#I've been shoving stuff in bags and they are slowly filling up >:3

[soymimikyu]

Art Update!

Again a lot of progress on D.C. and L.O.C. Meanwhile has languished and I think that is ok for now. I have months to complete it and I think L.O.C and D.C. will be done way ahead of schedule which is great. It will probably be easier to just focus on Meanwhile once the other two are done and I pick up something *easy* as a distraction (I found some doubly exciting things for later perhaps next year).

As a matter of fact, everything listed in the D.C. backlog is *everything* left! It is almost done sans finishing details and that is awesome! I plan on finishing a few bits of it today, but the women directing horror festival has a one night only show (not the full shorts -- that is later) today and I want to see that :D. Maybe more tomorrow...(although I watched X with Mia Goth last night and should watch Pearl tomorrow -- will see...time is finite).

L.O.C is going better too, but there is still a lot left. I've gotten more used to what I am using here, which is definitely not as nice as what D.C. has (love that stuff :D) but workable.

The Hd part is major and involves some fiddly. Jrk is just like Cp so that will be easy. Once those two are done all that remains is Wg (I am so excited for this bit!!! It will be so cool!!! Also not hard), Bd (looks like a pain), and a few others.

Volunteer responsibilities and job are picking up so that takes up time. Also I have few books I really want to try and finish this long weekend. Not sure if I will pull all of it off --- but we shall see.

I'm also trying to do better planning. Last week while productive definitely felt I was ignoring the plan to do what was needed. While this worked for flow reasons, it wasn't good organization. I think this week will be better.

I forgot to share earlier, but in the most "Look at my clear plastic binder" calvin-esque manner, the note book I am using has a cute kitty on it! It is absolutely average as a note book, but I think the kitty make it special :3.

[observethatbelly]

I want you to sit down. Come on! Take a seat.

Now, I've heard you haven't been eating properly today is that true?

Oh nononon! We can't have that! I have something small for you over here. It's my usual order from Macdonald's for piggies who misbehave! 10 cheeseburgers, 3 large fries and a milkshake. You had lunch? Well... That doesn't matter. It has already been two hours you must be starving!

Now, how about you start with one cheeseburger. That's my good little feedee! Eat up! You know you love it! One bite after another going down into that wonderful fat belly of yours to be turned into more and more fat.

Second cheeseburger already?? Oh my... You must be starving! That's good. That means there is a lot of space we can fill up together. Bite after bite you feel it going down into your throat. Each of them makings you a bit more hungry.

Third cheeseburger. Crumbs are falling onto your shirt. You are eating and yet you still want more. You want to grow don't you? You want everyone to see how jiggly your love handles are. You want to gain so much weight.

How about we get through the fries hm? Just open your mouth. I'll show handfuls into it so that you don't even have to move your hands. Each handful of the greasy, salty fries are an ambrosia to your growing appetite.

Fourth cheeseburger. Your on a roll my beloved! Well. You're made of rolls if you pardon the pun. Let me help you put another one in. The cheese taste of meat and sweet buns are filling up the fast growing belly. But it's not even looking full yet!

Fifth. Open your mouth! That's a good piggy! Let me sit on your lap. I'll rub your beautiful body while you can just chow down on those burgers.

Sixth. Your belly, cover in fat and crumbs is looking a bit bulging out! That's good! But not good enough. I want you to indulge in the fantasy of someone loving the way you look. The way your curvy body melts into the chair. Kissing you on your neck, chest and that gorgeous fat belly.

Time for more fries! Handful after handful of pure grease are being shoved up your mouth. Don't you love it? When someone want you to relax and enjoy the feeling of a full stomach?

But you can't be full yet! The seventh cheese is on its way! Your belly flopped onto your thick thighs is pressing against the tight shirt you have on. It is looking quite full now.

Eight. As I take another one out of the bag and unwrap it, you start complaining. What is it? You are full now? Nooo that can't be. I still have many left and we can't let them go to waste! Besides, I love it when you push the limits. So open your mouth! That's a good piggy!!! I'm so proud of you for eating so much!

Now, ninth one! Your fat belly is looking fattest it's ever looked. But I bet we can continue. The ninth burger will fit nicely onto your growing body. Just a bit more fat on top of those fat buns. I love your body so much!

Fries time! Let's see. Can I dump the entire pack directly into your mouth? Only the best feedee would be able to do that... What's that? You want to try? Well of course! So open your mouth aaand! There you go! Slowly! Slowly! We don't want you to choke on these! Only a half left! You're doing such a wonderful job! Eating all this food! I want it all to melt down into fat and pile onto your soft belly. The entire package! Good job! You're my special little piggy!

But I have more for you! The last cheeseburger! Hmm yes! Take a bite! You can do it! One last burger to stuff your belly to its maximum capacity! Come on! Let me help you with rubbing your stomach. Ooh! It feels rock hard! But it's still so squishy! Come on! One last bite! There you go!!! Good job!

Now, one more thing. I have this sad large milkshake. Why sad? It would love to be drunk so that it doesn't go bad... You will drink it! That's the attitude! Go on! Chug that milkshake! Let its heavy creamy flow fill you up to the brim! Every time you swallow, your belly is expanding just a little bit more. It's so big now! I can hardly see over it! But you're still drinking that sweet milkshake. Growing and growing and growing your fat, your Belly your thighs and ass with every single swallow. Now there's just a little bit left. Come on! One more time! That's it! You've done it! Great.

Now that's done, I'll go check on the first dinner I'm making. Already? Yes! We can't you go hungry! Once it's done, I'll then feed you the entire brisket. And you'll it on your own.

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Not What I Could Have

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Her first instinct as a doctor was to feel for a pulse even though she knew it was in vain. She ripped off a piece of her shirt and shoved it into the wound. It would do nothing for Amanda but she didn’t want to see her love covered in so much blood.

*Rating: T for Teen (Saw Canon Typical Stuff)

*Content/Tags: Needle and Chain, Referenced Self-Harm, Angst, Gender or Sex Swap, Alternate Universe- Gender Changes, Character Study, WLW Romance, Hurt No Comfort

*Status: Sequel to 'Not What I Needed'/Complete

Author's Note: A little on the shorter side but I've missed this ship a lot and this idea's been stewing in my head since the first time I watched Saw 3. So enjoy!

Laura glanced at the analog clock on the corner of her desk. Tonight was the night. Two concurrent games were going on as she sat at the hospital in an uneasy quiet and tapped the edge of her desk with a pen. It was Amanda’s first real game without John having a hand, guiding his apprentice like he had during the nerve gas house.

Laura just had to be patient with the results. In a fell swoop, one of her most hated co-workers would die and the woman she loved would be the grand successor to Jigsaw’s legacy. It was Amanda’s dream come true. To have John’s attention and acknowledgment. Laura didn’t care to be the successor of John’s. She would go to the ends of heaven and hell to serve Amanda as she saw fit. She could see Amanda in her head on her metaphorical throne, and Laura waiting on her hand and feet.

She pushed her chair away from her desk and got up to go for a walk around the hospital. She needed to get her mind off this game. She grabbed her cane and did a lap around her department as a warm-up to the walk down to her car. The digital clock in the car read it’d been thirty minutes since the game had started. A quarter of the way done… She shouldn’t be anxious about this. Amanda had assured her that she had thought of every angle, considered every twist that John would have predicted. She turned the keys in the ignition and booked it to her apartment. Since having been divorced from Allison, Laura lived alone in a small place. It felt impersonal, more of a space to sleep than it was a home. She didn’t turn the TV on when she crossed the threshold of the dwelling. She sat in the moonlight trickling in through the windows on a couch that could fit a family if she just hadn’t made one too many mistakes. Her head bobbed as her eyes threatened to shut for the night. She shook her head once more and used the end of her mobility aid to pull her work bag towards her, rummaging through to find some paper work she needed to fill out a treatment plan. Her hand rubbed up against a piece of crumpled paper and pulled it out of the bag.

‘My dear Amanda…’ Clearly John’s handwriting. Laura’s eyes skimmed the document quickly before getting up as fast as she could and back into her car. She punched the gas pedal and drove towards the workshop where she had kissed Amanda for the first time. She ran a red light, nearly hitting someone but narrowly managed to avoid it as the thoughts of her love consumed her. Still burning with rage, she parked her car and busted the door in on her way down the stairs. Some loud trap went off as she entered, using the sound to cover her as she crept through the warehouse. As she entered the open floor, she saw Mark standing at the door. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she approached him. She’d never win in a fair fight against the other apprentice, but she felt the adrenaline slowly start to course through her veins. At the very least she could get a bite into his jugular before she got thrown across the room. She put a hand on Mark’s shoulder before letting a breath escape between gritted teeth,

“Move.”

Without missing a beat he replied, “You know what’s behind there. You don’t need to see it.” If Laura were stupid, she’d think his words came from a place of concern.

“I said, move.” She repeated herself

“Laura. It’s not going to give you the closure you think it will…”

“I don’t fucking care.” Rather than keep an even voice her screams rang out across the empty warehouse. Mark finally turned around to face her and let his hand slip off the handle of the door. He didn’t move but Laura rustled the handle behind him, getting the door to open behind him.

“You have fifteen minutes.” Mark finally said. “Cops are going to storm this place looking for either survivors or victims. I would move fast if I were you.”

She rushed into the dark room and felt something soak through the seams in her shoes. It had to be blood. She fumbled with the light switch and saw the carnage before her. She ignored the body of her former coworker and her husband. Ignored the man from which she took orders from for a year now and dropped her cane, running towards the crumpled mess of flesh on the floor that was once Amanda Young. She held the other woman close to her chest. Her first instinct as a doctor was to feel for a pulse even though she knew it was in vain. She ripped off a piece of her shirt and shoved it into the wound. It would do nothing for Amanda but she didn’t want to see her love covered in so much blood. Her hands started to shake as she swept the pieces of Amanda’s hair that had stuck to her face from sweat and her tears fell onto the ever growing cold skin.

“What happened?” She asked the silent air, “You told me it was going to be fine… you promised. You placed all your faith in John… Mark!” She called out for the other apprentice, hoping he might have an answer. Her cries went unanswered for the man and she pilfered through the pockets in Amanda’s jeans. Nothing. Nothing. Paper… She carefully set Amanda’s corpse back down onto the floor and unfurled the folded note.

‘Amanda. You were with Cecil…’ She skimmed the note with haste that she had read John’s note. It was Mark’s block writing. ‘… I will tell John what you did.’

“You.” The letter trembled in her hand as she got to her feet and spun to face the deceased Jigsaw Killer. “This is your fault.” He couldn’t respond to her. Smile in a twisted satisfaction as she wailed for the woman she couldn’t have. Taunt her with the fact that they both knew Amanda would always be out of Laura’s reach. “You pushed Amanda. You always pushed her too far! You sent me to scold her for you when she was hurting herself because she thought she couldn’t live up to your expectations! She never stood a chance, did she you sick son of a bitch?!”

She reached out in anger for the first glass object her hands could reach. She launched it at John’s head, just narrowly missing her former mentor. She didn’t know if she had it in him to desecrate him after all she had put him through when they were just patient and doctor. As much as she felt disgust, anger, disdain even for the man she knew that he had felt that tenfold for her. She took another beaker that laid on the counter and crushed it in the grasp of her hand, gritting her teeth as the shards dug into her skin. It drew a deep crimson wash from her skin and mingled with Amanda’s blood on the concrete of the floor.

“It’s not fair. Why do you always take them away from me?! First it was Eve…” She bit down on her lip as she remembered the woman in the bathroom across from her. She was younger than Laura was when she had gotten into med school and she had barely begun to live. Amanda wasn’t much older, but had gotten even less out of life. “Now. Her…” Her eyes darted back to the other woman who was the object of her affection for another blink in the stream of time. She sat back down next to Amanda and wove their fingers together. Laura held her head up against her chest. She was ice cold, her brain had probably shut down while Laura screamed at John.

“I’m so sorry Amanda…” She whispered to herself, “I should have been here for you. I…” She shook her head and with an aching in her chest left her lover’s body at the scene. She didn’t have the strength to carry Amanda in her condition to get her out of the crime scene. Somewhere she could respectfully say goodbye to her fellow apprentice. She reached across the floor and grabbed her cane to get herself back up. In one last outburst of rage against the whole game, she swung the wooden thing into the center of Lynn’s husband as if he were a pinata. Fresh blood came spurting out from his mouth as the impact of the cane definitely snapped a rib in chest. She hit him once more for good measure and looked over at Lynn. “You thought you were better than me. Now look at where you and your useless husband are. You stupid bitch.”

She walked out of the door and sealed it behind her, pressing her head against the unfeeling metal and shut her eyes. She didn’t want to abandon Amanda but she had no choice this time. She ran from the house of horrors and got to her car, driving home as fast as the vehicle would take her. When she got back to her apartment she cried for a bit. As if on cue, she heard the sound of heels in the hallway walking past her door. They stop directly in front of her and a piece of paper slides under the door. The footsteps resumed and grew more distant. When she heard the shoes no longer she approached the door, sliding the paper towards her using her cane. She leaned down and picked it up.

‘Hello Doctor Gordon,

As you by now know, Amanda’s game was rigged. It was Mark who rigged her game, replacing the letter intended for her with his own. John fed Hoffman information in order to trigger Amanda and make her fail her test. This is never the outcome I wanted for her, even with the knowledge of what she did to Gideon. I cared about her recovery and who she would become after she was clean even though I seem distant from her up until now. I give you this information in hopes that it should help ease whatever guilt you may have over what John has planned to come next. Act as John would, and you will be the successor he always intended.

-Jill’

“Mark…” Laura shredded the paper in her hands, “Your days are numbered. If you ever cross me again, you’ll be begging for death.”

She would succeed where her love had failed. Death creating something new with a grotesque and twisted purpose. She would carry on the name, Jigsaw for the both of them.

[blubberingmess]

Ready to comply [Android!Bucky x Fem!reader] chapter 2

*gif not mine*

Chapter summary: You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

Previous

It was early in the morning when you woke up with a massive headache, quickly taking the ibuprofen that's resting on your nightstand, although not remebring putting it there before sleeping.

Too tired to think about it, you took the medicine before making your way out of your bedroom.

"Good morning, (Y/n)."

"Son of a bitch! Who the hell are you?!" You screeched, placing a hand on your chest. Eyes still a bit blurry from sleep, you squinted them and saw an android standing still in the middle of your kitchen. Its hand behind its back, standing straight while staring blankly at you.

"Hello (Y/n), my name is... Bucky. Android B107 of CyberStark. Serial number; 103-678-3--" He began reciting his serial number all while scanning you from head to toe, although it looks like his checking you out.

[(Y/n);acquaintance]

[Scanning 'acquaintance'...] [Scanning complete]

[(Y/n);;; vital signs: 14% elevated ; "head"pain level>> 36%]

"Okay-okay! I remember now, fuck." You rubbed your temple while letting out an exasperated sigh. "Your making my headache worse."

["Head"pain level>> 40%]

"You asked me who I was, (Y/n)," Bucky points out matter-of-factly causing you to raise an eyebrow.

You scoffed, giving him a once over. "For an android, you sure are cocky. How long have you been standing there in my kitchen looking like a creep?"

"I've been standing here for approximately five hours, forty-three minutes and sixteen seconds."

You scrunched up your face before rolling your eyes, muttering a small "fucking creep" before making your way towards the stove to cook yourself some breakfast - surprise, surprise.

The android is completely unaffected by your words, turning his heels and started looking around your living area, scanning anything and everything like all androids would when positioned in a new environment.

Bucky is silent as a ghost as he walks around the living room and it slightly makes you uncomfortable knowing there is someone-- an android-- with you right this at moment inside your apartment yet not hearing anything.

It's like you're aware that there's a ghost beside you - it's just silent but it's there.

"So," you started, trying to fill in the silence. "What kind of android are you?" You're his owner right? Might as well get to know the android you've bought.

Bucky looks up from your plastic plant in the corner of the living room, eyes darting to the side to look at you. When he saw your back is faced towards him, he looks back down on the other plant -- this time, it's real-- beside the plastic one while answering your question.

"I'm a protector. My mission is to keep the humans safe."

The pancake you are cooking began to bubble on top and kept your eyes locked onto it as you questioned Bucky. "What? Like a bodyguard of some sort?"

Bucky turn his attention to the coffee table, analyzing the contents scattered on top of it. There's an empty pizza box and a half full uncapped bottle of coke, a bag of empty chips and a few used tissues with grease all over them; obviously from the pizzas and chips.

"You could say that."

His answer slightly surprised you, turning your cheek at him but not looking as your eyes focused on the tiled floor. "What?"

"I am programmed with skills most androids don't have. I am not like the DX line model for my biocomponents are much more advanced and my body can withstand most bullets and harsh climates," he explained whilst gently grabbing a picture frame.

It's a picture of a teenage girl holding the hand of another girl that looks exactly like you; much more younger and small, both smiling brightly at the camera.

[Scanning picture]

[Niki (L/n); age: 38 ;; year of birth: 3014 occupation: model at 'south of CSCV', and also known as Serpent]

[History: Adoptive daughter of (M/n) and (F/n) (L/n).]

"What kind of bullet is the most critical yet you can still handle?" Bucky heard you asked from the kitchen as the words and numbers cleared out in his vision.

".700 Nitro bullets." He answered, placing the frame back exactly where it belongs, like it never been moved in the first place. Bright blue eyes scanning the new information that appears in front that only he could see. His LED flickering from blue to orange then back.

[Searching >> (M/n) (L/n) and (F/n) (L/n)]

[Searching complete]

[(M/n); deceased, (F/n); missing ;; two daughters>> Nicki (L/n) and (Y/n) (L/n)]

"You're kidding me, right?" You flipped the second pancake before turning your whole body around to face your android, crossing your arms over your chest.

[New information found regarding (Y/n);acquaintance >> surname: (L/n)]

Bucky simply stares back at you with his usual blank, calculating eyes. "I am not," he replied.

"And CyberStark is planning on selling androids like you to the public?" That's downright stupid and dangerous. If an android like him gets into the wrong hands, who knows what could happened.

"It seems so." Bucky must've finished scanning your whole entire living room as he just stands there in the middle of the room. His arms behind his back and his posture straight as ever, awaiting to assist you if needed.

He doesn't really have to do that. You don't own him, he just followed you out of the store for reasons unknown to him. You're just the person who bought it... by force, too caught up on being drunk to actually know-- remeber-- what you've done.

You whistled, turning your attention back at your pancake. Not to your surprise, it's slightly burnt.

"Anything else I need to know about your model?"

Bucky answered without any hesitation. "As a prototype, CyberStark built me with two thirium pumps and if the public and the government ever approve with my model, CyberStark will change the design to the usual one thirium pump paper android like the normal android design." A pause. "I am also programmed to be able to engage on sexual intercourse."

"Fucking hell, a personal bodyguard and also a sex android? That's what I call 'safe and satisfied'," you smirked, picking up your plate of pancakes and began making your way to the living room.

You really have to try that later

You plopped down on your couch and started stuffing your face with your maple syrup drenched pancakes. It's not the best but you could care less.

Bucky's eyes follows you, not noticing the small click that sounded like a camera the moment he blinked his eyes.

"How much did I paid for you? A million?" You laughed. "My sister would be pissed!"

Bucky watched as you stuff your face with the greasy looking pancakes, contemplating if he should tell the truth about you not actually paying for anything-- basically stealing him from the shop-- or not.

"Wait, you said you're a prototype." You slowly chewed on your food, lifting up your head to look at him with a horrified look plastered on your face as the realization sets in.

"Oh shit. You're the prototype.... Oh, fuck, please tell me I'm wrong."

You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

Poor android, only doing it's job.

"You are correct." Bucky nodded his head before asking politely, "Is there something wrong?"

You were about to retort when a sound of loud knocking cuts you off before you can even open your mouth, making the two of you snaps your heads towards the door.

You cursed under your breath and moved your plate on top of the pizza box considering there's no more room to place it in the coffee table, and cautiously made your way to the door.

Glancing at the small screen attached to your door, you saw two men wearing suits and ties with matching sunglasses. One of them knocked a few more times before stepping back, both looking up where the small camera is placed, waiting patiently.

Bucky immediately goes and stood behind you, hands to his side and chest puffs out as he waits for your next move or his built in instinct, really.

Opening the door where only half of your face could be seen from the outside, you greeted the two men in suits. More like snapped a harsh, "What?"

Fuck being polite, they look sketchy as hell.

"We just wanted to ask you if you have a B107 android inside?" The bald one asked, his tone monotonous and gruff.

It took you all the willpower to keep your eyes at the two, silently hoping they wouldn't see the tall android behind you.

"Never heard about that model before. New?" You casually asked, resuming your act of innocence.

"Can we look inside?" The other man asked, ignoring your question. If it weren't for the lack of LED on their temples, you would've thought they were androids.

Unless they removed it, but you doubt they would do such thing. Only deviants have the 'guts' to physical remove their LEDs, which considered as a symbol of enslavement.

The revolution between humans and androids happened decades ago, androids are set free and finally have their own rights. Some became deviants, but some stayed the same; stone-faced, unsentimental machines.

But the two men in front of you, they look like they work for someone and you are certain it's not for CyberStark. You instantly knew because they don't have those shiny CyberStark logo pins.

"Why? I just told you, I never heard about a B107 before."

"Let us inside or we let ourselves in by force."

This is the moment you knew that they knew what you've done, that you have the android they are looking for.

"Fuck you," you growled before slamming the door shut, emergency locking it.

You quickly took Bucky's hand and sprint inside your bedroom, also locking it behind you. You grab your backpack from the hook behind your door and run towards your desk where your laptop, small gadgets, and inventions are messily set, shoving all of them as fast as you can.

The android analyzed your frantic movement, on guard as he quickly noted that the two men from outside are a threat.

"Bucky, let's go!"

"Where are we going, (Y/n)?" He calmly asked, tilting his head to the side.

You opened the window and slipped a leg out, glaring harshly at the android. "I don't know, but hopefully not in jail."

You both heard the front door slammed open and two sets of heavy footsteps sprinting towards your room.

Your heart jumps in fright and screamed at the android who is still calmly standing inside your room. Is he serious? Did you just bought a defective prototype of an android?!

"Come on you fucking scrap meta--" Your breath hitched when you saw one of his eyes quickly turned bright orange.

Bang!

🎧 Bang! bang! Into the room, I know you want it 🎶

[bandblogging]

Photograph (Luke Hemmings Imagine)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Requested: yes, anon asked: pls hit me with some soft romantic luke, like dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night to a cliche love song and he attempts to dip you and kind of fails and just giggles all cute about it cus he’s such a cute mess but he’s ur cute mess

Summary: After having to wait into the middle of the night for Luke to come back home from tour you two turn to dancing in the kitchen (basically the request above)

A/N: This is what me, quarter of a bottle of wine and home alone 2 came up with. Enjoy, I hope it's what anon hoped for.

___

Whenever Luke was about to come home for a break you couldn't contain your excitement. For a few days in advance you would start missing him even more, just wanting to be back in his arms.

"Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes"

You original idea was to pick Luke up from the airport but because he would come home quite late and you didn't like driving alone in the dark, you decided for him to come home and meet you there.

His flight had gotten delayed a while and you watched the clock move forward. When it struck his old arrival time you felt a small sting in your heart, you'd have to wait for another two to three hours or more for him to finally be home again.

With ever minute that passed you felt like the clock took longer and longer. The TV was only showing stupid shows and you had flicked through all channels at least twice, the book next to you was untouched. You were bored and anxiously waiting for Luke to text you that they had finally landed. The music playing though the stereo system that your phone was connected to was the only thing distracting you slightly.

When he finally texted you it actually woke you up, somehow while waiting you must have fallen asleep. You rubbed your eyes a little before staring at the clock again, it had jumped a few hours and it was way past midnight. With the drive back home Luke should arrive around half 3. Only twenty minutes until you would be in his arms again.

"We keep this love in a photograph. We make these memories for ourselves"

The clear case on your phone was a little worn down already but you could still clearly see the picture of you and Luke, kissing and deeply in love, through it. You had put it behind the case when he left, being reminded of how much you loved but also missed him whenever you took your phone out of your pocket.

Just like you did now, staring at the picture for a moment and thinking about Luke before stuffing it back into your pocket.

"Holdin' me closer. Till our eyes meet. You won't ever be alone. Wait for me to come home."

Pacing in the hallway across from the front door gave you the right view onto the driveway. It took another fifteen minutes before a light came around the corner of the street and a car pulled into the driveway. You had been waiting for him to come home for what felt like forever and you simply couldn't hold back. The door flew out of your hands once you had opened it and you took the few steps down to the driveway in a second.

There he was, getting out of the cab, hair messy after the long travel, faint circles under his eyes. He turned towards you once he had grabbed his bags. The cab had started to drive off, dropping his stuff as soon as he saw you. "Y/N", Luke practically yelled before starting to walk towards you. "Oh Luke", you ran into his open arms and pressed your head against his chest. "I missed you so much", he replied and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against him. "I missed you too Luke", you looked up at him and pressed your lips against his. "I love you Y/N", his words sounded muffled against your lips. The kiss didn't seem to end and you absolutely didn't want it too. You had missed each other so much that neither one wanted to be the first one to let go.

"Our hearts were never broken. And time's forever frozen still."

You stayed like that for a while, hugging as tightly as you could, scared that when you let go he leave again.

Luke had started to shiver before you finally let go and went inside. The music was still playing when you got inside, filling your home with some noise while you and Luke cuddled in silence. There was too much to say between you two and it would have to wait until the morning. Luke's arms were tightly wrapped around you and even though the couch was small you felt comfortable.

"Inside these pages you just hold me. And I won't ever let you go."

"Maybe we should get to bed, it's really late", you didn't want to ruin the moment but sleeping on the cramped couch would only lead to backpain. "Yeah, sounds right", Luke slowly let go of you and stood up from the couch. "More space to cuddle there", you grinned and stood up yourself. You glanced at the clock and saw it striking ten past three in the morning.

The song that was playing changed right when you entered the kitchen. You placed the used dishes from your dinner into the sink when you felt arms wrap around you again. "Can't wait until we're upstairs Luke?", you smiled at him and swayed a little in his arms. "No I just missed you way too much", he whispered into your ear. "I missed you too", you turned around in his arms and placed another kiss on his lips. He swayed you side to side in the beat of the song, still holding onto you tightly. "Y/N I don't even wanna go to bed tonight, I just want to hold you", he locked eyes with you and did just that.

"Next to your heartbeat. Where I should be."

Ten minutes later you found yourselves still in the kitchen, arm in arm. Ed Sheeran was playing in the background when Luke spun you around, starting to dance to the music. Neither of you knew how to really dance but it was fun and you didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that you had him back. He spun you around the kitchen, dancing back and forth. You hit the kitchen island a few times with your hip but laughed it off and shoved Luke against it too.

He spun you trough the kitchen a few more times before dipping you down. Your socks slipped on the tiles and you went down a lot quicker than Luke had anticipated, sending you down to the ground. Luke barely caught himself and rested himself on his elbows, right above you. You couldn't help but laugh out loud at his surprised expression. "I'm sorry Y/N", he apologized but couldn't hold back a giggle. "It's fine you dork", you laughed and pulled him down to kiss him.

"I love you Luke, this isn't the first time I've fallen for you", you grinned at him.

"When I'm away. I will remember how you kissed me"

You wish somebody could have taken a picture of you two, laying on the kitchen floor and staring into each other's eyes. It would have made a perfect replacement for the one under your phone case. These memories were what you held onto whenever he had to leave again.

"Hearing you whisper through the phone. Wait for me to come home"

Because of these moments you were sure he would always come back home to you.

[mynameispuppy]

Talking in Summer chapter 1

Hello! this is my first fanfic in years, I plan on continuing it for a while. I put information about reader’s quirk and such in my first post. 

                                                  enjoy!

As I start to fold some plain colored tees I let out a sigh, I've been on my feet all day and I can't wait to just go home and relax. An old friend of mine suggested me to the manager here at superdry© in the mall. I'm grateful to have a job but I wish I could be working closer to my goals....

Since I turned 18 and left high school my life has been just a blob heading in no particular direction.

"Hey (y/n) looks like it's 7 are you ready to take a 15?" I hear my co-worker call out to me from the front desk. "Oh- yeah sure" I politely smile back at her, she was always looking out for me with breaks and such.

After gathering my stuff I head to the nearly empty dining area in the mall. 'Only one hour left' I state in my head while I take a bite of my sandwich. I look around and spot nothing particularly of interest.

Except one person.... Next to the center fountain sits a man

I see him quite often in the evening

He's thin with strikingly white hair and dark clothing. When I first started to notice him showing up, I speculated he worked in the mall since he was there almost on a schedule, but the more I look at his appearance and the fact he has no uniform I assume he may be homeless or just doesn't have anything to do.... 'Maybe I should stop judging people so much' Old habits die hard I guess.

Looking at my phone the screen lights up '7:15... Good timing (y/n)' I shuffle around and grab my things. Looking back one last time the white haired man seems to have left. 'Oh well'

The rest of my shift flies by mostly because I just get to sit here and talking to Yume, my co-worker, while we clean up the store.

Just like clock work I head home at 8pm. Taking the evening tram about 3 blocks away and then walking the rest of the way.

I climb the steps to my apartment and stumble inside taking off my shoes and running over to my shiki futon shoved between my closet and bookshelf.

I try to check up on my social media a bit and check on things but my eyes quickly grow heavy "I guess it's been a while since I slept huh?" I chuckle to myself. Plugging in my phone I roll over and decide to sleep.

                                                ❁     ❁     ❁

The next morning is hot, around 33°C, so I decide to wear some comfortable, breathable clothes like my beige plaid skirt and a v-neck white shirt. The outfit reminds me of my old school uniform 'why not go all in then...' I figure and do pigtails aswell.

The trip to work is boring and repetitive. I wish something would spice things up...even a little. At least I get off early today.

I walk up to the big red sign of the shop and proceed in placing my bag behind the counter and sitting down.

Customers will come in check out a jacket or two and leave.

I finally get snapped out of my trance when hear my phone alarm go off "hm?" I reach down and realize I must've set an alarm for break without remembering. 'Maybe I'll go get some (favorite drink) I'm not particularly hungry this morning', grabbing my wallet I make sure my manager is all set before heading out. I take a quick little stroll under the open roof of the mall as I approach the brown fake wooden "drink shack" shop.

When I enter I see that it's still kinda slow since it's the morning hours except a couple people sitting in the back. After getting my drink I decide to head to the middle of the shop where I see a brown haired man sitting at the back bar and that same white haired man sitting at a booth.

I drink my (favorite drink) while keeping my locked gaze on the habitual man for a creepily long time. I was still tired out from my quirk so I must've been zoning out for a second too long...

He looks up at my line of sight and makes direct eye contact. 'I've never seen his eyes before... Red huh? Creepy.' I think to myself while he looks around him probably trying to see what I'm staring at. I try to fix the awkward situation by giving him a little wave but he just shoves his head back down into whatever paper he's scribbling across.

'sigh'

'you know what why not just get up and walk over there he could be a new friend'

I blush at the idea of being so bold I've never been particularly loud or extroverted before. But almost as if my embarrassment and body weren't even in tune I find myself approaching the man. I almost collapse on the booth seat across from him my legs shaking and hands in a clammy cold sweat clutching my drink. "......do..yo-you work here?" I force the conversation out trying to seem confident. His red glare slowly makes its way to my face "AT THE MALL I MEAN!" That came out louder than intended....I can feel my face get hot from all the cringe building up inside my body.

"Why are you bothering me." The words were scratchy and seem to cut out of his throat blunt and awkward. I start to wiggle uncomfortably realizing the humiliating situation I put this stranger and myself in.

"I apologize, I see you around here a lot I thought you may have noticed me." I squeeze out while looking at the table slowly scooting out of the booth.

"Right..." He trails "you work at that clothing shop next to the fountain."

I perk up a bit I guess he did take note of me. "W- yes I do," I stand up and bow "it's a pleasure to meet you officially." I scramble to be polite and smooth the situation over. "Yeah." He seems to be done with me so I nervously spit out "Well feel free to say hi anytime!" before turning back to the shop since my break was over.

I get scolded by your manager for being a bit late. But overall I'm over the moon proud of my confidence, maybe this won't turn out so bad even if he decides to decline your offer.

Quickly finishing up my last few hours of work since I only had a 4 hour shift today and decide to do some window shopping at the mall before leaving looking at other clothing shops and game stores.I had taken a study break from games, but since I have graduated, I've been trying to catch up by skipping sleep thanks to my quirk. Sadly I still find myself exhausted. Nothing catches my eye so I decide to head out.

Taking a stroll around town it's still quite sunny at 1pm, I decide to head to the park next to the local high school. A place I used to frequent a lot. Checking out my phone I see the headlines and new articles everyone seems to be in a frantic state "Destruction and mayhem..." I let slip under my breath while rolling my eyes.

This is why I want to be a veterinarian, actually be helpful. I always feel like heroes and cops are one in the same... Useless. While I start to bask in the sun I start hear squabbling between two males but their faces are blocked by the thick park trees. Leaning over I notice that one of them ran off. Spotting some oddly familiar shoes as the second person starts to walk into view.

To save myself any more staring embarrassment I quickly go back to closing my eyes at the sun only to feel the Bench's weight shift under my bottom. 'Someone is sitting next to me'. I take a peek and see the crusty pale man from the mall. "Hello?" I state looking for a response. With scrunched eyes he looks over at me and makes eye contact. 'he must not get out often' I think to myself.

"Fancy seeing you here" I chuckle to try and start a conversation. "Yeah." He rasps. 'is that all he knows how to say? What a weirdo maybe I shouldn't have approached him' I think before trying again at entertain him "Thank you accepting my of-ffer" stumbling at the end scared I might be annoying him. "Mmm" he grunts.

You're definitely annoying him.

"Do you want my number?" My words break out of my lips like water in a dam

'jeez why don't you just stalk him at this point' scolding myself.

"What makes you think I do." His words offend me in an odd way. "Well I just figured maybe we could become acquainted better that way...maybe?" Even I seem unsure of what I'm saying. Without another word he slaps his unlocked phone in my lap, hurrying to put my number in under (y/n) (l/n). "Feel free to text me anytime, I gotta head out." I say, I don't really need to leave but I'm pretty sure if I'm here any longer all my embarrassment is going to make me crumble.

bowing politely I turn to leave. "Hey." My head spins around to see the scrubby man now standing and looking at his phone, "Bye.", he nods at me before turning off and leaving as well. 'what a blunt man he must not have a lot of friends.... Oh There I go again judging I should really quit'. I seem to be filled with excitement though. Meeting new people is a rush I haven't had the pleasure of feeling in a while. I feel myself smiling all the way home.

[left-myself-in-the-alleyway]

Forever & Always

Part 3

Warning: Descriptive abuse, panic attack(s) touches lightly on drinking

To anyone who reads this: I wrote this part before I did any research on panic attacks and such so please be kind.

Thanks to @momobucketcomics for editing/co-writing this and making the mood board below.

More thanks to @devotedlybeautifulkingdom- (Tumblr won’t let me tag you!) for showing support for this story.

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I felt someone rubbing my back. Someone, or something was comforting me, telling me I was safe. In the state I was in, I'm surprised I could hear it at all. I could feel the sweat trickling down my face, leaving a wet, slimy trail. I also felt myself calming down, albeit slowly.

It's okay. It's okay. I kept telling myself, desperately wanting to believe it.

I sat up straight and leaned back, still trying to fill my lungs. I could barely get enough air in them without feeling like I was suffocating.

I heard someone say my name.

"Mmhhmm...?" I mumble, my eyes still shut tight.

"Evelyn, can you please open your eyes?" I hear a voice that sounds like Tony ask, sounding... concerned?

Slowly, I comply to my so-called father's wishes.

I opened my eyes to see a sea of faces staring at me, worried expressions on their faces.

...Last time I checked, there weren't this many people in the room. Damn, I'm seeing double again.

I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. Finally, my head was clear enough to speak normally. "I'm sorry... overreaction." I try to cover up.

"I would like to apologize for asking you that. I didn't know you would react that badly." Thor explained. It was badly worded, but...I knew what he meant.

"It's okay. It's not your fault- I shouldn't have let my mind wander..." The last words drifted off into a mutter- I wonder if he could hear me.

"Do I have a room?" I ask quietly. I don't want to stay here for much longer.

"Yes, I um. Yeah." Tony still looked a bit freaked out about my panic attack. I hope he hasn't bitten off more than he can chew by taking me in...

"I can take her to her room, Tony." Steve offers.

"Thanks, Steve." He replied, walking away.

Steve gave me a smile. "Follow me."

Dragging my feet, I grab my backpack and duffle bag. Panic attacks are exhausting.

As soon as we leave the room, it's just the two of us. The hubbub in the last room seemed to have vanished from existence, as if nothing had happened at all. Huh, guess they have soundproofing here too.

"Are you okay?" He asked as the elevator started to move.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I say, trying to get some form of a smile to form on my face. I hate it when people worry about me- I feel like I'm just a nuisance to them.

"You know, when I first came out of the ice, I had panic attacks. Everything was really overwhelming." He admitted. "I found the best thing I could do was talk to people about what happened. War is an ugly thing. You see a lot of things you wish you hadn't."

"It sounds like...you had a hard time leaving the past in the past and embracing the future" I say quietly as we navigate the halls, a whisper being all I could muster.

"You're pretty smart for someone so young. But that is something that you should remember too. Your past may determine your future, but it doesn't have to rule it." He explains as we come to my door, his pure blue eyes boring into my hazel ones.

"If you ever need anything at all, and you can't find Tony, don't be afraid to come to me for help." He said softly. "Just ask JARVIS to take you to my apartment. It's on this floor."

I scrunch my eyebrows. Apartment? "Everyone here has half a floor, except for myself and Tony. He has a whole floor to himself. I have almost a whole floor, so that's why Tony figured it would be a good idea to put you here." He explained.

My eyes go wide. "That's right, you get a small apartment just for you." He chuckled.

I smiled to myself. Maybe this won't be so bad.

"Remember what I said." He says, walking away.

I walk into my room, exhausted. I let go of my bags, letting them land wherever. It's so clean in here, I feel a slight twinge of guilt for messing up the neatness of everything with my scruffy baggage. I look at the rustic, brown clock. Thank God it’s not some weird futuristic aesthetic design, I hate that kind of stuff . It's 6:00.

That means it's only 3:00 back home.

Home. Somehow, the word feels foreign in my mouth- like a new shoe that'll take getting used to, or... Something.

I look at my messy bags laying haphazardly on the floor. My other luggage must be downstairs, wherever Mr. Hogan put them. I'm too tired to care about anything right now. I've got so much to do, but I can't resist taking a quick nap- Then I'll unpack and check out the rest of the apartment.

I flop down on the couch. Closing my eyes, I still can't believe how much my life could change so much over the course of a few hours.

-

Tony trodded over to the lounge bar, searching for the drink he had left behind earlier. He chugged down the glass of alchohol. Even though it was now room-temperature, he savored it rushing down his throat. Then, without even thinking, he poured himself a glass of the strongest bottle on the shelf- Devil's Springs Vodka. He collapsed on the couch sipping his strong drink.

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"No, no! Stop it!" I scream at my mother.

She had just returned from wherever it was that she went. Probably the bar, considering her words were extremely slurred. With every step she took, it was heavier than anything- like ten earthquakes simultaneously rocking my world.

She was hitting me, landing blow after blow over and over again. I wish it would stop.

I need it to stop!

I almost got away, but she latched onto my shirt and pulled me back.

"Oh, darling. You're not getting away that easily!" She laughed as she dug her long, inhumanly sharp nails into my arms. I cried out as I felt the skin start to split and bleed.

She shoved me onto the floor. Before I could be relieved at her release, my head caught the corner of the table on my way down. Pain exploded through my head, and I could feel hot blood welling up somewhere on my face. Through my blurry, spotted vision I saw her chug down another bottle of vile-smelling beer.

Then, instead of doing what I hoped she would do, she threw it at me. I screamed as it shattered on the floor, showering me in broken shards. I cried out one last time as I felt the pieces of glass embed themselves in my flesh, burning deeper and deeper inside me. As I struggled to run away, my hands slipped on the floor that was pooling with my blood and tears. It rose ever higher, fueled by my bodily fluids, threatening to flood the entire room. The salty mixture seeped into my fresh wounds, burning them black.

Before I black out, I hear her say something. Her voice was no longer slurred, but crystal clear. It was sick and twisted, familiar and yet of something nightmarish that you'd only hear in the darkest depths of hell.

"Remember, Evelyn; however far you run, no matter how hard you fight back, I will be with you. Forever... and Always." As she growled those last words, everything faded away into darkness.

-

I shot up out of my restless slumber, drenched in cold sweat. My heart was pounding. I quickly pulled up the sleeves of my pullover, thinking I had woken up after being knocked out. There were only fading bruises and scars. Then, I remembered where I was. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I glanced at the clock. I only slept for 45 minutes, and I'd managed to have one of the worst nightmares in history. Oh, jeez.

I started unpacking my measly possessions. Anything to get my mind off That.

Someone had brought the rest of my bags up and put them in my room. I plopped down on the pristine bedsheets, feeling myself sink down into the mattress. It felt much comfier up here than on the couch. Maybe if I'd crashed on an actual bed, I'd have been spared the horrors of that nightmare.

I hung up a few of my tops in the closet. Most of my clothing consisted of long-sleeved sweaters, which I used to wear to school to hide the marks. I also had one sundress and two maxi skirts. They were beautiful, but I couldn't remember the last time I wore them. Standing on my tiptoes, I put a few of my pants and shorts on the shelves. Some of them were messed up, but I threw them in anyway. I was never any good at folding clothes. From there, I head into the bathroom to unpack all of makeup and other... Necessities.

I wonder if there's any dishes in the cupboards. Skipping off to the mini-kitchen, I went to check. Sure enough, there was. There was also food in the fridge! Am I supposed to live by myself, completely? I wonder to myself, checking out the other contents of the various drawers. The countertops were sparkling, and even inside the compartments of the kitchen, not a jar was out of place. Just the way it will stay, clean.

I fiddled with my phone, looking for my favorite playlist. Ah, found it.

Forgettable by Project 46 filled my ears.

I absentmindedly started to hum along to the song- This soon developed into quiet singing.

The song's beautiful and uplifting melody rejuvenated me. It was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, as I started organizing.

I adjusted a photo of me and my cat, trying to get it just right. I finally get it to sit at the right angle on the little counter beside the kitchen. As I subconsciously sung to the tune of my music, I stepped back to examine the angle of the frame. Suddenly, in between songs, I heard something behind me. It sounded kinda large- maybe mice? Huh, not if the cleaning team can help it. Really Evelyn, this is Stark towers. There won't be mice here. After ridiculing myself a bit more I turn around, thinking I might make some tea. I nearly screamed when I saw a figure in my doorway...

[rustbolt-answers-your-bullshit]

Act 2, Chapter 3: The Blast...

@impageddon @brains-a-stormin

Rustbolt woke up on his own that following morning. No loud shout, no screaming, no ass shock… It was nice. He hopped out of bed and strolled outside, with the sun shining on his face.

He stood out there for a while, just looking around. “All this junk… this trash. It surrounds me. I live in it. But… to me, it's not junk. It's parts of a whole, a whole that I make, that I make. I see things in ways that other zombies don't. I'm different because I'm a hero.

“... But I'm I different for some other reason, too? I mean, about three days ago I would have said no, but… Maybe I AM different for another reason. Over these last few days I’ve been through so much. I've experienced so much. I’ve LIVED. I, a zombie, have LIVED. And even though I'll never be alive again, I can still live. I see it in Electric Boogaloo, too. The way he laughs at a funny joke, when he dances and his body moves so perfectly with the music, even in just plain conversation I see it. He and I… we’re different for the same reason. We both can LIVE. And you know what?” Rustbolt looked at himself, and smiled. “...Maybe that's not so bad.”

He stood there for a few more minutes, just admiring the way the sunlight reflected off of the piles of metal, in shades of brown, gray, and even some gold. Copper bits covered the floors and shewn and twinkled. It was like the stars, but in the day, and not above you. Okay so it wasn't really like stars. But Rustbolt had never really taken time to stop and admire the oddly breathtaking aspect of it. After maybe a half hour, he finally walked back inside and walked over to his suit. His eyes searched it, scanning it. He didn't need this where he was going. At least not all of it. All he needed was the boots. However, this new version of his old suit was split into four, and hip down was all one piece now. So, he put them on and walked outside, but not before grabbing a small sac of clinging change. Where he was headed, money would be needed.

He flew off and looked down onto the ground. It didn't even occur to him that he was supposed to be pretending to be dead, but then again all the zombies were so used to it, they didn't think anything of it, either. Rustbolt flew for a while, mostly looking down on zombies, until he finally reached it. Grass. There was a very prominent line where vegetation stopped and rocks and cracked dirt started. Ah, yes. The border between plants and zombies. It was a heavily militarized zone: Garlic drones and rotobegas patrolled the skies, and the same on the zombie side, with zombot drones and balloon zombies. Tall-nuts constructed a border wall, a bit back of the actual grassline. The zombies didn’t have a wall. They had a fence, with pretty much round-up (the weed killer) making a sort of moat. There was a bit of space between the nuts and the moat, but nobody dared venture into that thin strip of land, plant and zombie alike.

Gulping, Rustbolt flew cautiously along the border. He knew there was a weak point. It was the part where the tall-nuts stop and the mobile plants start. He kept going and saw a few weeds. He was getting close. As he got closer, more and more weeds started looking up at him, and some even followed him, waiting for him to land. Finally Rustbolt landed. The weeds seized their chance, only to watch the zombie rise back into the air. He pulled out an imp grenade and tossed it down. The weeds became suspended, and there were so many that they started bumping into each other and pushing and shoving. Rustbolt zoomed through, hastily making his way into LEAF’s territory. They had their own building, 2 apartment complexes for guests and plants that worked there, and even a fountain in front. Rustbolt landed in front of the door and pressed the small button to the right of the door, under a screen and above a speaker. A sting bean appeared on the screen, and her eyes widened. As she was about to what Rustbolt could only assume was sound an alarm, he said “I’m here to talk to Nightcap. Tell him Rustbolt’s waiting by the fountain.”

The sting bean stared at the zombie in awe. He didn't have on his helmet but every plant knew Rustbolt’s heavy breathing from a mile away. She nodded and the screen shut off. He walked to the fountain slowly, and he found himself admiring stuff again. The beautiful blue sky, the soft-looking grass, a uniform shade of bright green, with dew drops twinkling in the glow of the sun. And it was then that he realized, he was being reminded of his junkyard. The bits of shiny metal and the drops of dew weren’t really all that different.

“Rustbolt,” came a voice filled with hate. Rustbolt turned and saw Nightcap, right behind him. He flinched and squealed when he realized the mushroom had snuck up in him.

“Jesus Christ dude. Get a bell or something!”

Nightcap examined the zombie hero. “No shrink ray.”

Rustbolt shook his head. “I don't need it.”

Nightcap glared. “Why not?” He asked, with only mild curiosity.

“I just need you to give me something,” he started. Nightcap opened his mouth to say something but, he noticed Rustbolt wasn't done, and he closed his mouth and motioned for the zombie to continue. “I heard from somewhere, can't remember if it was Solar Flare or maybe Zomboss, but I heard that you drink tea.”

Nightcap nodded, then narrowed his eyes. “Why do you care,” He snarled.

Rustbolt sighed. “I need some. I’ve got alot going on at the moment and I’d… it would mean alot to me. Please.”

Nightcap’s hate drained right out of his face. As if he understood Rustbolt's disposition. He nodded a few times, then hopped back inside the building.

...HOPPED.

Rustbolt snickered. It was funny watching him actually move, because he did it completely silently. After a minute or two of awkward occasional eye contact of Rustbolt and the sting bean secretary through the lobby window, both trying to act occupied but making occasional eye contact, as if waiting for the other to look at them, Nightcap finally emerged. In his hand, once our hero managed to pry his eyes away from the bean pea plant, was a bag. “I assume that, like GK, you have a coffeemaker.”

Rustbolt took the bag, nodded, then smiled. “You call Grass Knuckles GK?”

Nightcap rolled his eyes. “Why do you care?”

“I call Electric Boogaloo 'EB.’”

Nightcap looked up and made eye contact. “Oh.” He seemed almost sorry for asking why Rustbolt cared in such a hateful tone. “Now get outta here, before I give you an but with mushrooms.”

Rustbolt gagged, and almost threw up. Then he did, right in the grass.

Nightcap tilted his head. “I've… never seen a zombie throw up.”

“It's a zombie hero thing,” Rustbolt lied. Actually, it was a HIM thing. If it was in face because he was a hero, well then he must have a very weak stomach. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Anyways, thank you, Nightcap.” But Nightcap was gone. Rustbolt sighed and flew off, the tea in his hands. Just before he left the HQ he turned back around, landing in front of the door again.

He pressed the button once more, and the sting bean came up again. “Hello yes, welcome to the headquarters of LEAF, the League of Extraordinary Action Foliage, how can I help you today?~” The whole time, she made eye contact with Rustbolt, as if happy he was back.

“I forgot to give this to Nightcap.” He held up the bag of coins.

The sting bean had a small look of joy on her face. “Come in and leave them on the desk,” the said without hesitation. The door unlocked and Rustbolt went to the desk, placing the money down. He smiled at the sting bean, and she blushed a small bit. He glanced at the small employee name tag.

“Have a nice day Stacy,” he said to her as he left, acknowledging that he had read the name.

“Y-you too!~” the sting bean shouted back.

Rustbolt left the building and flew off, laughing. Had he really just flustered a plant? What the heck??? Either way, who cared, he had the tea. He opened the bag and smelled it a little. An herbal, floral small filled his nostrils. He gagged a tiny bit, he was used to coffee and he, like other zombies, had grown to hate the smell of plants.

All the way home he practiced getting used to the small, and by the time he walked through the front door it smelled almost appealing to him. He went to the kitchen, and put the grounds in his coffeemaker. Well, most of them. He kept a few in a napkin to smell them. Yep, he liked the smell now.

Suddenly the Smash's face was on a wall. “Rustbolt! Had to use emergency wall communicator, weren't answering your phone.”

His thick Russian accent snapped Rustbolt back to reality. “Oh, uh… sorry.”

“Listen, we need to fire beam soon. Douglas can only distract for so long. I have it trained on you.”

“Okay,” Rustbolt said.

Now, the way that okay was taken was not the way it was meant. Rustbolt meant it as “I understand,” but The Smash took it as “okay, fire.” So, he took aim, and shot the small contraption, then immediately returned it to its rightful place on Zomboss’ desk.

However, Rustbolt wasn’t expecting his ass to once again be shocked, but this time by the hero-tron.

“Uh…. Rustbolt?” Smash was back on the wall screen. “It says beam hit plant AND zombie. Something you like to explain maybe.”

Rustbolt gulped. He looked down at the tea he had been smelling. It wasn’t there. “Uh…….”

“What's problem?” The Smash asked.

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHH SHIIIIIIT”

Smash looked to his left. “Zomboss coming, got to go.” And he hung up.

Horrified, Rustbolt looked down at his arms.

Small leaves had sprouted from his skin. The stems were a gradient of plant flesh to zombie flesh.

What had he just gotten himself into.