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“Only two people that showed up on a snow day” AU?

mllemusketeer:

(Humanizing cause I can, and warnings for inaccuracy; the author has never experienced a snow day)

Megatron tried the door, and it rattled forlornly against the lock. He huffed out an annoyed breath. “Typical.” He turned around, hands jammed in his pockets, and glared at the snow. There was only six inches of it. It did not justify a snow day. It wouldn’t have justified a snow day at home, but no, here, this pathetic little town where everything was too expensive couldn’t even deal with a little bit of snow. 

He nudged a bit of it with a toe. It hardly even counted. 

“Hey.” 

He looked up, and the massive girl in front of him didn’t so much as blink at his glare. Strika, wasn’t it? The only girl on the football team, and the one even the security guys were afraid of.

“You stuck here too?”

“Yes. At least until the next bus.” He glared at the snow again. “Whenever it gets here.”

“Hours, most likely,” said Strika, with a wry twist to her mouth. “There’s a coffee shop down around the corner. Free wi-fi and they’re not good at checking whether you bought anything. Interested?”

“Possibly,” said Megatron. He wasn’t in a mood to trust anyone. His first day here, one of the popular guys pretended to be his friend up until he shoved Megatron into one of the trash cans. 

“I do homework there,” said Strika, with a defiant look. He looked at her, puzzled, because as much as school bores him, he has to put up with it if he wants to get out, do better things. Then he realized she was expecting to be made fun of, that it was a gesture of trust, and managed a crooked smile. 

“Good. I didn’t finish the algebra assignment.”

She looked briefly relieved, then, “I did. Want to copy off me? As long as you give me a hand with Cyclonus’s stupid assignment.”

The stupid assignment was easy–he loved poetry–so he nodded, and they headed to the shop. 

SHATTERED GLASS (obviously) and COLLEGE AU because i’m trash

mllemusketeer:

Shattered Glass

(You know, Shattered Glass is tricky with these two, because I keep writing them as protagonists (look, they look awesome in leather pants!), but they’re actually evil. If you want actually evil, throw that prompt my way again! But here goes. Have PURE absurdity.)

She was in a revolutionary movement led by a math professor. That was how bad things had gotten. And now…

…well, planning a heroic, swashbuckling rescue from the depths of the human planet was practically in her job description, right after protecting the innocent. It shouldn’t be, but that was Megatron for you; absurdly heroic.

Several minutes later, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were startled by something enormous breaking down the door, seizing Megatron’s unconscious form around the waist, and tucking him up under an elbow, yelling something incoherent.

A few minutes after that, when Optimus arrived, the objects the something had strewn across the base floor exploded and threw confetti everywhere.

College AU

Strika threw herself onto the rickety bed, which creaked in protest, and threw a hand over her eyes. “You’ll never guess what I caught the freshmen doing.”

“Mmm,” said Megatron, not looking up from his textbook. He’d taken over her desk; his roommates hardly created a good study environment, and three very large men in one very small dorm room was a recipe for disaster. Even before you factored in Lugnut’s voice. Or Blitzwing’s…everything. He turned a page. “I told you being an RA wasn’t conducive to peace of mind.”

“If you’d applied, you wouldn’t be having to live with Lugnut and Blitzwing,” said Strika, “and I’d have my desk.”

Megatron, still not looking up, raised a finger. “One, the distraction would promptly lose me my scholarship. Two, it’s cheaper this way, and the library exists for a reason. Besides, I help you with your history. Don’t pretend you’re not coming off better from this deal.”

“So the freshmen,” said Strika, and Megatron grinned–he’d definitely won. “You know the loft in the common room?”

“Mmm?”

“Bumblebee and Blurr had made a pile of mattresses at the bottom. And were jumping off.”

“Natural selection at work.”

“Alas, Residential Services doesn’t see it that way. Besides, they’d gotten that high-school kid in on it, which is even worse, and a couple of the second-years were looking hopeful. Especially Starscream.”

“It’s Starscream. What were you hoping for?”

“But jumping off the loft. I mean, who does that.”

Megatron took a gulp of coffee and looked at her over the rim of the mug with considerable amusement. “I see. You’re envious.”

“You bet your aft I am,” said Strika.