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May 29 Dancitron Movie Stream - Quiz Show

The movie was very interesting, and completely bored Swoop, who spent the whole movie repairing a damaged plushie. Prowl realized Whirl might have had some of the same issues he’s having about deciding to go back to a job he had before the war, and talked to him about it. Rumble gave Windchill a gift for his weird grubby Insecticon baby.

ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Soundwave heads for his usual couch, unlocking the front doors remotely and settling in.* FakeProwl 8:23 pm *appears, sits down, zones out* Swoop 8:23 pm *skitters in with an armful of a recently murdered triceratops plushy* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *Still...? He wants to give Prowl a gentle shake back to reality and find out what's going on already, but... nothing. Right. So he'll just give Prowl a little extra room and watch quietly from the side while nodding to the others coming in.* Ratchet 8:25 pm *pops in* FakeProwl 8:25 pm *... scoots a little closer* Ratchet 8:25 pm *a Prowl! without a Soundwave right beside him! ....... or not well that didn't last long* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *...Well, he won't scoot away then. A small nod to let Prowl know he's fine with that.* Swoop 8:26 pm *plops down in front of the screen and lays out the bits of the former-plushy* Keheheh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm #Ratchet!! #hiiiiii Ratchet 8:26 pm *okay well there's a Swoop here too so that's fine Ratchet can sit with Swoop* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Run, Ratchet. You're about to get tackled by a huge bug.* Ratchet 8:26 pm *ANd BUG!* Heya, Buggo! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Laserbeak, er, swoops. Down to perch near Swoop.* Swoop 8:27 pm Hi bird! Hi. Look, Bird! *holds up the torn up torso of the triceratops toy* Dead! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm {{It big dead. You show Ratchet? Ratchet, see?}} Swoop 8:29 pm Uhhhh... no. Slag give! Him, keheh, kill it. Then him mad because it dead. So then it MORE dead, keheh! Me Swoop fix. *holds up a needle and thread to prove it* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm #D: #fix it! Ratchet 8:30 pm [[ this is such a good playlist omgggg ]] Heh, good. I was just gonna check and make sure you weren't fighting with Slag. FakeProwl 8:30 pm *... pings soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm *Pings back curiously?* Swoop 8:31 pm *waves the plushy corpse at zori* Bleh! Ratchet 8:31 pm *though, obviously, if the Dinobots were fighting amongst themselves they PROBABLY WOULDN'T take out their aggression on a toy representative* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *Zori promptly bursts into a loud wail.* Swoop 8:32 pm Eeeeekehehehehhehheee! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm *Laserbeak pinches Swoop. Don't be mean!* Swoop 8:32 pm :V : < Ratchet 8:32 pm Swoop! Swoop 8:32 pm <:c Ratchet 8:33 pm 😞 FakeProwl 8:33 pm @Soundwave «You expressed an interest in helping me design a visor?» Ratchet 8:33 pm [[ that is NOT WHAT I WANTED AT ALL, rabbit ]] > : [ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm *You have never SEEN him straighten up so fast. Or... actually, Prowl probably has, but not in a while.* Ratchet 8:34 pm C'mere, Bug, I've got something for you. Swoop 8:35 pm *starts his plushy repairs about as backwards as you can get, fixing an eye then the tail then a foot* *leaves the head hanging by a literal thread* *sorry not sorry* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. Interest retained. Offer still open. Did he need an 'excited' tag? No, that was probably clear. And Zori crawls up near Ratchet, emitting little electronic burbles.* Ratchet 8:36 pm *surely he'll get to it eventually* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm ((DO I SEE AN IMPACT???)) Ratchet 8:36 pm [[ IMPACT!! ]] Impact 8:36 pm IT'S MEEEE 3:D Swoop 8:36 pm *gets distracted making the plushy's torn off legs dance* Impact 8:36 pm What're we doing? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm //Orangey! Holy frag, I ain't seen ya in forever! Ya holdin' up?// \\WATCHIN' MOVIES! UH, IN LIKE... TEN. RAVAGE GOTTA GET OFF WORK FIRST.\\ Impact 8:37 pm HI GUYS! Oooh, what movie? Ratchet 8:37 pm [[ I swear at least once a day for the past week and a half i've had a moment where i'm like 'i should get back on miko....' and here it is, my 'i should get back on miko....' moment for today ]] Impact 8:38 pm ((NEMESIS 38D)) FakeProwl 8:38 pm ((dang, all these tfp folks rolling back into town)) Impact 8:38 pm ((vroom vroom driving into robot hell)) ((i missed it)) Ratchet 8:39 pm *for Zori: a slightly raggedy (but not nearly as beat up as the toy Swoop is....... repairing) felt doll of.... himself. ratchet.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm //Uh, somethin' called Quiz Show. Only I don't think we get asked nothin'.// Impact 8:39 pm Aww, it'd be fun to do a quiz thing sometime, though! Swoop 8:40 pm *starts pulling all the stuffing out of the plushy, not to help with fixing it, he just feels like making bigger piles* FakeProwl 8:40 pm @Soundwave «Hook will probably be the one to actually construct it, but I'd appreciate your assistance designing it.» Tarantulas 8:41 pm *tarantulas isn't here yet, prowl gets a ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *Zori's eye goes bright, his sadness over the dead plushie forgotten. He reaches for the Ratchet plushie with the gentlest of claws and holds it close.* *Laserbeak just cackles and toys with the spare stuffing.* Guest 8:41 pm *trots in; he is bearing a gift tonight. It is a rather large box. With holes in it* Swoop 8:41 pm ..... *sets a puff of stuffing on top of Laserbeak* :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm //Huh. Yeah, guess that'd be pretty fun. 'Cept the Boss would hafta run it cuz it ain't fair havin telepaths listenin' to answers.// Ratchet 8:42 pm *good, good. intended results achieved* Impact 8:42 pm Uh-huh! Noooo cheatin'! Ratchet 8:42 pm Cute, isn't it? Carly made it for me. She's done most of the Autobots by now, I think. Whirl 8:43 pm ((wtf why u log me out rabbit)) FakeProwl 8:43 pm *pings Tarantulas back. includes a reminder to not be visible. no way to know if Starscream's going to show up.* Impact 8:43 pm ((hello!)) Whirl 8:43 pm ((YO)) Windchill 8:44 pm (( It always logs me out.)) Tarantulas 8:44 pm *good cos that's exactly what tarantulas was gonna ask about - prowl gets an affirmative ping back* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *He'd hoped to get to build it himself - it'd been so long, and he wanted to show Prowl all he could do with them - but he understood why that might be too much at this point in time.* @Prowl: (txt): All assistance wanted given. Start: when? Windchill 8:45 pm *Appears, and stretches right in the doorway. To anyone trying to exit or enter: tough.* FakeProwl 8:45 pm @Soundwave «... It's not a high-priority matter, but... soon.» Whirl 8:45 pm *approaches the bar and sets the box on it, peering around; is the barkeep about* Tarantulas 8:45 pm *"anyone" does not include tarantulas, who will skitter through in tiny spide form in one of the corners* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *His hands twitch. Oh, he's positively -thrilled-.* *The twins wave to all the newcomers their Boss is too excited to greet right away.* ((TWO MINUTE WARNING)) ((And standard movie warning time:)) Swoop 8:46 pm *is attempting to sculpt the stuffing with next to no real effect, beyond humor value* Look it bird FakeProwl 8:47 pm @Soundwave «I'd like the visor half to—to do the thing yours does. With the screen.» @Soundwave «Would you be willing to send Hook the specs on how it works? Or is that proprietary information?» Bevel 8:48 pm *fashionably late like a boss* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm ((Okay, so it's been a few weeks since I screened this, but from what I remember I doooon't think there was really any cursing or violence or whatever? But this is based heavily on real people and events from the 50s, and in this particular case it means some of them were antisemitic assholes. They will get called on it in-movie however.)) Impact 8:49 pm What's the movie about? People on quiz shows? Swoop 8:50 pm Quiz show boring. Fight Club cooler! ... Sometimes quiz show go fight club keheheh Impact 8:50 pm They're not boring if the people are funny! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *Laserbeak cackles at the poor representation of herself and holds out a feeler, willing to make it fly.* Swoop 8:50 pm :V :> Windchill 8:51 pm *Finds a seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Yes, the barkeep is around. He pads downstairs and heads to the bar. Sorry he's late.* Bevel 8:51 pm *tosses a treat at Frenzy on her way to a seat* Impact 8:51 pm ((is the child allowed in the bar XD:: )) ((this child, i mean)) Swoop 8:52 pm That big door *covers the triceratop's button eyes and alugsh* *laughs ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm @Prowl: (txt): Will give Hook necessary information when design: finished; Hook cannot construct without. However, trade needed. *He wasn't expecting to share how his visor works. That's a safety thing. He needs reassurance.* Tarantulas 8:53 pm *prowl gets a spide poking his ped wheel! and a ping to both soundwave and prowl, and a threeway commline opens* @PST «Greetings~» FakeProwl 8:53 pm *acknowleding ping @Tarantulas* @Soundwave «What do you want?» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((Dancitron is not active as a business rn so Impact is allowed to be here, she can have snacks and regular grade but no booze obvs. And now I think I'm just about caught up, sorry)) Impact 8:55 pm ((aw yisss)) Whirl 8:55 pm *just gonna leave the box on the countertop and trot over to a table near Windchill and promptly prop his feet on it. ...the table, that is* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm @PST: (txt): Tol-ran-tor lasha. *Nods.* Windchill 8:56 pm *Stares at Whirl by way of greeting.* Whirl 8:56 pm *bobs his head* Sup? Swoop 8:56 pm Herbert Stimple Stimple ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm *Frenzy stuffs the thrown treat in his mouth with a snicker* Bevel 8:56 pm *grins* FakeProwl 8:56 pm *... tol-ran-tor lasha?* Windchill 8:57 pm *Shrugs.* Not much. I've been behaving myself, mostly. Swoop 8:57 pm What Stimple? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm [[A name.]] Swoop 8:57 pm What mean Sound weird keheh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Ravage heads over to Whirl with the standard booze.* Swoop 8:58 pm Keheh him interrupty Whirl 8:58 pm *nods--and looks to Ravage, scooping them up* @R: THERE you are. Okay, don't open that box just yet. They're live. @R: Petrorabbits, raised specifically for eating. Asked around in new Iacon, most of the folks who had alt-modes based on cyberwildlife liked em. Tarantulas 8:58 pm @PST «...W-what? Also, mind if I sneak behind you two?» Swoop 8:58 pm Peacock 😮 Colors Impact 8:58 pm *doing more people-watching than movie-watching, honestly* Swoop 8:59 pm *starts stitching up another plushy leg* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm @Prowl: (txt): Uncertain. Decided after additional construction requirements learned. Many options available. Bevel 8:59 pm *goes to get a drink* Whirl 8:59 pm ((one sec gotta refresh)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm @PST: (txt): Not minded. Windchill 8:59 pm (( GOOD LUCK )) Swoop 9:00 pm Human need air Whirl 9:00 pm ((it had frozed, we good now)) Swoop 9:00 pm Him die ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *Ravage licks his chops. Fresh prey... Whirl gets a bunt to the leg while Ravage goes to sit by his box so nobody else can have it.* {{Neheheh, him not die. Just get hot.}} Whirl 9:00 pm *well! He'll take that as a compliment* Swoop 9:01 pm Oh. That not funny like dead, keh! Talky talky talk BLEH! Keheheh! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Oh, Bevel's in search of a drink? Ravage will bap her with a paw. Gotta pay first, kid. He'll mix up whatever you want.* Whirl 9:01 pm *looks back to Chill* As for me, regrettably, the only diversions available to me are down in the city, for the most part. I haven't left any graffiti. ...yet. Swoop 9:02 pm See, Bird? Him say. Dead. Bevel 9:02 pm *can totally pay* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm {{Him looking alive to Bird.}} Windchill 9:02 pm No graffiti? Don't you have paint? FakeProwl 9:02 pm @Soundwave «Just... basic visor and mask combo. No other specific requirements.» Tarantulas 9:02 pm @PST «I - that doesn't answer my other question, Soundwave.» Whirl 9:02 pm I can get some, but it's gotta be the right time and place, y'know? Windchill 9:03 pm Hmm, I suppose. Depends on how much trouble you want to get into. Swoop 9:03 pm You Bird sneaky bot. Me Swoop say You know how to do still-look-alive dead bot. Whirl 9:03 pm They'll never catch me. ...but writing "Whirl Wuz Here" might tip them off. Windchill 9:03 pm ...It might. Swoop 9:04 pm Schmuck Tarantulas 9:04 pm (( wahh i have to refresh too, brb ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm @Prowl: (txt): Negative, Prowl wanted external-internal display function. That, not basic. Other functions wanted? Translations, scanners, other? Whirl 9:05 pm *hums a few bars of Strangers in the Night* FakeProwl 9:05 pm @Soundwave «Well. I meant. Besides that one.» @Soundwave «"Scanners"?» ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm @Tarantulas: (txt): Organic language. Similar designation sounds. Near translation... *Please hold* (txt): Gene... negative, genetic. Genetic revenge arrives. FakeProwl 9:07 pm @Soundwave «... I don't need an internal display, by the way. My HUD does that. Just external.» Tarantulas 9:08 pm @SW «...Genetic revenge arrives? What in the world do you mean to imply by THAT?» Whirl 9:09 pm Lord. What a stooge. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm @Prowl: (txt): Understood. External limit. Scanners, trackers - standard options. Audio, alternative vision, other. Bevel 9:09 pm This is going to end badly. Windchill 9:10 pm *Scratches his chin.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm //Buncha sleazy fleshies.// //Wish I'd been asked.// Whirl 9:10 pm Yeah, you said it, Shovel. *takes a sip of his Gaugebuster* Swoop 9:10 pm *starts sewing legs back onto the triceratops plushy* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm \\HEH.\\ Bevel 9:10 pm ...Shovel. Whirl 9:10 pm Pfft. Well, I dunno bout the rest of you, but I'M nobody's stooge. *tilts his head at her* ...yeah? Windchill 9:10 pm Fine. I'll be my OWN stooge. Bevel 9:10 pm Is that a nickname? Swoop 9:11 pm *shoves stuffing in the plushy's tummy* *shoves ALL the stuffing* Whirl 9:11 pm Isn't that YOUR name? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm @Tarantulas: Humorous intent. Genetic reformation conducted. Previous Cybertron, old enemies defied. Tarantulas arrives. Bevel 9:11 pm No. Whirl 9:11 pm You're enough of a stooge for everyone in this room, 'Chill. Swoop 9:11 pm *plushy is now fat with deflated limbs* Kehehehehheheeeheh Windchill 9:11 pm ...That's right, and don't forget it. Tarantulas 9:11 pm *pft, didn't get a response from prowl but he's going to skitter up behind he and sw anyhow. don't mind him* Impact 9:12 pm *gonna go sit with Zori* Whirl 9:12 pm *pauses, thinking* ...Dremel? FakeProwl 9:12 pm *... vague shrug ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm *Zori waves his claws hello and pats at her.* #hiiii! #this is Ratchet #:D Whirl 9:12 pm It's something-el. Swoop 9:12 pm Cigar Smoke :> Bevel 9:12 pm Bevel. Beh-vel. Like the edge on a sword. Impact 9:13 pm Hi, Zori! *grins at both* Hi Ratchet! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm {{Him like Kup.}} Swoop 9:13 pm Cup? Tarantulas 9:13 pm @SW «Hyeheh... A play on words, then? Hmn. Someone's given me a /nickname/?» Impact 9:13 pm Who's Kup? Whirl 9:13 pm OH YEAH. I know what a bevel is, mech. I've used one before. FakeProwl 9:13 pm *Soundwave just offered him a lot of options without explaining what any of them mean. the first time he asked for an explanation of one of them he didn't get an answer and now he's tired.* Whirl 9:13 pm Or, I should say, made one...? Before? *he's surely comicn across as a master of the technology* Bevel 9:14 pm Did you? *yep totally* Whirl 9:14 pm I mean, technically if you count a sword, then very recently. Stabbed a whole lot of folks. Windchill 9:15 pm *Whispers* Swords are lame. Whirl 9:15 pm I prefer guns, yeah. Bevel 9:15 pm Swords are awesome :| Swoop 9:15 pm Him like Rewind Impact 9:16 pm *pipes in from over by Zori* SWORDS ARE COOL! Whirl 9:16 pm But if we're talking the DISTANT past, then yeah, you usually have to bevel a lot of different parts of your average chronometer. *takes another sip* Swords... are adequate. Windchill 9:16 pm *Head whips around so fast it just about disembodies itself.* Bevel 9:16 pm Oh! You make watches. Windchill 9:16 pm *Whispers loudly.* Swords are inferior. Whirl 9:17 pm Made. Impact 9:17 pm *LOUD POUTING* Bevel 9:17 pm Swords are personal. Swoop 9:17 pm Slag and Grimlock use swords Slag let Me play with keheh Too too big Whirl 9:17 pm One thing I DO like about swords--you can impale your enemies' heads on them. it's a laugh and a half. Windchill 9:17 pm Swoop... Bevel 9:18 pm Oh. Sorry. Windchill 9:18 pm Please never say that again. Swoop 9:18 pm Why Whirl 9:18 pm *shrugs and looks to her; his expression is hard to read but he doesn't seem upset* Bevel 9:18 pm I make clocks sometimes. Windchill 9:18 pm I can't tell you. Swoop 9:18 pm Why Whirl 9:18 pm *begins to snicker at Windchill and Swoop but immediately stops, his attention ZOOPing back to Bevel* Yeah? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm @Tarantulas: Not nickname. Greeting. Whirl 9:19 pm Also--she has the right idea. Screw 'em. Bevel 9:19 pm Uh-huh. I like making things sometimes. It does not pay very well but it is really fun. Windchill 9:20 pm *Appears to be thinking.* Swoop 9:20 pm *waggles the now only half dead plush at windchill* Whirl 9:20 pm Must have a tough crowd. Business was good for me, back in the day. *takes a sip* Heh, well, maybe you should start selling to the multiverse. Now's the best time to make money, right? Windchill 9:21 pm *Waggles his eyebrows back at Swoop.* Swoop 9:21 pm *cocks head* Whirl 9:22 pm C'mooon. Screw em. Windchill 9:22 pm What you said made me laugh, that's why. *He puts a hand over his chest.* On the inside. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm //Tell 'em to frag off!// Tarantulas 9:22 pm @SW «Greeting? I suppose that works.» *he's secretly flattered* Bevel 9:22 pm I guess. Mercenary works pays really nice. Swoop 9:22 pm Me Swoop am comedian Whirl 9:22 pm Heh, I'll bet! Windchill 9:22 pm You sure are. Whirl 9:23 pm Idiot. Windchill 9:23 pm Damn. Windchill 9:24 pm His eyelashes are almost as fabulous as mine. Swoop 9:24 pm This movie boring. It lots of standing in box. Impact 9:25 pm I dunno what's happening, I stopped listening. *unconcerned about admitting this* Whirl 9:26 pm He brought this on himself, the moron. Bevel 9:26 pm Whole game stinks. Cheaters. Swoop 9:27 pm titty caca Windchill 9:27 pm *Of COURSE Swoop would repeat THAT.* Bevel 9:27 pm *stifles laugh into arm at Swoop* Swoop 9:27 pm :> Impact 9:27 pm Hee! Windchill 9:28 pm I think that was a dirty word, Swoop. More than one, even. Swoop 9:28 pm Dirty word? Windchill 9:29 pm ...Yes. Lightly soiled. Swoop 9:29 pm Soil? Windchill 9:30 pm Dirt. Swoop 9:30 pm What dirt? Kehheh! Windchill 9:30 pm Have you been to Earth? It's covered in dirt. Swoop 9:31 pm Me Swoop from Earth! Me live in cave :> Impact 9:31 pm *hollers* I live on Earth, too! Windchill 9:31 pm Then I'm sure you've seen LOTS of dirt. Oh my god, you guys. We should start a club. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm *He was waiting for something a little more specific - he can't design a vague shrug - but it doesn't seem to be coming. Maybe he wasn't clear.* @Prowl: (txt): Elaboration: "Scanner", broad category term. Not external display - narrower focus. Specific investigation needs. Sound tracking, lighting change, energy signatures, frequency locator, energon contaminants, other. Not known what most useful. Bevel 9:32 pm I go to Earth for jobs sometimes. Lots of Bots and Cons fighting over it. Windchill 9:32 pm ..Huh. Mine has been pretty quiet. Save for humanity, that is. Bevel 9:32 pm Some universes are different. *shrugs* FakeProwl 9:32 pm @Soundwave «... That's a lot of options.» *and that was a verbal vague shrug* Whirl 9:33 pm I've been to Earth once or twice. But never my own. Swoop 9:33 pm Titty caca dirt word? Windchill 9:33 pm Sure is, Swoop. Sure is. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Vent sigh. He supposes that's a no.* (txt): Noted. External only. Whirl 9:33 pm Anyway, the Stemply guy, or whatever his name is--he'll get no sympathy for me. He rolled over for them and now he gets what he earned. Swoop 9:33 pm keheh me swoop say you lying joke bot FakeProwl 9:34 pm *it wasn't a no, it was bafflement* Whirl 9:34 pm So, the moral of the story is--screw everyone. *toasts the screen* Windchill 9:34 pm You're...calling me a liar? Swoop 9:34 pm Yup Windchill 9:34 pm Wow. Usually, you'd be right. Whirl 9:34 pm Damn. Sounds like he's got your number, 'Chill. FakeProwl 9:34 pm *but the options have been revoked. he guesses that's that.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm *They can be unrevoked. He just needs to be corrected.* Windchill 9:35 pm *Shrugs.* Swoop 9:35 pm *starts moving the triceratops plushy's stuffing around to a closer approximation of what it should be* *still opts to leave the tummy rounder than really necessary, at the cost of some limp limbs* Whirl 9:36 pm Heh. FakeProwl 9:37 pm *he can't even adequately react to the list he was offered, he's not in much of a position to issue corrections* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *Then let us hope that Prowl is in a position to issue them later, when the actual work on it begins.* Swoop 9:38 pm *test hugs the triceratops* *the seams are questionable* Windchill 9:39 pm *Is more interested in watching the triceratops stuffing than the movie right now.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm //You'd think all them people woulda blabbed 'bout gettin' screwed over.// Whirl 9:39 pm Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm //Bet they ain't got their shows neither.// Bevel 9:39 pm @Soundwave - Working on weapons allowed? No murder or destroying anything promise. Whirl 9:39 pm They might have signed the NDA, though. Pfft! Windchill 9:40 pm Most people are pushovers and don't want to go through the trouble. They're conflict-avoidant. Swoop 9:40 pm ....... *realizes he might have to remove some of the tummy stuffing* :< Whirl 9:40 pm Chumps. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm @Bevel : [[Yes. No live parts.]] If there's a chance it'll fire, or do whatever it does, don't touch that part. FakeProwl 9:41 pm *something he overheard earlier has finally, slowly, registered. "Made."* Impact 9:41 pm *people-watching. better than movies!* Bevel 9:42 pm @Soundwave - 'Kay! *it barely looks like a weapon at the moment but better safe than sorry* Swoop 9:42 pm *pulls the thread a bit looser so he can fish out some stuffing with an entirely too resigned expression* FakeProwl 9:43 pm *... tentative ping @Whirl* Bevel 9:43 pm [[Gosh I love that burn so much. Whirl 9:43 pm *tossing his head back to swallow as he answers* @P: What? Windchill 9:45 pm Did you see that baby carriage. FakeProwl 9:45 pm @Whirl «Could I ask some questions. Not—not business.» Windchill 9:45 pm It was the colour of baby poop. Whirl 9:45 pm Lord. You'd know what that looked like, wouldn't you ? Windchill 9:46 pm Only from spending time around humans for so long. I have regrets. Whirl 9:46 pm *pauses just a bit; this is... unusual* P: Sure, why the hell not? Shoot, mech. Windchill 9:47 pm MY baby, *hand, meet chest again,* is nowhere near that messy. Whirl 9:47 pm Considering her parents, I find this hard to believe. Surely she at least DROOLS. Swoop 9:48 pm What a gentle Windchill 9:48 pm Yeah...but she doesn't poop. Totally different things. boomtank 9:48 pm how much did I miss?)) Whirl 9:48 pm Well, to be fair, I didn't poop when I was a protoform, either. Or, ever. boomtank 9:48 pm whoops)) Whirl 9:48 pm ((this guy's investigating a crooked game show!)) Impact 9:49 pm You'd poop if you turned into a human! Windchill 9:49 pm I don't know...what was that thing you dropped in my mouth that one time, then? boomtank 9:49 pm ah, cool)) FakeProwl 9:49 pm @Whirl «You used to make clocks. Right? Before—everything.» Whirl 9:49 pm An energon treat. And... I mean, I guess, but that's not likely to happen, Impact. I DID get turned into a bird, once. Windchill 9:49 pm *He turns again, and points his talon directly at Impact.* That's correct. Impact 9:49 pm You never know! It's happened to me! I'm ALWAYS correct! Windchill 9:49 pm Yeah. He got turned into a bird and he pooped in my mouth. Impact 9:49 pm Ew! Whirl 9:50 pm @Prowl: Yep. *pause* I can still knock em together, from time to time. *this is a huge understatement because his shelves are full of clocks* Windchill 9:50 pm *Windchill stop telling lies to little kids.* Whirl 9:50 pm Nope. I dropped a treat in your mouth. Swoop 9:50 pm Sludge have pet rock. Put here and there and all over rock. One time, Sludge sleeping. Me Swoop put pebbles all around. Him wake up and Me Swoop tell him little ones try to eat Sludge rock. Him stomp them to dust and hide rock keheheh for safe. Whirl 9:50 pm And, ugh, let's HOPE it doesn;t. FakeProwl 9:50 pm @Whirl «You didn't make them during the war. Right?» Windchill 9:50 pm *Sighs.* I like my version of the story better. Impact 9:50 pm I can help if it does! I'm a human expert! With lots of eggs! Windchill 9:51 pm *Blinks.* Tarantulas 9:51 pm *e-eggs. primus* Impact 9:51 pm Chicken eggs! Whirl 9:51 pm *he does spare a wry glance Prowl's way, briefly* @P: No. The Senate did their work well. Windchill 9:51 pm Do you eat the eggs? Impact 9:51 pm If I get turned human, yeah! Windchill 9:52 pm Wait. Whirl 9:52 pm If, in the unlikely event that I become human or any sort of actual organic creature, I'll ring you up... whoever-you-are. Impact 9:52 pm And some of them make more chickens! My name's Impact! Windchill 9:52 pm Do you have chickens? Impact 9:52 pm Yup! LOTS of chickens! LOTS OF THEM Windchill 9:52 pm Wow. Chickens are cool. Impact 9:52 pm *you just became cool despite dissing swords earlier* Yeah! Windchill 9:53 pm I like them better than geese. Geese hiss and try to kill me. Swoop 9:53 pm This movie so much words and sitting. Ugh! *goes back to massaging the stuffing around the plushy's head* Impact 9:53 pm Geese are rude! boomtank 9:53 pm -and in comes Sunstreaker, a bit...okay a lot late- Windchill 9:53 pm They also make really big poops. Impact 9:53 pm *waves at new dude* eeeeew! Windchill 9:54 pm *Nods sagely.* FakeProwl 9:54 pm @Whirl «The Senate's work didn't prevent you from being able to make them now.» boomtank 9:54 pm -half distracted wave, before sitting where he can- Swoop 9:55 pm Boat have big wing Windchill 9:56 pm Not as big as MY wing. FakeProwl 9:56 pm @Whirl «How did— When did you... What made you decide it was... was okay? To go back to—doing that again?» Whirl 9:56 pm @Prowl: Ugh, the sad, shabby things I can do NOW don't really compare, mech--and I can only do THAT because I made some modifications. ...and are you seriously comming me up to try and--and EXCUSE the Senate? @Prowl: Because if you are, then we're about to have a problem. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm *Soundwave suddenly huff-laughs. They're editing audio, like he does.* Windchill 9:58 pm Sleazy. FakeProwl 9:58 pm @Whirl «What? No. I'm not—I wasn't even talking about the Senate. The opposite. I just meant—they failed to stop you. ... Don't listen to what I'm saying, that isn't what I wanted to ask.» Whirl 9:59 pm *another sidelong, wry glance; after a moment's consideration, it seems obvious that this was an unintentional blunder on Prowl's part, rather than a calculated insult* *which is, honestly, what he expected* @Prowl: Well. Hm. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm //Oh scrap.// boomtank 10:00 pm -huffs and shakes his helm- This is not going to end well. Windchill 10:00 pm I like the pink. Bevel 10:01 pm See. It all went bad. Whirl 10:01 pm @Prowl: It wasn't until... I mean it wasn't something I thought about, on my own. I just got a--a weird message one night. Multiversal thing. But... Ha! That's why they didn't turn on the network. Windchill 10:01 pm *nods.* FakeProwl 10:01 pm @Whirl «... What kind of message?» Whirl 10:02 pm @Prowl: Someone said something about how I still made clocks, but I didn't at the time. They probably had me crossed with a different Whirl. But, you know. The idea was there. boomtank 10:04 pm ...so, this is a movie about some type of scandal, hm? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm //Some kinda rigged quiz game, winnin' money 'n scrap.// Windchill 10:05 pm I love scandals. FakeProwl 10:06 pm @Whirl «... So, you started it again because you heard that an alternate of you had started it again? Why?» Whirl 10:06 pm *tilts his head, staring down into his glass thoughtfully* @Prowl: I know your question is--it's not about the logistics. But I'm not... sure I'm in-touch enough with, you know. You KNOW I'm a wreck, that's not a secret. I don't know what to tell you, about when it felt... right. Or okay. It's not like I've stopped being bitter, so it's nothing to do with--with HEALING or any of that sentimental nonsense. boomtank 10:06 pm A rigged...quiz game? Whirl 10:06 pm Yep. For ratings. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm //Yeah. Like givin' 'em the answers 'n scrap.// Whirl 10:06 pm It's all because of the, whatsit, the medicine. Swoop 10:06 pm Milk Whirl 10:06 pm You get a sensational show, you get a lot of people watching it--which means a lot of people see your commercial. Windchill 10:06 pm The meds with the funny name. Whirl 10:07 pm That's what you should do, Bevel. *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm [][][]Geritol.[][][] boomtank 10:07 pm Ah. That would take the ratings down if the audience knew they were doing that. Whirl 10:07 pm Yeah, what he said. *gestures to Soundwave* FakeProwl 10:07 pm @Whirl «... Hmm.» Whirl 10:07 pm @Prowl: And, like I said, the idea was there. It wouldn't go away. Swoop 10:07 pm Me Swoop want energon in bottle like that one :> boomtank 10:07 pm Geritol? Windchill 10:07 pm Why like that one? Swoop 10:08 pm Different Impact 10:08 pm Uh-oh, it's my bedtime! Bevel 10:08 pm *laughs* I can be the host and the contestant. Impact 10:08 pm G'NIGHT EVERYBODY! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Aww. Seeya round, Orangey.// Whirl 10:08 pm Seeya... uh, person. Windchill 10:08 pm Good night, short stack. Impact 10:08 pm *FRANTIC WAVING AS SHE HEADS OUT* boomtank 10:08 pm Good night Whirl 10:08 pm And you'll run the commercial. Bevel 10:08 pm Yep! Whirl 10:09 pm @Prowl: My turn for a question: why do you wanna know, anyway? Bevel 10:09 pm *hadn't paid as much attention as she should have to the newbuild or she might have actually recognized her* Swoop 10:09 pm Me Swoop have sippy cup :> ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Soundwave scoots forward. Oho.* FakeProwl 10:10 pm *a moment of silence. ... whirl answered prowl's questions for free. prowl owed that much in return.* Whirl 10:11 pm Heh. The scheme is up. Bevel 10:11 pm Ha, they messed up Windchill 10:11 pm A sippy cup? Swoop 10:11 pm Sippy! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *And this is why he believes in recording e v e r y t h i n g* Windchill 10:11 pm ...May I see it? Swoop 10:12 pm *pulls his sippy cup with the last bit of his energon ration in it out of subspace* Whirl 10:12 pm Anyway... I lost my thread. If I ever get turned into a creature that poops, Windchill, you'll be the first to know. boomtank 10:12 pm -besides creeping everyone out?- Windchill 10:12 pm *Leans, squints.* Cool. Where did you get it? Swoop 10:12 pm Carly ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *The creeping out is just a side effect.* Windchill 10:13 pm *Squints at Whirl with his spare eye.* I'll hold you to that. Whirl 10:13 pm *solemn salute* Windchill 10:13 pm I don't know what Carly is. Swoop 10:13 pm Engineer :> boomtank 10:13 pm -wonderful- Windchill 10:14 pm Ohhhh. Whirl 10:14 pm Hey, are their stagehands twins? Windchill 10:14 pm I didn't catch it. Whirl 10:14 pm Rumble, Frenzy, you want in on this game show scam? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm //Not unless we're gettin' the fame 'n credits.// He snickers. Bevel 10:15 pm Twin vs. twin episode. Whirl 10:15 pm Ohh, yes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm *...He sees what's going on here.* FakeProwl 10:16 pm @Whirl «... I was offered... No, asked to become a police officer again. I've been—waiting, for circumstances to be right. To go back.» boomtank 10:16 pm -hums a bit, his version of quiet laughter- Bevel 10:17 pm Is he gonna dive? FakeProwl 10:17 pm @Whirl «The circumstances aren't right. I don't think they'll ever be back.» Swoop 10:18 pm *finishes his sippy cup, pretends to feed the plushy, laughs and drops it* Whirl 10:18 pm @Prowl: Honestly? Probably not. I mean, yeah, you can chalk this up to me being cynical and bitter but--it's the truth. None of us can go BACK. FakeProwl 10:18 pm *braces self for some snide comment about cops* Whirl 10:18 pm @Prowl: Even if everything else in the world went back, we're all too different, yeah? Whirl 10:20 pm @Prowl: That said, if you can make it work, you might as well give it a shot. I dunno how deep you've got yourself in with King Idiot--*another sidelong, wry glance; Whirl is not as subtle as he could be* But if you want something, REALLY want it--you'll have to get it yourself, somehow. Nice. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Soundwave hums. Such good work.* FakeProwl 10:22 pm @Whirl «... I don't—know if I want it. In this world. The way it is.» Whirl 10:22 pm @Prowl: Hell, I wouldn't blame you. I remember the things Starscream said to Blurr. You'd probably just be his stooge, his heavy. boomtank 10:22 pm Well. This could get messy. Windchill 10:23 pm That's hilariously pathetic. Whirl 10:23 pm Yep. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm \\...AIN'T THAT BRIBIN' GOVERNMENT? HOW COME HE AIN'T GETTIN' ARRESTED?\\ Swoop 10:23 pm When fighting start? Windchill 10:23 pm Even I can say that's pathetic, and I'm as sad and sorry as they come. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm [[There is no fighting in this, Swoop.]] Swoop 10:23 pm Boring Why You Soundwave always pick boring talky movie? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm [[Call it habit. He likes to listen.]] Tarantulas 10:25 pm *zzzzzz. sleepy spide* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Pings the spide. Need a lift home, so to speak?* Swoop 10:26 pm You Soundwave music bot. This movie not music movie. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm [[They don't make many music movies. He tries to conserve them.]] Whirl 10:27 pm ...a movie with music AND fighting. Tarantulas 10:27 pm *that is, the spide is actually asleep, and has been for some time - the ping startles him* Swoop 10:27 pm Conserve is energy word :> FakeProwl 10:27 pm @Whirl «I was always—I know you're not going to believe this. I know what you think of cops. But I was always a—a good cop. Even under Sentinel, even under Zeta. I was demoted for pointing a finger at them and telling them they were corrupt.» Windchill 10:27 pm I can think of at least one of those. boomtank 10:28 pm -oh great. politics. Sunstreaker is going to lean back and sigh- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm //Music AND fightin'. We seen that one. It was great.// Bevel 10:28 pm Which one is that? FakeProwl 10:28 pm @Whirl «You know as much as any random given Autobot about who I was during the war.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm //That one with them fighters gettin' sucked off Earth for that tournament thing.// FakeProwl 10:28 pm @Whirl «I swore that I wouldn't go back to the police unless I could be the person I was before the war.» Windchill 10:28 pm ...Mortal Kombat? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm \\THAT'S IT.\\ Windchill 10:29 pm Ohohohoho. That's a good one. FakeProwl 10:29 pm @Whirl «Is that... even possible, in this world?» Whirl 10:29 pm @Prowl: Honestly? Doesn't surprise me much. Not about them being corrupt, not about you pointing the finger, back then. Whirl 10:31 pm *he looks down at the dregs of his drink as he thinks this over; he has to consider why he's being so honest. Probably, it's because it's been too long since he spoke to someone about this. Maybe it's the booze--he'll blame the booze* @Prowl: Honestly? No. I don't think so. None of us are. Not you, not me, not Optimus. And as long as I'm being honest--I think you'd let yourself be a bad cop, if you think you needed to. Bevel 10:33 pm *grumbles at movie* FakeProwl 10:34 pm @Whirl «... I see.» Tarantulas 10:34 pm *tara will take sw up on that, a goodbye ping to soundwave and prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm *Pings him farewell - and a note suggesting Tarantulas rest well, too. Since he's falling asleep in public.* Swoop 10:35 pm Knife Windchill 10:35 pm *Busies himself by, quietly, cracking his knuckles.* Whirl 10:35 pm @Prowl: So, you either accept that things're going to be different, and you try and do what you want anyway, or you give it up. That's all you. Whirl 10:37 pm Ohh, damn. FakeProwl 10:39 pm @Whirl «I know. I know.» @Whirl «... Thank you.» Swoop 10:40 pm Them take outside. Bare knuckle. No weapon. End for good. All done, bam! Whirl 10:41 pm *leans back, stares until he has Prowl's eye, and lazily salutes him. Master of Subtlety here* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *...Now what is that about?* FakeProwl 10:41 pm *prowl's eye is aimed straight down. but he caught the claw movement from the corner of his optic.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *You know how Whirl glanced at him after the Starscream thing? Whirl's getting that now.* Whirl 10:42 pm *he doesn't react; in fact, Whirl... doesn't actually notice. Soundwave should be able to tell. He's finishing off his booze* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm *Hmm. He'll file this away for later.* Windchill 10:45 pm *Manages to look faintly amused.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm *Ah, the poor creator.* Bevel 10:46 pm Too much creator drama in all these movies :| Swoop 10:46 pm Everyone all upset at for game 😕 Boring Windchill 10:46 pm I wouldn't know. boomtank 10:46 pm -snorts and shakes his helm- Great Swoop 10:46 pm Everyone all go outside fight. Feel better after. Or dead. Keheh. Bevel 10:47 pm Heh. Windchill 10:47 pm Well, considering you're not supposed to feel anything when you're dead, I suppose that might be better to feel. Whirl 10:47 pm A good way to settle an argument. Or, to blow off steam. FakeProwl 10:47 pm *... slightly curls in* Whirl 10:47 pm ...or to have a good time. Swoop 10:47 pm Yah! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *Now he's REALLY suspicious.* @Prowl: (txt): What said, Whirl? Prowl harmed? Bevel 10:48 pm *puts the stuff she was working on away* FakeProwl 10:49 pm @Soundwave «No. Nothing. I was curious about his clocks.» Windchill 10:49 pm *Chin, meet hand.* Swoop 10:49 pm *flops backwards, wings sprawling* *clutches the plushy* FakeProwl 10:49 pm *... leans on Soundwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm *Tilts his helm to one side. That's an odd thing to curl up about. He'll chew on that a while. In the meantime, he'll lean back. If allowed, he'll wrap his arm around too. Comfort.* FakeProwl 10:50 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm //All this yakkin'. Can't he jus' fraggin' say "Yeah, I did the cheatin' thing cause I'm a lazy high caste meatbag?"// //An' how come they was all nasty at th' other human but not this one?// boomtank 10:52 pm -coughs- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm //Buncha kiss-afts.// Windchill 10:52 pm Nope, high caste folks gotta clap themselves on the back for meeting the basic minimum of decency. Whirl 10:52 pm Yeah--except--heh. This guy. This guy's you, Rumble. Windchill 10:53 pm Good. Bevel 10:53 pm That guy was good. boomtank 10:53 pm -Sunstreaker is going to say nothing to all this- FakeProwl 10:53 pm ((bless that one dude for shutting down the intellectual circlejerk)) Bevel 10:53 pm [[Best dude boomtank 10:53 pm yuuuup)) Whirl 10:53 pm ((agreed)) Windchill 10:54 pm (( Tbh. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm ((don't get too excited.)) boomtank 10:54 pm well shit)) Whirl 10:54 pm ((uh oh)) Windchill 10:55 pm (( Of course the corporations are gonna get off pfft. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm ((Of course they did. You still watch NBC, don't you? 😄 )) Bevel 10:56 pm [[Yeeeeep Windchill 10:56 pm (( No, I don't watch TV, BUT it's a no-brainer. )) boomtank 10:56 pm yep)) Swoop 10:56 pm *flaps wings tiredly, looks so very very bored* boomtank 10:57 pm Politics. That is all it is. Windchill 10:58 pm *Fakes a yawn.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm *Soundwave huffs. What a fitting song. That wasn't planned.* Swoop 10:59 pm *holds triceratops plushy over himself* Bevel 10:59 pm *so fitting Bevel might have laughed a little* Whirl 10:59 pm Is this--Devil Inside? Oh, nope. I am wrong. Swoop 11:00 pm All fixed, better ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm *Laserbeak chitters approval of Swoop's work. Well done!* FakeProwl 11:00 pm *... leans harder on soundwave* Swoop 11:01 pm Slag want it back 😶 Fly after, Bird? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm {{Yes! You give fixed toy, us flying. Race through Sonic Canyon, neheh.}} Swoop 11:02 pm YAh! Good. Me Swoop give FAST. Then flying!!! Whirl 11:02 pm *streeetches* Back to domestic bliss? *to Windchill* Swoop 11:02 pm See you at Canyon! Bye, Bird! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm {{Byeeee!}} *Not the kind of ending Prowl would like, he supposes. Soundwave gives his shoulder a quiet nudge.* @Prowl: (txt): These, humans. Their flaws, learned. Not repeated. Windchill 11:02 pm (( I get dinner and am surrounded by carnivores, one of whom almost sent y'all a message.)) Whirl 11:03 pm (9HEY CATS)) Windchill 11:03 pm Domestic bliss? ((Babs and Batdog!)) Bevel 11:03 pm *gets up to leave. waves to room in general* Windchill 11:03 pm Bye, Shovel. FakeProwl 11:03 pm @Soundwave «... Hm?» *he barely knows what the movie was about* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm //Seeya!// Whirl 11:04 pm *SNICKERS* Bye, mech. *salutes her* Windchill 11:04 pm There's nothing domestic about my //darlings,// I promise you. Whirl 11:04 pm Mm-hmm. boomtank 11:04 pm -oh, right, movie's over. Time to get going. Up he gets- Windchill 11:05 pm Making messes, making awful noises, eating the house. A pair of wild animals, that's what I've got to deal with. Luckily, I fit right in. Whirl 11:06 pm I was about to say. *snickers* Windchill 11:06 pm *Grins. He takes PRIDE in that fact.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm @Prowl: (txt): ...Disappointing movie ending. This, not--? *Concerning. If he could just reach in there and pluck out what was wrong... but no. Not thinking like that.* (txt): Stay. When others gone. Longer, if wanted, needed. Will listen. If not listen, other. \\LEAVIN', BLASTER?\\ //Oh yeah! The present for the li'l egg newbuild. Hold on.// And Rumble's racing upstairs to get it. Whirl 11:07 pm *perks up; he's eager to see this* Windchill 11:07 pm *Raises hand.* Hey, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm [[Hmm?]] Windchill 11:08 pm Is there a rule about bringing your spawn to movie night? *He's asking BEFORE he does something they all regret. Even he will play by the rules SOMETIMES..* (( I'm surrounded by furry land sharks, send help. )) Whirl 11:09 pm ((RIP IN PIECES)) Windchill 11:09 pm (( THANKS I COULD HELP BRO. )) boomtank 11:10 pm good luck, and watch your fingers)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm [[As long as they are not disruptive and do not destroy his property.]] He pauses, thinking about when he first got to the multiverse and how others seemed to treat him as a babysitting service. [[You are also responsible for their entertainment. And you will not forget them here.]] FakeProwl 11:10 pm @Soundwave «... Was it?» *tries to remember anything about the end of the movie. ... there was a trial. someone must have been wrongfully convicted and/or found not guilty* boomtank 11:10 pm -Sunstreaker is just going to head off now, since the crowd has thinned enough for that- FakeProwl 11:11 pm @Soundwave «There's not much to listen to.» Windchill 11:11 pm *Raises his brows. He'd almost be insulted that Soundwave had to include that, if he hadn't seen enough *stellar parenting* in his lifetime to know what the mech was talking about.* Understood. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *Rumble tears back downstairs waving a small data slug.* //I got it!// *Here you go. One set of five Insecticon hive songs from their timeline.* *War and feasting tunes, mostly, but you take what you can get when you're on rough terms with them.* Whirl 11:12 pm What is it? *ZOOPS at the slug* Windchill 11:14 pm *His brows lower until he looks properly confused.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm @Prowl: (txt): Will listen regardless - if asked. Still here if not. *Light squeeze.* FakeProwl 11:15 pm *... acknowledging ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm //Always hear reproductin' origin newbuilds got lullabies 'n stuff, right? So we figured, grub, egg, maybe we trade some buildin' scrap 'n get some of 'em. Kinda.// boomtank 11:18 pm thanks for the stream, later!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm ((bye!)) Windchill 11:19 pm *Squints.* You did what? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm *He sighs.* //We traded Chop Shop some slag so his whole everybody'd sing stuff for the kid.// Whirl 11:21 pm *tilts his head and his optic squints into a smile* That's... a damn sight more thoughtful than MY present. *pauses* Of course, I could always get some recordings of The Horned Wonder singing. But that'll give her nightmares. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm [[-He- wouldn't mind a recording of that.]] FakeProwl 11:22 pm *... are they talking about insecticons singing.* Windchill 11:22 pm Oh... FakeProwl 11:22 pm *just kinda. subtly. cringes into soundwave's side.* Windchill 11:23 pm *It's time to squint at Whirl for a moment: a worthy distraction from his own awkwardness.* Don't be ridiculous. My spawn is brave and BOLD. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm *Slowly pets side. You know what he hasn't sent in a long while? A game move. You know what type he's never sent? Hax. That should help until they're done.* Windchill 11:24 pm Besides, I doubt there's anything out there that manages to sound worse than her carrier. Whirl 11:25 pm YOU'VE never heard Cyclonus SINGING. And, be careful what you wish for, Soundwave. *okay in all honesty it has a certain... charm. But that probably has more to do with Cyclonus than the music* Does she talk at all, yet? FakeProwl 11:25 pm *... long delay* Windchill 11:26 pm *Shakes his head.* No, it's all gibberish. If I bring her in sometime, you can all see. Whirl 11:26 pm Hmm. Can she beep? Windchill 11:27 pm ...I haven't heard any beeps. Whirl 11:27 pm Hmmmm. *taps the underside of his helm thoughtfully* Windchill 11:27 pm *He's getting distracted from poor Rumble, whoops.* FakeProwl 11:27 pm *... sends move* *this isn't going to be the best game prowl's ever played* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm *It doesn't need to be. For one thing, he's obviously out of sorts for reasons Soundwave is still trying to piece together (but knows it has something to do with cops and clocks and is too uncomfortable to talk about). For another, personal mastery or not, it's probably the only game he'll ever have a great shot at winning.* Whirl 11:29 pm *has lapsed into Thoughts, so Windchill is free to give the twins the attention they deserve* Windchill 11:30 pm *A short lived freedom, before the Beepening happens.* FakeProwl 11:30 pm *take this chance while you can, soundwave* Whirl 11:31 pm ((SCREAMS)) ((THIS WAS MY BAND BACK IN THE DAAAAY)) Windchill 11:32 pm *He shakes his head. ANYWAY.* Wow, um. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *He will, with another move. Shorter than he'd usually play, by far, but if the point is to keep Prowl distracted until the room is clear, taking lots of time won't help.* Windchill 11:33 pm *He doesn't know what to say, give him a minute.* Whirl 11:33 pm Kind of a backhanded compliment. Pfft. ...the song, not anything anyone said. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm //Okay, cause I was sorta confused.// Whirl 11:34 pm Right? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:35 pm \\AH, PRIMUSSAKE. I'M GOIN' UPSTAIRS. AIN'T HERE FOR ALL THIS SAPPY SCRAP.\\ Whirl 11:36 pm *salutes* Seeya in a couple days, mech. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm \\LEAST BLURR GOT GOOD MUSIC. SEEYA.\\ *Rumble just snorts after his brother.* Windchill 11:36 pm *Waves absentmindedly.* Whirl 11:37 pm *watches Windchill, then swivels his helm around to Rumble* Well. You broke him. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm //Ha. Jus' goes to show how powerful I am.// Windchill 11:39 pm Pfft. You caught me off guard. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:39 pm //Maybe we oughta stick him in a box 'n send him home with REPAIR ME wrote on him.// Whirl 11:39 pm I'll make sure to beware any gifts YOU try and give me, then. Pfft. Whaddya say, Windchill? Windchill 11:40 pm You got a box big enough? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm //Naw, but we could call Astrotrain maybe.// //He's kinda boxy.// Windchill 11:40 pm You could also divide me up into multiple boxes. *Oops, that was morbid.* Whirl 11:41 pm Or... we construct. A giant dumpster. OR... we steal one. FakeProwl 11:41 pm *ping. move.* Windchill 11:41 pm ...That too. Whirl 11:41 pm I'm sure there are some around new Iacon. Big, industrial ones. Windchill 11:41 pm Perfect for hiding bodies in? Whirl 11:42 pm Hiding your body, maybe. Windchill 11:42 pm *Hand over spark.* Good enough. I'll take it. Whirl 11:43 pm *he's legit going to fly around looking for a huge dumpster now* Windchill 11:43 pm Anyway...thanks, Rumble. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Take Rumble. He'll show you where New Iacon is.* Whirl 11:43 pm *he's referring to the Cybertron he lives on. ...unless that's what you mean. Whirl has no idea they live there yet* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm //Yeah, mech. No problem. New life's new life, y'know?// Whirl 11:44 pm ((well, "lives on")) ((the cybertron in the dimension he's squatting in)) Windchill 11:44 pm ...Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm *Oh, no. He'd only be able to show Whirl THEIR Iacon. Which is mostly just a handful of bots out slowly repairing the Archives.* Whirl 11:44 pm *gotcha* *he's genuinely enjoying watching Rumble render Windchill speechless, this is priceless* All right, fellas. *leans back and streeetches, first one leg then the other* I'm out. See you guys. Windchill 11:45 pm *How dare you* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm //Catch ya later, mech.// Windchill 11:45 pm Bye, sucker. Whirl 11:46 pm *bobs his helm cordially at Rumble and Windchill both* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:46 pm *Ping to Prowl. He'll keep turning other pieces to other things over in his mind while he waits.* Windchill 11:47 pm *He's thinking.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:49 pm *And now Rumble's getting nervous.* //...Listen, ya don't gotta make nothin' big outta it or whatever. Jus' supposed to be a li'l congrats.// FakeProwl 11:50 pm *pings back* Windchill 11:50 pm Well, yeah, I mean. It's not a big slug. *He might have to be extra careful in handling with his giant meat hooks, in fact.* Windchill 11:52 pm I'll have to let my better half preview it. I doubt I'll understand anything that's on it. *He shrugs. It's not meant to be dismissive, he simply gives the carrier the final say in anything concerning the grubber.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *Rumble nods. Sure thing.* Windchill 11:55 pm I'm sure they'll both appreciate it, though. There's nobody else like them on our Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:57 pm *Huge whoosh of relief.* //Good. Uh, the 'ppreciatin'. Not the - I mean - ah, Pit. Glad to hear it ain't all wrong probably.// He scratches his helm. //I'm gonna head upstairs. Catch ya next time, huh?// Windchill 11:58 pm *He nods.* Yeah, you can't get rid of me THAT easily. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *Ping ping. Move sent.* Windchill 11:58 pm *It's about time he headed home, actually.* Yesterday Windchill 11:59 pm *That means it's time for him to get off of his giant butt, data slug safely tucked away in subspace.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am *Soundwave lifts his helm to look at Windchill. He nods his farewell.* Windchill 12:01 am Good night, suckerrrrrrs. *He'll wave at Rumble one last time.* My grub awaits. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:01 am //Night!// ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am *With that, Rumble whistles at his fellow deployers. C'mon, you lot. Leave the Boss and his last guest be.* *Soundwave beeps at Prowl and nudges his shoulder again. No more Insecticon talk, no more of whatever Whirl said, no other people.* FakeProwl 12:03 am *pings back* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am (txt): Talk wanted? Other? FakeProwl 12:06 am ... There's not much to talk about. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:11 am (txt): Prowl certain? Many days spent within self. ... If 'nothing' request still active, apology given. Agreement break unintended. *Temporarily disengages to rearrange himself up against one corner of the seat with legs stretched the long way. Beckons with a finger. Come here. Uncurl and rest.* FakeProwl 12:13 am *doesn't really uncurl. but relocates to lean against Soundwave in his new position* ... Starscream offered me an additional job duty. I've been weighing the pros and cons of accepting it. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am *That's fine too. He'll get both arms around as best he can and rest his chin on the nearest available frame spot.* *Oh. OH. Cops and clocks. Now he sees. Things that people want to do but haven't been connected to in ages.* (txt): Enforcer work? FakeProwl 12:17 am *long silence* ... Doesn't matter. I'm turning down the offer. Or—refusing the appointment. I don't know whether Starscream was offering it or assigning it. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:18 am *So much for resting his chin. He lifts it up again, surprised.* (txt): Why? FakeProwl 12:19 am Doesn't matter. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:21 am (txt): Negative. Reason matters. Position wanted all time Prowl known. *A pause. Granted, he'd only known this Prowl for one or two years, but still.* (txt): What changed? FakeProwl 12:22 am Doesn't matter. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:24 am (txt): Disagreed. *Quiet vent. Equally quiet nuzzle while he thinks.* (txt): What position: alternative, if enforcer status refused? FakeProwl 12:24 am No "alternative." It was an additional duty, not a replacement duty. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:28 am *Yes, right. Of course. He'd said that. He'd just be an enforcer on top of the other work. The work he'd gone to prison and spent all this time to plan. The political and social scheming and string-pulling. Like they both were used to doing during the war.* *...Oh.* *Damn his curiosity, but he has to ask.* (txt): ...What expected, if -original- duty refused? FakeProwl 12:29 am ... Original duty? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:30 am (txt): Imprisonment reason. Original intent. FakeProwl 12:30 am ... Nothing's expected. I'm not refusing my original duty. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:32 am (txt): Hypothetical question. Situation interpretation requirement. FakeProwl 12:33 am I tend to try to avoid spending my time and RAM calculating the outcomes of scenarios that I'm not entertaining as possibilities. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:42 am *Stubborn, stubborn. A good thing most times. This time, vaguely frustrating.* (txt): ...Not certain refusal: necessary. Not Soundwave's choice. If discussion: unwanted, this: respected. However, audial offered if mind changed, vent wanted, understanding needed, combination. Not minded. FakeProwl 12:44 am Refusal isn't "necessary." But it's correct. There's nothing about it worth discussing. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:53 am *He doesn't know how to word what he wants to say. It's going to be a little awkward. Please bear with him, Prowl.* (txt): Soundwave... sorry. Prowl wanted ideal self-future. This, own want. Loss not - loss-- *He can't figure it out. He mimes snapping something with his hands instead.* (txt): Request: Retain. If Prowl -certain- not possible now, perhaps future still available. This, not - not lost city. Can hold within self. Should hold. Keep during original work. Best. FakeProwl 12:55 am *prowl's hands curl shut* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:56 am *Oh no. What did he do. He wasn't trying to advise like the time with the Constructicons; it was just-- he just. Doesn't want Prowl to let go of it altogether. The world is cold enough.* FakeProwl 12:57 am ... I should—probably go home. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:02 am (txt): ...Not intending - not trying... *Never mind. He's going to make it worse. Like he did then. He doesn't know what he's done wrong but he's broken -something- and if he doesn't just stop he might well ruin it.* *He reluctantly lets go, not that the avatar needs him to do that. It can just flicker out whenever it wants. He knows that. Call it a sign of acceptance.* FakeProwl 1:03 am ... You didn't do anything wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:04 am *Gonna have trouble believing that, but he will try. Prowl's not supposed to lie, after all.* *Small nod.* (txt): Rest. FakeProwl 1:05 am *in a very convoluted way, he's not lying.* *small nod. he'll try.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:11 am *Soundwave watches it flicker out, then rolls onto his front to try to get some recharge of his own. He won't succeed. Too busy replaying the conversation over and over in his head, and then too busy being angry at Starscream for locking Prowl away so that even if the conversation -had- gone better the moment Prowl felt safe and calm and tired enough to recharge his avatar would just wink out and leave them with the same outcome either way.*

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water park - sincerely three x reader smut (and like 1,000 words of fluff)

request: okay but like sincerely three and reader having a waterpark day and she does something like pull connor into and he just gets pissed™ and pushes them against one of the jets and keeps teases them and keeps saying "you're in for it when we get home" and jared and evan help and then they keep teasing her on the slides and in the water play thing and when home kinky shit ensures plz plz write this i'll give u houseplants and cuddles

OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS FUN IG oh,, tags @spicy-nug-boi

Word count; 3455

TW; fem reader (IM SORRY I ALWAYS FEEL AWFUL), daddy kink lowkey, teasing!! in public!!, car rides, begging, lowkey orgasm delay/denial, idek?, poly relationship,its longer than i intended, SEX AND SMUT OBVS, PORN WITH MILD PLOT, jared kleinmeme is an actual meme, evan is 11/10, bad comedy

When Jared Kleinman had suggested that you, Connor and Evan go to the waterpark to relax and make the best out of the final days of Summer, you had immediately thought it was a great idea. Spending a day with your boyfriends, just escaping all the stress and other shit that was cluttering your mind was exactly what you needed, and while it took a bit of… convincing to get Connor on board with the idea, he was prompted to say yes when you and the two other boys promised him to make it worth-while for him. It didn’t hurt your case when you reminded him of the prospect of seeing you running around in a bikini.

So, a few days after everything had been agreed upon, the four of you sat in the car, blasting music. It was Jared’s turn on the aux (which was something everyone else always dreaded), so the current song playing was the Little Einstein’s theme, much to your dismay. He sang along gleefully, dancing along and poking you. “C’mon y/n. Sing with me. Sing with meeee. Babe. Y/N. The song is almost over.”

You tried to ignore him at first, but eventually gave in, mumbling along to the song which you sadly knew the entirety of. You could blame Jared for that.

“Zooming through the sky, Little Einstein’s. YEAHHH!”

The song ended and he began to furiously scroll through Spotify to find the next song.

“You two are children,” Connor commented, almost endearingly.

“Got it!” Jared exclaimed after a few moments.

“Please don’t play trash again.” You begged quietly. “I never play trash. I only play tasteful, cultured music, my dear.”

There was a thick silence before you heard the unmistakable first notes of Deepthroat by Cupcakke.

No one said a thing until,

“HUMP ME, FUCK ME—”

“Oh my god Jared.”

“O-Oh. Woah.”

“DADDY BETTER MAKE ME CH—”

“Make it stop. Stop.”

“NO WAY, BABY.” Jared shook his head furiously. “YOU BETTER HUMP ME—”

“Jared I am begging you. Stop. You’re scaring Evan.”

“He’s not scaring me!”

“Fine. You’re scaring me.”

Jared turned away from you, opting to sing to Connor instead. “LICK LICK LICK LICK, I WANNA EAT YOUR DICK.”

You and Evan both buried your faces in your hands, faces completely red.

“Oh c’mon guys! It’s my favorite song. At least pretend to like it.”

When you finally arrived at the water park (after what felt like a very long, very painful car ride), you ran out of the car as fast as you could, much more excited then you anticipated you would be. The boys followed not too far behind you, and you couldn’t tell if it was because they were equally as excited or they just needed to keep up with you. Either way, when you made it to the gate of the waterpark and scanned your tickets in, you and Jared were both exhausted.

“Why the fuck is the parking lot so far away from the entrance?” You questioned, already out of breath.

“Because life is pain and the company who runs this place gives no fucks.” Jared half-joked. “It wasn’t that far. I mean it was far, but you guys look like you ran a fucking marathon.” Connor chuckled. “Nerds.”

“Not all of us have fucking tree legs, Connor.” You quipped back.

“This place looks cool.” Evan looked around. You cocked your head to the side slightly. “Ev, have you ever been to a water park before?” He shook his head gently, shrugging. “I think that I might’ve gone with um, my dad.. when I was younger? I’m not sure though.”

“So, we might be your first time?” Jared wiggled his eyebrows. “I-I guess so.” Evan laughed.

“Okay, less standing around and belittling people with short legs,” you looked at Connor, “Or making stupid first time jokes.” You glared at Jared.

“And more time stripping off your clothing so we can actually have fun. Let’s go motherfuckers.” You laughed, Connor shook his head disapprovingly, a small smile playing on his lips.

“No but for real.” You added, quickly wiggling out of your athletic shorts that covered your bathing suit. Jared began to ‘sensually’ sing the sax riff from ‘careless whisper’ as you pulled your shirt off. You shot him a death glare before fast walking towards the wave pool.

You hopped in happily quickly followed by Evan and Jared. You splashed them, giggling softly, and Evan splashed you back a bit harder. You squealed slightly, and it ended up becoming a full on war between the three of you. When it had calmed down, and you had made a three way truce, you glanced over at Connor, who was just chilling off to the side, still wearing his clothes.

“Connnnnn,”

You said mischievously.

He glanced at you, sensing the hint of mischief in your voice.

“Whatttttt?” He asked. “Why aren’t you playing with us?” You frowned childishly. “Yeah Connor. Whyyyy?” Jared whined mockingly. “Because I don’t want to.” Connor shrugged, smiling slightly. “But /we/ want you to.” You pouted.

He shrugged again, and you pulled yourself out of the pool walking over to him. “Come on. Let’s go. Now.” You grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him towards the water. He didn’t budge. Damn you were weak.

“Connor. Pleaseee.” Evan said sweetly. You glanced at the two boys in the pool, getting an idea.

You mouthed the words ‘distract him’, and Jared immediately began to bug Connor about how he ‘wasn’t any fun’. Connor was obviously getting mildly annoyed, and you were casually holding his hand and walking the both of you towards to water, and he didn’t seem notice. Thank god. After a few seconds you cut into the conversation.

“Hey, Murphy.” You said smugly.

Mid-way through his attempt to turn around to look at you, you gave him a hard shove into the pool, giggling and then jumping in practically on top of him.

When you arose from beneath the surface of the water you were met with both Jared and Evan laughing their asses off while Connor ran a hand through his hair. “Oh my fucking god, Y/N. Y-You fucking—oh boy you fucked up.” Jared laughed. And you knew he was right.

“Woops,” You squeaked out, looking at Connor.

And holy fuck.

He looked hot. Like, hotter than usual.

The thin fabric of his tee-shirt clung to his skin, his hair was soaking wet, and the look in his eyes was one of pure lust, and some anger. It took all your self-control not to kiss him as hard as you could, or pull him back to the car and let him fuck your brains out.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked away quickly, blushing.

“Do you think you’re funny?” Connor questioned. You met his eyes, holding back a giggle and shaking your head no.

“I think you do.” He said simply, walking towards you. You stepped back, and he took another step forward until he had backed you against the wall of the pool. “It’’s not funny, y/n.” He said softly before leaning in to kiss you, his hands pressing against your hips. You could feel some of his hair fall into his face and brush against you own. You lifted your hand to push it out of his face but one of his hands shot up from your hip and caught yours, pushing it back down to your side and holding it there.

“What if I just fucked you right here, with everyone watching. Hm? What if I fucked you until you were screaming my name. Would you like that, baby?” He growled in your ear, his lips attaching to the hollow of your neck, leaving a single hickey. “You’re in for it when we get home, princess.”

His hand slipped behind you to squeeze your ass before he moved past you and hopped out of the water. Once you recovered from the encounter you looked to Jared and Evan with wide eyes that read ‘what the fuck just happened’.

Instead of saying anything to you, they both just looked at each other with stupid fucking smirks on their faces. “Ooooh. Y/N’s in troubleee.” Jared said cockily, grabbing Evan’s hand and winking at you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Fuck off, Kleinman.”

For awhile things seemed normal. Connor even decided to hang out with you on his own accord.

Every now and then, though, one of the boys would slide their hand up your thigh, or whisper all the things they wanted to do to you in your ear. It was an understatement to say that you were incredibly frustrated.

You guys had migrated to the kids play area now, because as Evan had so masterfully put it

“THERE ARE WATER GUNS AND WE’RE BASICALLY CHILDREN.”

Currently, you were deciding teams for your water gun battle. “I-I call Evan!” You said quickly, thinking that doing anything with Connor would result in more teasing, and that the situation would be similar with Jared.

“Fine. Connor and I will kick your assess.”

“Kleinman—”

“Don’t listen to him, y/n. He’s just a bully.” Evan teased, and you smiled slightly.

“Alright, bitches. 3, 2, 1, GO!”

You began to frantically run around, and just to your luck you ended up running directly into Jared. Although you were pretty sure he had run into you on purpose, because before you could start to run away he grabbed you by the waist and pulled your body against his. He moved his body against yours roughly, grinding into you. Your head fell back slightly and you almost succumbed to the feeling of someone finally giving you some sort of stimulation, but you heard Evan scream and you remembered..

You were at war.

“That’s against the fucking rules, Kleinman!” You whined, pushing away. “We never set any rules.” Connor called out. “Fucking hell.” You mumbled to yourself, squirting Jared directly in the face with the water gun before running to help Evan.

After you had chased Connor away you and Evan were ‘hiding’ behind a panel, both mildly out of breath. “Hey, y/n,” Evan said innocently. You glanced at him. “Yeah?”

“I love you.” He smiled cheekily. You chuckled and smiled back. “I love you too, Ev.”

“Oh geez, good. Because I’m sorry about this.” You couldn’t process his words before you felt someone come up behind you and kiss and press a kiss on the side of your neck, and then Evan’s lips were on yours, muffling your confused moan.

God damnit, you had been betrayed.

Evan was gently moving his fingers over your clothed clit and you gasped into the kiss. You had determined the person behind you was Connor, due to the hair and the height, and he was still working his lips down your neck and shoulders. Evan’s fingers wandered dangerously under the hem of your bathing suit bottom and you were practically dry humping his hand as you desperately searched for some form of relief. “I bet you could cum like this, fucking yourself onto Evan’s hand. That’s how badly you want us, isn’t it?” Connor said condescendingly. God, you hated giving him the satisfaction of seeing you like this. He wasn’t wrong, though.

When you thought Evan was finally going to be merciful and help you get off you heard screeching in the distance.

“Excuse me, sir?! Have you seen my beautiful significant others? Yes, I lost them! Well there’s one that’s about.. yeah like this tall, fucking very tall I know, yeah he has brown hair and it’s long. You could mistake him for a female if you only give him a quick glanc—oh you haven’t seen them? Oh. Thanks anyway.” A pause before,

“CONNOR?! EVAN?! Y/N?? GUYS I’M SCARED BEING ALL ALONE.”

Evan pulled his hand away from you and you let out a whimper at the loss of contact. “Kleinman just ruins everything, doesn’t he?” Connor joked to you.

“We’re over here Jared!” He called out, and you heard Jared gasp.

“MY LOVERS!!” He yelled dramatically, running towards you.

“We’re going home.” You said as soon as he was in earshot.

“Wait, what?” He and Evan asked simultaneously.

“We’re going home. Now.” You gulped, trying to sound firm in your words even though your legs were almost shaking.

“But babe, I’m having fun.” Connor fake pouted.

“Fuck off, Murphy. We’re going.” Your voice cracked slightly, and you were incredibly embarrassed, but you weren’t going to let it get to you. You walked away from the group, grabbed your bag that held your clothes and phone, and began to walk to the exit of the park with a purpose.

“Are you guys coming?” You called over your shoulder.

“We don’t have much of a choice.”

You made it to the car and unlocked it, hopping into the passenger seat. After a few seconds the boys all filed in, Connor opting to drive.

“You better fucking speed home, Connor.”

You mumbled, leaning against the door of the car and crossing your legs.

“Last time I checked you weren’t the one in charge.” Connor replied, pulling out of the parking lot.

You went silent, twirling your hair around your finger.

“You good, Y/N?” Evan asked, knowing perfectly well that you were not ‘good’.

“I’m fine.”

“Why won’t you come sit with us back here?”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because I don’t trust you.” You half joked.

“Ouch. I’m offended.” Jared deadpanned.

Connor chuckled, placing a hand gently on your knee. You shivered slightly, and he moved his hand up to grip your thigh and pull your legs off of each other so they were uncrossed. He kept his eyes on the road while his fingers traced the edges of your thighs.

“You’re gonna make us crash.” You warned. “Pay attention to driving.”

Connor’s hand stalled its movements for a moment.

“You’re right,” he glanced at back at Jared and Evan, “Go sit with them.” He commanded.

You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off.

“It’s better if you just comply, baby. The better behaved you are now, the less daddy will have to punish you later.”

So, without another word you wiggled your way through the gap between the passenger and driver’s seat, plopping down face first in between your two boyfriends. “Ouch.” You mumbled, attempting to readjust so that you could actually sit correctly. “Jesus fucking Christ you nerd.” Jared laughed. You felt a pair of hands help you sit up, and you sighed happily when you were able to rest your head against Evan’s shoulder. You intertwined your fingers with his, and giggled when Jared began to leave sweet kisses down your cheek and neck. “You’re gonna be so sore when we’re done with you tonight, princess.” He mumbled against your skin, and the pure prospect of it was enough to make your breath hitch. Evan hooked his fingers under the bottoms of your swim suit and ran two fingers up and down your heat. He smiled and pulled them away, holding them up for both you and Jared to see. You were almost ashamed to see that they were soaked with your arousal. You had barley been touched, yet you were somehow still incredibly turned on. “You’re so wet for us, Y/N,” Evan said softly. “Is this what kind of effect we have on you, beautiful? You’re so fucking needy for us.” Jared continued, running a hand through your hair and stopping mid-way through to tug it.

And he kissed you, roughly, a hand tangled in your hair while Evan picked up where he left off, his fingers returning to your aching core and sliding into your heat with ease. You moaned into Jared’s lips, groaning softly as you bucked your hips towards Evan’s hand for more friction. “God—fuck. I need more.” You breathed out. “Don’t get greedy now, love.” Connor reminded you. Evan was now curling two fingers in and out of you as you moaned his name, and it took a whole lot of control not to beg for one of the boys to fuck you right there.

Right as you felt your legs began to shake as you were ready to go over the edge, you heard the sound of a seat belt clicking open. “Fuck.” You gasped to yourself, knowing that it only meant your orgasm would be delayed once again. “Let’s go.” Connor instructed you and the other boys. Evan looked at you apologetically, kissing you quickly before getting out of the car. Jared got out as well, leaving you alone, breathing heavily. “Are you coming?” He yelled from the doorstep of the house. You shot him a look of pure desperation, and he laughed, walking back to you and pulling you out of the car. He pushed you against the metal of the door and kissed you, mummering the word ‘jump’ against your lips. You did as he said, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you inside, leaving kisses on your jawline as he did so. “You’re not as weak as I t-thought you were, Kleinman.” You teased in between moans. “Don’t make me drop you.” He scoffed.

When he eventually did put you down you were immediately met with Connor’s lips on yours. He was rough, demanding, as he pulled away and basically dragging you upstairs into the bedroom, where Evan already was, only in his boxers. Jared had apparently shed all of his clothing as he was walking into the room, because he was on top of Evan in an instant, his hands roaming down Evan’s body while Evan’s did the same to him. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the sight of your boyfriends. When you eventually did look away you glanced to your side to see Connor pulling his shirt off, his hair messy.

Jesus fucking Christ, no matter how many times you had been with the three of them you were always overwhelmed. Connor approached you, kissing your skin as he pulled off the fabric that was covering your chest. Jared moaned Evan’s name loudly, and your eyes shot over to them. You swore you could physically feel yourself fall apart. Evan’s lips were around Jared’s dick as he contently bobbed his head, and Jared’s eyes were shut tightly as deep moans tumbled out of his lips. Connor led you to the bed and pushed you forward so that you were bended over the edge. Jared chuckled weakly and threaded a hand through you hair. You could feel Connor’s tip teasing at your entrance and you shuddered. “Please..” You begged. “Why should I, y/n. Why shouldn’t I just tease you until you cry?” Connor asked tauntingly.

“Oh—fuck Ev, just like that— come on, Connor. You made your point, be merciful.” Jared choked out. “W-What Jared said.” You agreed. “You’re lucky Kleinman is such a softie for you.” Connor mumbled, pushing into you without warning. You cried out slightly, and Jared’s grip on your hair tightened. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” Connor groaned. His thrusts sped up exponentially, and he gave you barley anytime to adjust. He pushed your shoulder’s down, keeping your body pressed against the mattress as he fucked you. You could hear muffled moans from Evan and not so muffled moans from Jared. From your peripheral vision you could see Evan jerking himself off and grinding against the mattress.

“Fuck, Ev, babyboy, I’m gonna cum.” Jared moaned, and his hand twitched, tugging on your hair. Your legs began to shake in the wake of your oncoming orgasm, and you whimpered loudly. “I can feel that you’re gonna cum baby. Come on. Cum for daddy like the slut that you are. Fuck, you’re so tight.” Connor rambled, obviously also close to coming undone. As you came you could hear Evan doing the same as he whimpered your name. Connor’s thrusts began to become irregular and after a few more moments he pulled out and came on your back, rasping out a string of profanities.

The four of you collapsed, gasping and laughing, high on the feeling of overwhelming love. There was a short period where no one spoke, until Connor groaned and rolled off of the bed, walking to the bathroom and grabbing a towel. “Let’s clean this up,” he mumbled to you, wiping your back off before tossing the towel to the side and wrapping his arms around you. Jared and Evan soon joined the cuddle party. You nuzzled your face into Evan’s neck happily and hummed a random tune that was stuck in your head.

Everything was peaceful until—

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Are you humming Deepthroat?”

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