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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Sleeping With A Friend (18+)

Soft!Dark!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

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Warnings: Soft!Dark!Bucky, smut, non-con via somnophilia, intercrural sex(thigh sex), oral/fingering-f receiving, nude pics taken w/o consent, drunk & horny bucky, Bucky POV so a whole lot of dirty thoughts, pining, wet dreams, basically pwp, fluff, angst, poor self-esteem/body image issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3,515

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I’m still calling it a “celebration” fic for Seb’s 40th b-day (ha!) I feel like it’s been forever since I wrote for one of his characters so this was the perfect motivation to finally finish this one up. Hopefully y’all are into this absolute filth I’ve written😘 Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Bucky stumbled through the front door of your flat, trying (and failing) to keep quiet in his semi-drunken state. He knew you’d be asleep at this hour and didn’t want to wake you. His night out hadn’t gone quite as planned, but if he couldn’t go home with someone from the bar, the next best thing was crashing at your place and hanging out in the morning. It also helped that he had a spare key, and that you lived 10 minutes away from the bar he’d been at, which may or may not have been planned in advance.

His original plan had been to crash on your couch, but when he laid down on it and barely fit, he knew he’d have to find a different option. He’d forgotten that your “couch” was more of a loveseat. A good portion of his legs hung off the armrest and only half of his body could fit on the cushions. Suffice to say, not an optimal choice for getting a good night’s rest.

It made sense you didn’t have a giant couch, though. You lived alone and whenever Bucky came over he just curled up next to you, normally with your legs slung over his nap. He wasn’t big on personal boundaries anyways. It’s a good thing you’d gotten used to that part of him. Because, in his opinion, when in his presence you should always be within arms reach and preferably already within his arms. He had never found someone so perfect for cuddling. You were just so soft, plus your scent made him dizzy. He really was lucky to have you as his best friend, and especially to have you as his cuddle buddy.

With the thought of your hugs in mind, Bucky rolled off the sorry excuse for a couch and tiptoed to your room. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d bunked with you, so it was fine, right? Bucky cracked open the door, and peered inside. He could just make out your covered, slumbering form in the middle of your queen-sized bed that was pressed into the far corner of the room.

He pulled off his jacket as he walked towards the bed, leaving himself in just his short-sleeved shirt and black joggers. They’d have to do for the night since he didn’t think you would appreciate waking up to his naked ass curled up next to you in the morning. He wished he’d left some pjs at your place, though, since your room was unusually hot. There must have been something wrong with your AC, because he knew you hated sleeping in the heat.

When he got to the side of your bed, he grabbed the thin sheet covering you and pulled it back. He stopped dead in his tracks.

You were curled up on your side, one leg lifted over the other, your arms wrapped around the wolf plushie he had bought you for your birthday this year.

That was not what gave him pause though. What made him still his movements and all the blood in his body drain to his crotch was what you were wearing.

More like what you weren’t wearing.

Only a thin crop top covered your torso. It stopped just above your navel. The only other thing on your body was a pair of pink panties that rode up your backside, covering a strip of your belly too. They weren’t fancy, looked like the simple cotton kind that was worn for comfort, not seduction. It didn’t matter what mainstream purpose they served, Bucky had never been more aroused by the sight of underwear in his life.

He gulped and his hand instinctively moved to his cock, palming it over his pants. A low groan emitted from his lips. You shifted at the sound and turned over on your back, exposing more of your front. Bucky felt close to bursting. Your shirt had ridden up and he could just make out the underside of your breasts. He gripped his cock tighter, this time holding in his groan.

Normally, around him, you wore comfy clothes: sweatpants, oversized shirts, leggings-he loved the leggings-but you never showed much skin. Sometimes you would wear shorts, but those stopped at your mid-thigh, denying Bucky any glimpse of the treasure that lay above. This sudden exposure of your soft skin unencumbered by fabric was too much for Bucky’s brain. His eyes couldn’t take in all your enchanting curves, gentle rolls, and adorable dimples fast enough.

The synopses in his brain were short-circuiting. He was running on pure adrenaline and primal instinct, so he couldn’t have possibly stopped his hand from plunging beneath his underwear. He gripped his throbbing cock and started hastily pumping his throbbing length, his steady breaths morphing into uncontrollable pants. The pressure of his tight fist felt so good but he soon needed more. How could he be satisfied by just looking at you when the temptation of your voluptuous body was right within reach?

He pulled down his pants with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick before he tentatively brought up a knee to rest on the bed. When you didn’t react to the weight shift, he brought up his other one. He was now kneeling just a foot away from you, still hesitating to cross that last line between you two.

When you shifted in your sleep again and opened up your legs to reveal your clothed core, he threw all caution to the wind. Fuck it. You were a heavy sleeper.

He placed his metal hand on your knee to test the waters and see if you reacted at all to the slight touch. You didn’t move. He slid it down to your hip and gave a gentle squeeze followed by a little shake. You dozed on. Sucking in a deep breath, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric covering your center. When you still didn’t react, he rubbed them over your folds, cock pulsing with want when he felt the warmth radiating from beneath your underwear. He brought his fingers back up and breathed in. Your intoxicating scent rolled over him like waves.

He had to taste you.

He hooked a finger on the side of your panties and pulled it over to reveal your naked pussy. Bucky could have passed out. You were perfect.

He leaned forward and slid his tongue between your folds, lapping at your damp core. When he flicked his tongue over your clit you let out a soft moan he stilled, his heart beating a mile a minute. He waited with bated breath, but the only thing that happened was a sudden increase in your arousal. Your juices coated his tongue and he lapped them up, savoring every last drop.

So your body was reacting to what he was doing… Bucky smiled at that revelation and focused his tongue on your clit again. He rolled the sweet bud, playing with it tenderly. His teeth grazed it and your thighs suddenly clenched around his head, caging him in. You were still asleep though. The pressure on the sides of his head didn’t bother him at all—he was a super soldier for god’s sake.

He continued lathering your bundle of nerves with attention as he slid his hand between your thighs and stroked over your dripping entrance. Slowly, he dipped his middle finger in, moaning into your cunt when he felt your pussy clench around the intruding digit. He imagined the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock and he felt pre-cum leaking from the straining member. All of his focus stayed on you, though. He was fixated on your pleasure, needing you to come on his face and fingers.

He added another finger, but made sure to keep his movements languid, not wanting to jar you awake with a harsh, roaring orgasm. Instead, he rolled and sucked your clit gently, keeping the rhythm of his fingers slow as they curled up. A soft moan left your lips and he knew he’d hit the spot that would do you in.

He ground his fingers against your g-spot, and when he felt your walls clench around him, he sucked just a little harder on your throbbing clit. Your thighs trembled around his head and you gave a breathy gasp as a gush of your arousal spilled onto his fingers. He pulled them out and moved his mouth to drink up the heavenly liquid. After that, he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking your sweetness off of them one by one.

Bucky glowed in the ecstasy of what he’d just accomplished. He had drawn a slow, deep orgasm from his best friend without you waking a wink. It was actually pretty impressive that you were such a heavy sleeper.

Your murmured sounds of pleasure as you floated down from your high made his dick throb with need. If you had slept through that, maybe Bucky could push the boundaries even further.

He pressed your thighs apart, gazing at the way your cunt beckoned him for more; to take as much pleasure as he had just given you. He furrowed his brow in thought. As much as he wanted to bury his pulsing cock deep in your tight heat, he knew if you woke up with an aching pussy you would know what happened. Because he knew you’d feel it in the morning if he stretched your little hole around his thick cock. Bucky didn’t want that. He needed to move slowly with you, tonight was just a little blip that arose from an opportunity he couldn’t have possibly denied.

Still, jerking off while looking at you wasn’t good enough. He squeezed your thighs as he contemplated his options and his heart skipped a beat as he came up with a perfect compromise. His eyes flew to the plush appendages. He pushed them together and dipped his hand between the apex of your thighs. He sucked in a breath when he felt just how warm and soft it was. This had to be the next best thing behind actually fucking you.

He reached down to your pussy and scooped up some of your fluids and rubbed them on your inner thighs to get them nice and wet. The pre-cum leaking out of his dick would help too. Still on his knees, he scooted closer, his metal arm wrapped around your legs holding them over his shoulder.

He looked down at your wanting body. The afterglow of your orgasm shone across your entire being. Your shirt had ridden up even more and your breasts were now on full display. He leaned forward and blew on one of your nipples, grinning when it stiffened. He plucked it gently with his fingers before returning to the main event.

With your thighs held together, he slid his cock right in between them, directly over your mound; he was barely able to hold back an animalistic growl at the vivid sensation. He pushed his dick further, and watched as it was engulfed by your velvety thighs. When his pelvis finally rested flush against them, and the tip of his dick stuck out the other side, he let out the breath he had been holding in.

He slid his hips back and started to slowly, but steadily, fuck your thighs.

The thighs he had spent countless hours fantasizing about. The thighs he would get secret pleasure from touching whenever he could. The thighs that were now swallowing his dick so perfectly it was a miracle he hadn’t cum yet. As he methodically thrusted, heady with the incredible feeling, he reached his hand out and plucked at your nipple. He couldn’t resist. You let out another faint moan and he rolled the little nub with his thumb before pinching it lightly.

“Bucky-”

He stilled when the sound of his mumbled name came from your lips. You had woken up. He’d been found him out. What was he going to do? You were going to kick him out and he’d never see you again.

After a few seconds of waiting for your to wrench away from him in disgust, he finally peered down at your tender face. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing hadn’t changed. Maybe he had misheard you.

“Bucky-fuck yes, please. Bucky-”

Your back arched slightly, pushing your breast further into his palm. You purred in your sleep, and he felt your thighs rub together-which felt like heaven. Your head flipped to the side and you let out more moans, your volume gradually increasing. His very name was uttered every few words. You slightly bucked your hips and your arms tussled in the covers.

Oh god. You were having a wet dream. About him. Bucky could have jumped for joy. He would, if his dick wasn’t shoved between your thighs and he wasn’t as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Instead, he let out little pleasure-filled murmurs of his own, whispering your name like a prayer that was finally being answered. He splayed his hand out on your chest feeling the rapid beat of your heart. When he felt the rumble in your chest as you, in your sleep, begged for him to fuck you, he went feral.

It was a sign, if he was in your dreams and your body was this turned on, it wouldn’t be long until you were actually his. Just the thought of you awake, staring up at him with lust filled eyes as you opened your legs, ready for him to slide into your dripping cunt, set him on fire. His hand left your tits and he wrapped both arms around your thick thighs as he pistoned his cock back and forth. With every quick stroke, it brushed over your needy clit, making you buck your hips slightly.

Bucky could tell you were right up there with his own mounting orgasm. He angled his hips down slightly to give you more pressure and he must have hit something just right because your whole body spasmed and you let out a curdled groan, practically shouting his name.

“Buckyyy!”

Your cry pushed him over the edge and he came too, coating your stomach in his seed. All he could do as his cum spurted out of his aching dick was chant endless words of praise for how good you felt, how he couldn’t wait to one day fill your pussy with his cum too. He wanted to dominate every part of you, claim what had been his. When he had spent every last drop, he pulled away and gently set your legs down. He slid a finger through the mess he’d made on your belly and a shudder ran down his back. He’d finally done it. Bucky had marked you with his seed.

Panting, he jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to grab something to wipe up his cum. He came back, but paused before he cleaned you up. He bent down and swiped up his phone from his jacket pocket.

He flipped to his camera app. The open window and clear sky cast just enough light for him to capture your mostly naked state without using the flash. You were a picture of pure beauty, skin glistening with sweat and covered in his cum. He reached forward and pulled your shirt up further, getting a snapshot of your incredible tits, your nipples were still stiff peaks.

He felt his dick stirring again, but took in a deep breath to calm himself. The next time he came with you in the room, it was going to be inside of you while you screamed his name and clawed at his back. These photos were just a memento to mark such a special occasion. And to help him wade through the tide as he waited for you to open your legs willingly, or at least knowingly, to him.

With his new treasures saved to his camera roll, he tossed his phone back on the pile of clothes. He cleaned his cum from your stomach, making sure he got all of the sticky fluid. He walked back to the bathroom and tossed the now sodden rag in the trash under the sink, hidden from sight. Tomorrow, he’d be a dear and take the garbage to the dumpster for you.

He walked back into your room and pulled on his pants before hopping back into bed beside you. He fixed your shirt and underwear so that they were back in place. He ran his hands over the wet spot blooming on your panties, but there was nothing he could do about that. Oh well. He pulled you into his chest and quickly dosed off into the best sleep of his life, dreaming of delectable curves and the sound of his name on your lips.

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You were having the best dream. Cool, metal fingers were moving between your thighs as heated lips melted into yours, taking your breath away. The sensations felt so good. So right. You were about to whisper the words you’d been wanting to say for years, but a beeping pinged through the lusty fog. Just like that, the lips and hand were gone, though a warm presence still lingered.

You kept your eyes screwed shut, heeding the images to return, but they were gone. You were not happy that your, now silent, alarm had chosen that exact moment to wake you up. Though that wasn’t the only dream you’d had with a certain dark haired super soldier that night. It had been filled with your beautiful best friend; the two of you intertwined in lecherous passion.

Finally, you squinted your eyes open and soon realized that the heated presence from your vanished dream wasn’t just imagined. You blinked, surprised to find Bucky sleeping right next to you. You would have wondered why he was in your bed when he definitely hadn’t been there when you’d gone to sleep, but you were too distracted by his slumbering face.

His long, black eyelashes dusted cast faint shadows across his slightly pinkened cheeks, and a dark strand of hair had fallen out of place. You brushed it back behind his ear and smiled at how soft he looked like this. The fact that he could relax and be so open and vulnerable around you made your heart swell. You felt the same way around him; safe and secure. You trusted him with your whole being, he truly was your best friend.

A part of you saddened at that last thought. Deep down, you yearned to be so much more, but you were too scared to make a move. You knew Bucky loved you, but you didn’t know if he could love all of you. If he could want all of you. It was hard to look at his sculpted body and chiseled features, and believe that a person so attractive could possibly be interested in you.

You sighed, trying to shake the unnecessary thoughts from your head as you sat up, gently lifting his arm from where it rested across your waist. As you shifted, you felt a dampness between your thighs, and the realization that you had been dreaming about him all night shot through you like a flame. Oh god, what if you’d said anything in your sleep? What if he’d heard you? You didn’t know how long he’d been there.

Another realization sprung in your head and you looked down. You actually gave an audible gasp. You were practically naked from the waist down. He had seen you wearing your ugly granny panties and your old t-shirt from college that you’d cropped a just little too short.

The fact that he had seen you in such a state brought tears to your eyes. There was no way he was going to be even slightly interested in you romantically now that he knew what you looked like underneath all the modest clothes you normally sported around him.

You leaped out of bed, not caring if you disturbed him, and scuttled to the bathroom; grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt from your closet on your way. You didn’t care that your AC was broken.

You rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, springing into the shower. Thoughts spun through your head, but you just kept telling yourself that it had been too dark for him to see anything. That he had been too tired when he got there to take notice of all your imperfections on display. That you really didn’t need to worry. When it felt like you could breathe again, you stepped out of the shower. You grabbed a towel, but caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you dried off. You frowned and quickly looked away from the glaring image.

Bucky was way too good for you.

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In your room, Bucky was sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish your shower. He was smiling from ear to ear as he swiped through the photos he’d taken last night.

God, you were perfect for him.

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t3ddytr3atz · 11 months

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erm i’ve been obsessed with ur page recently!!! i have ideas swarming in my head like bees every single day and I need to just let this one out. can I get tweek,pip and estella (separate again) x fem! fallen angel reader? erm romantic dating headcannons, my favorite🙀

(im sorry i just love this page so much, something about the way you write idk I feel addicted erm so I hunryg🤯)

I'm glad you like my page anon! (PLZ WHILE I WAS WRITING TWEEKS PART I THOUGHT OF HIM AND THE READER AS MILLIE AND MOXXIE 😭😭😭)

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊,𝐏𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊

•he isn't really fazed that you are a fallen angel because pip in one but you where kinda.... different??

•when you first met tweek you thought that he wouldn't like you because yk you're a fallen angel and you where in hell, but to your surprise he warmed up to you! Not judging you that you where a fallen angel. In fact...he liked you a lot!

•he is pretty clingy sometimes, so he'll follow you around making sure that nobody is giving you a hard time and that your safe. He's just worried about you :(

•he likes to cuddle with you, just hugging each other close, soft breathing and occasionally kissing ☺️

•if anyone is judging you /making fun of you he'll literally beat tf out of them, you need to hold him back, do it

•he thinks that you are the prettiest woman ever 🥰

𝐏𝐈𝐏

•omg!!! Same!!!

•he loves you sm! Doesn't matter what you look like or anything he loves you sm!!!!

•when you first met pip you (again) thought that he would be uncomfortable/ not interested in you but he welcomed you with open arms! Literally

•personal space? Wtf is that, he is going to be with you no matter where you are, walking around hell? He's coming while holding your hand, taking a nap? He's cuddling up to your side dozing off with you

•if anyone is causing you trouble he'll 'deal' with them. Actually he'll threaten that person to apologize to you or he will make sure their life is a living nightmare

•he likes to hold your hand a lot! Just softly rubbing your knuckles pressing a kiss onto them occasionally, such a gentleman 🥰

𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀

•she didn't really care, like at all, she loves you for who you are, not how you look or where you came from

•once you met her you thought she hated you because she always talked cruel to you, but soon after she'll become...soft twords you? Not making fun of you, not calling you names or anything...it was weird?

•soon after she confessed she couldn't help but fall even more in love with you, like how did a sweet and innocent girl like you end up in hell???

•she isn't really big on affection and pda, but she'll occasionally hold your hand softly running her finger over your knuckles, resting her head on your shoulder letting you softly get the tangles out of her messy hair (don't lie it looked messy af)

•if anyone is causing you problems except them to apologize 4 seconds after, bc when she is angry she is scary. She cuss them out while threatening their lives of family/friends/loved ones, don't fuck with her when she is mad. Well your the only person who can (sorta) calm her down

Hi readers! I hope you enjoyed this request, also I'm glad that a lot of you like my blog, it makes me happy:)))

#x reader #south park au #south park #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #tweek x reader #sp pip #sp tweek #sp estella #hellpark #hellpark estella

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seagull-scribbles · 3 years

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OooooooOOOOO00000000- He has an 🎶 EARRING 🎶

#sth #shadow the hedgehog #shadow is gnc af #I’m sorry I don’t make the rules #my friend plz-let-me-nap came up with this #brownie points to whoever recognises his outfit #I think I prefer this new brush to my old one #also since I was already deviating from canon I did my own little design changes #like the green blood for his blush and the fluffy cheeks #talking to friends about this has been so much fun I LOVE YOU FRIENDS #lgbt hc #rouge did his eyeshadow and nails UwU

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ijwrsmff · 3 years

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yooo can i plz request strawhats hcs with a dumb/humorous and energetic f reader? if u have characters limit then ignore!

Of course! My character limit is 9 so you can request aaaaaall of the strawhats! I love writing for these babies XD I hope you enjoy!

Luffy:

He absolutely loves...LOVES when you match his energy

He’s a very hyper boy, so finding you and seeing that you can be just as hyper as him if not more?

He loves it

He always invites you to play on the deck with Chopper and Usopp

He especially loves playing tag

You better run fast…

He’ll catch you in a tackle and have you both rolling across the deck

Sanji will scold him for being too rough with you, but you eat it up

You catch him similarly

You know he can take it when you tackle him

With his devil fruit you know nothing you do could hurt him

Every once in a while you’ll take his breath away...literally

But other than that, he loves when you both can play off each other’s energy

If you’re worried about seeming dumb to him...don’t even think about it

He’s not the brightest himself so he doesn’t even notice if you seem dumb

He also loves that you can make him laugh

“Tell another joke y/n!”

He will listen to your jokes day and night

Zoro:

At first...he found you annoying

He thought you were just as dumb as Luffy

But you were nakama

He would still come to your aid if ever you needed it

But after a while...he starts to see past the intellect

Your kindness, your humor, your drive

He falls for you fast once he starts to pay attention to you

His love language is quality time

So often he’ll have you sit in the room with him while he trains

He often won’t say anything, but he will often look your way to make sure you’re watching him train

If you wanted to train with him...he can barely contain his excitement

“I’m not going to go easy on you.”

Except he does

Every...single...time

He likes to laugh, so hearing your jokes is always a good time for him

He likes to nap with you, but you’re often too energetic for that

He understands, but he’ll nap close to you

Even if you can only cuddle and sit still for a few minutes

It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep, so a few minutes is all he needs

He doesn’t care that you leave to play with the crew

Just being around you for a short period of time is enough for him

Nami:

She didn’t pay much attention to you at first, since intellect is something she looked for in a partner

She’d befriend you, but didn’t think it would go anywhere

But she slowly fell for you as she watched you and the crew play

She didn’t participate, more than content to just watch with Robin

But every once in a while she’ll play with you guys

The crew noticed immediately

She never played with them…

But that all changed once you came around

You asked her so sweetly to join and she couldn’t say no to that face…

She gets a bit frustrated when she just wants to relax and cuddle but you can’t sit still

Eventually, she learns to cope with it

After all, your energy is something that had her fall in love with you to begin with

Still, she would often try to cuddle you

Luckily you get to sleep in the same room, so she usually keeps cuddling reserved for bedtime

Though most nights you stay up later than her, always trying to use up all your energy for the day before turning in for the night

Once you’re ready to sleep, you know she’ll always be there to cuddle each other to sleep

“Silly y/n...you’ve worn yourself out, huh? Come here...let me cuddle you to sleep.”

Usopp:

Honestly...you exhaust him sometimes

You’re more energetic than he is, but he tries to match your energy which leaves him exhausted

It’s nothing against you, he just needs a break sometimes

He likes to play with the others on the crew, but he has his limits

Once he starts getting to exhausted he breaks away for a nap

If you wanted to nap with him...that’d be nice

But he knows you might not be ready to take a nap when he is

He knows chances are, no matter how long his nap is, you’ll be back to playing with the crew when he wakes up

And then starts the whole process again

He likes to fish as well, but oftentimes you have too much energy for it

You like to tell jokes, and Usopp will always laugh at them

“Haha, that was a really good one y/n! Now how do you like THIS one?”

Will swap jokes with you for days

His arsenal of jokes never seems to run out, so you better have a lot prepared

Sanji:

He adores that you’re so energetic

Intelligence doesn’t matter to him, he’ll flirt with any girl so at first you had no idea he had feelings for you

You can be rather oblivious...so you didn’t notice when he stopped flirting with Nami and Robin

They pointed it out to you

That’s when he confessed

He would love if you would help him cook, he thinks it will be a good outlet for your energy

And besides, you both loved spending time with each other

Why not while doing something you both can enjoy?

He can be energetic, but much less so than you or Luffy

Your jokes always make him laugh

“Y/n-swan, that was hilarious! You’re so good at making people laugh. I really enjoy that about you.”

He will pout if he wants to cuddle but you can’t sit still, but he understands you need to get that energy out first

He’ll take up sitting and watching you play on the deck

He won’t participate unless you asked him veeeeery sweetly

When he does play with you guys...he gives it his all

But he always...always lets you win

Chopper:

He plays off your energy...and you play off his

Creating an endless circle of hype

He loves that you’ll play games with him, Usopp, and Luffy

You bond as friends that way

Sometimes you’ll play teams, Luffy always gets Usopp and you have Chopper

It’s an unspoken agreement

Though if you and Chopper win too much...the other two will accuse you of cheating

Somehow

He hops around in excitement when you begin to play

Equally...you hop around seeing him hop around

You always sit next to each other a dinner

While you’re all nakama...you’re his best friend, and he’s yours

While playing hide and seek, you find Chopper first

Always seeming to know where he’ll be

You find him under a gurney in his office, and you find him asleep

Seems like he was really tired after all

You smile and pick him up, taking him to his room

“I’ll always protect you, Chopper.”

He mumbles softly in his sleep “I’ll always protect you...I love you y/n”

“I love you too buddy.”

Robin:

Opposites attract much?

Where you come across as dumb...she radiates an air of intellect

Where you’re always bouncing with energy...she’s calm and collected

She didn’t believe in opposites attract until she met you

You contrast each other well, and she adores getting to see you play with her crew, the people that mean the most to her in the world

You become part of that, becoming someone special to her heart

She knows very early on that she’s developing feelings for you

She’s not only booksmart...but emotionally intelligent as well

It might catch you off guard when she confesses, but when you reply with a smile and affirmation that the feelings were returned she gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on her

She enjoys watching you play with her crew

Though she would never join in, content to watch from the sidelines

She honestly likes that you aren’t knowledgeable about some of her favorite topics

It means she gets to teach it to you

She’ll sit down with you, books in hand

If you expressed not wanting to learn, she wouldn’t push it

However it makes her happy to teach you, even if you are pretty slow to learn

Franky:

Oh boy...oooooh boy

He returns your energy 10 fold

He’ll start by telling you jokes, and you return with your own

Overall some of the jokes are...terrible

But you both laugh until you cry

It’s good to have a connection like yours

He doesn’t care if you’re smart or not, he just enjoys spending time with you

You’ll find him either repairing the ship, or inventing something new

You’re always his tester

“Hey look y/n! I made something new, care to try it out with me?”

It ranges from new weapons for the crew to new games he made on the fly

He loves to spend time with you, it’s always filled with laughter and smiles

Every once in a while you’ll convince him to take a break to play with the crew

He gives it his all, and shows no mercy

Despite the fact that he loves you

It makes you laugh knowing you never have to worry about him holding back

Brook:

He can’t match your energy. He just can’t

He’ll often find himself watching you play while sitting with Nami and Robin

He’ll play music to set the mood when you play, knowing a wide variety of songs

Some are upbeat, some are intense

He’s become your designated mood-setter

Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper LOVE this

It makes the games you play even more fun!

He also likes to play you quiet songs to help you fall asleep

He loves that he can express himself to you via music

“Oh y/n, I love watching you play with my own eyes! Ah! I have no eyes! Ahaha.”

He likes to teach you songs on his violin, and doesn’t care if it takes you a while to learn them

He had plenty of time to practice on his old ship, so he knows how much work you need to put in to master a craft

Quite frankly...he lost count of how many hours he spent on that ship

But it was...a lot

Many years he worked

He plans to spend the rest of his undead life with you, so in his eyes he doesn’t mind spending hours upon hours teaching you

It’s something he loves, so he enjoys that he gets to spend time practicing with you

#one piece x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #nami x reader #usopp x reader #sanji x reader #chopper x reader #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #franky x reader #brook x reader #x reader

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unloved-cadillac · 3 years

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hello ! plz akutagawa (bsd) x shy ada reader who stays with him, taking care of him when she was in the coma(she's not his girlfriend but she crush on him) everytime she comes after work staying with him holding his hand, prying he'll wake up, crying still she falls asleep, after when he'll wake up she'll feed and clean him, taking care of him like if he was a baby so fragile xd ( thank you take care of yourself bon courage ^^✨ ❤️)

C/n: awww you guys love Akutagawa, huh? Same tho. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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I’ll Always Be Here. (Akutagawa x Reader)

When you heard about the accident and the fight between Atsushi and Akutagawa, you weren’t worried about Atsushi.

You felt it was a bit wrong to care more about your crush than your fellow friend but that feeling was flushed away when you saw Atsushi was fine. “I don’t know where Akutagawa is. Probably taken back to the Port Mafia or something.” You hear Atsushi say and you gasp underneath your breath. A few minutes later, Yosano gave you a piece of paper on your desk with a wink. When you read it, you got up and said you had some stuff to do.

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You took a taxi to the address Yosano gave you and when you arrived, you sprinted inside. Gin was the first to almost kill you but calmed down after she realized it was you. She cocked her head to the side and you followed her into the dark room.

When you stepped into the light, you almost cried. “Aku.” You whisper and toss you bag on the floor and run to his side. Higuchi cursed you under her breath but if Akutagawa was awake, he would’ve chosen you to stay with him, so she left you alone with him.

“Aku? Can you hear me?” You ask softly but they only response was the beeping of his monitor. He was wrapped in bandages with his right hand resting in his stomach. So you took his left hand and held it. You kissed it as you felt tears fall onto the bed below.

“Please wake up, Aku. I’m here.”

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Everyday after work you came to see Akutagawa and your heart always dropped when you didn’t see him awake. But his beautiful heart was still beating, still keeping him alive and for now, that was enough.

You talked with Gin about what would happen when he woke up and you said you’d take him home. No one will suspect you since you hardly spoke in the ADA and was easy to miss. Except Yosano since she knew about Akutagawa and you.

After a week, Akutagawa shuffled around his bed and opened his eyes. To say he was surprised when he saw you there was an understatement. You had tear marks on your face and your hand was intertwined with his. He sighed in content and carefully nudged you. You stir awake and when you met his eyes, you smiled broadly. “Aku. You’re awake.” You whisper and lean closer to him. You see him look at you and his hand makes it way to your face to wipe away your tears. You chuckle and hold his hand as his held yours.

“You...were here...all this time?” He wheezes out and you nod. “Of course, Aku. I was so worried about you. I thought you weren’t...I thought..” you cry and bow your head and he wraps his arm around you and brings you close to him. Higuchi and Gin walk in the room and see you leaning on Aku as he murmured to you. “You can’t go back to your apartment,” you begin and lift your head up to look at Akutagawa, “I’m taking you to my place. I’ll take care of you there.” Akutagawa wasn’t even going to argue with you. In the months that he knows you, once you set your mind on something you get it done.

So he nods his head as you kiss his hand.

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The next few days, you took care of Akutagawa. You came home early from work, cooked him warm foods and helped his heal. Tonight, you decided that Akutagawa should have a relaxing bath to soothe his sore body. You filled the tub with warm water and plopped a dark purple bath bomb and added some bubble bath to it. Once it was ready you went to Akutagawa’s room to help him.

“Aku. Let’s have a bath today. Come on.” You whisper and he opens his eyes from his little nap. His bandages were removed but the band aids and stitches were still there. You took his hand and wrapped it around your shoulders and helped him to the bathroom where he stripped and went into the bath.

You were about to leave but your hand was held by him. “Stay.” He whispers and you smile, nodding as you sit next to the bath. You took the sponge and carefully bathed Akutagawa with a blush on your face. “Why did you help me, Y/n?” He suddenly asks breaking the silence. You stop your movements and look at his wet face when you smile. “Because I..couldn’t just leave you alone.”

“I wouldn’t have been alone. I had my sister. What’s the real reason, Y/n?” You look down at your hands and Akutagawa hooks his finger under your chin and suddenly his wet lips were on yours. When he pulled back, he kissed your cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me, Y/n.” He whispers and you kiss him back.

“Of course, Aku. I’ll always be here for you.”

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“Have you guys heard Akutagawa’s dub voice? Call me a simp but it’s hot af.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#akutagawa x reader #bsd akutagawa #bungou stray dogs akutagawa #akutagawa ryunosuke #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd imagines #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd anime

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katsukis-sad-angel · 3 years

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yes plz

omg can i plz get a scenario where some villains capture and torture (y/n) and then boom boom boi rescues them, but they still have nightmares about it so boom boom boi comforts them and cuddles them and tells him that he’ll protect them. sooooo swoony UwU

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Absoultely!!! Thank you so much for the cute prompt, I actually had some fun with this despite the actual prompt lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!!

warnings: heavy angst, heavy fluff, soft baku for the soul, mentions of blood, gore, abuse, vomit, panic attacks, character death, bakugou and the reader are married, my trash writing

word count: 1K

Seven months.

Seven months since your release from the year-long nightmare that continued to haunt you even as your husband held you firmly against his chest in your queen-sized bed.

It was hot. He was hot. There was just too much heat all over you, the weighted blanket, Katsuki’s muscled arms crossed over your heaving stomach, his chest pressed against your back for support, and the summer night outside… you felt like you were being suffocated in the measures taken to help you.

Katsuki immediately noticed your change in breathing and allowed you to squirm away from him and sit up before emptying the contents of your stomach into a preplaced bowl on the floor next to the bed.

He scrambled to sit up and grab your waist so you wouldn’t fall off the mattress in your lightheaded state. When you were finished, you started crying, the burning ache in your throat becoming almost too much to bear.

Gentle hands wiped your mouth and coarse thumbs wiped away your tears. He wanted to avoid a panic attack at all costs so he took you with him to get you a glass of water.

It must’ve been quite a spectacle, once a high-ranking pro-hero reduced to carrying his sobbing, mentally scarred wife into the kitchen of their apartment to get her a glass of water to soothe her protesting stomach and burning throat.

But if you could see his face, there was nothing but concern and determination in his now gentle vermillion irises.

The images and words that flashed through your head weren’t helping either; a deeply scarred male pressing flaming palms to your skin, searing the flesh until it sizzled, no remorse, no hesitation, only ringing laughter while you screamed and pleaded for mercy. A small blond girl, nearly a child, dragging her knife along your naked body as she questioned you. But every time you refused to give her an answer, her wrist would flick and a cut would form on your thigh or your arm or your cheek and she would shriek with laughter at your cries. Being beaten with anything available until your bruised skin gave way and blood seeped out and puddled on the floor, dragging your body through pools of your own blood and vomit as you tried to get away from your next undeserved punishment, watching someone else use brute strength to break your fingers-

You tried to listen to Katsuki’s soft, encouraging words, you valiantly attempted to sip the water you were given, but the air pushing in around you was cold now and your tender scars weren’t having it.

“Come on babycakes, I know you can hear me,” Came his gruff, sleepy murmur, “Look at me, focus those pretty eyes on me honey, it’s just you and me.”

The heart beating rapidly in your ears, the bitter cold sinking hits claws into every pore on your body, the crushing thoughts of your woes… everything simply paused when you locked eyes with him.

Soon the warmth of his fingertips lifting your chin defeated the tyranny of the chill keeping you locked in place and a comfortable heat spread down to your toes. The cool water that seemed lodged in your esophagus, went down easily and you let him help you with another sip.

“Nightmare again?” He asked, pulling you into his lap, “What did the therapist tell you to do when that happens?”

His words weren’t hurtful or condescending in any way, he just wanted you to be able to know what to do while he was away. What if you had a panic attack while he was in the shower? What if he was at the store and your nap had taken a turn for the worst?

You wilted, guilt stabbing your heart as you noticed the bags under his eyes. “T-To look around, find all the things that are around me and compare them to the bad place. Then I’ll know I’m safe unless I’m not.”

Your hoarse whisper and correct answer earned you a nod and a smile, “I know you don’t think about it, especially when you’re in the middle of an attack, but we need to work on them ok? That was the fastest time it’s taken you to listen to my voice and calm down though, I’m very proud of you.”

He squeezed your hands reassuringly, “You’re getting better babygirl, it’ll all be over soon,” He promised, “I’m so happy you’re here with me, I must’ve cried every day you were gone until I finally had you in my arms again. I love you so goddamn much, you don’t even know.”

“You’ve stayed with me, you gave up your dream for me, you haven’t given up on me and refuse to let me give up on myself… I never expected you to stay behind with me while your friends move up the ranks, I expected you to leave like anyone else with goals would. But you didn’t. And you’re here…” You said in a raspy murmur, arms locked around his neck.

“Sssh, don’t strain yourself bunny. Remember what the therapist said, breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.” He responds, “Do three for me ok? Crying dehydrates you, you gotta stop.”

“I… I just love you so much.”

You miss the uncontrollable smile that pokes his mouth because he had your head resting over his shoulder, but you felt him squeeze you a little tighter, the simple action bringing a watery smile to your own features.

You spent the next half hour going through your breathing exercises, some physical therapy for your damaged muscles (also to help you sleep), and you watched a detective show in his lap on the couch while he braided your hair.

When it was over, your husband carried you back to bed and tucked you into his chest under a few sheets and settled down, thumb brushing your freshly washed cheek affectionately.

“Feeling ok?” He whispers and you nod, reaching up to twist your fingers into his hair and pull him down for a tentative kiss.

You giggle when he pulls away, cheeks tinted pink.

It had been so long since you shared an actual kiss.

“So cute,” He murmured, “I could never replace you, not for all the money Deku got when that All Might bastard died. You’re worth more to me than oxygen itself, got it?”

You nod and pull his pretty face down for another kiss.

Slowly but surely, you knew, but someday everything would be ok again.

#katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #submission

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Snowed In p6

This gave me such a hard time but I needed this conversation to happen for like 50% of the plot shit down the road, plz forgive me.

Pairing: Geralt x fem!reader

Warnings: hella awkward convos, pining, self depreciating undertones?, talking about sex? idk yall im tryinna tag these with everything i can think of but if i miss something plz let me know!

Summary: (Last part was pure smut, but for those who skipped, it was basically them justifying a good roll in the hay bc it would help them sleep) The day after some completely pragmatic and not at all monumental sex they’re figuring out where to go from there. Boundaries and such?

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part 5 here!

You woke slowly, uncomfortably warm and… sticky?

As reality came into focus you realized the stickiness was sweat from being plastered to Geralt's bare chest as you slept. You wriggled a little, loosening his hold on your hips so you could scoot back and see his face. He was still fast asleep, hair sticking to his stubble and mouth slightly open. He looked so much more innocent, almost juvenile when he slept. It made you want to protect him, as ridiculous as it sounded.

Your hand reached up on its own to brush the strands of hair away from his face. When he didn't stir you trailed your first two fingers down his jawline, gently dragging the backs of your knuckles up over his cheekbones. You knew he could wake up at any moment, and it would be uncomfortable to explain why you were staring at him like he alone breathed life into you every day, but you continued tracing the peaks and contours of his face.

If you let yourself think about it, he technically did. He got you up every morning, did anything you asked to help you, and everything you didn't have the stones to ask. This man made space for you like no one ever had and accepted the mess you brought with you, going so far as to help you sweep it into a manageable pile.

You swallowed back the lump forming in your throat as you realized just how much of a mess you'd made for yourself this time. You'd fallen in love and set yourself up for nothing but pain.

The snow would melt, you two would join Jaskier on the other side of the pass, things would go back as they were, and you would fall asleep alone.

You took a slow deep breath in and savored the peace for the last couple of moments you could before your heart would burst. Gently lifting Geralt's arm, you rolled up to sitting as slowly as possible, watching him the whole time. When he still didn't wake, you snatched up your clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom.

He was still asleep after a towel bath and meticulously braiding your hair, softly snoring now. You couldn't help but feel a little proud of yourself for tiring him out so thoroughly.

Sitting down next to him you squeezed his shoulder, "Geralt. Hey, wake up."

He grumbled something about it being early and patted the bed where he thought you were supposed to be before his eyes snapped open.

"There he is." You cooed, reluctantly pulling your hand away.

He squinted and furrowed his brow against the morning sun, pushing himself up on one elbow, "You're up. And dressed."

Now, you knew you were manufacturing the disappointment in his words, but it still hit you just as hard. You sprang to your feet, kicking the contents of your bag back toward the corner with a little more vigor than necessary, "Woke up hungry. C'mon, get up."

"Alright, alright." He grumbled, rolling over and reaching for his neatly packed bag.

Breakfast was uncomfortable, to say the least.

Geralt didn't lean his knee against yours and you weren't sure if you missed it or were relieved he spared you the adrenaline rush. Though when he brushed against your arm reaching for the salt and you nearly jumped out of your skin. The neighbors sat across the table from you and one of them winked at you, almost making you choke on your oats. As soon as Geralt was done with breakfast you cleared both your plates and made a beeline for the door.

You lead the way out to the barn, excited to see the caverns in the snow your fight had left the week before were still uncovered by fresh snow. You fumbled with the latch, not entirely paying attention, so Geralt reached over your shoulder and flicked it open himself. He was so close you felt his breath on your neck and the heat coming off of his chest. Everything in you wanted to lean back into him, but that might be breaking a rule and these rules were becoming ever more nuanced.

You went about your usual business feeding and examining the horses and were about to leave, but Beau looked so sad and bored. Poor guy hadn't gotten more than a walk up and down the breezeway in a month and you could see the pent up energy in his eyes. You sighed and grabbed hold of his mane, swinging up onto his back and laying back over his haunches while he ate. This felt like a good place to slow down and examine your options with this whole "friends" business.

"Y/N?"

Or it would have been.

"Stall." You answered, not sitting up even when you heard him slide the door open.

"What're you doing up there?" Geralt's voice had that same confusing, unidentifiable tone he'd used when he'd left you in the bath.

"He looked so lonely. You don't just spend time with Roach?" You spared him a glance, noting how casually he leaned against the door, arms crossed so that his collar slipped down to show the marks from your nails digging into his skin.

He shrugged, "She gets tired of me."

Beau walked across the stall to sniff Geralt’s pockets and nudge his hand when he smelled what he was after. You shifted to stay balanced on his back, absolutely no intention of coming down any time soon.

The silence between you that crept on and on was in no way comfortable. You fidgeted while Geralt pet Beau, giving him a treat here and there when he smiled for him. Normally you’d be amused, now you were just angry at yourself.

You swung a leg over Beau’s withers, spinning to sit sideways facing Geralt, “You’re rather quiet.”

“I’m always quiet.”

You shook your head, frantically searching for the words you needed, testing the waters,“I ah… I had a good time last night.”

He quickly glanced at you before focusing back on Beau trying to eat his gloves, “Mhmm... Haven’t slept that well in months.”

There was a beat where you debated leaving it there, but you were never one to quit while you were ahead, “This doesn’t have to be weird, does it? I don’t want things getting tense.”

Geralt finally locked eyes with you, searching your face for something, “No… if you’re uncomfortable-”

“Which I’m not.” You interrupted.

He tilted his head, a softness taking over his face that you rarely saw, “You’re my best friend. As long as you’re okay with it, I am too. It’s just sex, after all.”

You nodded, “Just sex. Yeah. We- heh, we didn't even kiss...”

“Exactly. What are friends for?” Geralt playfully swatted at your boot, giving you a grin.

What are friends for…

You plastered a smile on your face, changing the subject before the emotions bubbling in your chest boiled over, “Jaskier is gonna kill you when I tell him you said I’m your best friend.”

He moved to stand in front of you, crossing his forearms and resting them on your knees. His touch was calming, grounding you back into reality as he usually did.

He squinted up at you, “That’s if you tell him.”

You patted his hand, “Oh, I’m definitely telling him.” you teased.

He gripped your wrist and quickly spun to face away from you, pulling you forward and off Beau's back. You squeaked and gripped onto his shoulders when you landed on him. He laughed, giving a little jump to get you higher on his hips and get a hold of your knees. A giggle slipped from your lips, partly due to surprise, but partly because his grip on your knees tickled.

"I'll tell him it was you who dropped the sword on his lute strings." Geralt made his threat halfheartedly, carrying you out of the barn only to have you steer him back to grab your gloves that you'd left on the hay. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, taking your opportunity to hold him close to you as possible, resting your chin on his shoulder. His warmth and his scent lulled you into a state of content as he took his time meandering back to the inn. Just before he reached the door you noticed a fresh snowflake on your elbow.

"Motherfucker." You shouted, "It's snowing again."

"Shit! Y/N, you're right in my ear." He tried to turn to look at you but you tucked your head against his neck, hiding almost like a child.

"Sorry. I forgot…" you whispered, more out of embarrassment than anything.

He hummed, the vibrations permeating your whole body from where you were perched as he yanked the door open and stomped inside. You wiggled, communicating you could once again walk just like a toddler, but he just hoisted you up higher and trudged up the stairs. You bit your lip, hiding a smile on the basic principle of not wanting to feel it, not necessarily because anyone important could see you.

When you reached your room Geralt rather unceremoniously collapsed onto the bed, sending the two of you bouncing for a bit before he came to rest with his shoulders on your hips.

"Tired?" You asked, fighting the urge to rake your fingers through his hair.

"Exhausted." He made no effort to get up but rested his hands underneath the outsides of your knees.

You sighed in agreement and rested your hands on his shoulders, "Post breakfast nap sounds nice."

I can handle this. I know the boundaries. Just don't kiss him. That should be easy enough ...

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part 7 here!

gotta edit bc im a scatterbrain and forgot to tag! If you want to be tagged plz let me know!

@ab-haya @fire-in-her-veinz @cavillhavoc

#geralt of rivia #the wticher #geralt of rivia fic #geralt of rivia fanfic #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x reader fic #geralt #geralt x reader fic #geralt fic #geralt x reader fanfic #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fan fiction #the witcher fic #geralt x fem!reader #fucking yearning hours yall #thats damn near all im good for

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iconsumeheadcanons · 4 years

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persona characters autism headcanons!

hi im autistic and i started my day with sun so now im !!!!!!!!! some of these headcanons are from elsewhere on tumbr, but i dont know where :((( so i am hoping someone out there knows that n that everybody knows that i love them <3

(also go check out mollypaup and i think hypeswap if you havent already! they post some good stuff autism+adhd hc too!!! i think.. oh! and thieves-in-the-palace!!!)

Joker

there was some artwork from someone on tublr..where they pointed out that he doesnt really talk outside the metaverse so--hes hyperverbal as joker and just near nonverbal as akiren

he stims ALL THE TIME. that phone thing, the pencil thing, the little tappy tap of his foot, pulling at his bangs when hes embarrassed/smug. someone get him a fidget spinner. he’ll prob learn to do tricks with it

he probably sucks at focusing in class, like i know its just the game design but hes always surprised out of his daily “star out the window at the nearby office building” when his teachers ask him questions

mona mentions when the pt is at Wilton for the first time (after they run into shido) that joker eats like shit, and that could have multiple causes at the start of the story of course, but when i first played i thought that joker was a picky eater and that the variety (and amount of food) at the buffet would be an Ordeal...

tho mona makes that comment bc joker looked pale after having a little ptsd moment from shidos voice, but i didnt know that the first time i played

maybe when joker makes a face at ryuji putting so much ginger in his gyudon? joker probably does not like pickled ginger lol

his favortive foods are all spicy, which is why the curry he makes for his friends is always ‘overly spicy’, and why kasumi makes him a curry bento and joker kept going “...?” .... “....?!”

overly reflective glasses have been a great plus for him bc now he never has to make real eye contact every again!

mona Soft. play with Ann hair. maybe Braid. nice

puns (Gorou the Goroumet)

he has so many options to be straight up rude sometimes in game. he probably no clue on his own, which is why he defaults to Not Talking. people probably mention his constant scary face, which is just him being nonexpressive, squinting at all the fucking bright lights, and Tired

executive function who? we do everything last minute folks

high pain tolerance, which is why he was the kid that was always climbing trees in elementary school to get basketballs unstuck from the branches

his sixth sense lets him see treasure and possible places to climb/crawl bc 1. Shiny? Steal it. Steal it Now. and 2. Could i fit in that? Time to Find Out

probalby a bit of a klepto too oops. he’ll return it tho!! but he has to do it dramatically or he’ll die

cant sit properly to save his life

smells and touch are Great, they can keep him grounded when his brain goes off to police or dead rivals or guilt or

if a friend hung out with him and gave him total reigns of the agenda, he would choose to nap on the floor while his friend does something off to the side quietly

hyperfocuses on handy tasks (i.e. lockpicks, coffee brewing, cleaning, his part time jobs) and some things like movies and books. everything else is a tossup

his (normal) navigation app is his most used app bc he still doesnt know where hes going, even though he only goes to the same few places in the city

hates being sweaty, literally cannot stand it. probably double exhausted during the summer

but Needs Compression so hes often Struggling

Futaba

paraphrase from p5d “i have no motor skills so i cant play rhythm games :(” need i say more? (i will regardless)

echolalia all the time, from anime, memes, the PT

those headphones she wears all the time? noise cancelling ear protectors babey

only talks about her interests, “normal” talking is Not Easy, but she is still communicative w others despite her worries. shes not “hard to understand” at all but she feels the anxiety nonetheless

only talks informally, cannot talk ‘politely’ with out imitating someone around her

shes had meltdowns and anxiety attacks in game :( i relate so hard

Technology. thats it

def had an egypt phase that pops up every few months. probably came from yu-gi-oh

has Immune to Bright Lights buff. joker is very jealous

“Time to make like a tree and leave!” and 30 other iterations

video game metaphors are the only ones that makes sense to her

probably relates hard to robot characters in anime for their general androgyny and confusion about human emotions and connections

probably gets told that shes “too smart to be on the spectrum” by teachers >:( she fails their classes on purpose

wakaba’s autistic too that just how it is

the Connection that she establishes with Joker is so Warm. my life goals include adopting an older brother like futaba has lsdkfjslkfj

also eater of 5 foods only, i mean, she brings cup ramen to the beach. i just really admire her...

hides in small spaces for comfort

doesnt she have like uhhhhh hyperthymesia or something like that?

Yusuke

art

his entire social link is learning how humans work, which i relate

talks seriously all the time

“sarcasm? who is that? are you saying I was sarcastic?...how?”

cant remember to take care of his body, and madarame did not help with that either

lot of uncomfortable staring, hes overdoing the eye contact thingy

infodumps all the time, doesnt know hes doing it

needs a lot of support even if he doesnt think he deserves it. no one ever complains about helping him out tho

visual stims my friends

he didnt know that you could look up pictures on the internet but he does know you can stream live videos of waterfalls and fluffy animales!!

I am certainly in the mood

for something salty today.

he and joker are scared of math. numbers do not interact

Yusuke, futaba, and akiren are a trio and i know this bc their first day of non-thievery interacts is Akiren clearing Futabas room w/o permission, futaba hyperfocusing on destroying medjed, and yusuke rearranging futabas figurines so they are more visually appealing

morgana is a support friend for all of them bc igor knows they need it

Souji/Yu

yes, he mostly wears gray semi formal clothes bc parents tell him to, no, he will not changes this

Schedule or Death

“sorry, could you repeat that?” “huh? oh yeah, i was saying that--” “yeah that’d be cool.”

cats, fishing, he just likes to be quiet. you can literally spend a day at the beach just to think if you want, and that is what yu want

has a lot of scripts for things (of which he shares with nanako!) but if he runs out he just stops talking..

inaba is a godsend bc its so fucking quiet and warm

he Yearns to hold his friends hands, but he shies away from a lot of touch (excepting yosuke, teddie, and nanako)

Cooking and Cleaning makes the world better. he and joker vibe together with this

unlike akiren, he strong arms any executive dysfunction into Be Productive or Else. his punishment is feeling the pure anxiety of having to make up for ‘lost time’. (another symptom of his workaholic parents)

writes everything down, notes are very neat, has pages dedicated for bad doodles when hes not feeling his usual Super Classroom Focus

Cannot handle secondhand embarrassment (most often caused by yosuke) and will quietly slip away to random cats or origami folding

hungry, crunch crunch folks. probably needs chewelry bc he used to chew on his shirt collars when he was younger.

cleans up after everyone in the food court, constantly worries about them accidently hurting themselves. likely spends half of group conversations watching peoples hands

he canonically eats expired food, nanako plz help your brother

really clumsy, but people only notice after they decide that he is a cool person

video games are too chaotic for him

exhausted every night from the pure amount of masking he does, if a friend spends the night (or is like yosuke) they will know his more comfortable weirdo self (tho everyone knows hes a weirdo eventually)

hyperempathetic, sometimes just understands animals and children better than peeople his age or older

Yukiko

her jokes

she and souji get in ‘trouble’ together, she and joker commit crimes together

she and chie have to coordinate outfits, its important

actually understands metaphors, but does not understand people

like me, had no clue that creepy kid was flirting with her

she is very angry when she has meltdowns that might involve slamming doors and shouting. her parents call these ‘tantrums’ and ‘unfitting for a polite daughter’ but really thats because her meltdowns tend to be caused by arguments w her family after a long day of school and TV world traipsing

the metronome meme, except hers goes between Loudest Person in the Room to Quietest Pin Drop in the Planet. she is completely unaware of this

her atmosphere brightens when chie appears. that is not only the lesbian energy within her, but also because chie is like her Favorite Person

Cannot wear Pants. No (tho she wants to try it! but she puts them on and her soul instantly squashes)

happy flappy lesbian! watch out!

Naoto

the pouty face. all the time lskdfjlasdkf

hes really snappy sometimes and i love that for him. he and akechi should fight just to see what would happen (please read Bang Bang Shoot Shoot on AO3)

“do not touch me or my hat, thank you”

no one has ever seen him shutdown and no one ever will (except for his grandpa)(and kanji)(and rise)

probably likes certain food textures and will stand for nothing less, probably feels embarrassed about his preferences with friends

constantly jumps between ‘everybody hates me so i should act like them so they dont hate me’ to ‘i refuse to be anything but very comfortable as myself, and i dont care that im making you upset sir’

he and souji are the king and queen of subtle stims, but for unhappy reasons :(

does not make jokes. cannot joke around. understand? yes, do? no.

loose clothes are the only good clothes, but all tags and obtrusive seams will be obliterated by kanji tatsumi

not very empathetic so he probably comes off as an asshole to strangers (like when he throws away his classmates confession letters without reading them) but he tries so hard to sound comforting when his buds are struggling.

his understanding of others emotions/reactions come from his learning as a detective, which seems cold+clinical to others, especially compared to souji, whos completely unexpressive but very introverted people person

Hamuko/Minako/Kotone

big personality!! very people-oriented!! koromaru and her are buddies!! when shes having a real bad time, shes very quiet and expressions turn off

interrupts herself in the middle of conversations all the time. no one knows where shes coming from. her brains is thousands of km ahead of her body

bouncey legs, swingin arms, twirlly skirt, little somersaults! when will she stop? never!

very obvious music stims with her hands and arms! people are like “oh there she goes! happy as usual!” shes listening to minatos heavy metal playlist

switches from exhausted to excited within milliseconds. no one can predict, not even her

SEES has to ask her for context all the time cuz she’ll just continue shit from 2 weeks ago without warning

professionals will assume shes very childish bc of how chipper she is, but she is beyond mature for her age and only feels comfortable enough to have serious conversations if a person has proved themself able to handle it

collects every little thing. her room is a mess and she has to get rid of most of it every time she moves :(

hates cleaning! smells bad, feels bad hhhhhgggg

dont let mitsuru-senpai see her bedroom

gets lost in the middle of conversations with others bc shes thinking about a story connected to one(1) word that was said earlier

no sense of time and place, she just sees her friends and goes “ah, this is the right place, then” but junpei and akihiko are also lost so now theyre all screwed

Minato/Makoto/Sakuya

no talkies, no walkies

his story in the movies is him literally learning how to function around people he cares for

doesnt get jokes, expressions, body language, empathy, subtlety, metaphors, physical contact, or eye contact. aigis is probably the only person he truly understands right away

he is still nice to people because he doesnt see a reason not to be, but also he has very limited energy so only his senpai and old people get his most polite-kindnesses

cannot describe feelings for the life of him. the team wont know hes injured or sick until hes passed out

everything is too loud, time to drown it out with my loud ass music

rocking and chewing stims, ryoji is the first person to point him out for these subtle stims (not accusingly of course, just general pure curiosity and love for the uniqueness of humanity)

likes to cover his face with whatever is available, lives like a bat in a dark dry cave

will wear anything that has pockets and his blue/gray/black palette

sleepy at all times bc he never has much energy

when he was younger he probably needed a lot of support, especially after his parents died, because he wouldnt communicate like a neurotypical and would shutdown for hours in the middle of school without warning. probably missed a lot of lessons and field trips out of pure overstimulation

eating at all times. no preference, just whatevers closest

his meltdowns probalby include humming whining noises and curling up in a ball, which makes people want to touch him, but that is the LAST thing he wants. put a blanket on him! play some music! do not talk and do not expect him to speak

aigis is the only person who can touch him normally bc her hands are cold and he likes cold

never nude, feels mmmmmmmmm without clothes and probalby wears a full robe in the hotsprings

will not do things that take more than one step w/o someone else walking him thru it, which Same

#my writing #p3 #p4 #p5 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #ren #futaba #souji #hamuko #minato #vibes straight thru the sun #i sincerely hope the read more works #im so srry for grammar problems #i literally cant read rn

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ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 4 years

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16 for starker plz

I’d Choose To Fall

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: Mature (M) Word Count: 4.1k Notes: @goindownshipping, you’re always dropping prompts in the box that foster immediate ideas - I got this one up and started typing and all of the sudden several thousand words were in front of me. As always, thanks for the inspo and support. You’re the best <4. Warnings: Brief description of injury, handy j’s, NSFW stuff. Summary:

It’s not love at first sight, or even love that makes sense. The way Peter loves Tony is like a slow morning - filled with the best things and so easy.

Or - the one where Peter and Tony fall in love without noticing and spend their retired years living simply in the mountains.

50 types of kisses prompts

Stepping away from the Avenger’s after Thanos was one of the best decisions Peter ever made.

The constant worry and unknown of 5 years attempting to not only bring people back but set time straight too – it took its toll.

For a couple of months following the time-travel discovery, Peter waited impatiently for the other shoe to drop. Between himself, Tony, and Bruce, they’d been working tirelessly and now that the answer was within their grasp, it seemed a little too good to be true.

Yet, when they did the physical work to balance out the theoretical, Peter found himself losing that feeling. And when the machine was built and their hands were wrapped around the mechanisms filled with Pym particles, he knew they were going to accomplish their task. He wasn’t sure at what cost, but at least an end was near.

It took him several months to recover after wielding the gauntlet that finally put Thanos down and set the timeline back to where it needed to be. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen when he snapped his fingers, but he recognized the fact that Tony was going to do it and couldn’t let that happen. If anyone stood a chance at actually surviving, it was Peter.

Most of the energy damage was external and though his expedited healing could take care of it, the whole process was slow going and way more painful than Peter ever could have imagined.

At the beginning, Peter always felt a little surprised to blink awake from a pain induced nap to see Tony sitting by his bed. The longer Peter spent in the makeshift hospital unit they set up at Stark Tower, the more used to it he got – even Tony started to settle in, the older man’s hand finding his during the struggle or just because.

Unaccustomed to being so debilitated for so long, Peter started to get antsy a few weeks into his recovery. That was right around the time he got his feet back under him, so after a bit of begging, Peter was cleared to walk around and get minimal exercise. When Bruce gave him the go ahead, he slung his good arm through Tony’s and pulled him out of the hospital wing with him. In the 8 weeks he was confined to his bed, Tony must’ve been there at least once a day, every day. It only made sense to include him in the next step.

Peter’s intuition led him to daily walks with Tony around the tower and then later, when he was almost back to total health, jogs and long runs around the indoor track of the big gym Tony had the forethought to add during reconstruction.

Each time they got together to go through rehab and train, Peter learned something new about Tony.

For a while, they didn’t do much talking at all. Tony looked at him with a mixture of gratefulness and guilt for the first few weeks. Peter also figured Tony was trying to deal with the 5 years’ worth of work that trickled down to a singular instant. So many things happened that were hard to handle – it wasn’t surprising that everyone involved was grieving.

The better he got, though, the more Tony seemed to open up. Tony’s eyes didn’t look as haunted when they were trained in Peter’s direction, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with trust and genuine interest. Instead of being the young boy that was in way over his head, Peter got some sort of promotion in Tony’s eyes – he felt the most like a grown-up when Tony talked to him like the rest of the crew, like an adult; and sometimes, even like a friend.

Things got a little more intense when Bruce gave Peter the all clear. He didn’t have any plans for after, because he didn’t know how the entire thing was going to play out.

All of his friends and family, including May, got taken away in the snap. It was necessary to move on in the time half the planet was gone – he couldn’t go back and just act like everything was normal. He got his high school diploma and went through an online college program to have a degree. Between the times they were working on a solution, Peter was bored and needed something to fill the space. They were right where they left off, but Peter wasn’t - not even close.

Tony seemed interested in his plans after the fact, too – the man brought them up for a whole week after Peter got the good news. After what felt like the 100th time, Peter finally addressed it. “Any reason why you keep asking me? If I’m overstaying my welcome, just tell me, Tony,” Peter said, his arm still across Tony’s chest where he flung it out to stop their movement. “I have no plans – there hasn’t been any time to make any.”

A soft smile was the only thing he got in return for a while, Peter felt Tony’s chest rise and fall, the thrum of the arc reactor familiar and now more comforting than most of the other things in his life. Tony finally took a step back, Peter’s arm falling to his side.

“You haven’t overstayed anything, Pete. I’m trying to decide what I want to do and since you’re someone I care about, I wanted to know what your next move was – if I could help at all…” Tony trailed off, his right hand reaching behind his head to scratch at the back of his neck, the gesture recognizable as a nervous habit after so much time together. “I don’t think I’m going to stick around and try to save the world, anymore. Something quiet might be nice.”

Peter played those words back in his head for a while after that – Tony gave his shoulder a brief squeeze and headed back to the penthouse, his eyes clouded with thought. Without any hesitation, Peter kept going in the opposite direction, his own brain trying to process what the older man meant. A particular part of him wondered if Tony craved the same closeness that he did – the idea of a nice, simple life with Tony was one thing he actually could picture. He couldn’t pinpoint when that became a thing, but it did – the Peter Tingle hadn’t led him wrong yet, so he wasn’t going to stop listening to it now.

Convincing Tony, on the other hand, took a bit of work. The next couple of days’ worth of walks consisted of Peter talking about what a future house might look like and how a lab could easily be incorporated into the dream. Though he was the smartest man in the world, Tony didn’t pick up what he was laying down. With that in mind, Peter changed his tactic – despite showing the world such a tough exterior, Tony had a soft side; he could play into that.

“I think I’m going to step away from the superhero thing,” Peter said out of nowhere during their very next workout. Now that he was feeling a little bit better, Tony didn’t join him for weights nearly as often – the man could only do so much to keep up with the strength he was very quickly regaining. It’d been a couple of days and the smile he saw on Tony’s lips settled a little further into his core than usual. Maybe accepting the fact that Tony meant more to him than he originally thought was a world shifting thing for him – watching the older man light up felt fantastic.

“Oh? You’re not going to protect the streets of Queens, anymore?” Tony asked, his breaths heaving a bit from the chest set he just pumped out. He sat up on the bench and focused more fully on Peter.

It took him a second to pull his eyes away from the bead of sweat that dripped down the side of Tony’s face – It settled in the thickness of his goatee and disappeared. Blinking, he forced himself to look right into Tony’s eyes. “I think I’ve done enough. I got some of the strength and speed back, but my healing and trust in myself are nowhere near where they used to be. Seems like sign enough,” Peter replied easily. “I was thinking about moving out of New York completely, actually.”

He broke eye contact and moved around the bench to change the weight; his hands desperate for a distraction as the next question came out of his mouth. “Want to come with me?”

There weren’t any plans in the works, or anything like that – he hadn’t looked at houses or even decided where the hell he wanted to go; but, it felt important to make sure that Tony got the memo – that, after everything, Tony didn’t have to lose everything.

A few beats of silence passed before Tony got up from where he was sitting and stilled Peter’s hands on the bar. The heat from his touch felt molten, his palms were filled with blood from the previous exercise and a tantalizing combination of both calloused and soft. It felt good – better than good.

With a grin, Tony nodded, his sweaty hair swinging into his eyes with the movement.

“I do.”

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The simplicity of those 2 words kicked them both into gear. Since Stark Tower and the Avenger’s compound were both being used by the remaining crew, it only made sense to gather what they wanted from it and head out into their own space. When Tony pulled out a map and told him to pick where they were going, Peter closed his eyes and let the Peter Tingle pick for him. The mountains of the Pacific Northwest were as good a place as any.

With enough money to last them a few lifetimes, Peter and Tony set out for North Bend, Washington – a small house in a mountain clearing already in the works. For the months it took to have their house built, Peter got a technology repair business off the ground – running it out of their apartment was good practice for the small storefront he imagined for when Parker’s got a little bit bigger. Though Tony helped every now and again, Peter took on the brunt of the work. They were both aware of the fact that they didn’t need to bring in any income – but, it felt necessary, anyway – he wanted to take care of Tony, too.

Fine craftsmanship went into the house that was built specifically for them. Tony’s only request was a lab that he could spend countless hours in, which was the easiest thing to deliver in the form of a detached shed a few paces from the main house.

The house was 2 stories and had a big open floor plan on the bottom floor – the kitchen opened up into a large dining room and an even bigger entertainment room. There were a couple of bedrooms at the far side of the first level. A large wooden staircase led up into another large open space on the upper floor – the idea for a game room leading off their bedroom one that Peter was the most interested in during the build.

And though their relationship didn’t start in a whirlwind of passion and inability to keep away from one another, Peter found that the gradual attraction and build up to finally coming together was much nicer than the hurried encounters he found himself in before. The burn he felt for Tony started in the tips of his toes and spread like wildfire up his legs, through his core, and across his chest and arms. It settled like something long term – like a thing that when nurtured, would burn him from the inside out for as long as he fanned the flame.

They didn’t sleep together completely until their first night in the new house. Peter tasted the deliciousness of Tony’s flesh many times over – he knew that Tony’s right side just under his 4th rib was ridiculously ticklish, and when in the right mood, his lover liked to have his balls worshipped with just the tip of his tongue and the ghost of warm breath. It felt like enough until he understood the complete feeling of having Tony inside of him, filling him up not just with his cock, but with the assurance of stability and strength.

Lying beside him, sweat still cooling on their skin, Peter let his fingertips run across the soft skin on the inside of Tony’s arm. “You’re my best friend, Tony,” Peter mumbled, his skin pebbling in the cool air, the truth of his words affecting him immensely. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Not worrying about the puddle of cum lingering on the sheets below them, Tony rolled until he could pull Peter against his chest. “Good – I’m in love with you, too. This, you - it’s everything.” Tony pressed a kiss against his head and didn’t say anything further – the depth of their connection more than enough to carry the feeling and keep it lingering in the air long after the verbal admittances settled.

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Once they got everything settled in the house, Peter let himself get into a routine that fit doing what he wanted and running the small business that he’d been nurturing for more than a year now. Tony took to the retirement life easily – he spent time with Peter when he was around, and when he wasn’t, he could be found in the lab working on car restorations or random pieces of tech that usually led to some sort of adventure or war of wit and skills with whatever Tony made.

Though he wasn’t responsible for Tony or his satisfaction in life, Peter decided early on in his thing with him that doing whatever he could to keep the man happy was a top priority. The fact that Tony seemed to be flourishing in the random chaos lessened the self-induced pressure. He thought, for a brief moment, that slow wouldn’t be something for Tony after all. Being proven wrong made the tangible happiness so much more meaningful.

As any retired person did, Tony slept in until Peter roused him every morning. Early into their transition into the house, Peter put together a gym in the open part of the garage and furnished it with weights and every cardio machine he could ever want. Getting into town wasn’t a burden, but slow mornings and extra time with Tony was motivation enough.

Peter usually got up and spent a couple of hours in the gym – though he wasn’t a superhero anymore, his strength hadn’t gone anywhere. It took a little extra time to get out all of the energy that built up throughout the days that were filled with too much idling and enjoying the concept of doing nothing. Every now and again, he got the web shooters out and took a swing through the trees that surrounded their house – using his talent for nothing but enjoyment gave him the kind of rush he could cling to.

When he got back, Peter turned on the coffee pot and went about getting ready – a thing that usually consisted of rousing Tony and cleaning off the morning’s sweat. Since he set his own business hours and took appointments only, Peter went as fast or slow as the day called for.

That particular morning, Peter didn’t have anything going on, so he went about his routine slowly, enjoying every bit of it. Instead of the coffee pot, he put water on to boil and pulled out some of the good coffee beans from the panty, a couple scoops going into the French press. Sticking around until the kettle started to steam, Peter pulled it from the burner and went about making them both a cup of coffee.

Carrying them into the bedroom, Peter set both cups on the dresser before walking further into the room. His breath caught when he noticed a completely naked Tony sprawled across the mattress. The sheet must have slipped down when he starfished out, his right arm clutching Peter’s pillow tightly to his chest. The rush of affection that washed over him whenever he caught a rare glance of Tony’s vulnerability had his fingers tingling and a wide smiling slipping across his face. The ability to keep falling in love never ceased to amaze him.

He let a warm hand rest on Tony’s shoulder, the touch the first rousing stimulus. Climbing into the bed, Peter let his sweaty body press into Tony’s personal space – if his fingers on him didn’t do the trick, the muggy musk of his sweat usually did. His arm wrapped around Tony’s chest, that contact the thing that finally brought Tony around.

“Mm, you stink,” Tony mumbled, his sleepy brain ditching the pillow in his arms in order to seek out more contact with Peter. “I love sweaty, Pete.” To prove his point, he nuzzled his nose in Peter’s sweat-soaked shirt.

Peter wrinkled his nose and shifted, his head shaking a little. “You’re an animal,” Peter muttered, the words mixing into the soft kisses he placed against Tony’s cheeks, then nose, then lips. “Time to get up, sunshine. Come take a shower with me and then take me through those specs you were talking about last night.”

Tony’s eyes closed again, his lips tilting into the cutest pout. “I don’t want to get up yet, Pete,” Tony said, his voice just moments away from being completely petulant. Turning his face away from Peter, Tony let out a huff and tried to settle back into the mattress as much as he could without losing contact with sweaty skin.

Shaking his head, Peter leaned in a little more firmly, his weight pressing into Tony in a way that he knew the older man liked. His hand shifted a little until it was running a straight-line down Tony’s chest, the muscles there rippling with every new step of his descent. Fingertips danced along the skin he knew was sensitive, and when he tugged on the trail of hair leading to well-groomed pubic hair and a quickly hardening erection, he had to stop a moan from slipping from his own lips.

The overt lack of reaction from Tony drove Peter on, his hands moving with a renewed purpose. If Tony wanted to pretend to be fussy, Peter wasn’t above playing dirty to get his lover’s head out of his ass. Using his nose to run down the line of Tony’s neck, Peter mimicked the move with his hands across long sides and the width of trim hips. He neglected Tony’s cock, the length now fully hard and pulsing any time Peter got within reach of it.

His hands kept up their teasing touch until Tony’s hips started to rise, the guise of sleep totally lost. Peter bit into his lip to keep the beaming grin from slipping across his face – the sneaky routine only worked if he kept his cool. By the time he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around the pulsing erection, the tip of Tony’s cock was dripping, the wetness there making his own arousal spike.

Finally, Tony turned his head and locked eyes with Peter, his mouth open wide as small pants left his lips. Grinning, Peter leaned forward and let his lips trail over Tony’s, the older man trying to resist for about ten seconds before giving in completely. The moan leaving his chest created just enough of a gap for Peter’s tongue to slip inside the other’s mouth. A wet tangle of tongues followed.

In the heat of it all, Peter felt his hips seek out contact against Tony’s side – the warm skin tangible through the thin layer of his running shorts. They didn’t cover much of his leg, Peter’s bulge within them causing the fabric to ride up even further. Each pass of the soft, sweat absorbing material of the shorts across his cock sent a lightning bolt of want straight to his core. It wasn’t difficult to set a pace with his hand that his hips could easily keep in their desperate quest to get enough friction to chase the same pleasure.

Tony’s desperation to touch and be touched and finally cum all over the place had him grabbing at Peter’s face, their kisses frenzied and wet at that point. His fingers finally found some purchase in the hair at the side of Peter’s head – Tony’s nails digging in against his scalp adding to the overall experience. Peter picked up the pace of his hand in response, his thumb swiping across the tip to collect the dribbles of precum to ease the slide of his hand.

The collection of wetness in his own shorts had him finally breaking from the siren call of Tony’s lips – Peter panted out a couple of breaths and tried to hold himself back. The idea was to get Tony there first; his stubborn lover didn’t learn anything unless there was a practical demonstration. Peter found himself teetering over the edge, too – his intentions obviously bigger than the hand that held onto his self-control.

“Fuck, Pete – I’m going to cum,” Tony gasped out, his words thick and heavy, muddled with sleep and the heady arousal that served as prequel to the delicious pleasure of a well-built orgasm. A second later, Peter felt the cock in his hand pulse and twitch, Tony’s cum spilling out over his fist and onto the clenching muscles of the older man’s chest.

Grunting, Peter ground his hips against Tony’s side one more time before following him over the edge, a sharp “fuck!” falling from his lips. Despite himself, Peter found himself floating on that comfortable edge between too much and not enough, the pleasure plane one that felt like a syrupy haze.

Soft fingers and the uncomfortable wetness in his shorts brought him around a few minutes later, a sigh falling from his lips. “Now it’s totally time to get up,” Peter mumbled, his brain still a little addled from his orgasm. “Come shower with me.”

He shifted a little, his lips just an inch or two away from Tony’s. The older man looked at him for a second before mimicking his pout from earlier, the look almost convincing if it weren’t for the shine in his eyes. Closing the gap, Peter let his lips linger in a series of chase kisses. An unmistakable look of affection and acceptance sat on Tony’s features when they pulled away.

“Alright, alright. I’m up, I’m up,” Tony muttered with reluctance, his traitorous cheeks slipping up into a smile despite the fact that Peter knew he’d been trying to hold out. He pressed up and got another couple of kisses from Peter before he detached and got out of bed.

The lack of shame in Tony’s movements made a big grin slip across his own cheeks. Throughout his adventure with the other man, Peter learned that Tony liked his body and wasn’t afraid to show it off when the time was right. He also figured out that he liked the preening and would gladly enjoy the show.

From where he was standing, Tony watched him, the sleepiness in his eyes leaving by the second. It was a battle of glances for a couple of heartbeats before Tony was turning, his legs carrying him towards the bathroom. When he got to the door, he stopped and grabbed the edge of the frame. Looking over his shoulder, he sent Peter a wink. “I thought we were getting in the shower.”

Shaking his head, Peter got up from the bed and stripped out of his ruined shorts and wet tank top. His own confidence grew every time Tony looked at him the way he was now, with big eyes and the intention of taking in every detail. He knew, deep down, that no matter what he looked like, Tony would stare at him that way.

Their relationship wasn’t conventional and didn’t start in the way that most did, but it was true and solid, built on a foundation of understanding and a true knowledge of wants, needs, fears, and desires. Peter didn’t have to guess and could handle the whiplash that sometimes came with Tony’s array of uncontrollable thoughts. Tony knew Peter would always be there, no matter how scattered he became.

Loving and being loved by his best friend was an absolute gift.

And as he wrapped his arm around Tony’s waist and pulled him deeper into the bathroom, Peter knew for certain that leaving the Avenger’s was the best decision he’d ever made.

#goindownshipping #starker #ironspider #bobbie writes #i'd choose to fall

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some-cookie-crumbz · 4 years

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Little One Prompt 41 with Kacchako plz!

I knew what I wanted to do with this one almost immediately!!! Also, a bit more of a Bakugo-centric fic but I think it’s still a fun little read!

Also, mentioned of KiriMina in this because that ship is super cute and I wanted to.

It was all Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes’ fault, as far as he was concerned.

He’d come home from a hard day of patrolling to find the two settled in the living room with Ochako, the two women sipping on tea and chatting animatedly while Eijirou was stretched out on the ground playing with the kids, Yoichi and Tsubaki. He scowled as his wife’s attention remained on something the other woman was showing her, releasing these excitedly little coos, instead of at least acknowledging that he was home. Suddenly, a little blonde head snapped over and an excited shout of “Dada here!” filled the room. In a matter of seconds, his two-year-old daughter had darted to him, jumping from foot to foot in front of him with her little arms held up expectantly.

Despite being tired, he leaned down and picked her up. His kid was the cutest little shit in the world so who was he to deny her?

Ochako lifted her head and grinned at him brightly. “Oh, Katsuki! Come here, come here!” she said eagerly, motioning him over. He huffed slightly as he approached, carefully adjusting Tsubaki in his arms as the tot squirmed to snuggle up against him. Mina preened up at him as she turned her phone to face him, revealing what they’d been fawning over. He came face to face with a picture of little Yoichi, dressed to the nines, in a dark red shirt and little black vest. Paired with it, was a very loud and off-putting neon pink leopard printed tie and his black hair was slicked back with a headband to match it. He was all smiles, showing off his sharp teeth, and his little black and yellow eyes were gleaming excitedly.

“Doesn’t he look adorable?” Mina crooned giddily.

Katsuki had some opinions about the outfit, but opted to keep them to himself, because he had promised to try being nicer since Tsubaki was born. "Huh, it's… interesting," he trailed instead, adjusting his daughter so she was more comfortably perched in his arms.

"I can't wait to see what you two decide on putting like Baki-Boots in!" she cooed.

"Don't call my daughter by that nickname! It sounds stupid!" he barked out, eyes narrowing before he looked down at the sound of a little giggle. Big brown puppy dog eyes stared back up at him, so full of excitement and glee just over him being there. He forced himself to relax a bit, flashing her a small smile, before looking back up at his wife and friend. "And what's that mean?"

Ochako frowned slightly. "Katsuki, we talked about this in the group chat the other day! Don't you remember?" she asked. Oh, yeah, he forgot about that thing since he'd muted it. A couple weeks back, Dunce Face had spammed the chat with pictures of his kid while Tsubaki was trying to nap. The constant chime of his phone had woken her up and sent her into an absolute fit, so he’d muted the whole chat. Seeming to read his blank expression for what it was, she let out a small sigh and shook her head.

"Since the class reunion is going to be held at a fancy resort hotel in a few weeks, we all decided to go all out. And, since we're all bringing our kids and we already know the press is gonna be swarming the place, we're gonna dress them up in our colors!" Mina explained happily, bouncing a bit in his seat.

He stared for a moment, the conversation briefly popping back up in his head. He remembered Ochako telling him they'd be doing formal attire for the event - and remembered thinking that was really fucking stupid, since it wasn't like he had anything to prove to these nimrods - as well as her excitement at getting to find something for Tsubaki to wear. "Oh, that," he said simply before turning to head to the kitchen. On his way, he swiped a flowery purple sippy cup off the floor.

"You could put a little bit of enthusiasm into it, you know!" Mina called after him, sounding slightly offended.

He shrugged as he set Tsubaki down on the counter and opened the fridge door. "She had water in the sippy cup before, so you can keep using that one if you want to give her something else," Ochako called out to him. He called back a thanks while their daughter kicked her little feet happily as she waited. He pulled a water bottle out for himself, then poured some milk into her sippy cup.

Kirishima wandered in, Yoichi in his arms and a Crimson Riot themed sippy cup in one hand. "Mind if I get some of that for the little man here?" he asked with a huge grin.

"Knock yourself out," he said, setting the carton of milk down just out of Tsubaki's reach and screwing the lid back on to hers.

Her eyes lit up as she took it from him. "Tanks, Dada!" she squeaked before eagerly taking a huge swig.

Bakugo let out an amused snort as he opened his water bottle and took a sip of his own. He side-eyed the other man as he filled his own kid's cup and handed it over, both kids plopped on the counter and sipping their drinks happily. "So, whose bright idea was the matching outfit thing?" he asked.

The other grinned wide. "Yaomomo suggested it! Honestly, though, I'm kinda pumped for it!" he said excitedly. Katsuki didn't bother prompting what for since he knew the other well enough to know he'd say it anyway. "I mean, me and Yoi are going to be dressed identically, since I found a matching headband in my size. And Mina's gonna have a dress that matches the headbands, but also found some red ribbon and heels to go with her outfit! How awesome is that? We're all gonna be representing!" he beamed.

Katsuki's eyes hurt just thinking about what a loud amalgamation of mismatching colors and patterns their family was going to make for. "It'll certainly be something," he said mildly. That was a nice way to imply they'd look fucking ridiculous, right?

"Aw, thanks, dude!" Apparently he'd been too nice, or maybe Shitty Hair was just choosing to ignore the implication of his words. The other grinned at the two tots babbling at each other. "Any ideas what colors you two are gonna put Tsubaki in?"

He shrugged before reaching to pick her up, the other man following suit. "I really don't care. I mean, you can see her. She'll look adorable in whatever the heck we put her in," he scoffed. The two headed back to the front room, settling on the couch and watching the toddlers as they scooped some of their toys up to scamper around and play excitedly. They chatted mostly about workout sessions and on-the -job bullshit.

The visit, though, was the catalyst for the next three weeks of frustration.

Ochako decided to go with pink and orange for the colors on her outfit. On her days off - and even on a handful of his own - they started on the hunt to find a dress for Tsubaki. They'd found a few dresses that were close to what they were looking for, but they were never in her size. And the dresses that were in her size were never in the right colors. They’d tried going to department stores as well as actual boutiques. At the boutiques, they’d anticipated having to pay a bit more for customization, but the boutiques wouldn’t even consider taking the job in the first place. The Hero's Gala was slated for a few weeks after the class reunion, so all alteration appointments were booked solid.

Katsuki had seen how each rejection had hurt his wife. Even if he didn’t really get why it was such a big deal that they get a specific dress for Tsubaki, he could tell it meant a lot to her. “Maybe we can find something in just one of the colors, then?” she relented sadly, two weeks before the reunion. She had another store’s inventory pulled up on her phone, browsing through it while Tsubaki dozed off in her arms, little head slumped against her shoulder.

He scowled before walking over. “Was there any specific dress that you liked?” he asked while peering over the edge of her phone screen. She had another webpage pulled up, shifting though, before perking up. She scrolled down and selected one, holding it up to show him. He nodded. “Send me the link. I’ll get it figured out.”

“But this one’s out of stock in every color,” she said worriedly. Against her shoulder, their daughter whined and shifted, rubbing her little face against her before going slack again.

He settled down in the seat beside her on the couch before holding his hand out for her phone. “Like I said, I’ll figure it out. Just trust me,” he said evenly. He sent himself the link and then handed her phone back over to her. While she went and tucked Tsubaki into her crib, he sent out an email to see about setting up an appointment.

Which was how he ended up sitting in a lobby of a grand building a few days later, his daughter settled in his lap, with his phone pulled up to some animated video for babies to keep her calm. He hadn’t wanted to have to come when they did, as it cut close to her usual naptime, but it was the only time that he could get the favor applied to. She squirmed in his lap and let out a small huff, pressing one hand to his phone and pushing it away.

He scrambled to keep a grip on it, nearly fumbling it to the floor, then glared down at her. She had her arms crossed over her chest, pout complete with closed eyes in place, and turned her head to the side. “‘Ey! Who do you think you are?” he growled lowly.

She said nothing in response. Instead, she merely released another little harrump and turned her head in the other direction, little blonde pigtails bouncing with the force she did it with. He snorted a bit at the sheer audacity of this small child. He wasn’t sure where she got this level of sass from or how she managed to keep it contained inside given how small she was.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re just a lil’ brat, aren’t ya’?” he scoffed, turning off the video and stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

That seemed to set Tsubaki off as she whipped around to face him, standing with her little feet on his thighs and her hands gripping at the lapels of his jacket, hoisting herself upright so that she could look him right in the eye. “I no brat! I cute!” she declared.

He smirked at that. “Yeah, you are cute. A very cute little brat,” he drawled.

Her cheeks puffed out and flushed, looking so much like her mother whenever Katsuki teased her. “Oh, no way, Dada!” she declared back.

He threw his head back and laughed before reaching out to pull her close against him and start tickling her. “Oh, really? Do you know who you’re talking back to right now?”

She squealed and shrieked in delight. “No, Dada!” she giggled, little hands slapping at his wrists to try and make him stop.

“My, you really have grown up, haven’t you?” a new voice mused, causing him to stop and his head to snap up. He hadn’t even heard the damned door open, which was embarassing. He was supposed to be a fucking Pro Hero! He shouldn’t be getting distracted like that! "Sorry if I interrupted the conversation you two were having. I take it this is your child?"

He stood up, adjusting Tsubaki in his arms to face the older man standing a few feet from him. Even with the splotches of grey in the other's blonde hair, those green eyes were still hyper-focused on him with an acuteness that made him feel like he was being seen through. Even all these years later and settling comfortably into retired life, that same strict and authoritative aura seemed to roll off of him. If not for the weight of his daughter settled on his hip, he might mistake himself for being 15 years old and preparing for his first internship again. "Yeah, this is Tsubaki," he said, lightly bouncing her.

At being addressed, she looked from the old man to her father, before ducking her head into Katsuki’s shoulder shyly. That earned an amused smile from Jeanist. “Ah, she becomes so bashful all of a sudden,” he mused lightly.

“She’s a bit shy when it comes to new faces,” Katsuki said, flashing a small, reassuring smile at her. She peeked up at him briefly before nuzzling back down against him. He reached up and gently stroked her back before clearing his throat. “Anyway, let’s get this going. She’s got a nap to take and she gets really feisty if she gets kept up to late.”

Best Jeanist hummed and nodded, pushing open the door behind him and allowing them back. “Of course. My own children tended to get rather unruly if they were not allowed their rest at that age,” he commented. Once Bakugo was past him, he started leading him down a long corridor to a room at the end of it. “Now, this shouldn’t be a terribly long appointment. I had the chance to look over the dress in the link you sent. I will not recreate that dress perfectly, but will instead use it as a reference for what style you are looking to put your daughter in. Are there any specific other details or specifications you’ll be needing?” he asked as he opened the door and allowed Katsuki inside.

“As long as it’s the same style as the one I sent, and it’s got a pink and orange color scheme going, it should be fine. I trust you aren’t going to put my kid in something gaudy,” he scoffed. Inside the room was a small platform, a lounging couch, Jeanist’s desk, and shelves covered in various fabrics.

“Something gaudy?” he asked with a raised brow, heading over to his desk and rummaging through a drawer.

“Some morons I know are putting themselves and their kid in bright red and pink leopard print,” he said flatly.

Jeanist paused in his search to blink slowly. “That’s certainly… unique,” he trailed hesitantly as he finished pulling out the items he was looking for. He walked over with some measuring tape and a clipboard. “Now, if you can just get her to stand still long enough for me to get her measurements, this shouldn’t take too long.”

In the end, Tsubaki only ended up wandering away while trying to get her measurements taken three times. Once that was done, Jeanist drafted up a rough draft design of what he had in mind, they discussed accessories, finalized fabric and color choices, and Katsuki was out with a relatively composed toddler in his arms. Once they got home and she was settled down for her nap, he called Ochako to let her know he had gotten the dress situation figured out and it would be ready for pick up the afternoon of the event. Ochako had been stunned but tickled pink, excitedly gushing to him about how great he was.

And if that put an extra pep in his step leading up to the event? Well, that was his fucking business and no one else’s.

He had to be careful in how he proceeded that day, wanting to keep the whole ensemble a surprise from his wife. He’d taken an earlier shift so he could get off in time to pick the dress up himself and then pick Tsubaki up from the Uraraka’s. When he got home, he took a nap with her but made sure to get up in time to be alert and awake before Ochako got home. He was just finishing up in the bath when she got home.

“Oh! Look at you two, getting all nice and clean!” she giggled, reaching out to lightly pinch their daughter’s cheeks from where she sat on the counter as Katsuki toweled down her hair.

The little girl perked up and beamed at her mother. “Mama here!” she squeaked excitedly. She then looked at her father, bouncing in her seat. “Dada, Mama here!”

He snorted at her. “Yeah, Mama here. Now sit still,” he said lightly, setting aside the towel he’d been using on her hair to bundle her back up in her towel. “Can you hold her while I get dressed really fast? I’ll take her and get her ready so you can take the chance to get yourself put together.”

“Of course! But, I wouldn’t mind getting her dressed for you real fast,” she offered, scooping her up off the counter and leaning down to press kisses to her cheeks. Tsubaki squealed and giggled at the attention, little hands curling into her cotton t-shirt. He watched them from the corner of his eye as he moved past them to the bedroom, unable to resist a small smile. Ochako was just a few steps behind him as she started to get himself put together. “I’m dying to see what her dress looks like! I still can’t believe you managed to find it!” she said excitedly.

“I want you to see her once she’s all put together. Get the full effect,” he chuckled as he buttoned up his slacks. She pouted at him before he offered a small smirk, leaning over to gently rest his forehead against hers. “I can tell you that you’re going to love it, though.”

“Now you’re just making me want to see it more!” she whined, puffing up her cheeks at him. He laughed lightly as she fluttered her lashes at him. “Please, Katsuki? Just a little peek?”

“You can have all the peeks you want once she’s all decked out,” he hummed, stepping back to finish getting himself dressed. He made sure to be quick to keep her from sneaking a peek. As he finished getting his shirt and vest on, she headed to Tsubaki’s room to at least get her in a diaper for her. When he headed back out, she had their daughter in a diaper and was working on brushing her little teeth. This was no easy feat, since she had a bad tendency to try and lick the toothpaste off the brush. Once she was done, she handed her back over to him and headed off to take a shower of her own.

He set Tsubaki back on her changing table before heading over to her closet, pulling out the hanging garment bag and heading back over to the table. He got her in her little stockings first before opening the garment bag and pulling the items out. Getting her in the dress itself was easy enough, but then it was getting her to stand still so he could loop the decorative belt around her waist. The promise of Baby Shark was enough to get her to stand still and let him get that, as well as the gloves, on her. Next, he put her in the little mary janes he’d gotten her and settled her in his lap in the rocking chair. He put on the promised toddler video and set to combing through her hair, being mindful of combing through the little tangles and knots. Having her hair pulled too hard was one of the few things that could trigger her into an absolutely ferocious temper tantrum.

Just as he finished getting her hair all finished and her headband put into place, Ochako appeared in the doorway. “How are things going in-! Oh!” she gasped, eyes wide with delight as he set Tsubaki down.

The little tot immediately surged forward, giving a little twirl. “I cute Mama?” she asked happily. In the end, he and Jeanist had agreed that softer colors would be a good choice for Tsubaki. The dress itself was a peach color, as it would give the orange tint they were looking for without being too loud, with sleeves that only covered her shoulders and a skirt that reached to her knees. The skirt portion itself was poofy with several tiers of a transparent lace overlay with a flower embroidery along the very edges. Around her waist was a pastel pink belt that cinched into a bow at her left hip with four little pearl beads sewn along the edges of the little bow portion. The last two items to complete the look was a pair of opera gloves and a little headband with a camellia flower on it, both items in the same hue as the belt. He had settled the headband so that the flower would be on the right side of her head as a nice little compliment to the bow being on the left.

Ochako walked in and scooped her up, eyes glossy with happy tears. “Oh, you look absolutely adorable, sweetie!” she crooned, voice cracking a bit as she tried to keep the tears at bay. He blinked and tilted his head a bit, suddenly understanding why the dress had been so important to her, as he watched she and Tsubaki. His heart swelled at seeing the two of them in the light orange and pink hued dresses they were sporting, the colors popping on Tsubaki and seeming to highlight the parts of her that she had inherited. It wasn’t about the colors, he realized, but showing the world that they were family, that they all belonged to one another. She looked up at him, eyes still watery. “This is amazing, Katsuki.”

“Well, I called in a favor. Had to make sure we stepped out and showed up all those losers we went to school with,” he scoffed, walking over and adjusting the necklace she was wearing so the hook wasn’t visible. It was a simple heart made with pink diamonds that he’d gotten her for their first wedding anniversary. “And stiffen up that lower lip and keep the waterworks from starting. You’re gonna smear your make-up if you don’t.”

#crumbles grumbles #KacChako #my fics #Bakugo would be an incredibly Soft Dad #Still prickly to everyone else but that man will *melt* for his children and partner #You can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands

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The Copy-Cat Gang

((My first TF Fic in...well...ever. it’s mostly for my friends on discord but if you do find this i hope you enjoy!!!! also i have to point out i used the animated continuity’s terms for times because they just...sound better. thx plz no bulli))

There was something about this world - Cirrus 7 - that seemed so...deceptive to Colvus. Perfect for a faction called Decepticons, she figured. In her travels she gathered information about the whereabouts of old tech from the war from Cybertron...The Camien origin world that Colvus figured she'd never see. She didn't care which side this planet had belonged to, nor was she interested in figuring it out. From what she knew, the war was over, both sides figured out that maybe endlessly slaughtering each other wasn't the best way to come to an agreement and all of these outposts and bases were left to rot. After thinking about it for a while, Colvus began to explore these places, searching for technology that would lead to the betterment of life for Camiens and Cybertronians alike! And so here she was, looking into a deep, dark cave on the side of a mountain. The mountain itself stood out, as for about a mile all around it the forest surrounding it receded. It was as if the area surrounding it had been intentionally cleared. It seemed pretty obvious to Colvus that it was.

"Welp...let's have ourselves a look." The Camien explorer sighed before taking her first steps inside of the cavern.

At first, it was smooth going. There wasn't much of a descent to speak of, and openings in the cave ceiling provided enough light for Colvus to observe her surroundings. Various ores sticking out of the walls, scattered about in chunks, pools of liquid - some of it water, some of it not - and eventually...a large cable that led even deeper into the caves. From here, things only got darker. Colvus began to squint as the light in the room faded further and further. She tapped the side of her helm and a visor slid into position over her eyes. The room turned a faint, but clearly visible green as her visor granted her night vision. Along the wall, more technology was bolted on. Wires, tubes, panels, and dead light sources were all along the main path going downward. Along the way, she came across some corridors that led to empty rooms and dead end, the most interesting thing she found being several old hab suites, one of which looked like it had been abandoned before the base itself was. She moved deeper and deeper still into the cave system before finally reaching a large metal door. Bingo.

Stretching her digits and wings aflutter in anticipation, Colvus investigated the door itself, and the dormant panel that was beside it. "Ok...now, how to open sesame this thing?" She fiddled around with the panel for a minute or two before prying open the side and crossing a few wires. After a bit of jury rigging, Colvus managed to hotwire the door open. It'd clearly been a long while since anyone - or anything - had visited this facility, as the rusty and decrepit door opened with the horrible screech of rusting metal echoing along the walls of the cave. Colvus proceeded with caution, a small blaster pistol in her hands and her senses sharp. Though the rumors said that this planet was long since abandoned by any Autobot or Decepticon forces, she still didn't know what to expect from an old military facility. For all she knew there could be some kind of booby-traps still laying about! Or worse! Old holdouts from the war who didn't get the memo! The risk of it all sent a shiver of thrill up Colvus's frame...to her, the thrill of the unknown was pretty much what it was all about! Especially if it meant helping out the people in the end.

After about 15 or so minutes of sweeping, Colvus found no trace of traps, stragglers, or even anything interesting within the base...bummer. There were a few crates of supplies left over:. An outdated rifle, ammo and energy packs, a motion tracker, plus a ton of energon that she couldn’t take herself...there was too much for her to carry on her own. Alas, nothing TOO out of the ordinary. Beyond that, it was just a burned out, beat-to-high-hell facility. Trying not to let the bitter taste of disappointment get to her, Colvus rigged the door to the final room open, and peeked inside with a small ember of hope that there might be something of note inside.. Larger in size and much darker than the other rooms, this chamber looked like it had seen the most activity when the facility was active...and there was stuff inside. Lots of stuff. Operating tables, energon infusers, vitality monitors all over the room, and a stasis pod! Colvus checked her own vitals...she'd been exploring for over a week with no down time...maybe it was time to take a breather. The Camien Explorer surveyed the room thoroughly before attending to the stasis pod's console in the very back of the room...neat, she thought. Oddly enough, this console didn't just appear to control the pod, but the entire facility.

"I guess the doctors around here liked to be in charge..." Colvus mused to no one.

A small, holographic screen appeared on the panel, and Colvus deactivated her visor to read the text that had appeared on it. It was purple...and though it was in Cybertronian rather than Camien, Colvus could make out that it read "Start-Up?" with options "Yes" and "OF COURSE" as options...She picked "OF COURSE", feeling adventurous. The entire facility lit up, as it's generators roared to life for the first time in what must have been centuries. Light illuminated every chamber in the base, revealing the nature of the previous owners as the entire base was a deep, midnight purple and on the main terminal, a Decepticon insignia presented itself on-screen. The symbol faded and a new menu was brought up: A series of options that included "Stasis Pod Control'', “Mining Site Status”, "Field Reports", "Roster", "Projects", "Base Directory" and "Personal Logs". This terminal in particular belongs to one "Calculite." Colvus cupped her chin and pursed her lips as her curiosity compelled her to dig into the files. Whoever this Calulite guy was, he left EVERYTHING behind. Odd...It's as if he and everyone else in the base dropped whatever they were doing and left in a hurry. Whatever the reason for their disappearance, Colvus was more concerned with what data they'd left behind.

For a solid 5 hours, Colvus was engrossed in the wealth of Data left in Calculite's lab. The various mission reports left behind shined light on the nature of this facility. It was indeed a medical facility, but also a hot-spot for Decepticon experimentation. Calculite was merely the latest in a line of decepticon inventors and experimenters, all of whom had their own wild ideas as to what the key to The Decepticons' ultimate victory was. Calculite himself had two philosophies, one vague...the other blunt as all hell. The first was what Colvus found most intriguing - Dubbed "Project: COPY-CAT". The experiment sought to answer the question: what if The Decepticons had their own Optimus Prime? Or their own Ultra Magnus? Perhaps their Thunderclash? Colvus wasn't big on names for the war, but assumed that those were some of the biggest and baddest bots that the Autobots had amongst their roster...perhaps this was a Super-Soldier Program to replicate the abilities of those bots? The other Project was called "Picnic" and was - simply put - the plan to incite Antriods to attack the Autobots, consume their supplies and steal their food for the Decepticons. According to his logs, every single member of the facility - Scientific and not - shot the idea down. Colvus stifled her laughter reading it.

On that note, Colvus sifted through the Roster of the base; 15 "Active" members, 50 MIA/KIA/POW. A Majority of the list had been corrupted, but a few names stood out to her in both lists. Calculite himself, along with a bot named "Archeo-Tech", and another named "Stratosfear" and amongst the dead a bot named "Stratovarious" who was "terminated prior to recommendation." Spooky, Colvus thought. The Intrepid Triple Changer quickly skimmed through the base's directory only to find that, while there had been about 30 more floors, all but this one and 4 more had been destroyed in some kind of cataclysm. As she was about to dive into Calculite's personal logs...Colvus nearly tipped over...she'd been running on fumes for the last hour or so, and needed a recharge ASAP. Luckily, Calculite's recharge pod was still in working condition. She selected the Stasis Pod Control section of the menu, and activated it's recharge cycle.

> Please Enter Pod.

"Works for me..." Colvus almost yawned.

The Camien stumbled into the pod, folding her wings and relaxing as the pod did it's work, dropping her into stasis as it revitalized it's new occupant. She was long overdue for a power down, and had forgotten just how nice it was to be able to take a nap in relative safety. Unbeknownst to her, however, The pod was doing more than just revitalizing her. Colvus had completely misunderstood the nature of the project it seemed, and was blissfully unaware of the pod's true nature. It had taken note of her...her every feature and to some extent her thoughts as well. Down to even some of the most minute details, the stasis pod documented all of the information it could on the unsuspecting visitor. Though it’s intent was non-malicious, The Pod’s function was most certainly sinister looking...despite this, Colvus awoke from her power nap feeling better than she had in months of travel, and was set to leave the facility. Stretching her joints and wings, Colvus made ready to depart for the next locale. Although she’d gotten through a lot of the files, Colvus hadn’t been able to finish her in-depth reading before she nearly conked out. Eager to move on with her journeys, she used her data pad to copy everything in Calculite's terminal for her to show to someone else later. Maybe something in his logs would come in handy someday? From what she heard, a lot of The War’s scientists and inventors were geniuses in their craft. She just wished that enough of them were around to help fix the mess they made...With her patience for the decrepit cave expended, Colvus took her leave of the Facility and headed off for the next destination on her list...Not aware of what she had just awoken deep within the base’s hidden bowls...

--- Some Time Later ---

Utilizing the data that had been acquired from Colvus unknowingly volunteering for Project: COPYCAT, Calculite's Facility computer automatically began the process of construction. 7 Frozen Sparks - All Calculite could get his hand for a test batch - were taken from storage, all awaiting their new bodies...their prepared forms were created not by hand, but by manipulation of pure Sentio Metallico preserved from Cybertron itself. The Metallico was poured over 3 days into ever-changing molds, one for each new spark, in the likeness of Colvus. Alternate modes were pre-selected from the pod's scans of Colvus' mind and memories, and were distributed amongst these clones...

Calculite had come up with the scheme eons ago on Cybertron, initially as a means of bringing back Transformers who he believed had been taken before their time. Perfect recreations - or even improvements - on already existing Transformers, as a means of preserving and extending life. As time went on and the war began and escalated, the objective of his project had changed as a means of securing his continued usefulness to Megatron. Though he supported the Decepticon cause from afar, He initially wanted no part of the war. It took being persecuted by the remnants of Sentinel Prime's forces for him to go all in, believing that an Autobot Victory would simply cause history to repeat. In the later days of the war he came up with other schemes to buy time for COPYCAT to get off the ground. He figured that if Megatron was pleased with his idea, he could coast off of it, and let his new creations do the work while he faded into the background, maybe even disappearing. And disappear he did, as when the war was over, Calculite and his team all went to ground.

The Molded Metallico had done it's work, sparks neatly installed and inserted into pods for activation. Essentially, these initial subjects were to be treated as MTOs, only harder to produce and more...real. The next tests would have involved implanting the memories of a fallen Decepticon Soldier, but the testing never reached that phase. With the Facility running on reserve power, the Educational Program was interrupted...getting only far enough that they could read, write, fight and speak. However, this batch was not taught any of the values of Decepticonism, as Calculite assumed his first subject would ALREADY BE a decepticon...thus, this batch would be factionless, and left to wonder...and wander...

--- 3 hours after programming ---

A hiss came from the first of the 7 pods, and out of it fell a male "Camien'', fresh to life. Mid-fall, he yelped and stuck his knees out, hitting the ground on all fours in a total haze. His thoughts raced...What is this? Who am I? Where am I? What's happening? Is this real? He composed himself, and braced himself against a wall as he stood up. For a moment, the bot shivered in place, before managing to gain equilibrium and balance himself properly. He felt like he was made of a jelly for a second there, not able to muster enough strength to keep himself right before finally feeling solid enough to move on his own. He waited for a minute in place, making sure that he was really alright...this was all so new, having a body and what not...

He began to survey the room, not really knowing what else to do. It wasn't too big or too small...there was one closed door, 7 other pods...and what looked like a mirror. Though he looked over the pods as he made his way across the room, the mirror was his focus. It gave him a view of his shoulders, chest, head and...wings? His eyes were an emerald green and his body shade of blue that he quite admired...Navy? Yeah, he liked the sound of that. Having caught all his bearings, the bot turned his attention to the other pods...

Looking inside of each one as he made his way down the row, the faces of the bots - all the rest of them femmes - were identical...but their other features - wings, wheels, helms and the like - they were all different. The bot stared at the occupant of the pod that was right beside his...and on a whim decided to wake her up. What else could he do, really? He fiddled with the controls of her pod, and the sequence came to him naturally.

> Stasis Pod #0002 / Subject: "null"

> Activate Release Sequence

> Authorization: [...]

The bot paused for a minute. He knew the authorization code - it was one of his first thoughts - but now the stasis pod wanted something else. His name. His optics darted about.

His name.

> Authorization: [****] Subject 0001 "Cody"

> Authorization D[ERROR]

> Activation in Progress... Standby...

A familiar hiss came from the second pod, filling the room yet again until the hatch was all the way open. The subject didn't fall out like Cody did. He felt...Jealous. The fall kinda hurt. The occupant of the pod had a more gentle awakening, her optics fluttering awake and her armor flushed with a Dark Evergreen color. The femme rolled her joints as she stepped out of the pod slowly but steadily holding onto the side to ensure she didn't fall over. Cody watched intently, not really sure what to make of his sibling...the two made rather awkward eye contact and held it in silence for a second or two.

"Um...h-hey." Cody stammered first.

The femme gave a sheepish wave. "Hey...?" She stepped out of her pod completely and took in her surroundings like Cody did. "Where is everybody?"

Cody shrugged and looked to the door... "I don't think there IS an everybody."

"There's you, though." The femme rolled her right arm. "Got a name?"

"...Cody." Cody felt more sure about the name when he said it out loud. "You?"

The femme took a few seconds of contemplation before giving an answer. It helped that someone was there to ask her what she thought, as opposed to fumbling for an answer.

She looked up from the floor and gave her answer: "Cielo."

Cody gave a nod and a faint half smile. One down, he thought. Pointing to the next pod, he made his way past Cielo to release the next clone. "I'm gonna...start waking these folks up one at a time. Alright?"

"Folks? What are- hey, look at that!" The surprise in Cielo's voice got a small chuckle out of Cody. "How long have they been there??"

Cody didn't look up as he authorized the release of the 3rd pod's occupant. "As long as i can remember...that ain't very far back though, so don't take my word on it."

Stepping back, Cody and Cielo watched as the next pod opened...the occupant inside already appeared to be awake by the time the vapor cleared, stretching her arms out and stepping out of the pod with an energy that could only be described as jubilant. Her body didn't really change color, rather it started to shine as it went from a matte gray to a shining Roman Silver. Her eyes were Ocean Blue and full of life...even though she'd just begun to experience it.

The Silver Duplicate stretched her arms up high and tilted from side to side, grunting as her joints popped and servos rolled. She...didn't really seem to notice Cody or Cielo at all. The other two bots watched...waiting for her to notice their presence.

Jumping in place then stretching her arms out behind her, She finally took note of her siblings. "Hmm? Oh, hey! What's up?"

"You tell us, Sister..." Cielo crossed her arms and cocked a hip.

The new-formed tilted her head. "Me? Well...I'm Chiyo. Nice to meet ya!" She looked between Cody and Cielo, then turned to the other pods. "You guys got me out of there?"

"Yeah..." Cody trailed off, inching closer to the next pod. "Say...how'd you know your name so quick? Me and Cielo... I'm, uh, Cody, and that's Cielo... we needed a minute for our names..."

"Oh! I guess I just knew." To Chiyo, all of this was like water off a duck's back...not a worry to be had.

As Cody started to move for the next pod, Cielo had instead opted to head for the door...and promptly knock it down. Cody flinched hard at the sound of metal slamming on metal and the subsequent crash of the door falling onto the ground. He ran to Cielo's side and grabbed her shoulder.

"What the hell was that?!" Cody squeaked. The sudden noise spooked him quite a bit. "I'm trying to focus here!"

Without turning to face her brother Cielo walked out of the room and into the next. "I want answers for why we're in here to begin with, and i don't think anyone in that room is gonna have them."

The next room had a single pod and an assortment of medical equipment...and a lone terminal. The Pod looked as though it had been used recently...though Cielo could tell whoever had done so was long gone. Chiyo eagerly followed her sister, followed by a less enthusiastic Cody. While the Femmes observed the medical equipment, Cody took the time to fiddle with the console...noting that it had a data entry still open from it's last use.

"Project: COPYCAT."

Cody didn't turn his attention from the screen, but called out. "Hey, uh...ladies? You might wanna come see this?"

--- Solus-12, Abandoned Decepticon Outpost ---

Calculite was not a bot of superstition, but was more than willing to use said superstition to keep himself safe. At war's end, The Decepticon Scientist feared prosecution for involvement in Decepticon Experimentation, even if most of his work turned out benign in the grand scheme of the cause. He'd recently encouraged all of his staff to go their separate ways, hoping they could live their lives in relative peace now that the war was over. However, Calculite chose not to return home, rather he dedicated himself to realizing his original goal. Starting over from scratch would be a daunting task, he knew, but it would be well worth it if he could grant a second chance to some of the unfortunate sparks lost during the war...even if it wasn't all of them he still had to try.

As he began to scan the planet for mining sites, Calculite conversed with himself constantly...about what-ifs, if-onlys and what-could-have-beens...

"That's bad for your mental health you know..." He quipped.

"Of course I know...It's just..." He sighed, looking down at his feet. "...A bit hard to break the habit."

For about 2 minutes, Calculite's gaze was fixed to his feet. The floor. He missed his team. He missed Cybertron. He missed being sure in himself and his work. He missed feeling alive. It was hard for him to get out of his rut, but inspiration usually followed when he did. He could work for days at a time before spending another 2 mulling over the past. The Scientist had trapped himself in a vicious cycle in the weeks since his arrival, and even if he were aware of it, it was unlikely that he could free himself from it.

But there was someone on Solus-12 who could.

As The Ex-Decepticon proceeded with his sweep for potential mining sites, he happened upon what appeared to be what was left of a previous Cybertronian mining detail. A surprisingly intact one, he observed. Calculite hovered above the site for a moment before landing, scanning for activity amongst the equipment there...it looked as though the gear has seen frequent usage AND repair for the better part of a millenia. Checking around, Calculite found traces of Treads in the grass and mud nearby...BIG treads. They led off towards a rocky valley...

He perked up... "Cybertronian settlers?? HERE??" He transformed and immediately set off, following the tracks. "Please...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!"

Ever since he disbanded his team, Calculite had been CLAMORING for contact, or any kind. He'd been so alone and so absorbed in his work that he had all but forgotten what it was like to hold a conversation with someone other than himself. Work, mine, rest, repeat... but now there was a chance that there was another cybertronian here! Maybe even more than one! Calculite could barely contain himself, nearly crashing several times as he weaved through the valley, following the treads until they stopped beneath a stone arch, nestled deep within a canyon. From there, they turned into footsteps. Large ones. About the size of a Cybertronian in fact!

"YES!!!" Calculite ran in, uncharacteristically gung-ho and eager to meet a new face... "Hello?! Hello, is anyone there?! I found your tracks and your mining equipment! I'm Cybertronian like you!"

As he ran deeper and deeper in, he heard what sounded like footsteps!

"My name is Calculite! I'd like to-" When he turned the next corner, he was immediately greeted with a large mass. It knocked him off balance and onto his aft... he must've looked a sight to his fellow Cybertronian. "I sincerely apologize...I didn't mean...to..."

Calculite trailed off as he was met with the sight of a hulking Heavy-Frame, towering over him and looking rather...upset...The figure was Gun-Metal Black, armored to hell and back, and looked so dinged up and scarred that if they told him they'd fought in every single battle of The Great War, Calculite might have believed them. Their eyes were a fierce yellow...glowing like fire. The larger bot kneeled down toward Calculite, with a scowl that caused the comparatively small scientist to shrink further. Their eyes narrowed as they spoke.

"...LEAVE."

For a moment, Calculite was still, but as he regained his bearings he registered what the bot had said and responded weakly. "What?" He felt his spark begin to quiver.

"...Go. Away." The larger bot said, and they turned away to return to their apparently prefered solitude..

"I...I...wait...you...!" Calculite stammered and shook, not knowing how to react...

This was the worst way it could have possibly gone...the only other cybertronian on all of Solus-12 and they didn't want anything to do with him?! Why?? What had he done to deserve this, he wondered? What could he do to solve this...? He was so bereft with grief that he nearly collapsed.

"...alright...I'm...sorry to have bothered you..." The tone of Calculite's voice was...different from all the others that The Heavy Frame had encountered...he was genuinely sorry.

"...S-sorry? ...you're sorry?" The heavy frame turned around. "You...didn't do anything..."

Now dejected, Calculite protested. "Yes, I did...I disturbed your peace, thinking you needed a friend and I-"

The heavy frame cut the smaller bot off by picking him and and hoisting him under their arm. This one was different. This one could stay around. As he was lifted, Calculite was startled for certain, but knew that this bot meant him no harm. Though he wasn't thrilled about being carried like luggage...

"H-hey!" Calculite half-heartedly struggled, flailing slightly. "What are you doing??? I don't need you to...Oh, forget it..." The Scientist went limp, and simply let his bulky new friend take him into the canyon.

--- Cirrus-7, Decepticon Experimentation Facility ---

There was a lot to unpack here. Having read through all of the contents of Calculite's terminal, Cody, Cielo and Chiyo now had to come to terms with the fact that they were clones, that their template had left without even knowing she had been cloned and that there had apparently been a whole war they were just a few years short to. Cody and Cielo leaned back against the wall of the Pod Chamber, still mulling over the revelation in their heads. It wasn't the answer they were expecting for certain. Chiyo, meanwhile, was still as chipper as she was when she woke up.

Her exact wording when she found out was: "Cool!"

In the meantime, she ran off speeding through the facility to explore more of it's floors. Disappointed to discover that most had been destroyed, Chiyo reported back to her siblings to give them the bad news...though they didn't really seem all that interested.

"MAN! This place is totally wrecked...I guess that means some of us will have to share a room." The silver femme shrugged. It really was no big deal to her. She turned around and noticed that the other pods were still sealed...and no one else was in the room but Cielo and Cody.

"...Hey...you haven't woken up the others yet? What gives?" Chiyo tugged on Cody's wing.

Cody sighed. "Look, sis...you wanna tell the others here that they're clones, that's fine by me. Be my guest. I ain't lookin' to drop bombs on anyone here, so..."

Chiyo was already at the 4th pod's controls when Cody finished his sentence.

"...Ok,sure...you do you..." He muttered.

With a hiss of decompression, the next pod was unsealed. The occupant was still in her pod for a moment as color came to her chassis and light to her eyes. A dark violet, complimented by eyes glowing amber, the femme came to.

Chiyo greeted her. "Howdy! I'm Chiyo! Welcome to the world! We're clones." She said bluntly, much to the shock and protest of her siblings. "Those are Cody and Cielo. They're clones too! What's your name?"

The femme pushed herself off of Chiyo and on to her own feet. She rubbed her chin, scanning her siblings and then the rest of the room. "My name, I think, is Cerrie...thank you for waking me..." She seemed to be deep in thought. Like something was bothering her...

Cody picked himself up and took a step towards her. "You good?"

With a nod, Cerrie half-smiled. "I'm fine, thank you. Sorry for making you worry...It's nothing."

The other 3 took her at her word, not seeing a reason any of them would have secrets to keep...they had all literally been brought online, so why worry?

On a whim, Cody gestured to Cielo and Chiyo. "Alright...last 3...Pick a Pod and open 'er up. Let's get this done quick..."

Cielo scoffed. "You changed your mind quick..."

"Hey..." The lone mech raised his hands. "I said I didn't wanna drop the whole clone thing on them. I'll still let 'em loose...but, eh...Chiyo's the one who gets to do the reveal."

"I call dibs on the last one!" Chiyo raced to the end of the row and stood ready to open the pod. "Let's go in order! You go first, Cody!"

Taking his place at the 5th pod - and Cielo at the 6th - Cielo hit the release for her pod and watched as the next clone slowly woke up and became aware of herself.

The femme's chassis filled in from the top down, her body the colors of a sunset - A dark, midnight purple to fading orange. Her eyes were shining, a brilliant Neon Green, brighter than Cody's own. She looked around for just a moment...before tackling Cody to the ground on sight. Everyone watched the scene unfold as the Sunset Clone held Cody on the ground in a hug.

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR WAKING ME UP!" She beamed. "That was so kind of you to do! Can I be your friend??"

Cody struggled to pry her off, but gently responded. "We're...pretty much all already friends...All of us here are in the same boat. We're all new to...being online and stuff. That and...well..." He trailed off.

Looking around, the femme's wings began to flutter excitedly...she was a gleeful as a puppy almost. The other femmes holding back their laughter, Cerrie helped Cody and the new femme back onto their feet. Cerrie was immediately embraced in a softer, but still firm hug.

"I'm Culeen! It's so nice to meet you all!" The wonder in her optics disarmed Cerrie completely, as well as everyone else. Looking around, everyone in the room came to a silent agreement: If anyone dared to try to bring harm to Culeen, They die.

Cielo opened her pod next, and it's occupant came alive as their body flushed a dull gold and her eyes lit up red as they seemed to gaze right at - and through - Cielo and the others...she stepped out of the pod and looked around, more lost than any of the others, but was still calm. She was observing herself more than anyone else. She too was subject to a hug from Culeen, much to her surprise.

"Welcome!!" Culeen, almost radiating happiness at this point, smiled at The Gold Femme.

Cielo came to their side. "Welcome to the clown show. Over there's your ringmaster, Cody." She gestured to the rest of the group. "I'm Cielo, over there's Chiyo, that one's Cerrie and the cuddle bug here is Culeen."

Culeen unwrapped herself from her sibling and took her hands. "What's your name?"

The golden femme was silent for a moment, taking in the sudden wave of affection from her sibling and the oddity of her situation. Looking down at her grasped hands, she blinked.

"...Cinclair..." She said softly.

Culeen smiled bright and swung her hands gleefully, pulling Cinclair along with her to the other side of the room where she began to become acquainted with her fellow clones. In the meantime, Chiyo began to unseal the last pod. She noted that it had gotten a lot livelier with the addition of Cerrie, Culeen and Cinclair...the others were talking with each other, and they already seemed like they were comfortable with their newfound company. She'd only known Cody and Cielo for about an hour and the others for even less, and yet she loved them all more than life itself already. She hoped that their lastest sibling would feel the same...The pod holding the last femme opened, and the newcomer woke up with a sudden gasp. Her frame filled in a familiar red and her optics glowing with an amber hue that Chiyou had sworn she'd seen before. As they pulled themselves out of the pod, the others all turned to greet her. Culeen, of course, was first.

"ANOTHER FRIEND!!! This day is just...THE BEST!!" The Sunset Femme threw her arms up, fists balled. Every passing minute was like another birthday...

The newly activated clone caught her bearings rather quickly...taking a few more deep breaths before stepping out of her pod. "This is...new...what's the deal?"

Cody moved to the front of the small group and answered. "We're all clones. So are you. And now that we're all here..." He turned around to face his siblings. "...we need to figure out where to go from here...

--- Solus-12, Neuya's Home. ---

Still wrapping their head around the concept of having a guest within the walls of their makeshift domicile, Neuya actually found themselves rather glad that they'd taken a chance on Calculite. The Heavy frame had awkwardly introduced themselves, and brought the Scientist to their full time home: A patch work hab-suite in a cave made with parts from various destroyed Autobot and Decepticon bases. It wasn’t much, but it was what Neuya had, although Calculite didn’t seem to mind at all. Despite being one of those Decepticons - The ones who tended to hurt the planet and steal the resources that Neuya had mined to survive - the visiting mech was nothing but a humble, polite, and all around pleasant guest. Calculite was alone, and had been for quite some time… 2 millenia he’d said. The way he simply heeded Neuya’s warning with little to no resistance also made the Heavy Frame reconsider their stance towards him. Though considering that they remembered next to nothing about how to start a conversation naturally, simply scooping him up off the floor was...odd, to say the least. They hadn't met someone like him in...well...it had been a VERY long time. Something Calculite was now uncomfortably familiar with. And didn't the bot just ramble on...talking about his scientific findings about local flora, fauna, previous projects and other things that seemed to be his passion. Neuya didn't understand a whole lot of it, never having been the scientific type, but they did their best to listen regardless. At that moment, Calculite was explaining some of his last experiments before the end of the war that he'd gotten a kick out of.

"...I don't think i've ever been audibly BOO'ED for any of my work in my entire life! I knew they weren't going to go for it, but they played into it like I was a bad stand-up comic at Maccadam's!" Calculite gently chuckled as he went on. "Someone even threw a container of Energon Goodies at my head! I didn't even know we HAD those at the base! I started requesting them for my work-station after that. And everyone was in good spirits after that..."

Neuya smiled as Calculite spun his oddly merry tale. For a Scientist aligned with such brutal characters...he seemed...nice. "Sounds fun." They said, brief and gentle.

Some of the words that Calculite was saying were familiar to the larger bot...Energon Goodies. Neuya recalled enjoying those somewhat. And Maccadam’s. They used to go there before their empurata...He really was from Cybertron. To Neuya, the planet was almost nothing more than a memory, like a dream that they’d forgotten and could now only briefly and inconsistently. They hated that. Having the chance to continue helping people robbed from them, then turned into a war machine and sent off planet for who knows what purpose. Everything Calculite was saying only reminded Neuya more and more of the life they had stolen from them, and while it was no paradise it was certainly better than living in a dump like this in isolation. Calculite’s voice pulled The Heavy Frame from their internal brooding, not realizing that Neuya was in their own headspace for a time.

“Y’know...sometimes I wish that I could just go back. Not to my work with The Decepticons, but to my work in The Golden Age…” The smaller bot let out a long sigh. “Back when all that was asked me was to create and help others. Not make bioweapons or doomsday devices. I’m not built for that sort of thing!” Calculite’s demeanor shifted rapidly as he talked. “I know it’s...well, I was just telling myself earlier it’s not healthy to...dwell on the past. But now more than ever...even though the war is over...I just keep asking myself-”

“What if…” Neuya finished their thought. If there was a moment of connection between them, this was it. “Same here.”

Calculite nodded. “...You do know, don’t you…?” The more Calculite thought about it, the more he became curious about Neuya, where’d they’d come from, and how they’d ended up in the ruins of a Decepticon base… “Y-you don’t mind if i-”

A loud, obnoxious “WEE-WOO!” belted from Calculite’s arm, startling both him and Neuya as the scientist fell out of his seat, and the Heavy Frame hopped back a good couple of feet. As the duo caught their barrings, Calculite stared at his arm in what Neuya could only interpret as a mixture of disbelief, joy and mortification. They knew the signs of that last one a bit too well...Calculite stood up and - out of habit - showed Neuya the display that had appeared on his arm as if Neuya were one of his lab partners. Confused but engaged, Neuya looked on attentively.

“Th-This...How is that possible?” Calculite’s wrist display projected a series of pods and the mechanical read-outs of a young Triple-Changer. “Someone found...But...HOW?? I deactivated Project: COPY-CAT millennia ago! How did-?!” The Bot’s optics narrowed in horror. “...oh no.”

--- 1,337 years ago, Calculite’s Lab ---

“C’mon, Modem, I promise that it won’t kill you!” Calculite begged the communications officer for his cooperation.

Modem nodded firmly, arms crossed and back turned. “For the last time, Doc. I am NOT climbing into that thing. How do I know i’m not gonna end up Antroid chow???”

“Because that was a JOKE!” Calculite threw his arms up.

“That’s what they all say.” Modem lied. Nobody said that.

In a borderline tantrum, Calculite’s rotors spun-up slightly. “Oh, FINE! Be that way!” Mumbling all the way to his control console, The Huffy Scientist punched up a new string of commands.

> Activate Template Scan Upon Stasis usage.

> Warning! Scan will commence regardless of subject origin.

> Confirm

> Are You Sure?

> CONFIRM

> ...Just saying, this sounds like a bad idea…

> C O N F I R M

> ...Ok...Don’t say I didn’t warn you...Command Recognized.

--- The Skies Above Solus 12, A Very Fast Helicopter flying at Very High Speeds. ---

“I’M SUCH AN IDIOT!!!”

Calculite made a beeline for his ship at breakneck speeds, prompting Neuya to give chase. Right...Neuya. Calculite had no right to ask them for help but...this was so incredibly urgent! Some unwitting wanderer had accidentally cloned herself, and according to the alert, her doppelgangers were ONLINE! They could get hurt! Or hurt someone else! Or both! ...or neither??? Too much risk! Too many factors! There were 7 of them, and either any one of them could be EVIL! What if that one was the leader? What if any of them were outliers? Point One Percenters?! ...ok, that one was a little less likely, but even so! With all of the risk factors that were included in even one clone being out there by itself, Calculite was thrown into a full blown panic! So much could go wrong in such a little amount of time...and what about the template? What if SHE was EVIL?! Calculite was flying so fast his engines were sputtering with flames.

Neuya was just confused. To them, Calculite had barged out of his front door and took off yelling a bunch of synonyms for “Not Good.” Thankfully, their gunship mode could easily keep up with Calculite’s Helicopter form...They recognized the model. An earthling helicopter. Mil Mi-24D. Hailing from the “country” they took their ground alt. from. They could see how hard Calculite was pushing himself...just how badly did he screw up???

The scientist dove hard, piercing a large hole in the clouds below as Neuya plunged behind him. In his haste, Calculite pulled up too late and failed to stop himself from skidding on the ground. Catching his belly on something and causing him to shift back to robot mode, Calculite harshly tumbled and rolled before finally coming to a stop just in front of his ship. Neuya’s landing, just beside their companion, was far more graceful. Making sure Calculite was alright, the heavy frame hoisted up the smaller bot and looked over the ship they’d been led to...the thing was a sorry sight. Decepticon logos on the sides and tail were faded and scratched beyond nearly all recognition, and it’s once-dark purple coloring was now a mere violet-gray.

Steadying himself and getting back on track, Calculite’s hands worked like lightning, slapping in combinations and commands on his wrist’s remote controls for his slumbering ship. “Get in, Quick! I’ll have the repair drones fix it while we’re airborne!”

Neyua watched confused as the skittish bot started pulling and tugging at them in a panic. “Wh-wait...wha..?”

“Please! We have to hurry! There’s no telling what damage the clones could do unsupervised!” The aforementioned repair drones swirled around Calculite as he stumbled into the ship, manic and off balance.

The ship was in tatters both inside and out, but was in good enough condition to fly without blowing up...for the most part. The Repair Drones were working quickly enough that they could achieve take-off within 5 minutes or less, albeit with the ship still under repair. Time was of the essence however, as for all Calculite knew, The clones were on a rampage at that very second!

--- Cirrus-7, Calculite’s Lab. ---

Culeen traced the shape of a heart into the small holographic screen she was playing with, as the others bickered over what to do now. With the clones all online, Cody didn’t see any reason they should stick around, nor did Cielo. Chiyo protested, saying that the facility was home and that they could figure out what to do after settling in. Cerrie agreed to the sentiment, and suggested that they begin figuring out what to do after they’d found a steady supply of resources...Cinclair was already distracted, having become fixated on a chair she’d found and spinning in constant circles. The others knew she would go with the flow, however, and allowed her to maintain rotation. And then there was Calrim, who immediately shouted “FOLLOW ME!” and then charged out the door in vehicle mode. The roar of her engine as she came back halted the conversation among the other clones.

She skidded to a halt and assumed robot mode in front of the conversing group. “What the hell?! Where were you guys? Didn’t you hear me???” She whined.

Cody pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, sis...we’re not going anywhere until we figure out what we’re going to be doing out there. Heading out and coming up with a plan on the fly isn’t really a good idea when we don’t know what’s out there…”

“Or even where we are.” Cerrie added. “To top it all off, No matter what we end up doing, we’re not going to last long unless we can find or scavenge a steady source of engeron for ourselves...maybe some of us can go outside in shifts while the rest stay inside and come up with a plan?”

As Cody prepared his thoughts, his optics shifted around the room. “If we leave now, maybe we can find another site that’s a bit like this one...maybe one in…” He gestured his hand in a circle. “...better shape?”

“But...we came from here...so it’s pretty much home, right?” Chiyo’s face curled into a slight frown. “We can’t just leave without a second thought. I mean...I know we just got made and all but…”

Even Chiyo herself didn’t know why she was so attached to the facility. In her mind, there was sentiment in it that just couldn’t really be explained. Like...she’d been here for eons and wasn’t willing to just leave on a whim. She couldn’t, for the life of her, explain why though. The others seemed totally ambivalent to the whole ordeal, especially Cinclair, who didn’t really seem interested in anything. Chiyo began to wonder; though she didn’t wish to simply let go of the facility, she did want to know why she was so attached to it in the first place...she had only just been forged here...so...why? Cody, Cielo and Cerrie continued to debate over a plan of action among themselves, as Chiyo moved to the facility’s stairwell to grab some of the supplies on the lower floor she’d found earlier. As she did, Cinclair silently followed, having grown bored of her rotation and seeking new stimuli. Calrim gave chase as well, seeing as she couldn’t get a word in with the others. Culeen was content to continue messing with the terminal as everyone else was busy and happily pressed every random prompt that showed up on screen. In her browsing, she absent mindedly blew passed the entries about Project: COPYCAT, Calculite’s notes and the personnel records, and stumbled across what appeared to be a new entry in the database, not that she would have recognized that. The prompt read “COPYCAT Template” and on screen, an image of a strikingly familiar femme appeared on screen, so familiar that Culeen was taken aback!

With an audible gasp, she shouted! “We have another sister?!” She let out a joyous squeal that prompted the others to come to her side.

Cody, Cerrie and Cielo rushed over, to find Culeen fluttering and rocking with utter joy. A quick observation of the terminal informed them that this wasn’t a new clone...this was their template. The one who they were based off of...Colvus.

With a nod, Cody looked to his 3 present sisters and gave a relieved, maybe shocked, huff. “Well...I guess that answers that question. What we do with this info, though...well...i’ve got nothing.”

“Weird how she just bolted…” Cielo crossed her arms, squinting at her template’s image. “Maybe she had trouble after her, couldn’t stay?” Trying to piece a reason why she left, Cielo looked to Cerrie. “Got any ideas, Sis?”

Gently scooting Culeen aside, Cerrie thoroughly observed the file down to every detail. After about 2 minutes of scanning, Cerrie scrolled back up to the top of the file, and blinked. “That...that can’t be right. There must be some kind of system error.”

Before anyone could ask what was the issue, Cerrie refreshed the file, checked for corrupted data and double checked for any bugs and security breaches within the system...but the result came up the same regardless. Cerrie leaned back, looking as if she’d just been given the keys to Iacon...Cody, Cielo and Culeen leaned close to see what she’d been so blown away by: Colvus had only left 3 Solar Cycles Ago. The group all sat dumbfounded for a moment, reconsidering just what the nature of their creation had been, the intention of their template, and...pretty much everything that had occurred since their activation.

“LET’S GO FIND HER!” Culeen jumped up so quick, her after-burners sputtered. “Please??? Can we go find her, PLEASE????” She clung to Cody and shook him needily.

The Mech looked to his other siblings, who both shrugged. What else could they do? “Might as well. Beats sitting here on our hands…”

Culeen was so overjoyed that she transformed into her Sports Car mode involuntarily and nearly knocked Cielo off her feet and peeled out into the hallway. She zoomed past Chiyo, Cinclair and Calrim, all of whom had been present for her...exclamation. Chiyo and Calrim were lugging large crates, whilst Cinclair stood beside them.

“Her?” Cinclair asked, flat and monotone. “Who’s...her?”

“Our template.” Cerrie explained, “According to this data file, Colvus, as she’s called, came to this facility on a whim...She’s been hitting several abandoned sites across various planets all relating to an...apparent Civil War that we missed. What she was doing here, we can’t discern…”

Cody shrugged. “...and now, Culeen’s itching to follow her and ask her.” Moving to Cerrie’s side at the terminal, Cody began mulling in his head over the concept of a straight forward meeting, perhaps confrontational, meeting with their template. There were a lot of questions that needed answering, both before and after contact was made with Colvus. Did she have some sort of entourage? Did she have any idea that they were even online? ...and could she even be followed reliably?

As he began to confer with Cerrie and the others, Culeen remained in the doorway of the facility’s entrance looking as though she was retracing her steps, though she’d only just been created. It felt as though she could see...feel where another had been. She could see every step on their path, literally glowing from the cave’s entrance, to the medbay and back again. Like holograms, the ghost of a figure traced those same steps, mirroring every minute action of Culeen’s Template.This was the path. This was Colvus’ path, and now it was that of the clones too.

“I know the way.” Culeen spoke softly.

---- Aboard Calculite’s Research Vessel ----

Over the few hours they’d been in flight, Calculite had spilled the beans to Neuya about Project: COPYCAT. Literally EVERYTHING. Past iterations, failed features, a list of some of the bots that he had hoped to bring back, his blunder of having the Template Record pod copy anyone who used it out of spite, and most importantly...how he thought that the facility had been destroyed. When the War was looking like it was headed the way of Cirrus-7, Calculite ordered all projects within the facility be ceased, and the base itself be torched and burned...to the point where he sought to do it himself. Of course, more worried about the prospect of being captured and prosecuted than his work being discovered, Calculite detonated the failsafe explosives from orbit as his ship made it’s escape from the supposedly encroaching Autobot forces. Not only was this force non-existent, but so were the charges that were supposed to destroy the first 5 levels of the base. Now, here he sat with the constant reminder of his errors hanging over him...and soon, he feared, there would be many more reminders in the form of innocents slain.

Neuya, on the other hand, was rather confused by this fear. From what Calculite had shown them, the template of these clones wasn’t much to look at...a scrawny looking thing that could be easily broken, regardless of its number of alternate modes. In their head, the odds looked good to Neuya...they thought this to themselves to draw attention away from the fact that they were utterly terrified of the vacuum. It’s massive expanse and utter lack of ground shook them hard enough to have them prod Calculite with more questions about his project. Even in the Golden Age of Cybertron, Neuya had never put thought into the idea of going to space...let alone having ever been there. Now they struggled to keep their composure as this stranger - could Neuya really call him a friend yet? - pulled them from the only place they had remembered as home, and into the great, vast assault of color and light. Though there was beauty in it, Neuya was only reminded of their haze from when they’d first awoken on Solus-12...maybe they would adjust? If that was the case, the heavy frame hoped dearly that the adjustment would come sooner than later…

“We’re on course to be in orbit of Cirrus-7 in about 3 cycles…” Calculite sounded as if he were about to start hyperventilating. “Although...um...that might be a little hard, all things considered…”

Calculite wasn’t oblivious to just how foriegn Space Travel must have been for his larger friend. Eons alone on a remote planet without a mode of off-world transport must have been...difficult. Even with their drop-ship mode, The Scientist hazarded a guess that Neuya didn’t even realize that their alternate mode was capable of space flight...and from that began to wonder just what had made him this way? There was no way that such a Cybertronian of such strength would be left alone by the likes of the warring factions of their home world.

Before he prodded any further, Calculite held out his hand to Neuya, a gesture that confused the Heavy Frame. “I know you’re...uncomfortable because of me...and I know that I’m throwing a lot at you so fast...so if there’s anything you need from me in return, no matter what it is, I’ll do my best to help you. Ok?”

The smaller bot kept his hand out...and Neuya slowly held out their own to meet it. It didn’t completely alleviate Neuya’s fear, but it was better than nothing. They could see that Calculite was a mess, trying his hardest to keep his own composure while juggling keeping their new-found companion assured that they were alright, and planning how best to deal with his blunder. Though they’d not been around others in a very long time, Neuya still knew all too well what self-doubt and loathing looked like. If Calculite didn’t have both, they feared he soon would.

The Ship’s dashboard pulled the duo’s attention to a small blip on the radar. The sensor array had picked up a ship - ghostly in it’s sudden appearance - approaching them from the starboard side...rapidly. Their own ship wasn’t defenseless, but it would take time for them to activate it’s weapon’s suite, and by the time Calculite had begun the process, it was too late. Looming before their ship was a comparatively massive vessel, one that eclipsed their view of the stars completely. Calculite tried to maneuver out of the cruiser’s way, but found that the controls were unresponsive...not only had the ship completely gotten the jump on them, but it had managed to short out the ship’s navigation and controls as well.

Neuya growled, his instincts flaring up, but not letting themselves get carried away, while Calculite scrambled for his radio, his composure now entirely shattered. “Approaching vessel! This is Calculite of The-” He caught himself before saying Decepticon Army, Scientific division. “-Of Cirrus-7. We are on an urgent mission and mean no harm to your vessel! Why are you boarding us?!” His voice cracked in panic.

Their radio crackled alive in response as the vessel began to pull the smaller craft into one of it’s hangar bays. “We know that you are a Decepticon craft. You are being brought aboard for questioning by order of our captains. Comply, and you will be released safely.”

The voice that of a femme, and Calculite recognized the craft’s design. Camien. What a vessel of this size from Caminus - fuel starved, Calculite learned from hearsay - was doing out here was beyond him, but he’d hoped to avoid conflict at all costs. Neuya was still fierce faced and tense, knowing all too well how these kinds of encounters ended for them; Laser fire and an enegon-bath. They too were wishing for a peaceful resolution, but considered their history and prepared for the worst. Their ship made a gentle landing inside one of the cruiser’s hangar bays, wide enough to be nestled in between a complimented fighter and a dropship of equal size to their vessel. A group of 5 Camien Security officers, armed both conventionally and with their own on-board weaponry, approached briskly and with purpose. Calculite was the first to rise from his seat, but Neuya was the first one out the airlock as they positioned themselves in front of the smaller Cybertronian. Though they’d only known the scientist for a brief time, Neuya was fiercely determined to keep him out of harm’s way.

The all-femme group came to a halt just as the ship’s boarding ramp came down, 4 on each side of their slightly larger leader, Breakthrough. “All occupants, disembark immediately!” She shouted, sternly, but not harshly.

Calculite slunk down the ramp with hands raised, followed by Neuya, who stood firmly behind their smaller friend. They could see the shock from the other 4 members of the squadron. One of them, a shifty looking jet, kept a sword fully raised and pointed at the heavy frame. All of them but their commander were in awe of Neuya, standing taller than them by half their heights. The squadron lead returned Neuya’s cold stare with a stare equally frigid. In spite of Neuya’s presence overwhelming her comrades, Breakthrough remained unmoved.

She shifted her sight down to Calculite, deeming him more willing to talk than his comrade. “We thank you for your cooperation thus far, sir…” Breakthrough’s hands held firmly behind her back as she began her questioning. “We’ve been tracking your movement through this sector and have suspicion that you’re in possession of some information that we would find quite valuable.”

Confused, Calculite straightened himself. “What…? I don’t really follow. We’re looking to get to Cirrus-7 to retrieve some…” He paused. “...sensitive materials. They could end up harming others, and we’re seeking to minimize any potential damage.”

“Odd for a decepticon…” Breakthrough noted. “...We were enroute to Cirrus-7 as the last known location of an individual of High Value to our captains, and were led to believe that you were in possession of information of said individual.” The Commander held out a small hologram disk in her hand and presented it to the duo. The likeness of a young Camien appeared before them. “This is our target. She was last reported to be enroute to Cirrus-7 a few cycles ago.”

“Hey…” Neuya rumbled. “Isn’t that...the one? The...template?”

Calculite was in awe. “Indeed it is!” Pulling up his wrist projector’s image of the recently scanned “template”, Calculite crossed referenced the image with that of the commander’s, to find that their subjects were one and the same. “This is PERFECT!” He exclaimed! “Our mutual friend has stumbled across something that I don't think she fully understands!”

Breakthrough breathed a sigh of mixed relief and exasperation at the progression of her task. “That much was to be assumed when we took this job.” She muttered under her breath. “Come with us...You need to speak with our captains.”

Not waiting another moment, The Squadron followed their leader down the hangar bay and towards the bridge. Neuya and Calculite looked at one another with gentle, uneasy smiles, then followed suit. This trip had already gotten more eventful.

---- Captains’ Quarters of The Arrow of Prima ----

Serving as joint captains of The Arrow of Prima, Radius and Colvala told the Forgefire Parliament that they had set off to find more sources of energon on uninhabited planets. They fully intended to do so, but only along the way as they carried out their primary mission. About a Stellar-Cycle ago, their daughter Colvus had left Caminus without Radius or Colvala knowing to sate her wanderlust and thirst for adrenaline. Helping Caminus was not enough for their daughter...no, she had to help the whole galaxy to feel some sense of satisfaction. While her mothers were proud of her compassion, her impulsive and reckless behavior worried them so sick that they were willing to tell the Parliament half-truths in order to find her and bring her home.

Did they feel bad for roping their old friends - Carbon Team - into a galaxy spanning expedition to find more energon? Kind of. Were they thankful for their service? Most certainly! Did they feel bad for the mission being a front for finding their daughter and bringing her home safely? Not particularly, as they still did intend to fulfil that objective, but their daughter was priority. Did they feel bad for not telling Carbon Team about the mission’s true nature in the first place? Yes, but they feared that their companions would have told The Parliament of their true primary objective, which thankfully, Carbon Team swore against doing. Did they expect the team to find two total strangers with info about Colvus’ latest misadventure just floating about in space in an old clunky ship? To put it simply, No.

As Calculite spun the tale of his experiment of Cirrus-7, Radius and Colvala were filled with a whirlwind of emotion over their wayward daughter and over the bot who spoke to them now. For all intents and purposes, this could be considered his fault for not making doubly sure that his work had been buried. But they withheld their judgement for the moment, knowing that their daughter’s life mattered more than wasting their focus on a petty blame game. Calculite wrapped up his summary and had a seat on one of the chairs the duo had been offered.

“This...this was all a huge mistake, one that i intend to justify.” The scientist closed. “Will you help...No, will you allow me to help me find your daughter and rectify these mistakes of mine? I owe it to you, and to everyone that my creations might bring harm to.”

Standing up from her chair, Radius had to restrain herself from scolding their guest, knowing he was already taking responsibility and asking for aid...aid that would likely prove invaluable when searching for their child. Or rather, their children now...though she wasn’t certain of how Colvala felt, Radius was almost immediately for the opinion that if these clones were anything like their daughter, then they could be considered her siblings, and by extension...their children. This meant her kin were at risk, and this more than upset her. But this wasn’t the time to be too emotional.

Radius looked Calculite in the optics and spoke firmly. “While we do accept your help with open arms, know that your...previous affiliations leave you suspect. You will be granted access to our ship’s resources and supplies only to aid in our search.” When Radius looked to Colvala for confirmation, her Conjunx nodded in silent affirmation. Radius continued. “Carbon Team shall assign you a handler and they will accompany you through most proceedings across the ship until we reach Cirrus-7. From there, you will accompany Carbon Team to this facility of yours, and search for any trace of our Daughter and report your findings.”

Though the prospect of being shadowed was unnerving, Calculite realized that being a Decepticon - current or former - led many to be wary of him. “I understand. Thank you, Ma’am.”

Calculite stood up and was led away to be shown his new hab suite and workstation. Neuya watched as he left, and received a solemn smile from his smaller companion. That smile was an apology, Neuya had seen it somewhere on Pre-War Cybertron...but the memory was hazy at best. Without Calculite, they felt awkward sitting in the ornate room surrounded by strangers. This was the first time they’d been around this many other bots that weren’t shooting at them, and it certainly showed to the others in the room. Colvala watched as the heavy frame twiddled their digits nervously, optics darting around the room and avoiding contact with others.

She slowly tried to get their attention. “...Are you alright?” She asked. “Do you need anything, dear?”

Neuya perked up and looked at Colvala, startled. “Uhh...I...Ngh…” They winced hard and began to shake… “Sp-space...space alone…please...” There was only so much they could take in one solar cycle.

“It’s alright, you’re ok…!” Colvala reassured them. “Come, come with me...I’ll show you to your suite and give you all the space you need, dear.”

The heavy frame rocked slightly, but nodded to Colvala as she led them to a safer space, somewhere they could have the quiet they desired. As she did, Radius sent out a general communique to all members of Carbon Team: Do not aggravate or antagonize our larger guest. Signs of unidentified trauma are present, recommending all hands to provide space unless engaged by the guest. As for the Decepticon, but on Guard. We can only trust his word so far…

Breakthrough privately messaged Radius.

[BT: I’ll make sure our guest is properly settled before bringing him on the deployment. Don’t want something going wrong.]

[R: That’s for the best...Thank you, Breakthrough. Your help has been invaluable.]

[BT: Of course. We’ll find your kid yet.]

[R: By the Primes, I hope so…]

---- Cirrus-7, Just outside of Calculite’s Lab ----

Though it had taken sometime to convince them what she was seeing was real, Culeen eventually proved her visions weren’t just a fantasy. She was able to accurately retrace Colvus’ steps through the facility and even predicted where she was going next by going down the list that the database had copied from her memory during the template scan. Now the clones had a solid idea of where their template was headed, a steady stockpile of supplies to come back to, and a whole lot of time on their hands…

Culeen, traced the trail she was seeing across the sky...eventually laying eyes upon another planetoid in the distance. Cirrus-5 “There...she’s headed there…” She turned to face the rest of the group, slightly bouncing up and down with fluttering wings as she began thinking about meeting Colvus. “AAH! I’m so excited! This is gonna be such a fun trip!”

Cody crossed his arms and looked up at their destination, before looking back at their motley crew… “Alright folks...everyone got what they need? Energon? Goodies? A good read?” He joked.

Cielo rolled her neck and shook out her arms. She’d been aching to do SOMETHING since they had awoken, and was more than eager to head out and find more answers. “Ready to roll.”

Chiyo looked back at the base solemnly...it really was a shame that they were leaving in her mind. But if it meant meeting the template, then it was worth it. Adventure didn’t come calling everyday, and she wasn’t about to let that call go unanswered. “I’m ready. Let’s go for it! No day like Today!”

“We’ll likely be out for a couple of Solar-Cycles.” Cerrie’s gaze flipped between her own feet and the planetoid above for a bit. “We have about a Deca-Cycles worth of energon in all of us. If we run low, we double back here for a refuel and head back out.” She looked around at her siblings with a small grin. “As an aside, I’ll take pictures!”

Cinclair was focused on a datapad she’d nicked from the facility just before their exit. She collapsed it and clipped it to her thigh, giving a thumbs up that she was all ready. She wasn’t particularly excited for the whole jaunt, nor was she dreading it. She was just following the leader...whichever one of them it was at the moment.

And then there was Calrim, still pouting and muttering that no one wanted to follow her...she would’ve thought about finding Colvus eventually! And probably would’ve found her relatively quick. At least they were doing something though. “Ok, fine...Let’s go. But I get to think about a name for our group, ok guys?!”

Cody cocked his head slightly. “Do we...need one of those??”

“YES.” That the question was even posed set Calrim off slightly. “We do. If we’re going to be traveling in a group, making a name for ourselves...we need a cool name…”

“Ok! Let me know when you come up with one! I’d love to hear it!” Culeen’s innocent response threw Calrim off, earning her a huff from her younger sibling. “Now…” Culeen’s wings fluttered before she launched into the air and transformed. “RACE YA!”

Cielo and Chiyo were quick to take up Culeen on her challenge, not knowing just how fast their little sibling was. Calrim was quick to chase after them, with Cerrie scrambling behind them and Cinclair taking her sweet time, knowing well she wouldn’t be left behind. She looked to her siblings trailing off in the sky, and then to the planetoid they streaked off to...and then to the strange, silhouette of a ship that was approaching them from a distance away.

She blinked once. “Huh. That’s weird.” Then she took off, not worried about it THAT much. Maybe she would if it got too close. Not too much to worry about if it didn’t, she figured.

As she rejoined the group, staggered formation shifted constantly: Calrim and Cielo’s alt modes were nowhere near as fast as that of their siblings, though as Cybertronians, even outdated alts could be pushed past their limits. Even then, Culeen led the pack as her jet mode screamed across this sky, seemingly propelled by her enthusiasm. Her sheer excitement turned into a power source. Cody had to push himself to keep up and get her to slow down while the others did their best to keep pace.

As they were the furthest behind and not within ear-shot of their sibling, Cielo inched toward Calrim. “You’re awful quiet...you thinkin’ about that name?”

Calrim was silent for a moment, still brooding somewhat after her rejection as Leader by her siblings...though she was at least happy that she got to choose the name of their little posse… “Yeah...but I dunno if the others will like it…”

“Run it by me…” Cielo chuckled. “I’ll be the test audience.”

“You sure? ...It might be kinda lame…” The younger jet waivered slightly.

Undeterred, Cielo prodded. “Totally. Let’s hear it.”

With a sigh, Calrim gave way. “Ok…here goes...”

An hour later, The Copy-Cat Gang passed through a small asteroid field in-between Cirrus-7 and Cirrus-5.

#Colvus #The Copy Cat Gang #Neuya #Calculite #The Arrow of Prima #Transformers IDW #IDW 2005

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