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rascallyrose92 · 1 month ago
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Rewatching the Avengers so I can experience peak superhero fiction again:)
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revelboo · 2 days ago
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I'm waiting very impatiently for my boy. I will have an army of Waves.
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Nice! Copter Wasp arrived today. I’m dying that they gave him a crotch stinger, though
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Worker Bee Pt 18
Waspinator x Reader
• Swearing you grab at the electrical cord for the microwave to unplug because it’s smoking and sparking. And then you’re swearing because the cord is so hot it burns your palm. Grabbing a dish towel and yanking the plug loose, then turning to snatch the sprayer head for the sink, cranking the water on full blast and hosing the microwave down in a sort of mute panic. Aware of Waspinator lingering in the doorway, servos clasped together and thankfully keeping out of the way. Also aware of the fire alarm still screaming as your burned palm manages to break through the adrenaline kick.
• You’re just standing there staring at the little, food box and you release the sprayer suddenly to send it banging as it retracts back into place. And his antenna flatten back waiting for the anger. Had only been trying to prove he can take care of you. Had put your food things from the cold box in the small one. Added some of the snacks you call spoons for good measure and had made it beep and hum like you do. But it has gone wrong. “Little friend?” It’s then he notices your hand. How red and shiny your palm is.
• He’s right there when you turn, servos reaching and you walk past him, grabbing the broom from by the fridge and aggressively stabbing at the fire alarm until you knock it loose, and bending to awkwardly fumble the battery out of it with one hand. You’re definitely feeling the burn now, can’t close your fingers, skins feeling tight and throbbing with your heartbeat. And you’re pretty sure you’re about to start bawling again. Feel one of his hands catch at the back of your shirt. “I can’t right now, okay?”
• “Little friend hurt,” he insists, catching your wrist in his other hand to examine your hand. And your eyes are blank as you stare at him. “Waspinator trying to help.” Why does he always get things wrong? Knows something is wrong with him, that he doesn’t think quite right sometimes, but he tries. And it’s always wrong. Maybe he deserves to be hurt. Almost wishes you’d lash out instead of just looking at him like that.
• “It’s fine,” you insist, trying to tug free and freezing when he bends over your trapped hand, mandibles spreading and glossa sliding over your palm. Tensing for more pain. And surprised when the pain eases instead as he pins his antenna back and keeps laving your palm with his glossa. Numbing it somehow. Apparently bug breath has magic spit. Still disgusting even if you are slightly thankful for it. Those big optics flicking hesitantly up at you as his wings fidget. Calming enough to remember what he’d said before. About dating.
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intothedysphoria · 4 months ago
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There was a boy who lived on the other side of town.
Hawkins was a small town but it had a pretty explicit wealth divide. There were a solid wall of three streets where people had three, even four story houses and their own pools. Walk beyond that line and it looked pretty grim. Well, his parents said it did. Steve privately thought the people who lived in those houses looked much happier.
Except for one house. The Hargrove’s.
The dad was ex Marines and was a fucking piece of work. He’d go on ranting about anyone and everyone in the mall, clutching his wife’s hand in a vice. She was quiet and didn’t really seem to do much apart from occasionally pushing her daughter into getting more dresses. The kids were far more interesting.
A red headed thirteen year old girl who trudged around with a skateboard and him. He looked like a movie star but he was constantly limping, like he was injured. Supposedly, he’d taken Steve’s arbitrarily assigned crown but he didn’t even talk to anyone. He just scowled and sometimes Steve saw him crying.
It was all really sad and Steve was going to do something about it. He wasn’t sure what but he was at least going to try.
Steve tried to talk to him once after class. Hargrove looked him up and down then promptly spat on his shoes. The nice ones he’d just got for Christmas.
He talked funny too. It wasn’t just because he was from California, Steve had watched enough tv to pinpoint that accent. He talked rough and gutteral, with a harshness to his voice that suggested he’d been smoking from the age of 10.
Hop arrested him for minor drug charges on Christmas Day. The news spread fast in a town like Hawkins. Not because he’d been smoking weed but because they’d had to carry him out on a stretcher.
The hospital bed was his cell. Steve sent flowers because it felt like the right thing to do given the circumstances. Poppies.
They were still on Hargrove’s bedside table when he left. Medical fees had been paid off by the town. Mr Harrington had even snuck a 100 dollar bill into the pot.
One day Billy approached him. There was a vulnerability to him, shoulders hunched as he asked if there was anywhere he could stay for the night. Neil Hargrove had kicked him out.
Billy was enamoured by Steve’s record player and ran to his own collection to shove them under the needle. Apparently Joy Division was what he played to everyone before he introduced them to the heavy stuff. Steve would have almost preferred Metallica or WASP to Love Will Tear Us Apart. There was something so incredibly bleak about the lyrics and Steve wondered if that was how Billy saw the world.
Steve had leftover pierogies and latkes in the fridge but Billy politely said he preferred to make his own food. He then made a soup with scotch bonnet peppers in which looked delicious but Steve knew he wouldn’t be able to handle.
Billy took the bed. Steve took the couch. There was a pile of porn mags buried under the pile of stuff and Steve knew he should’ve just left it. He was just curious and toed a page open.
There was a photo which looked like it had been taken behind an alleyway, of a large, bearded man in denim with another man in a suit on his knees. That magazine was shoved back down to the bottom of the pile.
Billy was queer. Steve had seen videos from New York, Los Angeles, London recently, of gaunt men on hospital beds, clinging to the hands of kind faced women. The news had said that was what happened if you were queer. Agony. Death. But Billy seemed fit and healthy.
Billy wasn’t going to die of that disease. Of AIDS. Steve wouldn’t let him.
The next morning, Billy used the shower for too long, ate nothing but a single slice of toast and left by 6AM. Steve watched him go and wondered if he would come back.
Come back he did, promptly that same evening. Billy made a grilled cheese, which of course had ghost chilli in it, and watched MTV. They had a long conversation about nuclear disarmament which Steve only half followed, then they both went to bed.
Things went on like that for several weeks. Billy would put on a wide variety of records and sometimes they would dance. Sometimes Steve would just watch Billy shake his head so hard, it may as well have fallen off.
They started sharing one meal for a change. Stir fry, steak with mashed potatoes, something Billy proudly proclaimed as toad in the hole, which was just battered sausage. All things his grandfather had taught him to cook.
The sleeping situation also got more complicated.
Due to the length of time that Billy was staying over now, there didn’t feel like there was any point in Steve staying indefinitely on the couch.
So they shared a bed. Steve listened to Billy taking long, deep breaths each night and wondered if he was a queer too.
That question was answered on New Years Eve.
Steve had drunk quite a lot. Billy had probably drunk more. Soft Cell was playing on the radio and Steve was humming along to the tune, making popping sounds with his mouth to the synths.
The song changed to a new track from Frankie Goes To Hollywood and Billy grabbed his arms, spinning them both across the room. It was fun, then Steve felt like he was going to be sick so they had to stop.
Billy was lying down on the floor next to him, giggling with flushed cheeks, then declared he hadn’t had a midnight kiss yet.
He was obviously joking but something in Steve’s chest took it deadly serious because he was climbing into Billy’s chest. They were breathing in the same air.
Billy blinked twice, eyelashes glowing and Steve decided to stop caring.
The kiss didn’t set him alight. It didn’t kill him. It didn’t even eject him from the house. All it did was send a warm tingly feeling down his back and towards his groin. The feeling was indescribable.
Billy asked if they could do that again.
Steve said yes.
For @shieldofiron @robthegoodfellow @dragonflylady77 @oopsiedaisiesbaby @harringroveobsessed @bigdumbbambieyes @thatgirlwithasquid for being so cool I hope you like it (I am genuinely so ill right now I probably won’t remember that I wrote this in like two hours)
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asexualsinner · 5 months ago
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More Ghoul Headcanons: Kitchen Edition
Mountain
Hides his snacks on the top shelf to avoid the others stealing them
Has to use a recipe when cooking
Likes hearty meals like stews
Is an excellent shadow, will assist any of the other ghouls or Copia when asked.
Likes to just be in the kitchen
Is the embodiment of a pioneer woman mom
Loves to bake
CanNOT handle spice
Thinks cayenne is spicy
Favorite food is chili and drink is tea
Favorite snacks are fig newtons (yes he knows that they're made with wasps, he thinks it's funny)
Carries epi pens on him for the others
Rain
Is obsessed with making smoothies
Isn't allowed to use the stove after using water on a grease fire
Nearly burned half the abbey down
It's fine, he prefers salads anyway
Do not trust this ghoul with a knife he will find a way to hurt himself by accident
Is just a disaster when in the kitchen
Favorite food is smoked salmon thanks to Dew
Fancy ✨bitch✨ that puts mint and fruits in his water
Is the only ghoul to like Kale
Has a high spice tolerance
Takes forever to do the dishes bc he'll play in the water instead
Dew/Sodo
Favorite snacks are seaweed sheets and Takis
His taste buds went "weird" after his transition
He can't decide what he likes anymore, spicy? Fish? So he decided on both. Sometimes neither
Loves to smoke foods, begs Mountain for dried wood flavors for it
Dew learning to smoke properly was heavy trial and error, some things were edible some were very much not
His favorite changes weekly, but ATM it's smoked veggies and tofu
Is a big garbage ghoul, will throw everything together on a plate and eat it
Drinks coffee but doesn't like energy drinks
Has moderate spice tolerance
Will try anything once
Surprisingly one of the better cooks in the pack
Is lactose intolerant. No this doesn't stop him. Why would it?
Doesn't need a recipe, cooks from memory or guesswork
Has everything labeled and dated
Swiss
NO spice tolerance
Tries to compete with Dew, Cumulus and Rain and it never ends well
Loves comfort food!!! Give this ghoul Macncheese or pierogies and he's happy
Can follow boxed instructions or strict recipes but tries to "improve" them
Survives off of Redbull
Doesn't know the difference between a chef's knife and a paring knife
Thinks bc he's a multi ghoul he can pull pans out of the oven without mitts - has been treated for burns multiple times
Hates doing the dishes
His go to snacks are gummy worms or jerky
Will eat expired food thinking it'll be fine - it never is
Is a 3am fridge raider
Phantom/Aeon
Loves pancakes, absolute favorite food though is fettuccine Alfredo. Has to be fettuccine noodles, spaghetti isn't the same
Has texture issues with food
Absolutely hates ground meats, the texture is bad
Has a sweet tooth
Is a surprisingly decent cook, can manage without recipes
Baking is beyond him
Mistook baking soda for sugar once and Mountain banned him from baking ever again
Doesn't like eggs
Is allergic to peanut butter
Favorite snacks are Oreos or rice crackers
Enjoys cranberry juice
Can't have caffeine - gives him headaches
Aether
One of the better cooks in the pack
Is one of the only ones that can finish the dishes without distractions
Is allergic to citrus fruits
Has an app on his phone to scan packages for ingredients
Will practically drink soy sauce he loves it so much
Favorite snack is cucumbers and Italian dressing
Prefers strawberry jam over grape jelly
Doesn't like seafood
Favorite food is deer chili - shares this with Mountain
Wears gloves when cooking to avoid cross contamination
Cumulus
SPICE QUEEN
Has done every spice challenge possible, downs it like it's nothing
Like Swiss, can read box instructions but don't trust her past that
Has burnt frozen pizza before
Favorite snacks are tortillas and ghost pepper salsa
Eats jalapenos like candy
Needless to say she terrifies others
Favorite food is homemade ramen - she begs the others to make it for her
Package ramen isn't the same
Likes to do the dishes and help out in the kitchen
Does need a step stool however
Favorite drink is hazelnut coffee
Aurora
Junk food junkie
Favorite snacks are Skittles and kettle cooked potato chips
Prefers vitamin water over regular water
Likes to make quick easy meals like grilled cheese etc
Eats at the oddest times, breakfast is 2pm and dinner has been at 4am for her
Leaves her dishes in the sink like a gremlin
Has been banned from eating in the living room
Gets easily distracted while cooking
If she puts her mind to it, can make really elaborate dishes for the pack
However she makes a huge mess of the kitchen when doing so
Cirrus
Can identify spices/ingredients after tasting things once
Is also lactose intolerant, takes lactaid frequently
Loves Korean BBQ
Likes differing temperatures (cold food that's spicy, mints, etc)
Loves blackberries and celery
Is a very good cook, can make most things after trying them once
Her favorite drink is bubble tea
Has medium spice tolerance, like spicy flavor rather than the heat
Would rather dry and put away the dishes than wash them
Has a massive sweet tooth like phantom
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nerdraging4point0 · 4 months ago
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E*Motionless (Chris Motionlessxreader fic)
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Fanclub: @synthetic-wasp-570 @yournecessaryevil @tearfallpixie @ladyveronikawrites @beaker1636 @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @rumoured-whispers @dominuslunae
Tropes and Tags: ememies to lovers, friends with benefits, rough sex, public adjacent sex, PinV, angst, third person female reader POV.
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Touring was exhausting.
Even on a bus the size of this one it was hard to get comfortable. Band and crew shoved into the tight space, there was hardly any elbow room left. Curled up in the fetal position tightly coiled under her blanket on the beige leather couch, Natalie stirred awake, stretching her legs out her feet hits Rick’s guitar tech. He didn’t stir at all as her feet recoiled back to her body. Her muscles felt tight all over she’d been curled up like this for weeks anytime she slept, sometimes she’d be able to catch a nap in the afternoon- sprawled out on the couch or floor, any place that would allow her leg room-but it was rare anymore. She could hear the soft breathing and snores of all the crew around her, multiple bodies piled onto the twin couches and floor in between. The smell of coffee from the Keurig was absent, meaning it was still too early for even Rick to be up. Rick was one of the early risers if what you call waking up at 9 a.m early. With their life it was the earliest anyone would be up at home Nat would be up by 7 ready to start her day. She tossed off her blanket stretching again with the limited room she had before stepping through the landmine of bodies over to her phone sitting on the kitchen counter.
It wasn’t really a kitchen, just a single section of the wall that had a sink, fridge, and cabinets to store their snacks and necessities. Just like the chaotic sleeping bodies cords and phones littered the countertop making her amazed the bus didn’t short circuit. It was probably impossible for that to happen, but she was no mechanic, so the thought still crossed her mind. Finding her phone among the pile she opened it up to the check the time it was just before nine. The bus was still moving but the soft way it would stop and start up again meant they were close to their next venue. Correction. Their last venue.
She couldn’t be happier to be off the road she was homesick for her one-bedroom apartment, its’ old floor and cracked paint would be a sight for sore eyes at this moment. Scrolling through her phone the bus lurched to a stop causing the crew to wake and start moving around to find their clothes and get dressed. She found her back grabbing her clothes as fast as she could, but she wasn’t fast enough, Zach pushed past her and took his spot in the bathroom. Not wanting to wait she moved through the tight hallway to the back of the bus, sliding the door open to the bunks Rick was leaning over the side of his bunk hair a mess as he tried to bring himself to wake up.
Passed the bunks was a small room that could be used as a lounge, but usually it was used as storage and a spare changing place. With the band still sleeping it was never used this early in the morning, she patted Ricks knee as she passed, he responded with a grumbly good morning. It wasn’t really him she was worried about. Chris always slept in the bunk behind Rick, it was tradition since they first started touring together.  She was only a tech, often helping anywhere she was needed, primarily working at the merch stand. Despite her low profile throughout the tour, she and Chris had been at odds with each other during their tour, his sometimes-inconsiderate sarcasm and brooding stares made her blood pressure rise. While she never responded with disrespect to the singer, her silence and lack of enthusiasm working with him was response enough.
She tried to be as quiet as possible walking past his open bunk, his body turned so his back faced the alleyway, she thought it would have been easy to sneak by him. She had been wrong. “And where are you going?” his groggy morning voice asked, the sound had a little more bass in it than she was used to. Her body reacted by jumping back hugging her clothes to her chest.
“To get dressed.” She responded when she’d finally caught herself enough to speak.
“Couldn’t do that somewhere else?” his voice still growling.
“Give me five minutes. It won’t be an issue. It’s the night before the last show, cut me some slack.” She barked, opening the door to the back lounge before sliding it shut to change.
She continued to argue with herself about the lack of communication between the two of them. She’d been warned that although he was a nice person at heart and really enjoyed everyone he worked with and loved what he did for a living his perfectionist and workaholic tendencies would cause him to lash out at anyone within reach. She figured it would be the occasional freak out and he’d be back to normal. Nope. The man would sulk around about it keeping it buried in his chest until it all was just too much to handle.
The days off on tour helped, he’d hide away from the group or go on his own adventures, giving him time to decompress. She could never remember if there was something she’d done wrong on tour with anything specific, but nothing was coming to mind.
After dressing and pushing past the band in their bunks, afraid to interact with the demon anymore, she headed back to the front of the bus to help anyone who needed it. Back home it was easy for them to prepare for the last show, they had parked at the warehouse and started to unload the pieces that needed repair were trash or not necessary for the last show of the tour. Zach worked through Vinny’s drum set removing the broken pedals and counting new ones to make sure he had extra. Nat took inventory of the merchandise remaining, some T shirts and hoodies were low in stock-but not like she would have the time to get more-they had ordered over 2000 hoodies for the tour, one of the things that had set Chris off to begin with.
Weeks after starting the tour fans had complained that the craftsmanship of the merch was weak at best, the material falling apart in their washing machines, designs cracking, it had been a mess. Chris beat himself up for weeks saying he should have reviewed the merchandise twice before agreeing to the pieces. But not before snapping at the techs about it, he never blamed her or them, just got snappy and short tempered. Rick suggested they make up for it in other ways and whatever plan the two had come up with seemed to work for them, the singer had calmed down and the tour went on.
Unloading, cleaning, organizing, and loading some more resulted in a very tired and hungry crew. Vin piped up to the group and offered a Pizza Party at his home, Nat almost wanted to refuse, her body crying out for her own apartment and bed for just a few hours before she’d be summoned to the bus again. But one by one, as everyone agreed, she felt pressured to say yes.
Vin’s place was what she expected and not all at the same time, there was furniture, but it didn’t look like anything other than the living room couch being used. Floors were clean but not a lot hanging on the mustard-colored walls, there was food packed in the kitchen but mismatched plates and cups. The dining room table was full of pizza boxes and bottles of wine, while some of the crew popped open the bottles of wine and someone offered the weed they’d brought in, the party started to liven up. Through the loud noise and laughter, she pushed around people to find Vin.
“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, leaning into his ear so he could hear her.
“Upstairs. First door on the left.”
“You couldn’t spring for one downstairs?” she giggled.
“It’s being renovated. Take it or leave it.” Returning the smile and chuckling. He’d been such a gracious and excited host despite how drained he looked. She leaned over giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek before heading upstairs. Upstairs the party was muted, it was nice, she spent a little extra time sitting up there to regroup, Chris had walked in about thirty minutes ago and she was already looking for excuses to leave. Not that he’d done anything to bother her for the night, he’d been bubbly since he walked in. It was the choice of outfit that had her mouth running dry and watering all at the same time-leather jacket over a swoop neck tank top, black jeans and converse, black shades over his eyes-she needed to leave before she did something she knew she’d regret.
When she was ready to join the living she washed her hands, drying them on the black and red hand towel Vin had hanging by the sink. She’d barely gotten the bathroom door open when Chris’s six-foot tall frame was pushing past the dark wood, his hand resting on her abdomen pushing her back into the bathroom. He turned, making them face one another, her back to the sink and his to the wall. Looking up at him his face showed the heavy weeks of exhaustion-bags under both eyes, his cheeks sinking in, shadows of stubble at his jaw line and above his lip-if it hadn’t been for the sparkle in his eyes, she would have thought he was dead on his feet. His big hand pressed into the door made it impossible for her to open it, she’d turn the knob and pull only for Chris’s body weight to slam it shut again.
“Stop doing that.” He teased.
“Then let me out.”
“Fine. You want out?” He took one stride and closed the distance, his body practically pressed against hers. Turning the knob, he pulled the door open enough for her to slide by if she wanted. The heat from his body and the smell of his cologne, the way his fingers curled around the doorknob-chipped black nail polish and tattooed skin-grip relaxed, barely hanging onto the metal.
“Go then.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the way the words made her skin vibrate put her feet in park. While she had found him annoying and inconsiderate sometimes his humor and good nature made her think he wasn’t so bad. The way he performed on stage, the way he looked in his make-up, the charm-all things that made him extremely attractive and often irresistible. She couldn’t look at him just at the half open door watching it slowly shut and his fingers turning the lock slowly. Her breathing quickened as her heart started to pound in her ears. It wasn’t professional to have relationships with the band or crew, it made for awkward times on the road and even more awkward interactions later. Did that stop her from having crushes on any of them? No.
Every so often the sexual frustration would rear its ugly head and the shameless flirting with either the sweet drummer, intelligent guitarist, two of the techs, and even Chris himself made that rule a little difficult. Of course, she’d never done anything about it, another downfall of sharing such a confined space with the rest of the group-no place to take care of your own personal needs. The only times would be in the shower or if you could catch a free minute on the bus between all the work that needed to be done.
She knew what Vin was doing at 1 am when the rest of the team was starting to crash for the night, the extra time he’d spend in the bus bathroom a relieved look on his face as he made his way back to bed. It was another reason why Rick was such an early riser-wake up, Keurig, stroke his dick, drink coffee, get on with the day. She never bothered to pay attention to Chris, but he would usually be better after his days off, and the only thing she could think of was that he paid for it-or found some groupie on the streets.
Here in Vin’s bathroom with Chris towering over her practically pinning her to the bathroom sink, she couldn’t deny how turned on it made her.
When his fingers rubbed over her cheek then down her neck to push the hair out of the way she made a mental promise she’d only make out with him. That’s all. She straightened herself up the shift in bodies bringing her face closer to Chris their noses brushing against one another. Not sure who moves first or how it all happened suddenly their lips are entwined, tongues sliding over one another tasting each other hands exploring as much of their bodies as they can through their clothes. She doesn’t stop him when he slides his hands down to the elastic of her pants, hooking his fingers through them and her panties pulling the fabric down her legs with harsh forceful tugs. She shimmies her hips until her clothes are at her ankles, kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them all without breaking the kiss.
Chris breaks them apart, lips swollen and panting as he slides down to his knees, hooking her leg over his shoulder, the instant his tongue slides inside her she feels all thoughts of how bad this could be and the consequences of their actions drowning and dying with the obscene sounds she begins making. One of his arms is hooked around the leg currently draped over his shoulder holding tight to her thigh, his free hand pushing her other out of the way opening herself to him as his face buries itself deeper. Her hand finds its way into his dark orchid hair tightening around the strands encouraging him to continue what he’s doing.
She’s whimpering, biting her lip raw as she tries to keep the noises to a minimum. Her back is curving and arching her body in a way that humans should not be capable of. Feeling the orgasm building up in her she fights, wanting to push him away, not wanting to give in to whatever they were doing. Chris growls taking her thighs in his grip so hard the soft flesh is being pushed between his fingers she’ll have bruises by morning. Her thighs tighten squeezing as she clenches around his tongue a guttural noise bleeding from her throat as she comes for him.
“Fuck,” he rasped coming up to his full height “you should see your face.”
His hands took her shoulders in a firm grip spinning her around to face the round mirror on the wall. Her copper hair hanging in front of her face strands moving with her breath as she tried desperately to catch it. Chris’s grip loosened from her shoulders to run down her arms with a feathery touch, he stopped at her wrist pulling the elastic band gathering her hair to tie it back into a messy ponytail.
“There,” he purred “Now you can see.”
She looked at her own reflection, the face looking back at her unrecognizable. Her cheeks were flushed, jaw laxed as she tried desperately to normalize her breathing, eyes heavy and unfocused.  
“I’m not done with you, pumpkin.” His sneakers kicked her feet open spreading her legs again for him, the force of his push so much that she braced herself with both hands on the sink. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh feeling the muscles quiver under his fingers, she was about to protest, suggest that get back downstairs to the party but two fingers sliding inside her silenced that protest. Her head dropped down fingers curling on the countertop. A sudden jerk of her ponytail made her eyes snap open and refocus on the mirror in front of her, Chris stood behind her, his dark eyes the only thing peering over the top of her head. Already a beautiful dark brown they looked obsidian with the lust he’d become consumed with.
“I want you to see your face when you come.”
His fingers scissored open and closed swirling around before opening and closing again, stretching her walls with expert skills. She couldn’t watch her own face, it was too awkward, but her eyes remained focused on the mirror watching his instead. With each movement of his fingers, she could see his eyes widen, eyebrows twitch, mouth fall open, tongue darting out to lick his lips before pulling them between his teeth.
“So tight. Fuck baby.” He continued to whisper dark and dirty words as his fingers buried into her to the knuckle. She starts to grind down on his fingers whimpering as she wants more, his hand has a grip on her ponytail and her mind silently asks him to pull on it again. He wraps her hair around his hand tugging her back so his chest is pressed tight to her back, fingers still buried deep inside her.
“Say the word and I’ll stop.” He’s giving her the out. He’s giving her the opportunity to say no, this is her only chance to take it. She doesn’t, she feels that she’s passed the point of no return and now she’d rather burn the bridge than cross it back to the other side. He presses his face into her cheek, nose running through her hair as he inhales her scent, it’s feral, it’s animalistic, it’s so fucking hot. His lips press into her ear, and she can feel his hot breath against her skin. “You gonna come for me my sweet?”
The harsh thrust of his digits makes her rock onto her toes, but his body holds her firmly in place hand tightening on her ponytail to keep her face on the mirror in front of her. Her pupils are blown wide, her mouth hanging open uncontrollably, cheeks are darkening as the blood rushes to her face, she can see her shoulders shaking from her hands supporting most of her weight, her legs nearly incapable of doing their job.
“I need you to come, baby. I want to fuck you.” His teeth take her ear lobe nipping at the soft skin. He starts to grind into her hip, and she can feel how hard he is beneath his jeans. She grinds down hard on his fingers, feeling the coil tighten trying to please him to the best of her ability.
 “You want my dick don’t you, pumpkin?” she whined in response. Grinding back into him hoping he got the message. The loss of his fingers as he pulled them out made her cry, she felt empty body short circuiting. When the pressure of his body weight releases from her back she spins around, he is shocked, probably thinking she’s going to grab her clothes and take off. Instead, she reaches for his jeans undoing the button and sliding down the zipper pushing his clothes down only far enough to set his cock free.
She gasps finally seeing it for herself, she’d thought about it more than once and to see it with her own eyes her mouth starts to water. He lifts her up onto the counter helping her balance as he lines up pushing slowly into her. She hisses as he stretches her, all that work with his fingers and it still didn’t open her up enough for him. A harsh snap of his hips buries himself deeper into her and she cries out, the sounds echoing off the walls. ‘
Chris grabbed the hand towel she’d dried her hands on earlier, pulling it from the ring practically yanking it off the wall. He covered her face with it, the fibers between her teeth and on her tongue. “Can’t have you doing that. As much as I like it, I don’t need to be interrupted.”
Chris moves in a methodic rhythm; one she has seen him do with his mic stand countless times on stage. When he is satisfied with his movements and the pain in her has turned to a beautiful pleasure he rips the hand down from her face, licking into her mouth in a filthy kiss as he continues to roll in and out of her. The drag of his cock on her walls has her gripping at his shirt pulling him closer. She could see now why the late-night hook ups found it so hard to leave the bus in the morning, the way he had her melting was intoxicating.
Breaking away from him she’s breathless, forehead pressed against his hand braced on the edge of the sink her knuckles turning white, her other hand cupping the back of his neck as she lifted herself up meeting his thrusts. His hot breath was panting in her face, tongue sliding out to find her mouth before he’d bring it back in again, she’d never see that tongue the same way again. Her legs wrap around his waist bringing him into her as his hips roll and she’s coming with raspy breathes, his name the only thing she can say. Two more sharp thrusts and he is right behind her, still joined and panting pleasure rides itself out and the guilt and shame settles into her bones. She holds herself steady as he places her on the ground reaching to grab her clothes and put them out with a blank expression on her face.
She remains stone cold as she leaves the bathroom without a word to the singer. Heading downstairs where Vin and Logan have gotten themselves into a makeshift sword fight, Rick is leaning against the hallframe watching the exchange with a grin on his face. Ryan puffing on his vape his girl tucked under his arm while the remaining guests are sitting in the living and dining room finishing off the food.
“You look tired.” Rick comments when he sees her face.
“I feel it.” She agrees “I need a good solid sleep before tomorrow.” She turns to see Vin push Logan over, the tech falling to the ground like he’d been savagely murdered.
“Vin, you mind if I dip out. It’s been a great party.”
“Nah,” the drummer muses not even looking at her “I’ll see you later anyway. G’night.”
She pushes past the crowd and out into the chilly night air. She jumps in her car pulling out of his crowded driveway and street heading to the warehouse where the bus lays waiting for them. Maybe in the silence, she’ll get some much-deserved sleep.
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writer-rubes · 1 year ago
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Two Magical Friends
A FNAF:SB AU fanfic
Notes: Before I go in- hi. First writing piece on the page? Cool. Sorry to those who prefer AO3, but honestly I have friends there who don’t know about this fandom, so- Guess I’m putting my self indulgent stuff here!
Also, big thanks to @ayyy-imma-ninja for giving me the power to do this. Seriously, you have unleashed a monster /j I decided to start simple, with an AU that I’ve seen a lot on your page, and one that I love!
Anyways, enough stalling. Let’s hop in with a little bit of wholesome fluff!
The Fairy AU Sun and Moon belong to @ayyy-imma-ninja
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Julia has always believed in fairies. She watched every animated movie featuring them known to man, she has countless fairy dolls, all she draws are fairies, and a lot of her clothes are what she imagines that fairies wear. She loved fairies, and always wanted to see one and become it’s friend.
The rest of her family kept thinking she was getting a bit too intense with her belief in fairies. She was six years old and her obsession has not died down. They would have thought it would have gone down a little, but no. Her obsession had only grown with her. Every day, she left a small bowl of candy outside in the backyard, thinking it would lure fairies in. Her mother kept telling her to stop since it attracted wasps, but she kept doing it. She was determined to lure in a fairy.
One afternoon, Julia was following her mother around, trying to convince her to take her with the family to the aquarium, which was where her mother and father were going.
“I’m sorry, Julia. But we’re going there to write a newspaper article on it, so we get free access. We tried to get them to let you come too, but they wouldn’t allow it. The only way to get you in is to buy you a ticket, and we can’t afford it right now.”
“But, Mommy!”
“I swear, I’ll take you once we get paid for the article. We’ll be back tonight. There’s leftover noodles in the fridge if you get hungry, sweetheart. I love you. Oh, and one more thing.” She bent down and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Clean up that candy bowl you left in the backyard. It attracts wasps.”
Her parents left the house, and Julia watched with a sad expression as their car left the driveway, and disappeared down the street. She huffed, and sat on the floor. Why did her parents always get to go out into town and do a bunch of cool stuff, while she just had to sit at home? It wasn’t fair! Oh well, at least she could put on whatever movie she wanted.
But she remembered she had to clean that candy bowl outside. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe the only thing her candy bowl attracted was wasps, not fairies. But she couldn’t give up. Maybe fairies just didn’t like candy? There had to be something else they liked, or maybe they were just scared!
Julia walked to the door to her backyard. She wondered what she could to get a fairy to trust her, since all the stories she heard said fairies liked sweet things. She walked to the edge of the backyard, near her mother’s flower bed. She put the candy bowl there since fairies were also said to love flowers. Strange. It was summer, but she didn’t see any wasps. Normally she saw a few swarming nearby the candy bowl. Instead…
There was a faint glow inside the bowl.
She felt a rush of hope inside of her. Could it be? She bent down to the ground, trying to peek inside without potentially scaring whatever was in there. Her eyes practically began to glimmer with excitement when she realized what she saw.
Not one, but two fairies inside the bowl.
One of them was yellow, like a sunflower. They had petal like rays on their head, and two different colored eyes. They were wearing an interesting looking outfit, with ruffles along their neck, and fingerless gloves. Their wings were shimmering with gold, and had a sun mark on each of them.
The other one looked almost like the complete opposite. They were blue, and part of their face was covered in black. They also had two different colored eyes, and a hat with a star pattern, and a little bell at the end of it. They also wore similar clothes to the other, with ruffles on their neck. However, theirs looked more like a robe than the other’s. Their wings were a beautiful blue, resembling the wings of a moth.
“Brother, we should hurry.” The blue one whispered. “It’s nice that someone left this candy out here, but we can’t stay for long. I saw a cat in that house, and they might let it out, and it could chase us.
The yellow one just laughed. “Don’t worry, brother. That cat hasn’t been outside! Just the other day I saw it sleeping by the window! It can’t hurt us from there!”
Julia was practically frozen in awe. She had always imagined what fairies looked like. They never looked like the ones she was staring at, but she felt her dreams coming true, right then and there. It was then that the blue one finally noticed her.
“Uh… Brother?”
“What?”
The yellow one turned around, and both made eye contact with me. Both of them yelped and backed away toward the edge of the bowl. They clung to each other.
“Oh my goodness… Real fairies!” Julia cried in excitement. Her family wasn’t home, so she couldn’t tell them. But now, she had the chance to befriend them! Two of them! She smiled brightly at them.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She said, noticing their scared expressions. “I just wanna be friends! I love fairies! And I knew leaving candy out would lure one in, but two? This is amazing!”
Both of them seemed to calm down a little after Julia finished talking. They could tell she wasn’t going to harm them. She was just excited. The yellow one gently let go of the blue one, and approached the edge of the bowl, facing Julia.
“You left this for us?” The yellow fairy asked. His voice seemed to also be accompanied with the sound of bells.
“Yes, I did!” Julia squealed. “My mommy doesn’t always like it, since it lures in wasps, too.”
The blue one decided to follow his brother, and stood by the bowl’s edge as well.
“Who… are you?” He asked, still sounding defensive. His voice was accompanied with what sounded like the notes of a music box.
“Oh, right, you don’t know my name! I’m Julia!” She giggled a bit. “It’s nice to meet you two!”
The yellow one couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. Julia’s smile had a mix of adult and baby teeth, with a single gap from the most recent tooth she lost. She seemed incredibly friendly. It reminded them both of an old friend of theirs. Being immortal, they met many humans, but only two meant the most to them. A little girl like Julia, and a kind old lady… The yellow one cleared his throat.
“I’m Sun, and this is my brother, Moon!” The yellow fairy exclaimed, gently grabbing his brother’s shoulder. Julia giggled. She liked the names, and thought they were fitting.
Moon just waved to her. Though she was nice, he didn’t quite trust her yet. Or rather, he didn’t want to let himself trust her. She reminded him of that little girl they were close with, but… He didn’t want to feel like he was replacing her. No one could. Especially not this one.
Julia wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. It was incredibly hot and humid, and there were a few wasps starting to congregate. She smiled at the two fairies.
“My mommy says I need to bring in the candy bowl. It lures in wasps… If you two need to go, it’s okay.”
Sun and Moon glanced to each other. Moon shook his head briefly, but Sun gently whispered something to him. After a minute, they both nodded. Sun turned to Julia.
“We can stay a little longer. If you want to go in, we could hide in your pockets or something!”
Julia’s face lit up. These fairies wanted to spend time with her? She could have sworn this was a dream. She quickly held up her arm and pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t. The prick she felt confirmed that she wasn’t dreaming at all. This was real.
“Oh, thank you! My family’s not home, and they won’t be until tonight!”
She gently lifted up the candy bowl, and rushed away from the flower bed, and the gathering wasps. She went inside the cool house, feeling her body temperature return to normal. She looked inside the bowl, and she smiled seeing Sun and Moon still eating the candy left in the bowl. Instead of walking to the kitchen, she took the bowl upstairs to her room. She paused for one moment, turning her head to look at the room adjacent to her’s. Her smile faded for a moment, but it perked back up when she walked to her room.
The walls were painted a light lavender, the floor had a heart shaped carpet in rainbow colors, there were glowing star stickers on the ceiling, and there were numerous pictures on the walls. There was a white desk in front of the window, with pink and blue curtains dawning them. Her bed also had those same color bedsheets. There was a toy chest by her desk, and a closet by her bed. It was a lovely room, perfect for a six year old.
“You have a really nice room!” Sun told her.
“Thank you, Sun! Daddy painted the walls, and my brother made the desk!” Julia frowned slightly when she mentioned her brother, but she smiled again as she set the bowl down on the desk.
Both brothers got out of the bowl. Sure, they could have gotten out at any time, but they appreciated the free ride. They unfurled their wings, and flew around the room, observing everything. Moon was fascinated with the doll Julia had on her bed, and Sun was interested in some of the books on her shelf by the desk.
“Julia?” Moon asked. “Where did you get this doll?”
“Oh…” Julia went over, and sat down on the bed. “My mommy made it. Well, the clothes at least. My brother got the doll itself. I had it since I was a baby.”
“Does your mother make clothes for dolls all the time?” Moon asked.
“No, not really.” Julia answered. “She used to make clothes for dolls, but stopped after something bad happened to her. The clothes for my doll were the last ones she made.”
“Hey, Julia!” Sun called, getting Julia’s attention. She and Moon went over to where Sun was.
“I noticed when you mentioned your brother, you got a little sad. Did… something happen?” Julia wasn’t expecting such a personal question, but she could answer.
“My brother was years older than me. He was my hero. But he disappeared a couple years ago to stop some really bad guys. A year ago, Mommy got a letter saying he won’t ever come back.” Her smile faded entirely. She missed her brother. Sun flew up to her face.
“Hey, it’s okay! He’s still here in your heart! Isn’t that what’s important?” He asked, trying to make her feel better.
“Yeah, but… he can’t hug me in my heart…” Julia whispered.
Moon frowned slightly, feeling bad that they opened a wound for her. They knew how it felt to lose people they cared about. Being immortal, they outlived many human friends, especially the ones they loved most.
“But we can hug you!” Sun assured her. “Here, I got the perfect cure for that frowny face of yours!”
Julia looked at him, and saw he was holding a little pile of golden dust. He took a breath, and blew it in her face. She squeaked, and coughed slightly, before she sneezed. What was that stuff? She then realized… she wasn’t sad anymore. In fact, the smile that Sun liked was back on her face. She started to giggle.
“What did you do?” She asked through her giggles.
“That’s my magic, silly!” Sun explained. “My fairy dust can make people happy! Sure, we fairies help nature in our own ways, but I love spreading my fairy dust and curing people’s bad days!” Julia let out a soft squeal as she felt Sun nuzzle into her neck. It felt incredibly ticklish.
“I agree with Sun.” Moon piped up, and he also nuzzled into her neck, liking the sound of her laughter. “Your brother is still here in your heart. As long as you love him, he’s always here!” Julia kept giggling as both brothers worked to make her happy again.
After a minute, they let her be, and the dust’s effect wore off. Julia’s giggles died down, and she smiled brightly at the brothers.
“That was fun! I always dreamed of having fairy friends, and now there are two of them right in front of me!”
Sun smiled at her. “You bet!”
Moon smiled as well. “I have a feeling we’ll be coming back here a lot more.”
Julia laughed a little. “My mommy and daddy still don’t come home for a while… Do you guys wanna play?”
A bright smile stayed on her face as the fairy boys nodded.
Julia had a blast playing with the two fairies. Though they were much smaller than her, she found many ways to play with them. Hide and seek, tea parties, drawing, and playing tag. Julia didn’t have any real friends, so having two fairy ones gave her happiness she couldn’t describe. Sun and Moon were also having fun. They hadn’t bonded with a human like this in a long time. They could sense that Julia was kind of lonely, so they wanted to fill that gap. Besides… She reminded them of that little girl they were close with. In a way… it was like reliving that.
It started getting dark after a while, and she could see Sun was getting tired. Moon also had to begin his duties soon, so they had to go home.
Julia seemed to understand, and she opened the window for them.
“Thank you for being my friends!” Julia told them. “If you ever wanna play again, I’ll leave my window open… with a bowl of candy right beside it!” Both fairies laughed.
“We’re looking forward to it.” Moon whispered.
“Bye, Julia.” Both fairies said at the same time. They both flew out the window, disappearing into the night. Julia kept her window open, smiling as she felt the cool summer air on her face. She heard the noise of a car pull up. She gasped, and ran downstairs to greet her parents. When they came in the door, she hugged them tightly.
“Hey there, kiddo.” Her father said. “How was your day?”
“It was amazing!” Julia cried. “I saw fairies! Real fairies! They were so pretty and nice!” Both her parents laughed.
“Sounds lovely, Julia.” Her mother told her. They didn’t believe her at all, but since she was a little girl, they played along. Her mother went to the kitchen to start making dinner, and her father went to finish their report.
Julia just couldn’t stop smiling. She looked down at her dress, and saw a little bit of gold glitter still on it.
“I knew they were real.”
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tearfallpixie · 8 months ago
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Trust and Love - Chapter 2: Savior
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“You two looked adorable earlier.” Ricky murmured when I joined him later that day.
“What?” I asked, looking at him in shock. He pulled out his camera and I melted. The photo he had taken was cute with Vinny and I snuggled together. “I’m sorry. We just got to talking and once I told him what happened with my ex we just kind of drifted off.”
“Hey, no need to apologize baby girl. He’s my best friend so it makes me happy that you trust him. Especially enough to tell him that.” I leaned into his side and dropped my head on his shoulder. “You need all the support you can get so having someone you are as comfortable with as you are me is really good, especially while we are on tour with so many people in one tight space.”
That turned out to be a good thing later that day even. We decided to stop and go get some essentials we had forgotten at Walmart but by the time we finished apparently word had gotten out that we were there and there were hundreds of fans outside. Ricky grabbed my hand and pulled me through them but at some point, in the chaos his hand slipped from mine and I lost sight of him. I felt myself start panicking but hands grabbed my hips and a body pressed against my back.
“Hey, sorry for touching you but I got you.” Vinny whispered in my ear. I let out a cry of relief and spun to wrap my arms around his neck. “Do you trust me?” I nodded and felt myself being lifted off the ground and into his arms. “Excuse me guys. I really must get my friend to the bus.” It was as if the fans disappeared. All the noise stopped and all I could feel was the security of Vinny’s arms wrapped around me. I barely registered the clicking of the door or him stepping up into it before another familiar set of arms grabbed me.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Ricky murmured as I adjusted to cling to him. “The fans got ahold of me and pulled me away from you. Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m lucky Vinny was there.” I sniffled.
“I cannot thank you enough Vinny.” Ricky stood and wrapped the drummer in his arms.
“No problem. I know if she was my girl, you would do the same for me.” He shrugged padding over to where the other boys were watching us with worry.
“Maybe think I could test out one of those games you brought?” I asked in a futile attempt to change the subject. Chris perked up and nodded.
“We have Halo, we have Battlefield, there’s Destiny.” He said flicking mindlessly through his game book.
“I’ve played Halo before I think.” I mumbled. Ricky smirked, knowing what I had up my sleeve.
“Hell yeah. Its always one of my favorites.” Chris cheered popping it in. He handed me one of the controllers and took another one for himself.
“Ok, I feel like something weird is going on here. I have to get in on this.” Vinny said snatching up a controller.
“You’re both going to regret that.” Ricky coughed.
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“What the fuck? You think you’ve played Halo before?” Chris cried. “You fucking team wiped us on your own!” I flopped back onto the couch cackling maniacally. Ricky was sitting over in the booth and grinning at his computer. “You knew too? You traitor.”
“I can’t betray my girlfriend.” Ricky snickered. I looked over to see Vinny dying of laughter next to me. I got up and grabbed a Gatorade out of the fridge and took my seat once more. Vinny sat up and leaned onto my shoulder and I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t feel the need to recoil instantly. I looked over to see Ricky had noticed and was smiling at how we were sitting too. “Alright, move. It’s time for me to whoop him too.” Ricky picked me up and practically shoved me in Vinny’s lap who instantly wrapped his arms around me to keep me from falling.
“You ok?” He asked quietly as Chris and Ricky played the Xbox. I looked up at him and smiled.
“Yeah, I am. Thank you for earlier by the way. I don’t know if I properly thanked you for saving me.” He blushed and nodded.
“Of course. That was pretty intense out there.” I dropped my head onto his shoulder and continued to watch the boys with a happy sigh.
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“Love, you’re tossing and turning. Are you ok?” I rolled to face Ricky as tears streamed down my face. We had been on tour for two weeks and it just seemed like the crowds had just gotten more and more intense. “Oh, baby.” He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.
“I can’t sleep, I keep remembering you getting pulled away from me. I just feel so overwhelmed, and I don’t know what to do.” I sobbed, clinging to his shirt.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do!” I exclaimed. He pulled away and stood up, making me cry out.
“I’ll be right back.” He left our little room for a second and when he returned he had a sleepy Vinny in tow. Once Vinny saw the tears on my face he was by my side instantly.
“Hey, sunshine. No need for tears.” He murmured, wiping the wet streaks from my cheeks. He laid down next to me and pulled me into his arms, Ricky settling behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head into the back of my neck.
“We got you baby girl. You’re ok.” He whispered. I felt my fear and panic melt away as I laid there in their arms. It was a few minutes before I felt calm enough to speak.
“Why did you grab Vinny?” I asked once I had collected myself.
“Because he was the one that saved you when I couldn’t. I figured that he would be comforting right now.” I rolled around and nuzzled under his chin.
“I love you.” I whispered into his chest. He had said those three words to me before, but he preferred to show his feelings vs saying them. I had not gathered up the courage to say them yet though so when I did, I felt his arms tighten around me and hold me impossibly closer.
“I love you too.” He murmured. I heard him take a deep breath and exhale slowly, so I knew he was holding back his emotions at that moment. I finally felt myself relax in between my boyfriend and the man who had become so unbelievably important to me in the two weeks I had known him and allowed myself to drift off.
“Is she asleep?” Vinny whispered after about an hour.
“Mhm.” Ricky hummed. He was drifting off himself.
“I can go if you want.” There was a hint of sadness in that statement letting Ricky know that Vinny did not actually want to leave.
“No. If she wakes up and you’re gone she’ll have a panic attack. She freaks out if she wakes up without her partners next to her.” Ricky mumbled. “Just stay the night.” Vinny settled back in and the three of them fell into the most comfortable sleep they had yet on this tour.
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themoonlitsojourner · 22 days ago
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The dread blooms in the pit of his stomach as Dick's hand lands on the doorknob. Muscle memory turns the knob before his brain can puzzle out the who, why, where, alert his body that they should wait-
The voice hits him as the door opens. A right hook to the nose. Against his will, he's pausing in the doorway. Metaphorically bleeding from the face. Dripping onto the hardwood. While the guy who did it watches.
"Hey," he says, because what else is he supposed to say?
Slade surveys him coolly from the living room chair, head turned and ice glass eye sweeping head to toe. Tara doesn't look. Brow furrowed, she's arguing in tight tones, anger staring down the barrel and vibrating her hands. Jarring her aim. After a moment, Slade returns his attention to their conversation.
The grocery bags bite into Dick's wrists. The refridgerator hum fills his head, a colony of wasps, flies, as he opens the door and kneels to put it all away. The breakfast bar hides him from view of the living room, that feels important. Tara's doing most of the talking. Deep low words undercut her wild-aimed bullets.
Deep breaths, one, two, three. Pulse pounding in his neck. Done with the fridge, on to the cupboard, still that roar in his ears, where's it coming from, oh the heater in the ceiling. It's still cold. Fingers numb. But he just came in from outside.
What are they talking about? Plans. Battle plans, contract plans, plans of attack, weapons, war, that time He... Violence. Fluent in violence, words like knives rolling oil slick off their tongues.
Dick's hands are covered in blood. Glistening under the kitchen light as he crouches in front of the cupboard and he's done but he can't stand. Hyponotized, locked joints, ducking in a trench there is fire above his head. If he rises, he will lose his head.
Shuffle, socks on linoleum, Dick jerks his head up, Tara looks down through her hair. Expression rearranging itself into a question.
Dick rises and smiles. His lips fumble around something friendly and normal and unafraid to say. He says something. It's lighthearted. Twelve year old Robin. The concern doesn't leave Tara's eyes. She slides a glass out of the cupboard, pretext, sideways glance, I came here for you.
I know. Thanks. I'm fine.
...Right.
It's filthy, disgusting, the games they have to play, vomit in Dick's mouth. Offering Slade a glass of water like he's a guest. But if Tara didn't, Dick would. He would have to.
Socks treading back into the living room. Back into the line of fire.
The coward hides in the kitchen.
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Hush, the heater again, the noise penetrating to the center of Dick's ears, gripping the organ of hearing buried in his skull and shaking.
Cold sweat across his arms and lower back. The doorknob silent, hairs on the back of his neck pricking, don't look back, he escapes into the bedroom.
Relief, temporary and false, the roar cutting out under the sound of the latch clicking shut behind him.
Silence. Black shifting to gray. The room fading into view. The comforter is pulled up past her shoulders and she lies on her side facing the door.
Five minutes between when Tara brushed her teeth and Dick doing the same. Stilted performance. Three hundred seconds, ticking past one. by. one as a man past six feet tall in a black dress shirt gazed idly out the window. As Dick's broken-skinned knuckles gripped the kitchen counter and he answered in one word sentences.
(Is He lying on their couch? Still filling up the chair? Popping open the gin in the cupboard?)
Dick thinks her eyes are closed. He rounds the end of the bed and climbs onto his side from there, muscles aching from the effort and control of being quiet. Tara doesn't move. She's not asleep.
Dick lies on his side and faces her. Her hair tucked behind her ear, and beyond, the door. Saliva pools in his throat, tasting horribly, suspiciously like guilt. Dick faces the wall.
Not between her and the door. Dick has the side of the bed he always does but he's not between her and the door this time and He's closer, nearer than He ever was in the basement, the apartment is tiny there's nowhere else He could be but on the other side of the wall and Dick's not between her and the door.
He could have been. He should have asked her to move over, could have done it with a smile and a joke and it would have been normal and innocuous (liar liar li) and then he would've been between her and the door.
Fingers digging into the pillow so hard his bones bite into each other. Starving dogs.
Doesn't dare look. She doesn't either. It's stupid (both of them), because if they didn't sleep here (both of them), then where? The couch is for their guest. The questions would have been worse, anyway. "Do you take turns? Flip a coin? Or is one of you just plain unlucky?" A smile gleaming from beneath white bristles. And there's no point in lying. But Dick can't, somehow... It's different here. The door could always open any second, but here it could really open any second. It would be just like Him to...
Inhales. Exhales. The mattress springs and the rough circle in front of Dick's nose where someone punched the wall and someone plastered it over and someone painted over that.
...Is she still awake?
The creak of the mattress and Dick is already throwing his shoulder rolling over a ballet a musical cue and then she's right there.
"Hey," whispered. Warm minty breath on his mouth. Forehead to his.
"Hey." Her midnight eyes not quite visible at midnight. Her hair tickling his cheekbones. Calculations build pyramids in his head. With the heater fan, they should be able to talk at this decibel without Him knowing. Or hearing. Any louder...
Does the door have a lock? Something Dick never thought to check, how loud is it, would Slade hear, would that make Him... Idiot. He could just pick the lock. Would pick the lock.
Fifty percent chance He could slide in and do- do something and Dick wouldn't wake up, would be none the wiser, she wouldn't wake him up and-
Look, there was nothing Dick could do there, and there's nothing he could do here, this is all a desperate attempt to soothe the boiling rampant his chest when he knows damn full well what his options are and there are-
...Tara's eyes have closed. Her breathing is already starting to even out.
Dick rests his arm around her waist. He would kiss her temple, if that didn't mean pulling away and maybe waking her when she'd almost escaped into sleep. It was going to be hours for him. Maybe he wouldn't go. But he wouldn't stop her.
Lying like this, if he turns his head a little, he can look past her and watch the door. There's nothing he can do if it opens. But he can watch the door. Ears burning, straining for any hint of movement on the other side. Tensing at creaks, thumps from kitchen cabinets, tensing when it's been quiet too long. It's been quiet too long.
But he can watch the door.
Dick watches the door.
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problematicbots · 2 months ago
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Winged Sentinel au 
Act 2: Snippet 7: Apologize 
Warning: Squeal to a fanfic 
Optimus entered the base, where he found his team, including Blurr, attending to Wasp on the couch with the exception of Bumblebee and Prowl.
As soon as Optimus stepped inside, Ratchet and Bulkhead approached him. They both looked up at Red Prime with their optics filled with wariness.
“did you find them” Asked Ratchet in concern as he placed a servo on Optimus's shoulder 
“Yes and they work things out-wait where are Bumblebee and Prowl?“ asked Optimus  
“oh jumped out of a window as soon as he saw Wasp “ uttered Bulkhead  “and Prowl went after him “
Optimus pincher his nonexistent nose and shook his head in annoyance at this: why can anything ever be simple
“Ugh of course he did, why wouldn't he”  sighed Optimus “Looked Sentinel is coming  soon to huh talk to Wasp about what happened “
Wasp immediately screamed and climbed on top of the fridge when he heard that Sentinel was coming.
“Wasp don't want to talk to blue meanie!, Wasp doesn't want to get hurt again, “ cried Wasp. “
“Wasp it's ok, I talked to Sentinel he’s not going hurt you I promise “ reassured Optimus  “he just wanted to talk that all I swear”
Wasp glared down at Optimus with distrust; however, Ratchet approached him and placed a comforting servo on Wasp’s servo, slowly calming the green bot down.
“Shh hey kid along if I am here I make sure that he doesn't touch you, got it” reassured Ratchet with a calming presence “You’re safe “
“Red medic promise?” whimpered Wasp.
“Yes, I promise, now get down from the fridge,” reassured Ratchet.
Wasp reluctantly agrees getting down from the fridge with Ratchet helping him softly get on the ground. 
The only thing left for them to do now was to sit and wait for Sentinel to arrive at the base. 
During the seemingly long wait that went on for nearly an hour, Sari began speaking to Blurr In a little conversation. 
“So you really can't run anymore, “ asked Sari softly.
“I- no “ muttered Blurr clutching his chest plate and looking ashamed 
“Don't worry, I can fix that!” smiled Sari, pulling out her key.
“A key?” questioned  Blurr narrowing his optics 
"Not just any key, Blurr, all spark gives it to her; it can fix everything, “explained Optimus. “I’m sure it can help you”
All spark created a key; Blurr wouldn't usually believe something like this; however, after everything that he had seen, he decided that it might be worth a shot.
“You know what sure why not” sighed Blurr wondering how much weirder this day became.
 Sari climbed onto his leg and put the key into his chest plate. From there, a blue light glow swirled around his body only to turn red and knock Sari away with the key widening everyone’s optics in shock. 
“Sari!” yelped Bulkhead gently, catching her before she hit the ground.
“Ugh, thank Bulkhead,” groaned Sari.
Bulkhead says, “You’re welcome,” towards Sari while everyone turns over to Blurr, trying to figure out what just happened.
“I’m guessing not normal, right?” assumed Blurr.
“i- It has never done this before, try running“ gulped Ratchet. 
Blurr nodded before getting up on his feet to try running yet unfortunately, his speed was slower than it was before making his optics widen in dread.
‘“I- It's even worse now..” choked Blurr falling on his knees in defeated 
Optimus and the crew looked at Blurr in sympathy, placing their servos on his shoulder in comfort.
“I'm sorry Blurr, I just don't understand why I didn't work” apologized Sari, feeling terrible “It always works 
“huh I guess I'm t-truly stuck like this.. forever ” stuttered Blurr feeling his spark getting stabbed through since he did have a little bit of  hope that it might work only to have it be shot down 
“We will find another cure for you, Blurr, I promise. “ Comforted Optimus 
Blurr was simply too stunned to respond to Optimus, preferring to stare at the floor as try progress the fact that a project all spark refused to heal him, which felt like another punch in the gut.
Suddenly Sentinel finally entered the base with Jetfire and Jetstorm by his side. For a moment, there was tension in the air as Wasp and Sentinel glared at each other. Wasp's optics filled with fear while Sentinel's optics tried to remain firm, although there was some underlying uncertainty there as he approached Wasp slowly.
Sentinel reached into his glove compartment, making Wasp immediately hide behind Ratchet, who gave Sentinel a disapproving glare alongside Optimus.
“Those better not be static cuffs in there boy” scolded Ratchet. 
“What, no, there are just forms, you old co-.” Sentinel was cut off by Jetstorm, and Jetfire glared at him, making him quickly reroute his sentence to something else as he took out the forms from his glove compartment to show that he wasn't going to cuff him.
“Huh, I mean you old coolo medic,” gulped Sentinel, trying to salvage the situation awkwardly. Although the twins didn't look convinced, neither did Ratchet, Optimus, or Wasp.
“forms? Sentinel, I ask you to apologize to him not make him sign paperwork” groaned Optimus 
“Yeah yeah I know it's just that I need him to sign this so  any charges against him can be dropped along with his arrest “ sighed Sentinel 
“Arrest?, Sentinel you were the one the one that threatened him” reminded Optimus narrowing his optics. 
When Optimus pointed out that Sentinel threatened Wasp, Sentinel once again felt his words spinning around as he began having visions once again with the offline Wasp replaced by a corpse, making him panic and back away as he grabbed his own faceplate.
This wasn't the only vision, Another vision this time of Ultra Magnus appeared behind Sentinel whispering to him to keep following protocol otherwise there would be consequences making  Sentinel inhale sharply before trying to shake out of it snapping back to reality. 
“W-will stop reminding me!” shouted Sentinel in a mix of anger and guilt making Jetfire and Jetstorm back away a bit along with Wasp “Look just let Wasp read and sign these fragging forms, it will explain everything “
“wait a minute Sentinel what exactly are in these forms”  asked Optimus suddenly taking the forms away from Sentinel to read them 
Sentinel attempted to grab the forms from Optimus, yet the red prime kept dodging him and using his hand to block Sentinel's face, which Sentinel didn't like at all as he began growling “Why you “ at the red prime, but  Optimus just ignored it and read the forms while Jetfire and Jetstorm are looking at each in worried. 
“HEY GIVE THOSE BACK, THOSE AREN'T FOR YOU TO READ!” shouted Sentinel trying to take the forms back Optimus 
In the forms it simply says this:
Under Elite Guard’s vow, the charges and arrest against the offender would be dropped with the retrial progressing as normally with static cuffs involved, and any  assaults I made against the offender in question as leader of the Aerialbots and subcommander of the Autobot sincerely apologize for by the signing of this document - Sentinel Prime ™.
Optimus couldn't believe this: did Sentinel seriously put his apology in a form? This got this to be the weirdest and dumbest thing that Optimus had ever seen his old academy buddy do considering he had seen him apologize to Jetfire and Jetstorm so what was the deal?
“Sentinel, did you seriously put your apology in a form?” Groaned Optimus 
“What I thought this might have killed two cons with one stone “ huffed Sentinel defensively 
“S-Sentinel what is the frag wrong with you!’ snapped Optimus catching  everyone off guard “You can apologize to Jetfire and Jetstorm perfectly just fine  but apparently you can't apologize to Wasp to save your own  aft!”’
“W-well That different-” Sentinel tried to defend him but Optimus cut him off
“How so? Because as far as I can see you are  hurting both of them and you're hurting me-” Optimus quickly covered his mouth when he accidentally mentioned himself “I mean huh Wasp..”
“Wait so this is personal after all!!” suspicioned  Sentinel  
“I-UGH! I NEVER WANTED THIS TO BE PERSONAL SENTINEL BUT YOU JUST HAVE TO AVOID RESPONSIBILITY AND BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING “ shouted Optimus  “DON'T YOU THINK I MISS HER TO?!”
This stunned Sentinel into silence and shock: he never knew that Optimus missed Elita too and this realization hit him like a truck but before he could say anything Optimus dashed out of the base in frustration leaving Sentinel’s world flip upside down while everyone else glance in confusion and concerns 
“Op-Optimus wait!” Yelped Sentinel quickly put the forms away and went after Optimus.
Sentinel kept running until he found Optimus inside of the alleyway sitting against a trash can with his sevros against his faceplate.
Sentinel looked at Optimus with hesitation before sitting next to him awkwardly and with barely anything to say other than that he didn't know. 
“I- didn't I-I never knew that you miss her”. Gulped Sentinel putting his arms around his legs.
“Of course I did, she was my friend too but I guess you never thought of that, did you?” whispered Optimus bitterly. “I never meant to leave her behind, you know sometimes I wish If I could I would save both of you... somehow “
That was true, Sentinel was so angry at Optimus about leaving Elita behind that he never thought about how the red prime felt about the situation at all.
“I-I missed her too, her laugh, her jokes, and her smile “ whimpered Sentinel grieving Elita
“Her dance moves and her dares,” added Optimus, grieving her too.
“ha yeah, She.. always somehow knows to make a room brighter “ grieved Sentinel.
“Yes, she did “ sighed Optimus “I just wanted to know..why you blame me for all of it.. I thought we were friends... I thought you at least cared a little to at least see that I was suffering too”
“i-I we were friends..I..at one point I did like you ... it's just that I didn't want to think that I really lost her..she was everything to me and now she's gone because of..a stupid fragging idea..“ choked Sentinel “but I guess she was everything to you and I didn't realize until it was far too late...I guess we both lost something that day”
Sentinel sighed before leaning his helm against Optimus’s shoulder which caught Optimus off guard yet he slowly accepted.
“I’m…sorry for leaving her behind” sighed Optimus. “And for the whole..ax thing,”
“I’m sorry too..for everything too...I guess I really did become your... Alpha Trion “ signed Sentinel “You know the big bad villain that gets in your way.
“Sentinel for the last time you’re not evil, an evil bot wouldn't exactly apologize for what they have done “muttered Optimus not believing that Sentinel was still on that whole evil thing “You can still make amends with Wasp, just apologize like you just did with me and the twins, no forms”
“You know he still has to sign these forms since assault is still assault “ sighed Sentinel.
“But huh I will apologize first if that's anything” sighed Sentinel  "But don't expect him to forgive me like we are in some kind of magical wonderland, got it? “
“Sentinel-” Optimus was about to groan in annoyance believing his academy buddy learned nothing until Sentinel cut him off.
Optimus couldn't help but shake his helm a little bit at the mention of a magical wonderland sometimes he doesn't understand what going through Sentinel's hard drive at all
“I-huh got it” sighed Optimus with a little laugh, never really understanding what Sentinel meant by that but could see that he was at least trying.
“Good Now let's get out here, this place gives me the creeps” exhaled Sentinel getting back on his feet and heading back to base.
This talk about Elite One makes Optimus wonder if he should tell Sentinel about Blackarahina yet remembering the destruction that Sentinel caused in Steelhaven, he decided that Sentinel had already been through enough so Optimus I shifted his attention back to the retrial since there were a few things that he worried about.
“Hey Sentinel about this retrial, I wonder if you could tell me more about it  ” questioned Optimus.
“Well what you expected with any other  trial, the defense team  have to convince the council and Elite Guard that guy is innocent while the procuration team try to throw him in the slammer you know that kind of thing “ explained  Sentinel 
“Is there any way you could put us on Wasp's defense team?” asked Optimus.
“Well Optimus I never knew you were the type to ask me to pull stings,” uttered Sentinel, a bit surprised.
“Wh-what I am not asking you to pull any strings I just want me and my team to help Wasp in any way possible, ok” stuttered Optimus defensively.
“Right because me as the sub commander of the Autobots putting a maintenance crew with no experience in law on the defense team is definitely not pulling any strings “ spoked Sentinel sarcastically with an optics roll.
“I- ugh look is there any way for us to help without any slings being pulled “ asked Optimus.
“huh well You and little crew could be on the jury but that's pretty much it” suggested Sentinel. 
“huh..Right, so who exactly is on Wasp's defense team, and who is against him? “ asked  Optimus.
“some bot called Smokescreen is the lead of his defense team  while another not called Huh Alchemist is against him, claims to be the best in the business but I doubt we have anything to worry about as long  as Wasp sign these forms “ explained Sentinel a bit  confidently “so he won't be held for another crime.... just the whole you know spy mix up”
“Huh, are you certain?” questioned Optimus, still a bit concern 
“Hey what are the chances that he did something else illegal so this retrial should be smooth sailing “  uttered  Sentinel thinking this was going to be the easiest part.
Optimus was still uneasy at this since he had a bad feeling in the spark that this wasn't as easy as Sentinel said that it was going to be especially since he didn't exactly like the idea of not being on Wasp's defense team yet jury is really the only option without looking shady. 
So the two prime once again entered base where they saw Blurr and Ratchet sitting down at a table playing cards on the floor with Wasp who immediately turned stiff at the sight of seeing Sentinel again while Blurr and everyone else looked on awkwardly.
“We're back, this time Sentinel wanted to talk to Wasp properly” announced  Optimus. 
“Huh right I leave you guys to it “ uttered Blurr awkwardly  getting up from the ground to make room for Sentinel to sit 
Wasp whimpered a bit in fear as Sentinel approached toward Wasp however Ratchet calmly placed a servo on Wasp's shoulder calming him down. 
“I won't let him do anything, kid “ reassured Ratchet standing as Wasp's bodyguard while comforting him. 
Sentinel took a deep breath and sat down across from Wasp at the table putting the forms onto the table. There was an awkward silence that you could hear a pin drop from here as the two states at each other in unease.
Wasp started at Sentinel's faceplate with suspicion before picking up the forms to read them with narrow optics before placing them back down on the table still glaring at the blue prime.
“Huh Wasp look I'm huh.. s-sorry about what happened “ gulped Sentinel acting like he was dying but the apology was genuine “Look I don't expect you to forgive me like we are in lolly land but just sign these forms so we continue this retrial and afterwards we don't have to see other faceplates ever again, got it .”
“How hold on what did you just call me “ glared Sentinel at Wasp scarring the Green bot when he slammed his servo onto the table and making everyone glare at Sentinel, especially Jetfire and Jetstorm who looked on in uneasy while Ratchet took a protective stand in front of Wasp.
“Wasp don't forgive Big Blue meanie but Wasp will agree to go to retrial as long as Bumblebee isn't around “ growled Wasp picking up a nearby pen.
Sentinel immediately backs off when sees the disapproval from Jetfire and Jetstorm which once again makes him see visions of the corpse Wasp making him panic so he to a sharp inhale to try to regain his composure.
“i-I mean just go ahead and sign and take your time” gurgled Sentinel trying to reroute his sentence to be less hostile “And huh this Bumblebee won't be anywhere near your trial”
Wasp narrowed his optics at Sentinel, growling at him a bit before signing all the forms. When Wasp was finally done signing the form he nervously handed it back over to Sentinel who quickly placed them back in the glove compartment before getting up ready to go back to Cybertron.
“Good now with that all settled, we can finally go back to Cybertron” uttered Sentinel, ushering the Elite Guard and everyone else to follow him to Steelhaven.
“Hold up Sentinel what about Bumblebee and Prowl they aren't back yet “ spoke up Optimus “And we can't just leave Sari here alone “
As soon as Optimus says that Prowl suddenly shows up covered in mud looking tired and that he's been through a complete nightmare, holding a struggling and yelling Bumblebee by the neck.
“Let me go! I have rights!” yelped Bumblebee trying to break free from Prowl’s hold while the cyber ninja looked like he was nearly about to snap.
Wasp hissed and glared at Bumblebee with intense hatred, feeling betrayed by Sentinel's lie about not being near his trial.
“Didn't blue mech say Bumblebee won't be anywhere near Wasp’s trial” hissed Wasp ready to activate his blaster.
“Wh- how was I supposed to know that he was going up now!?” growled Sentinel in annoyance “Ugh you know what, here's an idea Bumblebee here can stay with the tiny human while the rest of us can go to Cybertron to get this trial start, got it”
Wasp liked the idea of not seeing Bumblebee again and fully supported the plan, while Optimus was opposed to it. To him, it felt like Bumblebee was avoiding responsibility again, and he didn't like the thought of Bumblebee being on Earth by himself.
“Sentinel, we can't just leave Bumblebee behind, He needs to take responsibility for what he has done” protested Optimus. “He has to come with us...He can wait outside the trial and apologize afterward, Sounds good?”
“NO, I DON'T WANT TO GO!” whined Bumblebee. “I can just stay and hang out with Sari at base, like Sentinel said.”
“And Wasp doesn't want Bumblebee to be anywhere near Wasp’s trial!” agreed Wasp.
“For frag's sake, Optimus, just let him stay on that stupid organic rock! He can make his little amends with Wasp later" groaned Sentinel. "What’s the worst that can happen?”
“Look, Sentinel, I really don’t like the idea of Bumblebee being on Earth... alone with Sari...They tend to get into trouble,” sighed Optimus.
“All right then, the Cyber Ninja can stay to keep an eye on them,” suggested Sentinel. “There! Problem solved!”
“Yes, good idea! We'll go with that!” gulped Bumblebee.
“Ugh Primus not again..” groaned Prowl annoyed that was about to babysit Bumblebee again “but I suppose it's for the best”
Optimus glares between Wasp, Bumblebee, Sari, Sentinel, and Prowl before letting out a reluctant sigh.
“Fine” groaned Optimus, feeling like he was about to have a headache at this.
“Right now let's get out of here” huffed Sentinel walking out the base ushering everyone out with the expectation of Bumblebee and Prowl.
With that Bumblebee was finally put down by Prowl while Optimus and the rest crew said their goodbyes to Sari with Bulkhead promising to come back and give her gift from Cybertion when he came back. 
While walking out of the base Ratchet decided to talk to Jetfire and Jetstorm knowing that he was out of line with them earlier.
“Eh hey Jetfire and Jetstorm right” asked Ratchet “Eh I'm sorry about all that talk earlier”
“Look I don't forgive you but.. thanks.. for the apology anyway” sighed Jetfire with Jetstorm nodding along. 
Ratchet felt bad but he knew that it was fair considering how he acted earlier so he sighed before transforming into his vehicle once he was out of the base. 
After getting done talking to Ratchet, Jetfire and Jetstorm turn their attention to Sentinel Prime to have a talk him.
“Sentinel.. thank you for keeping my promise ” sighed Jetstorm “but… you almost scared me..and Jetfire back there ..I don't want you to do that again toward him ok”
“I-i huh not sure if I can.. exactly do that... Jetstorm…”  stuttered Sentinel knowing fully that would take an act of Primus to calm him down. 
“Please..at least try” exhaled Jetstorm. 
Soon everyone was on their way toward Steelhaven except for Optimus he couldn't stand the sight of Bumblebee dancing and celebrating avoiding responsibility so he backtracked to glare at Bumblebee. 
“Frag yeah staying on earth with Prowl and Sari! Best day ever!” celebrated Bumblebee with finger guns.
“Well, I hope you're happy Bumblebee because somehow the less responsible bot I ever know” muttered Optimus clearly pissed off. “One day guilt is going to eat you from the inside out” 
“Nuh huh I'm the  responsible bot I know “ declined Bumblebee “Right guys”
Sari, Prowl, and Optimus didn't respond to that at all leaving nothing other than silence to fill the air as Optimus leaves without another word leaving Bumblebee befuddled.
“What I am totally responsible!” yelp Bumblebee angrily.
“Yeah as responsible as a baby “shot down Sari with an eye roll while Prowl sniffed back a laugh 
Bumblebee really didn't like being called a baby so he decided that was going to try to prove Sari wrong with the worst idea that ever came up in his helm.
“Hey I’m not a baby and I can prove it! “ yelped Bumblebee waving his arms in frustration.
Bumblebee without any warning began dashing over to the exit of the base but Prowl blocked him with Sari.
“Just where do you think you're going?” asked Prowl with crossed arms looking at Bumblebee with a glare.
“Yeah Didn't you want to stay in base? “ added Sari copying Prowl by crossing her arms too.
Bumblebee groaned in annoyance knowing that Sari and Prowl wouldn't leave until he explained himself so he had to direct them somehow. He spotted a nest filled with eggs on a ledge getting him a idea. 
“Prowl look out that nest is about to fall” yelped Bumblebee shooting the side of the ledge causing the nest to fall off immediately
Prowl gasped and reacted quickly doing a backflip to save the nest from falling while Bumblebee made his escape with Sari trying to jump on him to stop him from leaving yet he was way too fast for her to catch up with as transformed into his vehicle and drive away disappearing into the distance.
“Ugh, can you believe him!” groaned Sari in annoyance.
Sari jumped on top of Prowl and two zoomed out of base in search for Bumblebee across the street of Detroit. 
“Come on we can still catch up with him” uttered Prowl putting the nest in a safe spot on a table before transforming into his vehicle mode.
They keeping searching for him until they spotted him jumping inside Steelhaven and quickly entering a vent when the doors shut and the ship flew off into the sky before Prowl and Sari could properly catch up with him.
“Oh great He’s gone,” huffed Sari, annoyed.
“This isn't over yet” uttered Prowl pressing his servo against his aduail ready to call Optimus only for it to glitch out due to the mud “I-i the connection seems to be slash”
“Well, frag” cussed Sari with crossed arms not believing her best friend would ditch her like that without even telling her what he was planning. “And to think I was about to make him another friendship bracelet”
Prowl comforted  Sari before taking her back to base where they tried other ways to sent messages towards the team hoping at least one them make it though since who knows what Bumblebee could be up to on that ship
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Steelhaven landed on a landing deck where Sentinel ushered everyone out including Bebop who was holding a jar of rain that he collected from Earth and Jazz spent a full minute to convince Sentinel that it wasn't dangerous. 
Once they step onto the surface of Iacon Optimus,  Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Wasp look on in astonishment at the changes that it has been through with seekers Autobots flying all over the place helping grounded bots meanwhile Blurr and Jazz deal with the Decepticon prisoners by letting a few guards take them to prison. 
“Woah it's almost like a dream” grasped Bulkhead looking around in wonder at the site as Sentinel showed off everything like a trophy.
“Welcome all the new and improved Cybertron that one and only Aerialbots help to build from the ground up” announced Sentinel can't help but brag about how great his unit the Aerialbots is.
Sentinel showed everyone the new charging around Cybertron while walking them towards Fortress Maximus when suddenly Sliverbolt came down from the sky bolting towards the blue prime in a panic however Sentinel was far too excited to show off the changes that he made to notice the fear in Sliverblot’s optics. 
“And here one of the members of the greatest unit in Cybertron right now “ bragged Sentinel putting his arms around the panicked Sliverbolt.
“Sir Punkrock and First Rate have gone missing! yelped Silverbolt in panic. "We sent a search party after them, but so far we haven't found anything!”
Bebop immediately dropped the jar of rain on the ground in horror hearing that his sibling was missing while Sentinel's proud face twisted into frustration. 
“My.. brother is missing” whimpered Bebop in pure fear while Jazz put a comforting servo on his shoulder. 
“WHAT! WELL KEEP LOOKING FOR THEM, THAT A ORDER “ shouted Sentinel. “AND I’M COMING WITH SO NOBODY ELSE GO MISSING “
“Yes, Sir” salutes Sliverbolt ready to go back into action
Sentinel was about to get ready to transform and soar out in the sky with Sliverbolt until Ultra Magnus appeared in front of them with a crossed face.
“I don't think so Sentinel, you’re not going anywhere until this trial is over with “ huffed Ultra Magnus. “As a reminder everyone in the elite guard must be present for the pre-trial preparation alongside the council”
“But Sir, my unit!” Protested Sentinel in frustration.
“I'm sure they will do just fine without your presence, now go to quarters with the rest of the Elie guard in Fortress Maximus and get ready, that's an order “ dismissed Ultra Magnus. “Unless you want to cancel this trial “
“But-” Sentinel was cut off by Ultra Magnus repeating “That's an order” but slightly louder this time. 
Sentinel gave Ultra Magnus a glare huffing a reluctantly “fine” before turning over to Silverbolt to order him and Bebop to keep looking for two missing Aerialbots with the rest of the unit which they agree to
Afterward, Sentinel along with the rest of the Elite Guard left toward their quarters to get ready for the upcoming trial leaving the rest of the Autobots feeling an uneasy tension in the air.
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Bumblebee rolled out the vents of Steelhaven onto the landing deck with a determined look on his faceplate.
“Responsibility city here I come “ puffed Bumblebee with pride “Wasp get ready for the best apology of a lifetime “
The mention of Wasp caught the attention of an old Silver and Golden mech who approached Bumblebee with interest as he slightly pulled Bumblebee into an area of iacon where nobody could see them.
“I’m sorry did you say Wasp, how do you know that name? “ asked the older mech towards Bumblebee
“Oh well-he used..he used to bully me” gulped Bumblebee suddenly less confident now.
“And you really want to say sorry to somebody who bullied you when you were the victim “ questioned the old mech. 
“You know what you're right! Why would I be the one to say sorry he was the one who cut my legs off! “ Huffed Bumblebee” I can't believe I came all the way here for nothing “
“Perhaps your visit isn't all in vain my friend, this could be your chance to finally stand up to him, all you need to do is put this in his drink“ suggested the older mech putting out a small piece of red Energon.
Bumblebee widened his optics in bewilderment at the red energon; he had no idea what this was at all and what it could do.
“Huh is that enegon?” asked Bumblebee 
“Not just any enegon, Red enegon..perfect for pranks..put this in his oil during the pre-trial preparation and you will never feel helpless ever again “ suggested the older mech “But make sure that nobody sees you with it ”
“Oh I get the perfect prank that needs to be unseen, I am in!” Bumblebee eagerly took the red energon “Thanks huh..what was your name?”
“Please call me Alchemist my friend and if you don't mind I have some business to attend to “ smiled Alchemist before disappearing into a nearby dim alleyway.
Bumblebee blinked a few times to make sure that he wasn't seeing anything since for a second he thought he saw Alpha Trion and Ironhide inside of an alleyway that Alchemist disappeared into only to find that the old mech and his former second bully weren't there in all the second time he looked properly
This was something strange going around here however Bumblebee couldn't see that since as far as he knew he was going to pull the ultimate prank of a lifetime not knowing the consequences ahead.
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forest-and-fauna · 2 months ago
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Native Gardening: A Guide for Cold Stratification
It's nearly January, which means that it's time for me to start stratification for my native seeds.
Many native seeds have a built-in dormancy mechanism which will prevent germination until it is broken either naturally by weather, or artificially via cold/moist stratification in the refrigerator. This is a guide for the refrigeration method.
It's best done about 2-3 months before spring if you plan on starting the seeds indoors, or 2-3 months before your last frost date if sowing outdoors (depending on germination requirements). This year I'm using peat moss but you can substitute it with moist sand or damp paper towels.
Choosing Your Plants
One thing to consider before buying native seeds is how successful they will be once planted in your garden. The best way to determine this is by going outside and seeing what grows naturally in the yard.
For example, my yard has mostly shade-loving plants like the Common Blue Violet, Bloodroot, and Witchgrass, along with some hardier, more tolerant species like Blue Wood-Aster and Common Milkweed. Sun-loving plants like goldenrod are present but restricted to the edges of the property. Despite having no natural water source, I have seen a few water-dwelling species pop up as well.
This means that I have a pretty moist/shady backyard and that I should focus on species that either prefer these conditions or are very tolerant of them.
Remember to choose species that grow naturally in your biosphere. Some native seed vendors will provide range maps which will show you where certain plants exist in the wild. This is important because the entire point of native gardening is to support your local ecology and wildlife.
This year I'm raising Virginia Strawberry, Early Goldenrod, Sundial Lupine, Columbine, Spotted-Touch-Me-Not, Bloodroot, and Highbush Cranberry. In addition to pollinators like bees, wasps. and butterflies, these plants will be beneficial to songbirds, hummingbirds, and small mammals.
I always buy seeds from Prairie Moon Nursery. I've had great experiences with them and they even offer native range maps and germination instructions for each species.
Materials:
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One bag of peat moss
A mixing bowl
A pitcher or measuring cup of water
Lidded jars or sealable plastic bags (1 per species)
A permanent marker and painters tape for labels.
Seeds of your choosing
Instructions:
Fill your mixing bowl with peat moss.
Slowly add water and mix with your hands until the moss is moist but not soaked. You should be able to form it into a ball.
Press peat moss into each container.
Sprinkle in the seeds. I covered the larger seeds with more peat moss, but the smaller seeds were just sprinkled on top so that I can actually find them when it's time to plant.
Seal containers and label each with the species name, length of time required in the fridge, (usually 60-90 days), and if it requires double dormancy.***
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After this, place the containers in the fridge for 60-90 days, depending on the germination requirements. You should check on them weekly to make sure they don't dry out or grow mold. If a seed starts sprouting during stratification, remove it from the container and plant it in a starter pot.
After the 60-90 day period, the seeds will be ready to germinate. Move them into starter pots with soil or plant them directly into your garden bed.
I prefer starting my plants in Peat Pots, which are compostable and can be planted directly in the ground. This allows me to raise my seedlings indoors without the threat of wildlife or competition while preventing me from disturbing their root system when transplanting.
***Note on Double Dormancy
Some plants have double dormancy requirements for germination and can be more challenging to grow. This means that the plant will need a period of cold moisture, then warm moisture, and finally another period of cold moisture before they will germinate. Bloodroot, American Cranberrybush, and Spotted-Touch-Me-Not are all species that need double dormancy.
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melmac78 · 4 months ago
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Here’s chapter 2 of the Lexington WIP.
This includes the scene that was beautifully drawn by @lenle-g which I encourage you to see on her page. I had to split this into two parts (I am working on where I want to do chapters anyway), so I think here it is has a good break.
For the first part, here’s chapter one:
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Gordon Tracy was staring out over the ocean, the wheel in front of him and a compass to direct him.
"Let's take her hard to port Ensign Tracy," he said, turning to his left.
Alan Tracy rolled his eyes and looked at the ship's controls before taking his brother's photo. "Very funny - the wheel doesn't even turn much bro," he said as they continued walking through the bridge area to a doorway leading outside.
The two had been enjoying studying the details of the bridge area, including the captain's second quarters there, before Gordon was to show off Thunderbird 4.
"You know, I *could* make you walk the plank for that," the elder brother said, pointing to the bow of the ship.
Alan snorted. "Gordon - that's the old anchor brake. It's completely fenced off to be a plank as a joke," he said, laughing.
The aquanaut conceded. "OK, maybe not this time," he laughed as he and Alan saw a set of nautical signal flags for a variety of situations.
"They're missing few letters of the alphabet," muttered Alan looking inside the box.
Gordon however looked up. "That's probably because they've posted some colors on the mast," he said, gesturing toward said item.
Alan looked up and saw the variety of colors and patterns on the mast. "What do they say bro?" he asked, remembering Gordon's WASP training.
The aquanaut studied them and shrugged. "Not sure. These are scrambled," he said, lying slightly. Gordon realized one set, by letters, spelled a curse word - he hoped by mistake.
Shaking his head imperceptibly at the notion, Gordon continued. "If they were flown individually however, they'd have a different meaning."
"Cool - give me an example," said Alan, interested in learning a bit more about flags.
"You see that one that's got a red square inside a white square and bordered with blue?" said Gordon, and his younger brother nodded. "That's 'W' - or Whiskey in the alphabet. If it were flying alone, it would tell other ships 'I need medical attention'."
"Hopefully we won't need it for John," said Alan, frowning slightly. He had noticed the occasional issues his brother still had from his space sickness.
Though Gordon's example was chosen simply because it was an easy to identify flag, he realized his error. "I should've chosen a different flag," he admitted, Alan's frown. "But yeah - I hear you Alan. John's passing out on us the other day still gives me the creeps. If I hadn't been there to catch him when he started falling toward the lounge stairs..."
Alan gave a slight smile and wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder. "Yeah, I know. Your 'Squid Sense' instincts were really good," he said. Seeing his aquanaut brother smile at the compliment, Alan continued. "John's too good at hiding he’s unwell at times -"
"Let alone goes long periods of time without eating and rest..."
"So much so I'm about ready to ask EOS to lightly enhance the air with delicious food smells at certain times of the day to make him hungry so he eats more," said Alan.
"Bit underhanded you know," quipped Gordon as they descended the stairs to head to the flight deck.
Alan chuckled. "Nah, I figured that one out - Brains has created a space-safe stasis 'fridge where John can keep a variety of good food fresh for months at a time," he said. "All John would have to do is program the 'fridge to give him what he wanted to eat, and it comes out while the rest stays in stasis. Only thing he'd have to grumble about is having to heat and eat it in gravity."
"Why hasn't Brains sent it up to Five yet?"
The younger of the two shrugged as they landed on the deck. "Well... there's been an issue or two with flavors. Sometimes the flavors blend in to another food - which is OK if savory, but..."
"But what?"
"Let's just say I don't ever want to eat Virgil's homemade chocolate cherry chunk ice cream with essence of salmon again," said Alan, and Gordon roared in laughter heading to Four.
As the two youngest were chatting, Virgil was laughing as he peered inside a gun turret, watching as Scott tried to climb out gracefully. So far he was having about as much luck as Virgil with bunk beds... the door was better suited for a person Gordon's height, not 6'1" Scott.
"You know - it might be better if you try the turrets on the hangar deck," he said, as Scott finally gave up and took Virgil’s hand to keep his balance exiting.
Many people had tried their hand at those turrets, which had more room and used cranks to maneuver the machine around.
The pilot smiled as he followed his brother to the T-34 mentor he was going to present a lesson about. "Yeah - but I want to know what it was like for my predecessors to serve and fight," he said, growing a bit more somber. "It's an amazing piece of history we have here, but at the same time, it also reminds us about the ugly side of human nature."
Virgil looked a bit more somber himself. "Even now - though I'm thankful we live in a time where for every one bad thing there are countless good things that happen," he said. "Life's definitely improved for most of the world since the 2040s."
Scott nodded as they started looking at the airplanes on the deck. "I really wish I could fly one of these," he said, placing his hand on the Flying Tiger plane.
"Yeah I bet - but the inner gears have probably needed a tune up since the 1990s," Virgil chuckled.
The eldest smiled mischievously. "You think you could fix it," he teased.
"And let my speed loving brother destroy a priceless artifact - not to mention them having me walk the plank?" said Virgil in the same tone, making Scott chuckle. "How about after your presentation to the Scouts, we try that simulator downstairs later on?”
Scott smiled. “You're on," he chuckled as the elder headed to the plane. Virgil elected to continue the tour on the deck and just below where a lifeboat and first aid display were.
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John was near the stern, looking out to sea. He had enjoyed looking at all the planes on board as well as the ships sailing by - business and pleasure, but this too was a sight to see.
He was amazed at how the light and clear blue sky would reflect off the Gulf of Mexico, turning the normally brownish waters the same beautiful color. Out in the distance, some offshore oil rigs still dotted the distance.
While biofuels and renewable sources were finally being produced with an even lower waste footprint, there still was the need for some oil products.
He was feeling a bit tired and warm from the sun, even though his uniform had some thermal controls, as he leaned over the side to look at what appeared to be a pod of dolphins swimming by... or were they those blue men-of-war that Gordon said don't touch?
There were others sounds, but they seemed distant and blurred.
John watched the pod seem to double and triple in size, confusing him.
Then his head started feeling light.
"Oh no," he thought vaguely as a few moments later as he hit the rail at his waist.
The pilot gave a faint yelp as he tilted over, the vertigo getting worse as he saw thick netting and a more angry water churning by the hull.
His vision started to swim as he kept moving forward. He tried to grab the rail, but caught air instead...
A pairs of rough hands grabbed his baldric and pulled back. John stumbled from the course correction and fell back, still feeling as though the world was going down a drain...
The same hands cradled him under the arms now, as he was then set on the ground. The person was propping him up against their legs and chest.
There were running sounds on the deck toward them.
The person holding him had a hand on his jaw, trying to get him to look at them. He could see someone, even though the image was slightly blurry as grey edges flickered in his blind spots. John just couldn't speak.l
There were more muddled sounds nearby, like a distant flock of seagulls. That was until louder bass timber - voice John reminded himself - shooed them away.
The same voice then tried again to get John to speak. He tried this time, but all that came out was a soft moan.
John then felt the other person's hand run through his hair, who also assured him he was all right.
Between the hand and then a light kiss on the top of his head, John realized he was indeed conscious and being held by a brother. Otherwise, he'd be stretched out on the deck - and admittedly the kiss would be a little odd.
Then the same gentle hand was at his throat, checking his pulse. "John - can you hear me now," said Virgil as he leaned into John's view, gently lifting his chin again to check the redhead's eye reaction.
A pair of aqua eyes lifted to met Virgil's, and to the medic's relief looked to be clearer.
John nodded after a beat, then heard a sigh of relief from Scott, realizing the eldest was now beside them.
Scott had heard Virgil’s “man down” yell and came over to assist.
John took a deep breath and let it out. "Yeah, I hear you Virgil. I just got overheated and had another dizzy spell," he said factually as he started trying to sit up more on his own.
Scott and Virgil gave a sideways look, frowning. "Another? How many have you had since you've arrived?" asked the oldest brother, placing the backside of his uncovered palm against John’s cheek
The middle brother swatted it away, but Scott wasn't happy with how John’s skin felt.
"One," said John, though his eyes betrayed him. He noticed the others not believe him so he continued. "OK, two - the other at the gallery tour, but it was brief."
Virgil's eyes lit up slightly. "Was that when you leaned on a railing to look at the mannequin in the combat information center and told it that it looked funny because ‘his face is crooked’?"
John gave a quick nod.
"I thought it was odd you of all people would start chatting about the animatronics," added Scott. “That said, it may explain why Gordon was encouraging you to tease it.”
"Knowing him, Gordo was also sneakily checking my alertness," the astronaut groaned as his two younger brothers came over. They had assisted on moving the gawkers away.
"Hey, you know you're not supposed to run on - " said Scott.
Gordon glared. "This is a medical emergency - I think decorum doesn't apply when you did it too," he said, and Scott - seeing common sense, also agreed.
The aquanaut then kneeled by John, frowning. "Hey, you OK John?"
"Yeah, just a case of vertigo," he said, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Saw that. If you wanted to swim with the fishes I'm sure the aquarium would be happy to work out a way we both can scuba dive," Gordon said, smirking.
Privately he was worried - he had indeed noticed John's slight dizziness in the quarters tour and was kicking himself for not making his brother rest then.
John snorted. "No - that's your game Squid Kid. I'd rather float in space," he said, then looked at Virgil open his mouth. "Look, I know what you're about to say Virg."
"And that is?" the older man humored.
The astronaut cleared his throat. "'John, you nearly passed out and are very lucky I kept you from falling overboard'," he said, mimicking Virgil's voice. Hearing most of his other brothers chuckle, he continued, normal voice. "So yes, I’ll go cool off and rest."
Virgil snorted. "Now I know you're needing to," he said. John rarely if ever admitted he was ill.
John ran a hand through his red hair and nodded. "Well this time I agree - I'd be better off taking a nap for the next hour or so, " he said, adjusting his baldric. “Plus, my part of the program is the CIC tour later this evening.”
"And given mess isn’t too long from now, we don’t need the wardroom turned back into a quarantine area if you fell," added Alan, who had a friend tell him the history of the dining quarters. He'd have to climb down and up a ladder just to eat.
The youngest then held a hand out to John. “I'll take you back to the berth."
"You sure Alan?" queried Scott. He wasn't sure if that was the best course of action.
Alan knew Scott was worried about his abilities to assist John to the ground if he collapsed, but continued. "Yeah - I'm sure. I presented my speech already on the importance of education and being a Thunderbird,” he said, chuckling at Scott’s rolling his eyes. “Besides, want to go look around the hangar deck anyway.”
John took his brothers hand and, with the guidance of his older two, stood up. He didn’t miss the soft sighs of relief he stayed upright.
Alan however had refrained in solidarity to John’s annoyance at being babied some and, him eating his fellow space brother’s stomach growl, continued.
“We'll stop by the snack bar for some water and - since I think you're hungry, candy or fries. Plus, we'll take the elevator."
John started to roll his eyes, but thought better of it as it could lead to him falling over. "FAB. Thanks Alan," he said as he put a steadying arm around his youngest brother's shoulders.
Alan chuckled and wrapped a support arm around his brother's waist. "You're welcome - I've been in your shoes too," he said, and seeing John's look of inquiry, smiled cheekily. "I just didn't try to swan dive off an aircraft carrier."
John snorted. "Well, since you're less prone to diving, lead the way Corpsman Alan," he said. The younger brother only chuckled there and they headed toward the elevator.
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Real life pics of places mentioned. Note the first two are the gun turret. For reference - I’m 5’8” (1.73m) and had to duck to get out.
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legacyshenanigans · 11 months ago
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The Gaunts 🐍
But it's a Reality TV Show 🤣🤣
Ominis and Aleister: *arguing loudly*
Camera: *pans to Marvolo, he's just watching it play out, then smirks devilishly at the camera*
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Ominis: *screaming running through the house as Marvolo chases him with a dead rat on a stick, laughing*
Camera: *pans and zooms in on Aleister, casually sipping a glass of wine, reading the newspaper, pretending he doesn't hear all the commotion*
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Ophelia: *talking to the camera* I do so adore my garden, I love tending to all the flowers *continues to talk about the grounds*
Rowan: *Runs past the camera, yelling, getting chased by a bunch of angry wasps after poking at a nest*
Ophelia: (?!?!?!)
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Aleister: *talking to the camera* I swear there's always people here in the Manor. I can't remember the last time there wasn't some random friend of Ominis's wandering around my home..Helping themselves to things *clicks his tongue in irritation*
Garreth: *can be seen in the background the whole time helping himself to food from the fridge*
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Marvolo: *Talking about his favourite books as the camera follows him down the hallway to his bedroom so he can show them his book collection, he opens his bedroom door, forgetting MC is chained to his bed in leather lingerie, the camera catching the scene for a quick moment before Marvolo panics and slams the door closed again before clearing his throat and looking into the camera* ...We'll do this another time...Be gone..I have something to take care of first..
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Sebastian: *talking to the camera* Who me? I'm here quite a bit. I'm Ominis's best friend, so naturally, we see each other a lot- *continues to talk about his friendship with Ominis*
Camera: *pans to the left and slowly zooms in on Rowan at the dining room table in the background, in deep frustrated concentration, doing a jigsaw puzzle..Then growls LOUDLY, shoving it off the table because he can't find a certain piece*
Sebastian: *looks over his shoulder at Rowan storming off* The f-
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mysticstarlightduck · 8 months ago
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Incorrect Quotes Tag Game!
Thank you for tagging me @rickie-the-storyteller (here)! I really like tags like this and haven't done one in quite a while! So let's go! (I'll go with the cast of Supernova Initiative for this one)
Rules: use this incorrect quotes generator to come up with incorrect quotes for your OCs!
(It is scary how accurate these got OMG lmao)
Gabi: Hey, aren’t you Jack Tithus? The most famous thief in the galaxy? Jack (narrows his eyes suspiciously): You a cop? Gabi: No. Jack (smirks proudly): Then yes, I am.
Deimos: I’m a multitasker! Also Deimos: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.
Artemis, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me. Cassiopeia: Yeah, Artemis will straight-up cry in public. Don't try him. Artemis: Exactly, I will straight-up - (Realizes) Cassiopeia (smug as all heck): Artemis, already tearing up: Cassie, why would you say that?!
Pax: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?
Deimos (ten years ago, babysitting Cassie for Jack): OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE! (Kid) Cassiopeia: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!
Meridian: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.
Vesper: Hey, Aleks, where are you going? Aleks: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. Aleks: But right now I’m going to get some fries.
Lyorna, looking at Jack: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.
Cassiopeia: Hey, are you okay? Jack: Yeah. Cassiopeia: 'Yeah.' You don't look okay... Jack (jokingly, about to change the subject so fast): Well, then stop looking.
Pax: I just got the best idea I've ever had in my entire life! *Later* Ethean, to Pax, disappointed and a bit impressed: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life.
Jack: So, company is coming, I want this place looking like Disney On Ice in one minute! (frantically organizing the chaos) Cassie, if you haven't made your bed already, throw it away - it's too late to make it now! Get rid of the couches, guys, we can't let people know we sit!! The chairs need to be pushed in, there can't be any sign of living in this house - (On the verge of a mental breakdown, continues rambling)
The entire crew: (done with life)
Deimos: Vesper, is that... my mug you’re drinking out of? Vesper: No, it’s mine. Deimos: It... looks just like the one I have... Vesper (holding the mug like a gremlin): You don’t have one like this anymore.
The Director: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'sadistic bastard’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.
Deimos, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! Jack: OK... then I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while. Deimos (with the manic energy of someone who chugged three bottles of energetics at once, utterly disheveled): BUT I'M HAVING FUN!
Aleks: You... you saved me. You're not a bad guy at all. YOU'RE A HERO, AN UGLY UGLY UGLY HERO! Noctus: Call me ugly again, and maybe I will eat you.
Jack: Just wondering, did you get any sleep? Artemis: Did I get any... leap? Jack (hella confused): A what now...?
Ethean: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy? Noctus (deadpan): Quit your job, kill your family. Seriously, I can't stand Pax any moment longer-
Vesper: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense. Aleks: No, I’ve got plenty of common sense! Aleks: I just choose to ignore it.
Deimos: Did you miss me while I was gone? Cassiopeia (being a little shit with a grudge): Oh, you were gone? Wow. Didn't even notice.
Cassiopeia (at 2AM in the morning): I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Jack (who just wants to sleep): You’re too young to have enemies. Cassiopeia: You don’t even know.
Deimos: Hi- Vesper: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.
Aleks: Do I sound smart, or am I smart? Noctus: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.
Deimos: Fine! I don't give a shit! Jack: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.
Noctus: Pick a card, any card. Jack (smirks): Fine. Noctus: Wait, that's my credit card! Jack, already running away, looking over his shoulder: You said any card.
Deimos: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.
Pax: O darling brother, you love me, right? Ethean (suspicious): Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.
Noctus (panicked): This should be illegal! Pax (having the time of his life): It is!!!!!!
Cassiopeia: But that’s censorship. Noctus: Well done. You are correct. You’re being censored. Now go away.
Jack, to Cassiopeia: I'm leaving for the weekend, so I hid 100 units in your room for food. Clean your room, and you will find it.
Meridian, putting their hands over Vesper's eyes: Guess who! Vesper: It's either Meridian or the cold, clammy hands of death. Meridian, putting their hands away: It's me! Vesper: Dammit.
Jack: Deimos likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.
Jack: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep? Cassiopeia: *also dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Yes? Jack: ...We’re in too deep.
Artemis, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Meridian: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Artemis: I have depression, robot-man, what do you think?
Aleks: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me. Vesper: Ok. Aleks: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?
Noctus (lying through his teeth, cause he actually does care): I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.
Aleks, throwing a pokeball at Deimos: Deimos, I choose you! Deimos, not looking up from his book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.
Meridian: Are you tall enough to play basketball though? Gabi: Are you calling me short? Meridian: No, I'm calling you vertically challenged.
Pax: You need to be more careful! Ethean who was dragged into Pax's issue (and lost his entire career because of it): Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-
Deimos: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Artemis: ... You mean glory days? Deimos: Ah, that too.
Artemis: SSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Cassiopeia: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? Artemis: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!
The Director: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.
Jack: And what did we learn, Vesper? Vesper, begrudgingly: Tackling someone isn’t the correct response to being asked a simple question.
Ethean: What happened?! Pax: Do you want the long version or the short version? Ethean: Sh-short?? Pax: Shit's fucked. Ethean, facepalming:: Okay, long. Pax: Shit's very fucked.
Jack, opening a bottle of Hot Chocolate: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.
Cassiopeia: *aggressively throws a pencil at Deimos* Deimos, deadpan: Oh no. I’ve been stabbed. I’ve been impaled.
Kaelus (Lyorna's Dad): Don’t worry, I have a permit. The Junction: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.
Kaelus: Exactly. NOW GET OUT OF MY FUCKING PLANET -
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dollsonmain · 5 months ago
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Ok, so all at once (though not really, it's more that That Guy has neglected these things forever and made it impossible for me to take care of them), we have:
bathroom floor is rotting
AC is broken
driveway has sunken and there's a literal hole in it
very leaky window which he filed an insurance claim for and will be repaired whenever, but he probably should have just paid for the repair without filing a claim because it's under $2k and now his premiums are going to go up
the ceiling fan doesn't work
deck is literally rotting
gutters are clogged
garage roof has water damage
lots of small wasps inside recently
ants in the walls
all four outdoor lights on the front of the house need replaced
basement wall is leaking but he can pretend it's not because there are boxes in the way
fridge is rattling
And then add to that I have a "new" job that's wrecking me (it's gotten better after she stopped having me go into the cooler to schlep drinks around) and taking up both my physical and mental time because I'm stuck in a brain loop of frustrations with how the place is run.
Today I have work and then groceries and then after groceries I can barely move so I won't get anything else done. I have no idea how much I work this week so can't really plan anything. It's also going to be very hot this week so I won't be getting outside much.
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mybikesurly · 7 months ago
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The only constant is change. No ice cream, made dinner instead. Pulled the last of last year chicken out of the fridge, made enchilada sauce with tomato’s garden. Arroz all cooked, ranch beans simmering and last of yesterday corn from the local stand . Watermelon in the icebox.
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Pulled the large tomatoes as I’m tired of them getting snarfed by wasps, birds and the dogs right when they’re at peak.
My old chef knife from culinary school in 1992. Blade profile is shot, but not ready to shorten to get back the curved blade. Not a bad investment.
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Full meal for the minions tonight. Trying to have a Sunday dinner once a month.
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nerdraging4point0 · 1 year ago
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Blood of Eden // Part Four // Noah Sebastian Urban Fantasy AU Fic
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Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.
CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.
This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.
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"You've helped enough."
She snapped, getting up from the floor. 
Noah turned the key in the lock, slowly pushing open her apartment door; she walked under his arm like a bridge, not even bothering to look at him. Watching her cradle her wounded limb to her chest as she walked by, he hung his head shamefully.
"Sorry about that." 
He wasn't sure she had heard him as she disappeared into her tiny space to a room down the hall, muttering something to herself the entire way. Noah took notice of the mixed-matched furniture, the dark blue loveseat, the cream couch with burnt orange and dark green pillows, and a glass coffee table sitting in the center of the room on top of a worn argyle green area rug.
Scattered along her walls were pieces of eclectic art, large frames filled with a collage of smiling faces of what he presumed were friends and family; it seemed her life had been busy between trips to the beach, theme parks, nights in the clubs, at the bar, graduations and birthdays. The guilt in his chest made him incapable of looking at the pictures anymore; if she'd died on that roof, he would have been responsible for all those people missing her.
He could hear her cursing under her breath, tape ripping, and then the whimpering. He would have offered more help, but she didn't seem thrilled the first time, so he shut his mouth. Propping himself against the wall next to her kitchen, he had a perfect view down the hall and was in the ideal position to defend her front door. 
She came out of the room in a new set of clothes, struggling to put her arm through the sleeve of her khaki hoodie. 
"Oh," she sounded disappointed. Her face was pale, barely capable of keeping her eyelids open as she shuffled her way down the hall. "You're still here." 
He stood by as she entered her kitchen, searching her counters before opening the fridge. It was practically empty, but she didn't seem bothered. Jolly always kept their fridge stocked with Noah's favorite things; he was always curious when Jolly found the time.
"I need a shot," she mumbled. 
"You shouldn't drink. Your blood tastes terrible." Noah offered.
She paused. The fridge door hung open before closing it, slowly shaking her head. She opened a cabinet above her sink and pulled down a large teal plastic box. Noah stepped closer, watching her pull supplies from the old container: a few gauze pads, a wipe, some type of blue elastic, and a syringe full of a neon purple liquid.  
"What's that?" he asked.
"Something that's going to make you go away." He could hear the tears in her voice. The beast inside him whimpered. She turned around and jumped back, nearly dropping the syringe on the floor. 
"What?" he stepped back, startled by her reaction. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"It's PTSD. PTSD and hallucinations. It's not real. Go sit down." Noah got the sense she wasn't talking to him. Grabbing the syringe and her supplies, she stepped past, avoiding him, to sit on her couch. Rolling up her sleeve, she expertly secured the elastic around her arm without even opening her eyes. Noah took a seat on the couch next to her, watching as she felt around in the crook of her arm, grabbing the syringe and lining the needle with her pulsing vein. 
"Why do you do this?" he asked.
"To survive." she sighed, letting the needle pierce her skin and drain the fluid in her veins. He felt the urge to put his head in her lap, have her stroke his hair, and find ways to comfort her. 
 Removing the needle and setting it on the table, she teetered a bit before slowly lying on her left side, pulling one of the pillows under her head.
He watched as she fell asleep with little effort, the soft snores evidently meaning she was exhausted. Noah picked up the syringe, unscrewed the needle, and brought the contraption to his nose. 
He recoiled instantly at the smell, a toxic earthy scent; this is what is making her blood taste so bad. What could she possibly need it for? 
Picking himself off the couch, he wasn't sure what to do, his feet drawn to the box still sitting on the kitchen counter; looking into her box, he saw two other syringes with that purple concoction at the bottom. A small stack of bills was folded in half in the side pocket. Was she dealing or just buying?
Turning to the sleeping beauty on the couch, she looked nothing like the photos on her walls. Sure, her hair was longer, but it was dull; she was obviously curvy, maybe voluptuous; now, as she lay on her couch, she looked like a shell of her former self. Looking at her face, he could tell it had been a while since she smiled. Deep grooves under her eyes from lack of sleep and stress make the lids heavy over her brilliant-colored eyes. As the hours passed and he watched her sleep, the drive and urge to be near her faded; he missed Jolly and wanted to go home. 
He dropped her keys on the table, locking her door on his way out. He took a leisurely stroll on his way back home. He wanted to go home, but something was driving him to go back; passing a corner vendor selling tacos, he stopped to pick up a few. Sitting at the makeshift bench, the taco truck had set out, he enjoyed his lunch, taking down the eight tacos without a breath. He was famished between the morning's distractions and a frustrated state of mind; he'd skipped breakfast.
His phone buzzed, and he pulled out the black device; its thin body barely fit in his hand as he slid open the screen to reveal his texts.
Where'd you run off to?
Jolly's text was declamatory. Noah slipped a finger through the ring of his collar. Jolly knew where he was, and he always would. Collars were equipped with the finest tracking system in the city; not even underground trams interfered with their transmission. 
Needed a walk. And food.
West 42nd seems like a long walk for food.
Noah hadn't realized how far her apartment was from home; as he turned around, he discovered he couldn't even see the skyscraper through the surrounding buildings. Shocker. 
Had to clear my head.
Oh, pet. Was I harsh?
Harsh? No, it was well deserved; Noah disobeyed the rules. Seemed fair he would be punished for it. 
No, not at all
Have you been following Rule #3?
Noah could feel the twitch in his pants, the blood rushing between his thighs, reminded of the way he'd been left this morning. Again, Jolly would know if Noah had tried. The collar tracked his vitals, offering a full report to his master every six hours.
Yes, master.
Good boy. Come home. I work late tonight, but I will take care of you.
Noah never got up and tossed away his trash so fast. 
Jolly straightened up in his office chair, resting his elbows on the clutter surrounding his desk. It was late. Noah had left on duty hours ago, and their home was quiet. Noah was constantly pacing the house, blasting his music, and maybe even watching TV in two rooms simultaneously. Jolly would often sleep when he was out on duty, but he'd been hard at work tonight. His vision blurred; when he closed his eyes and rubbed the corners, he could still see the spreadsheets of costs, budget, inventory, and plans for the lab experiments all over his desktop screen. 
He was sick of working the numbers for the fourth time today. Something wasn't adding up; it hadn't been for two months now; it was minuscule at best, a few hundred here, a few hundred there. But without getting to the root of the problem, it continued to grow, and soon, they would be overrun in debt if it didn't get managed. Against his better judgment, he'd used money from his own account to balance out the difference, hoping it wouldn't bite him in the ass later. 
A new window popped up on his screen, a red dot pulsing on a grid he recognized as the city. 
Noah.
He opened the new screen, seeing the subtle alert that Noah had left his post. He'd crossed over to the next block and was still going; Jolly clicked open the tab holding the city's main alerts, observing the bank security; no breach. Jolly clicked into Noah's tracker, reviewing his vitals in real-time. He could see his heart rate increasing and his oxygen steady, with no log of wounds. 
"Where are you going?" he whispered to himself. 
When the red dot stopped at the corner, Jolly pulled up his phone, dialing Jethro's number. Two rings and the security man answered. 
"Get me all the angles for 24th and Woodman." Jolly barked, and a few loud tappings on the other end of the line came through the receiver as Jethro worked his magic. 
"Sharing." 
One large image cut into a grid of four different angles popped up on Jolly's screen. He threw his phone on the desk, lacing his fingers together to rest under his chin as he watched. 
She was climbing into a horticulture shop, disappearing behind their chain link fence. And there was Noah at the corner. Patiently sitting on his haunches, his head tilted as he watched her. Jolly punched in a few codes, just a few things that Jethro had taught him. He wasn't a tech man but a quick learner when he needed something and didn't want to bother anyone. 
The codes rewound the security footage, zooming in on the girl climbing the fence. Long dark red waves tied back into a ponytail, dark jeans, and a hoodie with a backpack hanging off her shoulders. He watched as she winced each time she used her right arm to scale the fence, rubbing her shoulder as she jumped to the ground again. 
"Well, aren't you a pretty one?" Jolly hummed to himself. 
He let the footage play out, maybe twenty-five minutes before she was back, scaling the fence again to leap down onto the sidewalk as before. 
She lost her footing, falling back onto her ass. Off his haunches in an instant, Noah closed the distance between them; she panicked, scotting herself back till she was caged in by the fence she'd just climbed. Jolly watched as Noah approached her, his head hung low, ears up; when she scrambled again, he lowered onto his front paws, bowing in front of her as he scooted closer. 
She remained still, watching Noah with intense eyes. He was close enough that if he lashed out a paw, he'd scratch her face. Instead, he dropped his head into her lap. They stayed still for several minutes, Noah's tail slowly swishing from side to side. Jolly watched as her hand reached up, hesitating over his head. 
"That's it, pretty one. He likes his ears scratched."
She obviously didn't hear him, her hand slowly lowering onto his pet's head anyway, touching Noah's ears, giving them a tentative scratch. Jolly watched Noah's vitals, his heart rate lowering and his breathing steady. His tail wagged as he leaned into her touch. 
Suddenly, Noah was on his feet, turning to look behind him. Another hunter had come around the corner; Jolly's monitors showed Noah's heart rate skyrocket and his adrenaline surge. 
Noah followed his fellow hunter as they scurried back to their posts, turning once to look over his shoulder before darting off. Jolly's eyes remained fixed on the girl still sitting on the ground, zooming in on her face. 
"What a mystery you are, sunshine." 
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