barely even cry in general. I wiped them away and shook the nausea out of my head.

“Jesus, fucking christ.”

“Um, C-Connor.”

I stiffened realizing that Even was standing behind me, trying to form words. I spin around, which was another big mistake,i leaned forward covering my mouth.

“F….fuck everything.”

“Oh my god, Connor we have to get you to the nurse.”

“I’m fine. Just leave me alone.” I tried to push past him, but tripped over my feet and slammed against the ground. Or i would have if he hadn’t caught me.

“Connor, your fever is, ohmygodConnor we have, we have togetyouto the nurses. Please.”

“No….I can’t. Let’s just go back to class.”

I pushed him off and sat on the cool tile floor, trying to regain some focus or composure.

Even watched me and threw up his hands, “Alright, Connor. If you can manage some how to get back to homeroom BY YOURSELF I’ll leave you alone.”

I knew what he was doing and even more so, that i couldn’t get back to class or even make it through the day, but I was not going to be a helpless loser. I swallow my pain and stand on weak legs and try to puff out my chest and walk down the hall.

“Everything is fine Even, see things….will be….f-fine.”

Everything is aching when I open my eyes, much more than it had been before. the lights were down and everything was quiet, except for frantic breathing. Through my hazy sight, I see my sister trying to console my panicking boyfriend

“Zoe, what do we do?

‘”Hansen, just calm down. It’s not your fault that my brother is a stubborn asshole, but depending on how he’s doing, I don’t know I guess we could try calling my Mom.”

“God, Zoe….I am NOT going with Mom.”

They turn to see me attempting to sit up on my elbows, which doesn’t happen, despite my “valiant” effort.

“Well, you’re kinda out of options.”

I honestly didn’t want to bicker with my sister not when I felt like my insides were going to explode, she continues talking, but I hold up a hand. She huffs about how much an asshole I was and excetera, but I wasn’t listening. I cover my mouth quickly.

Not again

Even was on top of it, giving me a wastebasket before i lost it. Zoe groaned disgusted, she always had a weak stomach, but then again so did I. While, I emptied my stomach rather “elegantly”, Even asked if he could take me home, if i was really bent on not leaving with my mother.

“No way, Even,” Zoe protested, still looking away. “The school would never allow it.”

“W-Well since when does is anything Connor does allowed? A-And besides, I don’t mind.”

“Even, since when are you some rebel?”

He glanced at me like he was afraid to answer without my permission, but Zoe was the first one to know/guess we were dating.

“Since he met me.”

“Connor, why are you corrupting Even.”

“N-N-No he…well yes, b-but no I mean.”

I coughed, from both sickness and to get him to stop sounding like an idiot, “Even it’s fine. How about we just go, and talk about how much of a bitch Zoe is later.”

“Fuck off.” Zoe shot back walking to the door, “just don’t get caught.”

It was hard to tell if Zoe actually cared or if she was concerned about me, though that wasn’t something new, but maybe…just maybe.

“Whatever…”

She walked out, without saying bye to either of us, and Even helped to me to my feet.

“Are you going to make it?”

I shrug, honestly not sure what the truthful answer was. He grabs the waist basket and shoulders most of my dismal weight to the senior parking area, only stopping to let me breathe. I fished my keys out of my pocket and we sat in the car for a quick second, before I realized something.

“Have you ever driven a stick?”

He smiles nervously, “I, um…..haven’t driven much. But, yes. I learned on a stick.”

“Thank god. I was hoping to die on my own terms, not because my boyfriend tired to drive me home.”

Even looked nervous, I forgot it’s taboo for a suicidal person to talk about death, especially their death. Hesitantly, Even starts the car and I pretend I’m not fearing for my miserable life. Since it’s the morning after rush hour and bus period, the roads are pretty empty, which is sorta calming for Even. He’s very touchy with the brake and I finally just tell him to take it easy or I can drive, the second part being completely stupid and dangerous, but he calms down after that.

I must have started shivering or something because he fiddles with the A/C or heat, and asks if it’s safe enough for me to take off my sweatshirt. I absently stare at the road and contemplate if hat’s an option, but I had given up trying to hide. I slip off the black fabric and rub my wrists. The mile long scar running down my left forearm was itching like it did when I was at a weird temperature, and the hashes of other scars and burns looked red against my pale skin. Another reminder of what a mess I was. Besides my family, and doctors, Even was the only one who had actually seen them or it.

I glance at him and he’s watching the road, though I knew he was anxious to see if there were anymore or if they were healing. Now, that my protective layer was off, I felt cool, but vulnerable and…..very relaxed, to the point I was sure I must have been high.

We pulled into my driveway and Mom’s car wasn’t there, thank goodness. I was feeling marginally better after getting to a better temperature, and lead the way to my room. It was much messier than it usually is, since I had kinda thrown a fit a couple days ago and trashed the place. My piles of books and CD’s were strewn on the ground, though in small piles, as I did attempt to clean a little. Flopping on my torn up bed, I watched with tired eyes, as Even tentatively sat on the edge of my desk.

“Um….d-d you need anything?”

I didn’t respond, just lazily rolled my eyes. 

“Do you want me to go?”

“No….not really.”

“Holy shit, Connor, you are sick.”

“Shut up, Hansen.”

He laughs and I guess I did too. He bustled around my room, cleaning things while I lay there motionless. It was kinda mice to have people dote over you…

even just a little

Turns out I had like the flu or something. I ended up staying home for almost a week, and even though people just assumed I was skipping, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t please myself, how could I please anyone else. 

Even came by everyday after school and stayed late, making sure I was living. i told him he was going to get sick, but he just hummed some annoying song and stayed by my side.

I walked to class on Tuesday and waited for my anxious mess of a boyfriend to make it to his seat next to me.

5 minutes….he’s never this late

10 minutes…..okay this is weird

homeroom starts and no Even

I whip out my phone and send three texts, 15 minutes later I get a response.

E: bathroom by chemistry

I ran before the teacher could say anything. I bust through the door and no one was there.

“Even? Is this a joke? Cause-”

I was cut off by gagging and eventually retching. 

“Of course….”

I looked under each stall til I found him, leaning over porcelain, drenched in sweat and coughing.

“I told you.”

“Shut up, Connor.”

“You know you love me.”

Even rolls his eyes, “Not if you don’t help me.”

“No I’m just gonna fucking watch to vomit all day. trust me. this is enough.”

I keep at a distance as he continues to get violently sick, trying myself to not get sick. Once the worst is over, I brush matted hair out of his eyes and sigh, 

“You’re an idiot.”

He rests against my chest and wheezes like me when I get too much smoke in my lungs. I kiss the top of his head and help him up.

“Guess, it’s my turn now, Hansen.”

“Just do a better job of driving  then me, please.”

“Just don’t fucking throw up in my car and we have a deal.’

He smiles and nods.

…

I don’t say it enough, but I really do love having someone who cares. It’s better than lonely nights in my room reading and smoking. By far

#dear evan hansen #even hansen #connor murphy #sickfic #vomiting #scars #implied suicide attempt

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More former herostuck ideas I came up with cause they’re fun.

(Lots of Vantas Bros. and Signless stuff)

- Though they would be mentioned little, the Beforus ancestors are the parents of the Alternian ancestors (a.k.a. the parents of the beta and alpha trolls). The only exception being the scientist that Signless’s male genetic information came from, since he technically only donated genetic material [he’s dead].

- The Signless was originally developed in the lab he was created to act as a living cure for all known diseases. With his ability to control his own body down to a genetic level (with some limitations), it’s theorized that if he were to develop cancer, he could simply cause the cancer to terminate itself. He could even alter his appearance by changing expression of his hair, skin, and eye color, along with other physical traits. Were he to obtain a virus, he could speed up creation of antibodies to destroy it. The idea would be to take these antibodies and recreate them to use in other humans and animals for all major viruses, and other applications for diseases.

~ Despite original peaceful intent behind his creation, the people behind the project decided to alter him instead when they entered an unexpected period of majorly destructive villain activity caused by the Condesce. He was reconstituted and injected with nanobots which he couldn’t get rid of, which placed him under a mind controlled state for their uses.

~ When placed into situations of extreme stress, Signless’s body undergoes a severe and drastic change where his heart rate slows, adrenaline is released without the fear response, pain receptors completely deaden, and his muscles enter a state where they are able to output 100% capacity of strength usage, making him stronger and faster than normal. It wears him out, but this effectively puts him into a ‘Bloodlust’ mode where he seeks out whatever is identified by his body as a threat and seeks to eliminate it. The nanobots placed into him can induce it on command by creating certain stimuli and cause him to hone in on whatever ‘threat’ the controllers of these nanobots choose. This ability was considered feared by heroes and villains alike, because it basically made him into a nigh unstoppable terminator who would stop at nothing until he succeeded. One can always tell when ‘Bloodlust’ is activated because his eyes, normally slate gray, turn blood red.

~ Karkat and Kankri both have all the abilities Signless did, but don’t know how to use them, so they’re for the most part normal. The only time they normally exhibit any of his abilities is if ‘Bloodlust’ is activated, at which point they get the same gray to red eyes and act like the Signless does. They may or may not learn the whole disease thing intentionally or unintentionally. They only ever use their abilities subconsciously, in that they rarely, if ever, get sick, and if they do symptoms which should last a week or so usually go on for a day maximum.

~ Though uninvolved as heroes, Dolorosa, Psiioniic, and Disciple were all in the scientific field working on the project that made Signless while in civilian lives. Disciple and Signless fell in love, but were never able to act on it due to the nature of their work and him being considered a test subject. Disciple was a widow at the time she met him, after she’d already had Nepeta and Meulin with her now dead husband. None of them were aware of his double usage as an assassination weapon because they were all under the impression of him being a volunteer, not a genetic creation.

~ Signless disappeared sometime after Karkat and Kankri were made, believed to be alive but no one knows where. Dolorosa, Psiioniic, and Disciple only found out about the boys after he’d vanished, but by that point they’d lived a good many years growing up in the labs (Kankri was 12, Karkat 6). Disciple tried to take them in with her and her girls, but the agency regulating former hero and villain activity deemed them under their jurisdiction due to Signless’s actions as an assassin weapon. Hence why they’re both under agent Spades Slick’s care.

- Agent Slick is currently in a relationship with Agent Paint, who located the boys to him for care. He keeps in touch with his old gang who aren’t part of the agency, but always ready to step in and break some kneecaps for old times sake.

- Darkleer was the first ‘villain’ to enter the program. Handmaid was the last.

- Disciple was the first of the ‘heroes’ to enter, Summoner the last.

- At least two generations of Amporas have had some sort of feelings for the Condesce, Dualscar and his father (Beforus Eridan). Cronus may or may not have flirted with her once he was old enough, but mostly goes for Meenah. Eridan pretty much sticks to Feferi or Vriska.

- Despite former rivalries, the villains tend to stick fairly close in terms of communication. It’s an unspoken vow amongst them that if any of each others’ children are in danger, they should step in if they happen upon it. Developed mainly out of necessity since their families still face stigma from the actions they took in their youth.

- Summoner is the odd dog out in the heroes because he preferred to work solo in the ‘old days’ and because of his old flame with Mindfang.

- The children of heroes and villains tend to mix better than their parents do, with some friendships and even relationships forming across lines. But there are still often conflicts between those of a hero and a villain whose parents had strong feuds or rivalries in the past.

#homestuck #former herostuck #herostuck #signless #dolorosa #psiioniic #disciple #orphaner dualscar #spinneret mindfang #summoner #condesce #her imperious condescention #handmaid #executor darkleer #kankri vantas #karkat vantas