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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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so i read this scenario on reddit and i thought it would be a cute and fluffy fic idea if you want to write it :)

one of the Pedro boys (i was thinking frankie or marcus moreno but you can put any one of them that you feel like would fit the story) lands himself in the hospital and the reader visits him often cause they’re friends. they notice that every time they visit, his heart rate monitor speeds up, like not enough to cause alarm but enough to be noticeable, and that’s how she finds out that he likes her and they decide to date (after he gets out of hospital)

Appendicitis (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 2.4K

Warnings: talk of being ill, vomit, pain, lots of talk of hospitals and that being a major setting, Frankie is a dad, language

A/N: welcome back to Josie’s quest to clean her inbox! This idea was so precious!! I hope you guys like it!!

Frankie is in fucking agony. Never has he felt something as painful as this, never has such pain radiated through his body so intensely that he has no choice but to vomit out his stomach’s contents.

He spends the day at home, occupying his daughter as best he can while he’s in such suffering. He figures that maybe it’s just really bad gas cramping or constipation. Marisol plays quietly, at her daddy’s request, watching her favorite Disney movies on the couch while nuzzled into his side. Frankie has never been so grateful to get her into bed at the end of the day.

After a full day of the pain, and realizing that it wasn’t going away no matter how many painkillers he took, Frankie gave in around midnight. Lying in his bed, skin turning gray and the pain now decisively in his right side, Frankie called you.

After a few rings, you picked up. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hi.” His voice sounds agonized. “How much do you charge for babysitting again?” He asks, the strain clear.

You’re confused, pushing the phone closer to your ear and thinking it might be the distance that makes him sound so odd. “Uh, you’re my friend, so free. You need me to take Mari?” You ask him.

He nods. “Yeah; how much for like a week though? I don’t want to impose though, and-“

His voice sounds terrible. “Frankie. Shut up. A week? What’s wrong? I can take Marisol for as long as you need, but I gotta know what’s going on.”

Frankie is quiet before he grunts softly in pain. “I think my appendix might be fucked up. It hurts like fucking hell. Mari’s asleep, I don’t wanna wake her or anything, but could you-“

You cut him off once more, sitting bolt upright. “I’m on my way over. Do you think you can hang on until I get there? I can drive you to the hospital, or we’ll get one of the boys.”

“That sounds good,” Frankie agrees. “Fuckin’ ambulances are so expensive.”

You chuckle softly. “Hang in there, Fish, okay? I’m gonna call Will, see if he can drive you and I’ll stay with Mari. How’s that?”

Marisol loves you. There’s no better solution in Frankie’s eyes: she behaves better for you than she does for him. She’ll be in good hands, happy for as long as he needs to be in the hospital healing. “Perfect. God, you’re a fucking angel. Don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve better than me,” you snort as you pull on a hoodie and slip on some shoes. “I’m gonna call Will. You got this, Fish. Distract yourself. I’ll send you updates.”

When you arrive at the Morales household, Will’s truck is already in the driveway. He lives closer, so it makes sense. Be quiet and don’t wake Mari, you remember as you slip off your shoes and head up the stairs of Frankie’s home. It’s quiet, unsurprising for this time of night, and you know Mari is a light sleeper. Frankie would never want to wake her at this hour.

Wandering into his room, you find Will standing next to the bed and an incredibly worn-looking Frankie. His skin holds barely any color, his face almost green in nausea. You rush to his side. “Frankie, holy shit,” you exclaim in a loud whisper, taking his hand. “You’re okay?”

“I will be if Miller mans up and gets me out of this bed,” he says, followed by a chuckle with no humor.

Will sighs. He’s wearing pajamas too, looking as exhausted as you are. Frankie groans as he hears Mari’s tiny voice over the baby monitor. “Fuck. You’re staying with her, Will’s bringing me?” He clarifies, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Nodding, you squeeze his hand. “Give me directions quickly and I’ll go get her. You gotta sit up first, Frankie,” you reassure him.

He squeezes your hand back tight and sits up, his face contorting in pain. There’s a flush of redness to his cheeks, and it makes him look more human for a moment until it fades again. “She won’t fall back asleep unless she’s in this bed with you. She needs the attention. Uh, food is in the fridge, you know emergency shit,” he says, with surprising coherence for the pain he’s in.

You nod and ruffle Frankie’s soft bedhead. “Benny- fuck,” you wince, knowing the Miller brothers hate being mixed up. Somehow, even with their distinct personalities, you do it all the time. “Will. Send me updates,” you remind him as you stand. “And you, Francisco,” you murmur and press a kiss to his sweat-beaded forehead, “get some strong pain meds and get better for me and Mari.” You smile softly and walk out of the room.

The room next to Frankie’s is beautiful, a sage green paint and lots of woodland creatures painted on the walls by Frankie’s surprisingly artistic hands. There’s a crib covered by a creamy white canopy and the little girl pokes her head up, tilting to the side in confusion as she sees you.

It’s not fear, of course. Mari loves you, absolutely adores you in fact. She’s just… confused. Her little brain can tell it’s the middle of the night. “Where’s Daddy?” She asks, making uppy arms at you.

You walk over to her crib, picking her up and kissing her head. “Daddy’s got a tummyache, cutie,” you tell her and tickle her tummy gently, making her giggle and bury her tiny face in your chest. “He’s gonna go see the doctor and get it all fixed up, okay? You and I are gonna have so much fun,” you assure her, and she giggles again.

You can hear two sets of feet, slowly moving. “Let’s go give Daddy a kiss goodbye, okay?” Mari nods and rubs her little eyes.

Frankie’s got an arm around Will’s shoulders in the hall, looking absolutely agonized. He smiles a little as he sees you and his baby. “Hey, patita,” he chuckles. He dubbed her duckling from the soft tufts of fluff on her head as a baby. “Be good while I’m gone.”

Mari nods and puts a hand on either side of Frankie’s sweating face, making a little pout and giving him a kiss. “Love you, Daddy,” she says, a yawn overtaking her tiny face.

“Love you too,” he nods and looks up at you. “I owe you.”

“Friends don’t owe each other,” you shake your head. “Now get your a… butt to the hospital, Morales,” you tell him and pat Will on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

He nods at you and the two men shuffle along through the house until they can get Frankie into the car and on his way to (hopefully) sedation and a cure.

Yawning again, Mari’s big brown eyes look up at you from where you hold her on your hip. “Snack?” She asks you, pointing towards the kitchen.

Her little voice and tiny, pudgy fingers are too much. “I suppose. Only because we’re having special girls’ time,” you tease and boop her nose. Setting her on the counter, you grab some cubes of cheese and some berries, which you make sure are in small pieces.

Mari’s content to eat her snacks with you, and you can see her growing sleepier again as the plate empties out. “Sleepy?” You ask her, and she nods. “Alright, cutie pie,” you sigh and lift her, holding her to your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your torso. “Do you want me to cuddle with you?” You ask.

She nods. “Gotta snuggle for late sleepies. Daddy says that.”

The words melt your heart. Frankie’s always been so good with her, so warm and skilled and precious. It only makes your crush on the man grow every time his little girl babbles about how much she loves her daddy. “Does he?”

She nods. “Daddy sings for me.”

Frankie singing Marisol to sleep. The idea melts your heart. You need in on that. “What does he sing to you?” You ask. “What’s your favorite song that daddy sings to you?”

She thinks for a moment as you sit on the edge of the bed, allowing her to clamber off your lap and into the cozy king-sized bed. “Rocket Man.” It’s hard to decipher in her baby-talk, but you get it.

“He sings that for you?” You ask as you get under the covers, into the blankets that are still warm from Frankie’s body heat, that smell like his cologne.

Mari snuggles into your chest, and nods softly. “Can you sing Rocket Man?”

“Of course,” you nod and trace little circles into the toddler’s back, singing the Elton John song to her in a soft voice. It doesn’t take long, now that she’s in her daddy’s bed and got a snack, for her to fall asleep. She snores softly, and you follow suit not too long after.

It did turn out that Frankie had appendicitis. The doctors weren’t entirely sure what caused it, but you and the Miller brothers rotated your time with Marisol at home and the hospital with Frankie, as his stay was painfully long for such an active man. Santiago video chatted often, but being out of town prevented him from physically seeing Fish.

It took him about a week to recover, and that time was mostly spent napping or watching the television in his room. He’d bullshit with the guys or you when you were around, and he especially loved the time of the afternoon every day where one of you brought Marisol to see him.

Usually it was just you or one of the Millers who stayed in the room with him. The other two either stayed with Marisol or got to stay at home and rest for themselves. It was a lucky day when you and Benny got to both be with Frankie for a while, telling stories and laughing. It was your turn to be off-duty, but all you wanted from your free time was to be with the man.

Your presence has always made Frankie’s heart rate a little faster. It’s always made his palms a little clammy, and his pants a little tighter sometimes. At least now he can attribute it to the pain.

Every time his eyes catch yours, his heart monitor gets a little louder. It’s odd, but you shrug it off. It can’t mean anything. It’s just your Frankie. After an hour or so of spending time with the guys, you run to get fast food for the three of you. While you’re away, you receive a text from Benny.

Benny Boy: you’re fucking with his head, bro

You: what?

Benny Boy: the heart rate monitor is nearly silent right now. every time frankie looks at you it spikes, don’t tell me you haven’t been noticing that

You: do you want nuggets or a burger?

You: thats ridiculous, Benny.

Benny Boy: always nuggets. but seriously, his heart rate is at like 54 right now, he’s just chilling and kind of dozed off. let’s check it when you come back.

You: be prepared for the most boring science experiment ever. also, what dip do you want?

After you receive your bulging bags of food, stuffed from both Benny’s and Frankie’s massive appetites, you return to the hospital.

You: walking in. pulse status?

Benny: 60. he’s a little more awake now.

As you enter the room, Frankie turns to you and grins. “Hey. What did you get?” He asks.

You plop the bags on the small table overhanging Frankie’s bed and grin. “Just your usual order. I know what you like,” you shrug as you unpack the food.

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 77

Smiling at the rate of Frankie’s heart, more than you should really, you sit down back next to Benny and the three of you eat your food. It’s somewhat quiet, the chatter dying as you devour the fast food, savoring the grease and salt.

After everyone is finished, you stand and clean up the garbage, tossing it all away. You sit back down on Frankie’s bedside. “So, macho man. How’s the pain?” You ask, your fingers tracing his good side.

Beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 86

He shrugs. “It hurts like a bitch, and they said it’s gonna keep hurting like a bitch.”

“Poor baby,” you chuckle, cupping the side of his face and kissing his forehead softly.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 96

Benny groans and stands. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He smacks your arm as he walks past, as if rubbing in the evidence he’s found. “And then take a walk, I think.”

You’re still seated at Frankie’s side, on the inflatable hospital mattress. “Oh Benjamin,” Frankie rolls his eyes. “Why’d he leave so quick?”

You shrug, though you know the answer. “Who knows? Benny can’t even predict himself,” you chuckle. Frankie’s hand rests over his chest. You slide your hand over his torso and lace your fingers through his until you’re holding it. You can feel his heart thumping steadily against it. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 104

He smiles. “I’m lucky I have you.”

You sigh softly as you look up at the heart rate monitor again. “I gotta say, you have a really high resting rate,” you say nonchalantly, as if you believe it.

Frankie’s face warms. “I, uh-“

“I’m kidding, Frankie,” you mumble softly to him, smiling a little. “I really like you, and I think that monitor is helping me know you like me too. When you get out of here, can we maybe go on a date some time?”

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep. HR: 112

Nodding enthusiastically, those floppy curls move with his head. “I would love that,” he tells you with a beaming smile. “God, have you been able to tell all day?” He asks as he looks up at the monitor, his ears burning with heat as he reads the pulse rate. It’s embarrassingly high.

“Yeah,” you finally admit and smile down at him. “But it’s cute. And it makes me feel all warm inside because I finally know you like me too.”

Big brown eyes stare up at you with all of the love in the world. “If I wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, I’d kiss you right now,” he promises. “But that’ll have to wait.”

“Yes it will,” you nod and kiss his forehead again, easing him back against the mattress he’d lifted up from slightly. “Now I’m going to go find Benny, and you slow down that heart rate,” you tease and ruffle his curls.

“I’m not gonna be able to slow it down with you around,” he says with a soft smile, his eyes slipping shut.

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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hey! i love your work so much and i had an idea. what about the whole team going to pride? or maybe just the cubs or coops, but i would love to see the whole team supporting and maybe breaking out flags of their own. :)))

Happy Pride, everyone!!! It has been such a wild year, but I hope you all find comfort and joy during this month <3 I'm sending you all love and hugs (or high-fives, if you prefer), as well as positive vibes for the summer. SW credit belongs to @lumosinlove as always!

Credit to @queercanoe for the the rainbow bracelet idea <3

“This is…this is really nice,” Sirius said as they stood in line for popsicles. His face glowed with happiness and Remus squeezed his hand where it laid over his shoulder.

“Better than last year?”

He hummed in thought. “I like being here without the Cup and all the cameras. It’s just us.”

“And half the team,” Remus added.

“True,” Sirius laughed, bending down to kiss his forehead. Some of the glitter Lily had managed to sprinkle over his head and smear on his cheeks fell onto Remus’ shirt, and he brushed it off with a laugh. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. The kids are still arguing.”

Sirius glanced behind them and snorted; on the other end of the block, Leo hitched Logan higher on his back as he held Finn’s baseball cap out of reach. Talker and James had started an impromptu game of volleyball with a stray balloon, and the sight of Regulus playing peekaboo with Harry using his pride flag cape sent a burst of happy butterflies through Remus’ stomach.

“D’you think they’ve even noticed we’re gone?”

“Doubt it.”

They tapped their popsicles together in a toast and meandered back to the group—the afternoon heat toned down some of the manic energy of the morning parade, and Remus was content to just wander hand-in-hand with his fiancé for a while.

Not your fiancé for long, he reminded himself as the ice cooled his mouth. Just five more days, and then you’ll have a ring, too.

He stood on his toes, still a little sore from dancing earlier in the day, and kissed Sirius’ cheek. “What was that for?”

“Nothing. Just ‘cause I love you.”

Sirius let out a slow breath and squeezed him a little tighter around the shoulders, catching a drip of syrupy red before it slid down to his elbow. “This is the perfect day.”

“It is, isn’t it? Ooo, blue raspberry.”

“Can I have a taste?”

“Of c—” Remus was cut off by warm lips against his own, shorting out every braincell in one fell swoop. You sly little shit, he thought, smiling into the kiss as Sirius dipped him back.

They straightened up after a moment and Sirius raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s pretty good.”

“Your lips are purple.”

He licked his own half-melted popsicle before dragging Remus in for one more kiss, though both of them were almost laughing too hard for his plan to work. “There. Now we match.”

“Thanks, babes.”

“Hey!” Finn cupped his hands around his mouth, clearly giving up on retrieving his hat. “Are you done yet? I was promised popsicles!”

Remus flipped him off and pulled Sirius down by the collar of his shirt, suddenly uncaring of the stickiness making its chilly way down his forearm. It was their day to do that, after all; their day to be flamboyantly affectionate to anyone in sight, regardless of contracts and media and expectations. It was a day drenched in popsicle sugar where he could turn his soon-to-be-husband’s lips more purple than the dahlias he loved so much.

“You could’ve just said ‘no’,” Finn remarked as they rejoined the group, both a little flushed.

“As if you’ve kept your hands to yourself,” Remus teased, gesturing to the various smudges in Finn’s face paint.

He hesitated, then shrugged. “Good point.”

“I have them on occasion.” A burst of giggling caught both their attention and softness bloomed in Remus’ chest as Sirius tossed Harry a few inches into the air, making rocket ship noises. Next to him, Leo had set Logan down so he could lift Katie up and tickle her until she shrieked with joy.

“God, they’re cute,” Finn said around a mouthful of syrup-soaked ice. The look in his eyes was unmistakably fond, and Remus knew it was reflected on his own face.

“They are. The boyfriends aren’t bad, either.”

Finn snorted, then spluttered as he nearly spat out his popsicle, sending Remus into peals of laughter. “Stop it!” he complained, though the didn’t sound very upset at all. “I’m gonna get a brain freeze!”

“A brain freeze?” Sirius turned to Harry with exaggerated shock.

“Oh, no!” Harry gasped. Behind them, James stifled his smile in the side of Lily’s neck.

“It’s not lookin’ good, buddy,” Finn said with false gravity. “Popsicles are a dangerous food.”

Harry made grabby hands until Finn settled him on his hip, then took his face between two chubby hands and looked deep into his eyes. “Your lips are blue,” he proclaimed after a long moment.

“Are they?”

“Uh-huh. Tremzy’s got red lips, an’ Knutty’s got red lips, and Mama has pink lips, and Uncle Pads has purple lips.” Harry poked the side of his mouth. “You’ve gotta have purple lips, too.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at Remus over Harry’s shoulder. “Not a chance, Harzy.”

“We’re better kissers anyway,” Leo said with a grin as he sidled up and gave Finn a light peck. “Better, Pocket Pots?”

Harry stuck his tongue between his teeth in a comical imitation of Sirius’ concentration face; Remus shoulders shook as he held back his amusement. “Almonds.”

“What?”

“Almost,” Sirius corrected gently. “Not almonds. Close, though.”

“Tremzy!” Harry called. Logan looked up from Katie, who was quite happily upside down as he swung her like a clock pendulum. “You’ve gotta make Harzy’s lips purple!”

“Do I?” Logan glanced back down. “Can I set you down, ma princesse?”

“No!”

“Okay,” he laughed, hauling her over with careful steps. Finn leaned down to kiss him; over his shoulder, Leo and Harry made faces at each other.

“This is perfect,” Sirius murmured, resting his forehead against Remus’ (admittedly sweaty) hair. Remus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the stress of wedding planning roll off his back. He could be surrounded by their family in a sea of color for just a little longer—they could be there together.

“I’m proud to be with you,” he said as Regulus clambered onto Leo’s back for ‘a better view’.

It was a cheesy sentiment, but they had never shied away from romcom moments before. He felt Sirius’ soft huff of breath on his temple. “Re…”

I’ll never get tired of the way you say my name. “That’s me.”

The sigh turned to quiet laughter and a kiss. “We are such a cliché.”

“But you love it.”

“Damn right I do.” His lips were sweet and a little sticky, still; Remus wanted to drown in the feeling. “I will always be proud to be with you.”

“Uncle Pads!”

“Yes?” Sirius lifted him out of Finn’s arms with a dramatic groan. “You’re growing up too fast!”

Harry squished his cheeks, then poked the tip of his nose. “Why don’t you wear rainbows?”

Sirius frowned slightly. “I’m wearing rainbows right now.”

“But you only wear them now.”

“You want me to wear rainbows every day?” He cast a look at Remus, who half-shrugged.

“You do look good.”

“Everybody should wear rainbows all the time,” Harry declared. Down the street, a series of party poppers went off, followed by loud cheering from another group.

“Excuse me?” a timid voice asked. Remus startled slightly and turned around; a small group of teenagers was huddled by the massive balloon arch. One young man held his phone up. “Could we—uh, could we get a picture with you guys?”

“Do you want me to take it for you?” Leo offered as Finn took Harry again.

The kid’s eyes went wide, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, thanks!”

“Alright, on three!” Leo squinted in the sunshine as they gathered in a semicircle. “One, two, three, smile!”

“Could we get one with you, too?” one of the girls asked when he lowered the camera.

Sirius took the camera as they shuffled around and swapped positions, crowding close to the rainbow balloons while Harry played with Remus’ colorful suspenders. “Ready? Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” they chorused.

“I got a couple, just in case.” He handed the phone back to the first boy with a smile. “Are you guys having a good time?”

“Yeah, this is amazing,” he answered, a little breathless. “It’s—this is so cool. Thanks again.”

“Pas de problem.”

Remus glanced over just in time to see the girl bump her own rainbow bracelet with Leo’s; both of them were grinning broadly. “Have fun today, okay?” he said, giving the shortest of the group a high five. A jumble of goodbyes answered before they hurried back into the crowd, whispering among themselves while their pins flashed in the sun.

“They were cute,” Sirius said, watching them go with an indecipherable look. “Feels good to know it meant something, y’know?”

“It always does,” Remus agreed, snuggling against his side despite the heat. “I wish—”

Sirius looked down at him when he faltered; Harry yawned so wide his eyes closed. “What?”

“I wish we had this when we were kids.”

Regulus and Leo tumbled out of the rapidly-growing crowd, bickering over who got which part of the cotton candy, while Kasey stood as still as he could so Natalie could finish the small bi flag on his cheek. Sirius’ whole face lit up as he watched them. “It’s even better now.”

Remus watched the second wave of the parade build around them—people of every shape and size were decked out in a whole spectrum of colors, turning the street into a living rainbow in the afternoon sun. He tucked his hand into Sirius’ back pocket and laced their free hands together, listening to his heartbeat under his cheek. “This is the best thing we’ve ever done.”

“Coming to Pride?”

“No.” He held their hands up, and Sirius’ ring caught the light. “This.”

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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Part 20

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"Time travel sounds fun until you see how cringy you used to be." You said, watching Nebula fix some things on the suit Scott had on.

"I've never been cringy." Scott said. You stayed silent in response, glancing at Rhodes. Scott blinked, scoffing softly as you giggled.

"You're great, Scott." You gave a tired smile. Bruce went to put in the red capsules.

"Hey- Hey, be careful!"

"I'm being very careful." Bruce replied.

"No, you're being very Hulky." Scott put in the capsules himself. Even if Bruce was careful, he could still crush whatever was in there without even thinking about it. It was weird seeing Bruce in Hulks body but you supposed it helped end the beef they had. Scott and Bruce went back and forth until he turned small and big in a second.

"Alright, one test run." Scott gave a sheepish smile, glancing at everyone in the room. "I'm not ready for this."

"I'm game." You turned your head, looking at Clint. You crossed your arms, a soft sigh leaving you.

"I'll do it." Clint shrugged. Scott licked his lips, looking at Bruce. Bruce gave him a small nod so Scott walked out of the room to change out of the suit. Clint followed.

"So.. He got a new tattoo." Rhodes glanced at you. You licked your lips, shrugging lightly. Rhodes sighed, leaving the room momentarily before returning with some twizzlers. He offered one to you, giving a small smile. You took it, taking a small bite from it as Clint walked into the room with the suit on. Nebula made sure everything was good with the suit.

"Clint, you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the shift. Don't worry about it." Bruce told him.

"Wait, wait.. Let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos and just.." Rhodes made a wrapping and squeezing motion.

"I mean, it's a solid idea. Baby Thanos was probably real ugly anyways." You said, chewing on the candy. Bruce stared at you and Rhodes in disbelief.

"First of all, that's horrible-"

"It's Thanos."

"And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future."

"We go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them.. Thanos doesn't get the stones!" Scott said, shrugging. Rhodes nodded, motioning to him.

"Problem solved!"

"Bingo." Clint nodded as Nebula glanced at them, giving a small shake of her head.

"That's not how it works." She muttered.

"Anyways, who told you that?"

"Star Trek, Terminator, Time Cop, Time After Time, Wrinkle in Time, Hot Tub Time Machine-"

"So, any movie with time in the name." You said with a chuckle.

"Well, it doesn't work like that. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future and your former present becomes your past." Bruce explained. You hummed, continuing to munch on the twizzler.

"If time travel works.. That means there's different versions of ourselves in different.. Dimensions, right? Like living things we've lived and making decisions we'll eventually make?"

"Yes, actually." Bruce nodded, glad that at least someone was getting it.

"For example, my past self might be in Sokovia fighting Ultron right now while my future self might be relaxing on a beach." Bruce said with a shrug. You hummed, nodding.

"I wonder what my future self is doing.."

"Probably getting therapy instead of napping and drinking." Rhodes muttered, glancing at you. You scoffed softly.

"You drink?" Clint questioned, brows furrowing as a frown tugged at his lips. You shifted your gaze back to the man you used to call dad and shrugged.

"Occasionally." Once the suit was good to go and Bruce had told Clint everything he needed to do, you followed the guys and Nebula to the platform Rocket had built. It was surprising how much a raccoon could built. You glanced at Thor, giving him a small nod. Bruce walked up to the controls, the others standing behind him as they watched Clint stand in the center.

"Alright, Clint.. We're going in three.. Two.." You could tell Clint was nervous, you were too. Despite everything, he had still been someone who took you in and loved you. You slowly chewed on the twizzler, gaze flickering around the platform. To Clint it could feel like hours but it would merely be seconds for you and the others. Clint suddenly appeared, falling on the ground. The helmet retracted as he panted. Natasha quickly rushed up onto the platform with you following incase he had injuries. Natasha helped him up, getting him grounded as Clint looked around.

"I saw her... I saw Lila again.." Clint panted. You stared at him, swallowing as your grip on the twizzler tightened. Clint tossed a baseball glove at Tony, nodding.

"It worked." Clint said. A sense of relief filled you along with everyone. There was a chance at getting everyone back. The team turned, heading to an office in order to talk more and come up with a game plan. You finished your twizzler, taking a seat and watching Tony pull up pictures of the stones.

"We gotta find out the when and the where." Steve said, looking over all of the stones.

"Almost everyone in this room has had at least one encounter with an infinity stone." Steve turned his attention onto everyone. You supposed Vision counted as an encounter.

"Or substitute encounter by being damn near killed by one of the stones." Tony added, shrugging as he sipped on his coffee.

"I haven't." Scott piped in. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about."

"Regardless, we only have enough pinparticles for one trip each and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history." Bruce said, slowly walking around the office.

"Our history." Tony reminded him. "So, not alot of convenient spots to drop in."

"Which means we'll have to pick our targets." Clint muttered. Tony nodded, shooting him the side eye. You cocked a brow when you made eye contact with Tony. Tony simply patted your shoulder.

"Let's start with the ether. Thor, what do you know?" Steve asked, everyones' attention shifting onto the god of lighting. Thor sat in a corner, coke bottle in hand and sunglasses on.

"Is he asleep?" Natasha asked after Thor didn't answer. You stared at him. The last five years had definitely been rough for him.

"Pretty sure he's dead." Rhodes mumbled. You sighed, reaching forward and grabbing a cup of water. You made it turn ice cold before tossing it at the god. Thor jolted awake, looking down at his wet shirt.

"Thor, the reality stone. What do you know about it?" Steve asked again, watching him stand and approach the picture of the reality stone. You listened to Thors' rambling, turning to look at Tony. Scott was the only one interested in what he had to say. Tony approached him, urging him to sit.

"Alright.. Who's next?"

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You stared at the pictures. Three stones in New York, one in Asgard, and the other two in Morag. You looked at Steve as he approached the hologram.

"Alright, we have a plan. Six stones, three teams. One shot." Steve said. You swallowed, glancing at Rocket and Thor. You had been assigned on their team. Just in case. You stood up with the others, going off to change. You stared at the two pictures in your locker. One of the Barton family and the other of the Stark family. You headed towards the platform after changing, standing beside Thor and Rocket.

"Stay safe." Natasha said softly, giving your arm a squeeze. Steve gave a pep talk before you put your helmet on. You absolutely hated the feeling as you went through what looked like a blue tunnel. When you blinked, you were in Asgard. Thor held a finger up to his lips, passing by a room. You followed, glancing back and seeing his brother. You had never officially met Loki but he was an odd dude. You reached a hall, standing besides Thor. You listened to the women talk in the hall. You shared a look with Rocket.

"There's Jane." Thor whimpered, shaking his head. Rocket sighed.

"Alright.." Rocket hopped off the stone block, looking at you and Thor.

"You're gonna charm her, (Y/N) will be our lookout, and I'll poke her with this thing, get the stone, and we'll be gone." Rocket said, watching Thor. You gave a nod but Thor sniffled.

"I'll be right back. The wine cellar is just down here. My father used to have this huge barrel of ale." You stared at Thor, letting out a sigh as you scratched your forehead. You heard a door opening and quickly ducked besides Rocket.

"Yes, and could you also let me know when Gaia plans on visiting again?" You blinked, feeling your body freeze. You slowly stood, glancing at Thor as he slowly walked down the hall, gaze on the woman.

"Who's the fancy woman?" Rocket asked, hopping onto the stone. You swallowed, turning your head and looking at the woman.

"That's my mother..." Thor answered. Your eyes slightly widened, turning to face Thor. You opened your mouth to ask him a question.

"She dies today." Thor whispered. You shut your mouth, frowning. You licked your lips, gaze flickering around.

"How.. How does she know Gaia?" You asked softly. Thor glanced at you with furrowed brows.

"She was a friend of my mothers'." Thor answered. He looked back at where his mother had been, shaking his head.

"I can't do this." He breathed out, beginning to pant softly. You and Rocket faced him. Rocket told Thor to get closer as Thor rambled. You blinked as Rocket slapped him, almost laughing at the sight of a raccoon slapping a god.

"You think you're the only one who lost people? What do you think we're doing here? I lost the only family I ever had. Same with nature boy over here. I get you miss your mom, but she's gone. Really gone and there are plenty of people who are kind of gone. You can help them. So is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs out of your beard, talk to the girl, and when she's not looking, suck the infinity stone and help us get our families back?" Rocket stared at him. Thor nodded, a small whimper leaving him as his eyes watered.

"Thor, calm down." You said softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "You're the god of lighting, Thor. You can do this."

"Yeah, yeah, I can." Thor nodded. You gave him a small smile, following Raccoon towards the door. You turned, hearing footsteps rushing away. You sighed.

"He's gone." You muttered. Rocket groaned softly.

"You go after him. I'll go get the stone." Rocket said, turning around and walking towards the room.

"I don't know this place." You huffed, looking at the talking raccoon. Rocket let out an exasperated sigh.

"Be my lookout." He mumbled. You walked towards the room Jane was in, watching Rocket enter. You stood infront of the doors, gaze flickering around. You had no idea what you were gonna do if somebody asked you what you were doing. You swallowed, glancing in the direction Thors' mother had gone in.

"He'll be fine." You assured yourself, speedwalking in the direction. You spotted Thor, quietly walking towards him.

"Thor-"

"Shh." He brought up a finger to his lips. Thor grabbed you, keeping you hidden behind the pillar as his mother passed by. She dismissed her girls. You and Thor peeked around the corner.

"What are you doing?" You flinched, letting out a yelp as a woman yelped as well. You turned and faced her, watching her look at Thor. Thor suddenly grabbed you, covering you with his jacket.

"You're better off leaving the sneaking to your brother." The woman said, head tilting.

"What are you wearing? Who is this?" She asked, stepping forward. You swatted Thor's arm away, clearing your throat.

"Uhm, I'm- I'm (Y/N)." You said. Rocket was gonna kill you.

"Frigga." She gave a polite smile. "What are you wearing?" Friggas' brows furrowed, looking Thor over. Frigga slowly approached her son, placing a hand on his cheek. Thor rambled slightly. Frigga smiled softly.

"You're not the Thor I know, are you?" She asked softly.

"Yes I am."

"The future hasn't been kind to you, has it?" She gently brushed some hair out of his face. You watched her, gaze softening. You could see why Thor loved his mother so much. They shared a tight hug, something Thor had desperately needed.

"Let's talk." Frigga smiled. You tuned out as Thor spoke to his mother. You walked around her room, looking over the glass. You licked your lips, looking over at them.

"How do you know Gaia?" You asked softly. Frigga turned to look you curiously.

"Like, uhm, Thor told me but I.. I wanna know more." You said, facing her. Frigga tilted her head, slowly approaching you.

"Gaia? What would you want with her?"

"She's my mother and she.. She kind of abandonded me." You shrugged lightly, letting out a small awkward laugh. Frigga hummed, gaze softening.

"Gaia's in.. It's hard to explain. She's in The Garden. She lives there and it's how she watches over her creations." Frigga explained.

"How do I get there?"

"Fairy rings. Only certain people have access to her portals." Frigga said. You nodded, keeping it in mind. Thor stood, approaching you and his mom.

"Mother, I must tell you something-"

"No, Thor." Frigga turned to face her son, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Mother-"

"Guys!" Rocket shouted, running towards you. "You were supposed to watch the door!"

"I know." You gave an apologetic smile. Rocket shook his head, showing the stone.

"I got it." He breathed out. "Oh, hey, you must be mom."

"I wish we had more time." Thor said softly. Frigga smiled gently, grabbing his hands.

"This was a gift. Now you go and be the man you were meant to be." Frigga said softly. Thor gave her a sad smile.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you." Frigga hugged Thor tightly. She pulled back and smiled. Rocket began to count but Thor stopped him. He extended his hand towards the balcony area. You and Rocket shared a look.

"W-What are we looking at?" He asked.

"It takes a second." Frigga chuckled softly. Thors hammer returned to him, making him beam. You smiled softly as the suit returned.

"Nice meeting you." You said.

"Same here." Frigga smiled, giving a small wave. The helmet came on and you went back through the nauseating blue tunnel. You grunted, shutting your eyes tightly.

"Yeah, fuck that." You muttered, rubbing your forehead. You looked around, noticing Clint fall to his knees with teary eyes.

"Where's Nat?"

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Tags: @geek-and-proud @wolfelocksley @babyvisionisamenace @jjk-is-my-shit

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hazbincalifornia · 3 years ago

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Amount of writing I’m getting done for OT and my IZ fic: Some.

Amount of writing I’m getting done for self-indulgent bullshit: Somewhat more.

Anyway, wrote out Bella meeting Sir Pentious because I was bit by the muse bug. This is written for the four people who know who they both are, f.

Wordcount: 2075

The second she saw the airship soaring through the red-tinted sky, shooting anything that looked at it funny, Bella knew she had to get inside of it. Let Kit flirt with their host (or, if she was honest, fail to flirt with, man, she didn’t even like flirting and even she knew that he turned into a pile of goopy mush when he was around a guy he thought was cute) and let Vee attempt to kidnap yet another animal to try and smuggle home, she wanted to find out who the heck made a steam-powered airship in the twenty-first century.

Or maybe Hell was actually stuck in the year 1900, who knew? Time probably passed funny in the afterlife, but the fact that nobody had shot them out of the sky yet said that there was something else afoot- the pilot had to have some way of warding off attacks considering rivals probably had, like, grenade launchers, and she wanted to find out how. Style merged with substance, ruling the air with confidence- and she wanted in.

“Hey! Hey you!” She flagged down somebody with four arms and purple fur who looked short enough to be less likely to punt her into orbit- Mom had warned that most people down here were mean as, well, Hell- and pointed up at the ship. “What’s the deal with those?”

“You a newly dead?” The demon raised one of their four eyes, and Bella nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, newly dead. Anyway. Story?”

“They’re made by Sir Pentious, one of the Overlords. He’s some kinda inventor, I’unno. Never blew up anything that mattered to me, so I never cared that much.”

“Sir Pentious…” She rolled the name around in her mouth, plucking the ‘T’ in the middle thoughtfully along with the rubber bands wrapped around her braces. “Got it. Thanks!”

“Er- you’re welcome.” They darted off, but that was fine. Now it was just a matter of actually getting onboard.

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She couldn’t find a rocket pack anywhere- lousy Hell lagging behind Earth technologically- but ended up stumbling across the next best thing in a warehouse that had an extra ship that had clearly been in some sort of accident. This one was only partially-reassembled, and there was a lot of burn damage sustained to the aluminum and copper outside, but that just meant that she could see the skeleton without having to slice through a lot of layers, so it was almost better- and a lot easier to crawl in one of the big holes in the front window via a pile of parts in front of it.

The interior was decorated like a mansion, with vivid yellows, reds, and blacks- she could respect the commitment to the aesthetic, especially with torn-open snakesheds and red eyeballs plastered everywhere. It looked like something out of Mom’s old comic book collection, toxic and yet intoxicating, every detail chosen for maximum dramatic potential. It must look even better with all the lights on and more than her phone’s flashlight illuminating bits at a time.

It was the best playground that she could imagine- nothing but her and a massive ship the size of an apartment building. Oddly enough, there wasn’t much dust- maybe it had crashed recently and was being held here for repairs? It was certainly of a similar design to the one that she’d seen from the ground, so she couldn’t imagine that it wasn’t just an iteration or two away.

Her fingers ran over the sleek machinery like it was sacred- some of it looked like it belonged in a museum, but the rest was cutting edge, and the seamless way they blended was like something out of a dream. A genius indeed- if she’d been born a hundred years ago and was suddenly thrust into the modern day, she could only hope that her tech would look this good. There was room for improvement of course, there always was, but it was loads better than most of what she saw digging through the junkyard, and a lot closer to the stuff she made with Grandpa Zim using his irken tech. Impressive for someone who’d clearly been dead for some time, considering he’d made enough of a name for himself that some rando off the street knew it.

“Genius inventor, huh…?” Bella pulled out her screwdriver, starting to work on freeing the control panel. It had a touchscreen and levers, what was that about? She had to know what it looked like underneath- did Hell even use cables and wires or was she going to need to drag Kit in to do his magic business here?

It took some doing- whatever had taken this particular ship down had welded the panel into place and it took a crowbar to pry off, ha, take that Venus for saying she ‘didn’t need to bring it’- but eventually she got into the guts of the thing. Sure enough, it was wiring, spiraled all into itself in a knot- it must have gotten all messed up at some point, maybe that was what caused the crash on top of whatever burnt the outside?

She was about to start taking it apart when she heard a pitter-patter behind her.

“I’ve got a gun and I know how to use it, ya know,” she said, rummaging around in her pocket before pulling it out. “Mom insisted I bring the one that can vaporize people since apparently half of you can’t even die the normal way anyway? Bunch of freaks.” Her finger twitched towards the trigger as the pitter-patter became a shadow as the thing scrambled up towards the same hole she’d come in. “I’m warning you, I’m a great shot. Won’t take two to blow your brains out.”

“Whoever you are, bossman says you gotta go!”

It was an egg. Not like some kind of insult, it was literally an egg, and probably a third of her size. It was also wearing a little hand-tailored suit and top hat. She stared down at it, and it stared up at her.

“Who’s bossman?” Bella asked after a few very long seconds of silence.

“You know… bossman!” It blinked. “He doesn’t like people pokin’ around his cool, cool stuff and you tripped the motion sensor. Hey, is that a ray gun?”

Bella’s finger eased off the trigger. “Yeah, it is. It can probably scramble you.”

“Oooh! Fun! Not as good as boss’s, I’m sure, but-”

“Hey, what say you take me to this boss?” Bella crouched down, knowing this was incredibly stupid but also already entirely committed to it. “Then he can decide what to do with me in person.”

“Hmm… alright, but no funny business!” The egg looked her up and down before turning heel, starting to clamor down the pile of parts. She had to hold back a snort when she saw that it had ‘#69’ written on its back.

Some things never changed no matter where you went.

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The egg blabbered on all the way back to the ship, mostly about jazz music oddly enough, but soon enough they were nearing a different ship that had settled behind a building. It was either the one she’d seen before or a duplicate, and she felt a shiver run up her spine as she got close- it looked a lot cooler in one piece and lit up bright yellow. Her phone buzzed, and she discreetly pulled it out as the egg launched into a diatribe on the importance of the saxophone. It was a text from her sister.

dolittle 🐭: bells where ARE you

dolittle 🐭: kits distracting clove so I could grab one of those bugdog things but moms gonna be asking how were doing soon, what should I say

Bella thought for a moment before sending back a reply. ‘im checking out that airship we saw earlier. have weapons. ill be fine. meet you back at the cafe later’

dolittle 🐭: be careful ok? know you can handle it but still

Bella smiled a little at that, sending a thumbs up before tucking her phone back into her pocket as they ascended the bridge.

“And then, then he saysss to me, he sayssss- Ah, there you are! Good, good.” She heard him before she saw him, voice booming as he welcomed his hench-egg back. “And what was poking around the warehouse?”

“This, boss!” The egg tugged at her jeans by the knee around the corner before pushing her forward with surprising force. “They said they wanted to see you!”

“Well well well!”

Bella’s antennae twitched as her eyes widened. The man in front of her was a jet black snake, with fangs, a top hat, a bowtie, and eyes on his face as well as nestled on the open space on his chest and hood. Best she could pin from Venus’s nature lectures he was a cobra of some sort, and there was a smug fang-y grin on his face as he slithered up to her, taking advantage of the height that his tail gave him- he’d probably be seven feet easy to Bella’s mere five foot one.

It took her only a moment to shake off her awe. “So you’re the famous Sir Pentious!”

His grin widened. “Ah! You’ve heard of me, little tresssspassser?”

“Obviously, considering I knew your name, right?”

“Er- yes!” He faltered for just a moment, and she went in for the kill.

“Your work’s fantastic, but you really need a way to keep the gutty stuff in order in case of a hit- that’s probably part of why that other ship went down, y’know? But your sense of design and how you mold your century-old designs with the new stuff- it’s fantastic, I just want to cut it all open and see how it works.”

“What did you do?” His hood flared, and she twirled the gun in her hands.

“I only touched the control panel, and your little egg boy got at me before I messed with anything, but I’d give anything for a couple of days working on the interior of this place- I bet I could make it run faster and with less fuel.”

The eye on his hat rolled itself as he narrowed the eyes on his face. “Who are you to come in and think you know better than I about my own shipssss? I should end you right here for your insolence and your trespassing!”

Bella folded her arms, glancing around. “Hmm… far left column, the one with a yellow eye instead of a red one.”

“What about it?” He folded his arms as well, waggling his head. “Are you-”

“It’s welded weird. Something went wrong with the metal when it was being forged, so you put it in the back so you wouldn’t have to look at it. You didn’t want to waste a perfectly good column because somebody screwed up one little part. And that’s just what I see looking around in, like, five seconds- gah!” The end of his tail had wrapped around behind her while she’d been talking, and struck before she finished her sentence, lifting her up to his eye-level with her arms pinned to her sides.

“Little wrench! How dare you?”

“I’m…” Her legs kicked a little, ribs feeling uncomfortably bendy at the moment as his scales pressed against her chest and back. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

His tongue darted out as he hissed, just barely brushing her nose before sliding back into his mouth.

“What do you really want, missy? I don’t like competition, you know.”

“You to let me breathe, for one,” she wheezed, fingers turning to try tickling what she could reach, and his cheek twitched funny before she dropped bodily to the floor, only managing to roll in time thanks to muscle memory from combat training. Thanks, Grandpas. “I really do just wanna see how all your stuff works. The ways I could improve my own inventions if I just could figure out how to blend different functionalities the way that you do...”

“I am quite impresssssive, aren’t I?” He puffed up his chest a bit. “And you have no intention to-”

Bella drew an X over her chest. “Cross my heart. You’re the bossman.”

He looked her up and down. “Hmm. Get back to me when you have a proper uniform and not those ragssss, and I suppose I could show you around a bit, if- if!- you show me something of yourssss. ”

Bella’s grin slipped into a smirk as she gave a bow. “Bella Donna at your service, then, Sir Penny.”

#iz #shadow writes stuff #hh

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letswritefanfiction · 4 years ago

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Mistakes Were Made

A series of disconnected oneshots that poke fun at the fandom hivemind, canon, and past!me. I’m taking things that I’ve either observed or done myself and reframing them in parody where hopefully we can just all have some low stakes fun and, at best, maybe learn something about our favorite characters and writing.

Read on ffnet here.

Chapter Six- What in the World?

or Love, Love, Love part 2 of 2

part 1 here

"Look. I'll be happy to kiss you. Thrilled, even. But first—and this isn't always a prerequisite for me, but you called me 'babe' so I just gotta know—who are you?"

Leaf stared at the man across from her with wide eyes. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. She's been rejected—something that had never happened to her before—but worse than that, she was beginning to think that she'd made a terrible mistake.

"You…" Leaf started, backing away slowly, "You're not Blue, are you?"

"Nope, Gary Oak," Gary said, bristling. "People don't usually mistake me for anyone. I'm pretty unmistakable."

"Oak…" Leaf mused. Then, she began to look around. "Everything's a little off…I recognize some people, but then they're with people that I've never seen before. And why is everyone kissing?"

Gary put his hands up. "Hey, don't ask me! You were the one about to plant one on me. These are just a bunch of heterosexual monogamy addicts I'm surrounded by. I have no part in this."

"How did I even get here?" Leaf asked, a little more panicky. "I don't remember how I got here?"

"Again, your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart," Gary said with a shrug. "You just appeared out of nowhere."

"Okay. Okay." Leaf took a few calming breaths. "This is not my world. The Blue I know would never allow for four Team Rocket members to hang around here without a challenge."

Gary spun around to look at the two Team Rocket pairings. "Well, like I said, I'm not—Oh, what the hell?"

"What?" Leaf asked, following Gary's line of sight.

"Doppelgangers, two o'clock."

A glance to the right revealed two more newcomers approaching hand in hand. And, sure enough, the boy had tall, spiky hair like Gary and the girl was basically a hatless version of Leaf.

"Hey, guys!" the girl called as they passed unbothered through the circle of kissing couples. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Gary asked, becoming exasperated. "Who are you? Are you us?"

The girl laughed. "I don't think so! This is Blue and I'm Green."

Gary shook his head, suddenly having no patience for this. He had no idea if this Blue was the same Blue that Leaf spoke of—actually, judging by her expression, he probably wasn't—but, evidently, Green was not Leaf.

"You know what?" Gary said, beginning to back away, gesturing to the kissing couples. "I never wanted to be a part of this. I sure as hell don't want to be a part of whatever's happening with you mirror folk. So I'm out."

"Where are you going to go?" Leaf—or was it Green?—asked.

Gary shrugged. "No idea. But if you three could appear out of the blue, maybe I can disappear into it. Maybe into a world where I win the League."

"Careful what you wish for." The voice came from just behind him and Gary whipped around, finding himself face to face with another personal doppelganger smirking at him. "Those titles don't last forever."

Gary gave a shriek and ran away, ran for the hills. He released his Arcanine and hopped on top, unable to get out of this godforsaken field fast enough.

Any universe would be better than this one.

Moral: Alright, if you know anything about me, you know that I have major beef with Gary and Leaf. Leaf is a character from one game, FireRed/LeafGreen (actually, technically, she was in Colosseum and Battle Revolution too. And it's my belief that it was her, not Green, in Let's Go), and she's the playable character, so she has no discernible personality beyond average heroism for the Pokémon universe. But so many people ship her with Gary, I guess because of the idea of Blue/Green from the manga. But…Gary ≠ Blue and Leaf ≠ Green. Where is she coming from, ya'll? All you're doing is bandwagoning! Also, as stated last chapter, not every character needs to be paired off. You can leave Gary single!

Exception: The other thing you might know about me is that I'm fascinated by Universe crossing. I love the idea of the animeverse colliding with the gameverse or the mangaverse. So if you wanna do that, by all means. Otherwise, what is Leaf doing as the lone gameverse character in your anime fic?

#pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokefic #oldrivalshipping #conflictshipping #oneshot #gary oak #gary and leaf #blue and green #blue oak

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leolamin97 · 5 years ago

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Invader Pink- The Pink Nightmare (Finale)

PART 3

THE NEXT DAY Beach city Middle school was like any other school you’d see. Kids were making their way out of their parent’s cars and into the school building, pretty normal stuff. Or somewhat normal until a brightly colored Van with MR. UNIVERSE on the side. All the kid’s eyes were immediately on the van and the boy who just exited it.

“Have a good first day of school Stu-ball.” A slightly balding long-haired man said poking his head out of the car

“I’ll try dad.” Steven says with a small amount of enthusiasm

“Hey Steven, your gonna do great. I know it.” Steven’s dad says

“Thanks, I’ll do my best.” Steven says getting a smile from his father as he drove away

Steven then turned and faced the school, plus all the kids who were currently staring at him. He gave a small smile and wave letting out a “Hello” in hopes of making a good first impression. All the kids immediately turned away from him and started whispering amongst themselves. Steven let out a nervous laugh as he slowly made his way to the school steps. He was halfway when another van pulled up, this one more normal. And he turned to see who it was.

“Connie do you have everything for school?” a woman says

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says exiting the car

“Books, pencils, notebooks, phone, ID?” The woman asks

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says taking her backpack

“You Remember your class schedule?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says checking its contents

“Okay I’m gonna be late at the hospital tonight, so you will have to walk home. You remember the way right, I set a route on your phone just in case.” The woman yes slightly worried

“Yes Ma’am.” Connie says as she begins to walk away

“OH CONNIE! Your book!” the woman says holding out a book, Connie immediately turned around to go and get it, and as soon as she did the woman gave her a kiss on the forehead

“I love you Connie. Your gonna do wonderfully.” The woman says smiling

“Thanks mom.” Connie says with a blush and smile

Steven watched as the car drove away and the girl Connie opened her book. She became totally engrossed in it walking and reading seamlessly making her way up the stairs with no trouble.

“H-Hi I’m Steven nice to-.” Steven said fumbling with his words as the girl passed him without paying him any mind

“O-okay then.” Steven said with a sigh as he made his way inside

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Steven made his way to his class U-213, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He was greeted by a rather chaotic scene or kids sitting on their desks, talking, using their phones, and throwing paper. Steven closed his door behind as he entered watching everybody go. He stood in the front silent nervously as everybody did their thing no paying attention to him

“I-um-excuse me-I wanted to ask-.” Steven said quietly not getting anyone’s attention

BAM

Everyone turned as the door slammed open. In walked a woman in her late 20’s she had brown wavy hair with a blue Highlight in it. She was wearing short sleeve light blue button up shirt and jeans with sneakers. Her eyes were heavy and bored as she walked to the desk in front of the class everyone looking at her. Steven watched as she sat down with her cup of coffee, Steven focusing on the mug which said ‘LIFE’S A BEACH AND THEN YOU DROWN’.

“Um-Hello I’m-.” Steven said trying to introduce himself only for the woman to raise a finger to stop him.

She took a large swig from her mug before looking over the class. She then raised her head taking in a deep breath, and then letting out a long groan as she lowered her head onto the desk. There was a full minute of silence with everyone looking at her as she just rested her head on the desk.

“And I’m ready. Hello class I’m Ms. Lazuli, I’ll be your teacher for this year. You work with me, I’ll work with you, and this will be less painful for all of us.” Ms. Lazuli says looking over the class with her bored expression

“I know every single one of you here so let’s not waste any time on that. However, we have some new students. You with the Star, introduce yourself.” Lazuli says

“O-Oh right, hello everyone my name is Steven Quartz Universe. It’s nice to meet you all.” Steven says enthusiastically some of the kids snickering at his name

“Quite the colorful name, your parents were really into peace and love when they had you huh?” Lazuli says

“I am pretty sure they like Peace and Love, I do a lot. Do you to?” Steven asks with a smile getting a look from Lazuli

“Take your seat, it’ll be the one your butt gets used to all year.” Lazuli says pointing to the desks

There were only 3 desks left near the center. And Steven took the one dead center locking eyes with Ms. Lazuli. She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the boy who seemed to be exuding optimism. Then the door opened again.

“I am really sorry I’m late Miss.” Connie says entering the room

“Trust me kid it doesn’t matter…... nothing really does.” Lazuli groans

“I promise it won’t happen again, I just needed to talk with the main office about-.” Connie says in a rushed toned

“Kid, Kid, stop before you bite your tongue. New kid, introduce yourself, take a seat.” Lazuli says pointing to the desk

“Hello my name is Connie Maheswaran, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” She says like it was rehearsed bowing her head to the class. She then took the seat to the left of Steven as he looked at her nervously

“Okay then, all that’s out of the way we can get started. Please pay attention, I won’t repeat myself and take note so-.” Lazuli says getting up and picking up some chalk only for a knock at the door to get her attention another adult standing outside

“Uuuuugh, what now? I’ll be back don’t cause a ruckus,” Lazuli says going to the door and walked out

As soon as she did the room went into chaos again Steven and Connie the only ones remaining in their seats. Connie however took out her book and started reading again, while Steven drummed his fingers on the desk. His mind raced as he tried to think of something to say to her, she was a new kid like him this was his best chance at making a friend. But he didn’t know what to say, plus she didn’t seem interested in talking at the moment. His eyes then went to the book she was reading.

WHEN SPACE LOOKS BACK: TRUE ACCOUNTS OF EXTRATERRESTIAL ENCCOUNTERS

“Oh, you’re into aliens?” Steven asks

“I know what you’re about to say, so please spare me the jokes and taunts I’ve heard them all.” Connie says almost annoyed not looking away from the book

“Wha?” Steven asks

“I’m used to it; everyone thinks I’m weird. Calling me the crazy girl for believing in aliens, so if your gonna start just save it and keep to yourself.” Connie says gripping the book tightly

“Wait, Wait I’m not gonna make fun of you. I believe in Aliens to.” Steven says making Connie immediately put the book down and lock eyes with him

“What game are you playing? This is supposed to be the long con or something?” Connie asks

“Why would I, I’m new here to?” Steven asks as Connie looks at him curiously

“So, you don’t think that aliens are just for conspiracy nuts and were alone in the universe?” Connie asks him quizzically

“Well if the universe is a big as people say, it wouldn’t really make sense if were the only functioning species. There’s gotta be something else out there.” Steven reasons

“FINALLY, SOMEONE ELSE GET’S IT!!” Connie yells surprising Steven

“So, you…… wanna meet an alien?” Steven asks smiling

“Meet no, I’m preparing.” Connie says

“For what?” Steven asks

“For the Invasion of course.” Connie says

“Invasion.” Steven says

“Yeah, of course someday an extraterrestrial threat will descend upon us and try to take over our world. And we must be ready to fight them off and defend humanity.” Connie says

“What if their friendly?” Steven asks

“If they come in peace, we’ll extend a hand of friendship, but we still must be ready. Who knows what terrifying powers they have or advanced technology thousands of years ahead of our own or their incredible intellects?” Connie says

“What if they aren’t super terrifying or really that…... intelligent.” Steven says thinking back to last night

“They would’ve perfected space travel of course they’re smart.” Connie says

“Well not everyone can be a rocket scientist, I mean we aren’t right. Maybe it’s the same for them.” Steven says surprising Connie

“Heh, I guess you’re right.” Connie said smiling making Steven smile

“So, are aliens your thing or?” Steven asks

“Not just aliens, I’m completely into the Paranormal as well. I’m gonna be an investigator of all the unexplained mysteries of the world and beyond…... or I could be as long as it doesn’t affect my grades or my extracurricular activities.” Connie says

“Oh, cool you believe in Ghosts and Monsters to. I swear once when I woke up I night I saw eyes looking at me in my closet and when I woke up the next morning my socks were gone.” Steven says

“I’ve heard about similar cases before, it’s most likely a small level 1 roaming specter. They can only manifest small parts of themselves in dark areas and usually make mischief than be actual threats. The worst case I heard is about a guy losing all his teeth.” Connie says

“OH WOW! How did you know that?” Steven asks amazed

“Just some friends I have online, we keep each other up to date on all the cool stuff. Like last night one of my cohorts found some strange disturbances from satellites over the U.S between 8 and 9 pm.” Connie says

“Heh, ain’t that something.” Steven says nervously

“Anyway, what’s your interest in aliens. Have you had a close encounter?” Connie asks with a smirk

“O-O-Oh well ya see.” Steven says nervously until the door opened again

“Alright class due to a technical mix up our supposedly EXPERIENCED COMPUTER EXPERTS BOTCHED! We have been given another new student instead of the one who was supposed to be, and is late either way.” Lazuli says

“What happens to them?” Steven asks

“I don’t know they wander I guess or something. Anyway kid, come in and introduce yourself so I can finally get this class started.” Lazuli says walking to her desk leaving the door open.

Steven smiled excited that another new kid was in this class, he managed to start a conversation with Connie and seemed to be going well. Maybe he could do it again he could make friends on his first day. But that smile soon fell as a weight filled his heart as he saw the silhouette behind the door. Then a Pink ballet shoe with a white poof at the end stepped out from behind it. Steven felt his eyes widen and his heart stop for a moment as he looked at what was before him. Pink now being Steven’s size still with her hair that was twice the size of head, her pink skin, and Diamond Irises. She wore a Dark Pink shirt with the words ‘I Love Earth’ on it and a light pink skirt with a white trim that went to her knees. She smiled as she holds up a white and dark pink backpack with little nubs on the bottom.

“Hello friends, my name is Pinkamena Diamandis. But everyone calls me Pink Diamond or just Pink for short.” The chibi Pink says with a smile as everyone looked at her like weirdo she was.

Steven almost broke out in a sweat when he saw Pink, everyone was looking at her. But Steven saw Connie was looking at her the most intently her finger raised and shaking, single eye twitching and mouth slightly open.

“As you can all clearly see I am a completely normal human worm baby, who has lived on this wonderful planet for……… 12 years.” Pink said taking a moment to think of the last part

“There is nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing you should find suspicious about me and there is no reason to look into my background or history. And if you do think there’s suspicious about me YOUR WRONG AND YOU’RE A FILTHLY LIAR!!!” Pink screams the last part pointing at everyone before her like a crazed maniac

This of course got a whole lot of looks at her, at which Pink realized being her hands back to her chest.

“Anyway, I’m normal, so just ignore me and we’ll be fine. I hope we can all be friends.” Pink says with a large toothy smile

“I just got all the characters here huh? Take the last seat next to star kid there.” Lazuli says pointing to the desk right of Steven

Pink with her large smile takes her seat next the sweating Steven and the glaring Connie oblivious to both. Steven was trying not to lose his cool as he looked at Pink and felt Connie’s eyes going past him and to Pink.

“Okay now that we’ve wasted enough time, we can finally get things started. Our first subject is…… yes Pink?” Lazuli starts but stops with a groan seeing Pink raise her hand

“Yes, education giver, I have a question. Let’s hypothetically say this planet was to be suddenly attacked by an alien armada, how prepared would humanity be……... TELL ME NOW!” Pink says growling the last part

“………………. Right.” Lazuli says annoyed ignoring the question making Pink frown

“So, who has pencils?” Lazuli asks as Steven and Connie are the only ones to raise their hands

“Do you have enough to share with everyone?” Lazuli asks as the two shake their heads no

Lapis slams her palm on the desk taking a deep breath before walking out of the room to retrieve pencils for her class. The room was left in silence with Steven nervously sitting between Pink and Connie.

“…… okay I’m not the only one seeing this right.” Connie says

“Hello their fellow child-human, my name is….” Pink starts turning to Connie

“Yeah, no stop that. You’re an alien.” Connie says blatantly almost making Steven gag on his own spit

“What are you talking about?” a random boy asks

“ARE YOU SERIOUS LOOK AT HER!!” Connie yells pointing at Pink

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I am a normal 11 cycle old human.” Pink says defensively

“You said 12 before.” A girl says

“That’s what I said 12. I am normal so why don’t you be a pal and SHUT UP!” Pink yells the last part

“I will not shut up and you are not normal! Look at her freakish Pink skin and eyes, her irises are Diamond shaped nobody has that!” Connie says

“MY SKIN IS PERFECT YOU INSOLENT LITTLE…… I have a skin and eye condition which I am very sensitive about. And my eyes are a Proud part of my organic heritage you DISGUSTING DIRT MUNCHER!!” Pink says seething on her desk

“Oh, for the love of just give it up! That is the worst disguise I’ve ever seen, and I cosplayed at Familiar-Con last year! You just asked if the planet would be prepared for an invasion! Everyone heard her right, she’s not normal!” Connie says pointing at Pink

“Yeah she isn’t and neither are you!” a boy says making the other kids laugh which made Connie blush in embarrassment

“Connie maybe you should calm down for a bit.” Steven says trying to stop her before she does something drastic

“Why don’t you listen to the adorable Human-boy, who I never met before. You should sit down and shut that mouth of yours.” Pink says sinisterly

“I WILL NOT! Steven you see it right! She’s not human!” Connie says looking to Steven

“Oh w-w-well I think….” Steven stammered fiddling his thumbs as he looked between the two who were glaring at each other

Steven’s eyes then wandered under Pink’s desk and saw she had a watch like device on her wrist. Steven watched as she dragged her finger across it in a circle making it glow. His eyes then went to the window and the tree outside the building. He saw the leaves rustle and then 5 small red figures start to emerge. He almost let out a gasp as he saw the rubies in the tree looking like they were ready to jump into the class and attack. He was in full panic mode as he sat in the middle of this dangerous situation.

“Okay here we go, they aren’t sharpened so deal with it.” Lazuli says entering the class with a box

Connie immediately sat down politely once again hands on her desk, and Pink brought her finger in the opposite direction of her watch turning it off. Steven saw the rubies hide in the tree once more making him sigh in relief.

“Okay so English was supposed to be our first class, but since we’ve wasted so much time today, we’ll just go to math. Pay attention.” Lazuli says going to the chalkboard

“Um, Ms. Lazuli! I can’t see past Pink’s massive hair!” The boy sitting behind Pink says

“Tough luck kid I ain’t a barber…… well not anymore. Pay attention now.” Lazuli says as she starts

Steven tried to focus but was mentally gone as he sat between the two girls who were glaring at each other. He slightly sunk in his seat as his first day got a little more chaotic.

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“Enjoy our school’s delicious food.” Lazuli says sarcastically as the bell rings and the kids leave the classroom

Pink made sure she was the last the leave making her way out of the classroom with a peaceful smile on face. She made her way halfway down the hall coming to a door. And as she did a hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm. She let out a yelp as she pulled into an empty classroom.

“PINK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Steven yells in a panic

“Oh hello, fellow human. How are you? I was just going to…… um.” Pink says trying to remember what it was

“Lunch.” Steven says

“Lunch. That’s it, just needed to remember, we said it at the same time so I knew it.” Pink says

“Pink what-?” Steven tries asking

“Oh, by the way what is your name? Since we’ve never met before.” Pink says

“Pink, we’ve met last night you know my name is Steven.” He says

“Hello Steven nice to meet you.” Pink says making Steven grunt in annoyance pinching the bridge of his nose

“Although perhaps I may seem familiar to you.” Pink says smirk

“Pink it’s you.” Steven says

“As if we have met before one cold Earth night.” Pink says

“Pink I know it’s you.” Steven says deadpanned

“Something so strange you could’ve sworn it was only a dream.” Pink says trying to keep up the mystery

“It wasn’t, it was last night. You landed on my front lawn.” Steven says

“Behold! Your eyes do not deceive you it tis I! THE RADIANT PINK DIAMOND!!” Pink says as with a flash of Pink she shapeshifts to her normal form towering over Steven

“Oh-wow-what a surprise.” Steven says feigning amazement

“Yes, yes your tiny human mind is reeling. But make it quick I have to-.” Pink says as she turns only to hit her head on a light

“AAAAARGH!!! STUPID-HUMAN-BUILDING, WITH YOUR LOW CEILINGS AND HANGING LIGHTS!!! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FREAKING SMALL!!” Pink shrieks

“Because I’ve never met a human who’s a big as you. I mean my mom might have to duck to enter this room, but still.” Steven says as he takes Pink’s hand pulling her down into a kneeling position

“Ah, whatever, this whole place is dumb anyway.” Pink grumbles sitting on the floor before Steven

“Okay two things 1. You can shapeshift? And 2. What are you doing here?” Steven asks

“Yes, one of the amazing skills my race possesses. We can bend our light construct bodies into any shape and size of our choosing. Allowing us to be masters of disguise and infiltration.” Pink says as with another flash she transforms into her ‘Human’ form

“As for why I am here this is just phase 1 of my world conquests plans. I first must gather all the information I can on your world so I can begin forming my plans for takeover and how to properly cull the masses of this world to my reign.” Pink says

“You want…… to take over the world by going to middle school?” Steven says

“You said it was a place human go to learn about the world. Plus, my gems are doing their own research as well.” Pink says

“Yeah I did say that. Though it may take a while for you to learn everything you want.” Steven says scratching his head.

“Oh, I can wait as long as I need to.” Pink says

“Hope so, also how did you end up in my class specifically?” Steven says

“Oh, we found your name in the registry saying you would be in that room. So, I moved the other guy and put myself there.” Pink says

“Why?” Steven asks curiously

“Well…… um…... well because…… I-wanted-to see you…… again.” Pink says embarrassed blushing

“Awwwww~” Steven says blushing as well with a smile

“Y-y-yeah I mean you are my minion! You can help me better acquaint myself with this Middle School.” Pink says

“Yeah, I’ll help you, don’t want you getting hurt or hurting somebody else. And on that point, why are those short angry people in the trees?” Steven asked pointing out the window

“The rubies are here for my protection. And to silence any humans who get in my way, like that annoying visor girl.” Pink growls

“Yeah. You gotta tell them to leave.” Steven says

“WHAT WHY?” Pink asks

“Pink you can’t have a hit squad on call outside our class in a tree. What if somebody sees them?” Steven asks

“Oh, please they’re highly trained soldiers, with centuries of experience. They aren’t gonna get caught.” Pink says with a laugh

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Outside a school maintenance worker carried a ladder to a tree while whistling a tune. He sets up the Ladder on the tree and takes out some trimming tools. He continued to whistle as he scaled up the ladder with the leave trimmers. He then reaches the top and takes the trimmers getting ready to do his job. He then parted the leaves only to be greeted by a scowling Ruby. In a moment of pure surprise, he dropped his trimmers wide-eyed and silent. The Ruby then punched him in the face knocking him out and making him fall off the ladder onto the grass. The Ruby then retreated back into the tree pulling the ladder up as well.

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“Yeah. You also can’t go around attacking people!” Steven says

“Steven, I’m not gonna attack everyone. Just People who cross me, Like Dirt Muncher.” Pink says simply

“Connie.” Steven corrects

“I know what I said.” Pink says seriously

“Okay, you two got off on the wrong foot. But I’m sure if you just sit and talk you two can become friends.” Steven says optimistically

“No. Never. To the day my light leaves me gem. To the day the last star dies. And Beyond that. No.” Pink says simply with narrowed eyes

“Okay then think about this pragmatically. Connie has a family, people who care about her, people who would worry if she suddenly vanished. So, worried they will call the police to try and find her.” Steven reasons

“Po-leze?” Pink asks with a raised eyebrow

“They are humans who enforce the law. And a big law on Earth is that you don’t hurt people. And if you break the law they’ll come after you.” Steven says in a warning like tone

“Pfffft, what do I a Diamond have to fear from some scrawny humans?” Pink says with a laugh

“Numbers.” Steven says with a smirk

“What?” Pink asks with an annoyed look

“You have 5 of those little red guys, while the police have dozens and dozens of officers.” Steven says as Pink looked slightly worried

“And you don’t have to just worry about the police. There’s also the FBI!” Steven says

“Wh-what’s the FBI?” Pink asks worried

“The super police and they have even more guys than the regular police. And they always catch people who break the law!” Steven says pointing at Pink’s nose

“What am I, supposed to do? I can’t get caught!” Pink asks

“First don’t hurt Connie…... don’t hurt anyone. Tell your guys to get out of the tree, and back to wherever they came from. And if you are doing this infiltration thing, try to just fit in. Be nice and get close to some people, and try to be low key about it.” Steven asks

“Okay then, any suggestions.” Pink asks

“Okay then first the Shirt…... what is that?” Steven asks looking at Pink’s ‘I LOVE EARTH’ Shirt

“What about it?” Pink asks

“I-It’s just too much, it’s to on the nose,” Steven says making Pink examine herself

“……. Ugh, you know what you’re right. I asked Pearl to be honest with me, she said it looks great. Of course, she did.” Pink says with a sigh as her upper body flashes pink and the shirt is changed, it now having a light pink upside-down diamond.

“Okay that’s good. I’ll walk you through the rest of it as we go on, but we gotta get some lunch.” Steven says as he starts to leave

“ALRIGHT!..... What’s Lunch?” Pink asks

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The school’s lunchroom was about what Steven expected loud, kinda cramped, and smelled funny. Still Steven walked into the main hall with a smile as he held his tray filled with what he guessed they called food here, again another thing he was expecting. He made his way down the aisle looking for a spot to sit amongst the tables. He could make out that certain cliques sticking together nerds, jocks, music, the usual. Steven found an open spot and rushed towards it, only to have another person take it immediately

“Um, hey could you scoot over a bit? I-.” Steven said before everyone at the table glared at him making him back up

“Okay, Okay. New kid, means I don’t have a table.” Steven says as he walks away, until he notices an empty table

“Alright!” Steven says going to the table, many of the kids watching and whispering as he did

Steven made his way to the empty table and sat, the lunch room getting noticeably quieter as he did. Steven even swore he heard a gasp, but didn’t pay it any mind as he sat down. He put his tray before him and took a spoonful of what he guessed was beans and prepared to eat.

“Yo.” A voice said from behind stopping Steven in his tracks

Steven turned around to see a girl his height with wild purple hair which has a baseball cap over it. She had dark skin and black eyes, she wore tattered jeans and a loose T-shirt that said RUNT on it.

“Oh Hello, there.” Steven says turning around

“I’m Amethyst.” Amethyst says not breaking eye contact with Steven

“Oh well I’m Steven, nice to meet you.” Steven says extending his hand to be shaken as everyone in the lunchroom was looking at them

“You’re in my spot.” Amethyst says

“Oh sorry.” Steven says as he scoots to the side

“This whole table is my spot.” Amethyst says seriously

“You…... have a whole table?” Steven asked curiously

“Yep, everyone knows this table belongs to me.” Amethyst says sitting beside Steven with a malicious grin

“O-Oh well I am new here.” Steven says nervously

“Yeah…. You smell new. You wanna know what happened to the last guy who tried taking my spot.” Amethyst says with a sly and evil grin

“A-um…” Steven stammered nervously

“I broke his nose. Blood splattered everywhere, I got suspended, guy didn’t come to school anymore.” Amethyst says simply playing with a plastic fork

“Oh…... well…… I guess I don’t have to worry about you doing that to me.” Steven says with a nervous smile

“And what’s stopping me from clocking you right now?” Amethyst asked leaning in

“You…. Would…. Get blood all over your nice table.” Steven says with a sheepish leaning back

There was a heavy silence that filled the lunch room as Amethyst stared down Steven. A sweat drop rolled down his forehead as he locked eyes with her.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You’re alright Steve-O, call me Amy dude.” Amethyst laughs patting him on the back

“Heh, alright. That was a nice joke you pulled, that was-that was really…... terrifying.” Steven says honestly

“Heh heh, yeah, that wasn’t a joke. Ya see all those whispering faces looking at ya right now.” Amethyst says pointing out to the cafeteria and all the people who were looking at Steven and whispering

“I got a bit of a reputation and school, and the fact your sitting next to me and I didn’t sock you means ya got a reputation to.” Amethyst says smiling

“Is that a good reputation?” Steven asks

“Your gonna have to find out by yourself bro.” Amethyst says with a laugh before eating her lunch

Steven gave a confused grunt as he looked at his new ‘friend’ eat the school lunch. He looked out to the lunchroom and saw that most had returned to their own activities with only a few looking back at him. Steven shrugs and get comfortable ready to eat his lunch

“STEVEN!!” Connie yells slamming her food in front of him

“CONNIE!!” Steven says happily

“Amethyst!” Amethyst says raising her spoon for a second but going back to eating

“So, who’s your new friend?” Connie asks

“Oh, this is Amethyst…... Oh right! Amethyst you’re not gonna punch Connie, right?” Steven asks

“Don’t care, eating.” Amethyst says between chews

“Wait was he gonna punch me?” Connie asks

“Well she said she isn’t.” Steven says

Connie was confused but sat across from Steven, trusting the boy. He had a genuineness to him that Connie found friendly and comforting. He meant what he said and what he said was nice.

“Steven there’s something I wanna talk about.” Connie says

“Oh, I do to.” Steven says smiling

“Oh, you do? Then please go first.” Connie says politely

“Well where are you from?” Steven asks

“Wh-what?” Connie asked surprised

“Where are you from? Now is a good time to get to know each other, I wanna know more about you.” Steven asks with a smile

Connie stares at Steven once again surprised by the genuine niceness coming from him. She takes a moment to compose herself and then answers.

“Well I am new to town, my family had to move here cause my dad’s a private security guard and my Mom’s a Medical scientist.” Connie says

“Cool I’m new in town to and my mom is also a scientist.” Steven says enthusiastically

“Well ain’t that convenient?” Amethyst says between chews

“What about you Amethyst you new too?” Steven asks

“Nope lived here all my life. As much as I would like to be a part of this exchange, I am super hungry.” Amethyst says still chewing

Steven shrugs and continues

“Did you have friends in your old town?” Steven asks

“N-no, we move around a lot. I don’t really…. Get the chance to.” Connie says sheepishly

“Oh, will you be moving again soon?” Steven asks a little disappointed

“I don’t think so, the place my mom is working really wanted her so she says this could be permanent residence.” Connie says

“THAT’S GREAT!!” Steven says happily nearly coming out of his seat

Connie yelped at his enthusiasm but smiled still happy that he was happy.

“What do you like to do, aside from reading Alien book?” Steven asks eagerly

“Oh well I also like reading Unfamiliar Familiar, I play tennis, I like watching Under the Knife.” Connie listed

“YOU LIKE UNDER THE KNIFE TO?! HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWEST THE EPISODE WHEN THEY HAD TO GET THE DIAMOND…!!” Steven said excitedly

“OUT OF HIS BRAIN YEAH!!” Connie replied happily and the two started to laugh

Amethyst continued to eat but smirked at the two

“Aren’t you two a cute couple.” Amethyst says smirking

“AH-WHA-?! A co-couple, w-w-we just met we can’t…...” Steven stammered as Connie blushed

“……. Oh, Steven that reminds me, I wanted to talk to you about-.” Connie says wanting to change the subject

“Oh my god! Check out the freakshow.” Amethyst says laughing looking away from the table

Steven didn’t need to look up to know what Amethyst was talking about, but did anyway just to be sure. And as he predicted at the end of the aisle stood Pink holding a tray of food looking at it confused. None the less she took a deep breath and made her way down the aisle head held high trying to give off an air of superiority. Most of the students either gave her a passing glance or ignored her. Pink then made her way to the end of a table to a girl eating her meal, until she noticed Pink.

“I eat food! Just like you!” Pink says smiling holding out her tray

The girl gave her a look before scooting away from Pink. Pink gave a small frown, but continued on her way. She then stopped at a boy who was eating.

“I HAVE A STOMACH!!!” Pink yells in a shrill voice with wide eyes and a manic grin. The boy gagging on his food from the surprise

Pink clicked her tongue before locking eyes with Steven a smile growing on her face. She quickly made her way to Steven’s table sitting across from him, shoving Connie a bit with no regard getting an annoyed grunt.

“Hello Steven.” Pink says happily

“Hi Pink.” Steven says equally happy

“Hello Squealing Flesh bag.” Pink says with a sly grin and condescension in her voice, making Connie growl

“Hello Space-Girl.” Connie says back making Pink’s eye twitch

“And Hello…… you.” Pink says confused looking at the eating Amethyst

“Yeah, good old…... you……. Yoooooou~” Pink says as if she was buying time to think of something

“She wasn’t in our class; you haven’t met her. This is Amethyst.” Steven says

“Oh, thank the stars!” Pink says relieved

“Sup, your hair looks funny.” Amethyst says

“S-so does yours…... also, you look kinda familiar.” Pink says looking at Amethyst with narrow eyes

“What she looks like your BFF, back on your home planet?” Connie says with a smirk

Pink grinds her teeth a bit with a strained laugh

“Well, despite your RUDENESS! I am so happy to join my fellow humans to be in this smelly hall to enjoy…… this?” Pink says looking at her tray of food the smell making her nose twinge

“Those are beans, this is lunch time where humans eat food…... which I think this is.” Connie says unsure looking it

“I KNOW WHAT FOOD IS MAYWEATHER!!” Pink yells annoyed

“Maheswaran.” Connie says

“Whatever. I know that organics, WHICH I AM! Need a constant intake of substances in order to keep functioning, WHICH I ALSO DO! And I have partaken in many delicacies.” Pink says proudly

“Nobody talks like that.” Connie says

“Oh, you’ve eaten stuff before.” Steven asks smiling

“Totally and this just happens to be my favorite flavor, FREE!” Pink says taking the spoon and digging in to the food with a joyous expression

Pink took a spoonful of the beans and shoved it into her mouth without care. She chewed on them letting out a simple grunt as she did.

“Hm, not to bad…... Little rough…… and there’s a bit of a funny afterta-AAAAAAGRRH!!!” Pink starts calmly but then lets a pained scream her eyes nearly bulging out of her skull.

Connie and Steven looked on surprised leaning back bit as Pink slammed her head onto the table and fell backwards under it. The two humans looked at each other concerned as Pink pulled herself panting some of the beans still on her mouth.

“Wha-H-How can you put that in your bodies?!” Pink yells horrified

“Eh you get used to it.” Amethyst says taking another spoonful as she chewed her body jerked a bit for a second as if she was just poisoned before going back to Normal and taking another spoonful.

Steven and Connie looked at Amethyst concerned and then to their trays. Both kids share a look before pushing their trays away.

“You know she’s an alien, right?” Connie asks Amethyst leaning over

“So am I, my family from Chihuahua.” Amethyst says simply

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER! I am a completely Normal human being like you with your flesh, various bodily juices and odors, and…… other stuff.” Pink says trying to be convincing

“You talk funny.” Amethyst says

“You know, you’re actually making consider that while there is life out there it’s not intelligent.” Connie says bored looking at Pink

“You know, I’m actually impressed you can keep your head up with that Massive Visor you have. Seriously it takes up ¾ of your face.” Pink says with narrowed eyes

“These are prescription and to help me see.” Connie says offended

“You need help to see? What are you defective?” Pink asks confused

“WHAT?!” Connie yells angered by what Pink said

“PINK?!” Steven says equally shocked

“WHAT?!” Pink says not understanding why she was being yelled at

BRING-BRING-BRING

The groups attention was brought to Amethyst who reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. I was old and pretty beaten up looking, the screen cracked, wires sticking out, and there even being tape on it.

“Ah this stupid thing.” Amethyst says shaking the phone

“Someone calling you?” Steven asks as Pink and Connie continue to stare each other down

“Probably not, this thing has been busted for months. I’d cover your ears if I were you, this things speaker is busted and it does this really annoying-.” Amethyst starts but stop once it lets out a horrible high-pitched sound

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Steven and Connie immediately covered their ears with a hiss as Amethyst shook her broken phone and slammed it on the table to stop.

“Wow, that is annoying! You ever hear anything like that before-?” Steven went to ask Pink but stopped as he looked at her

“Ah, AH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHGRRRHHHAAGRH!!” Pink yells as she holds her eyes her eyes going wide and apart

Steven, Connie, and Amethyst watched as Pink screamed holding her head and flailing in the seat kicking her legs. Steven got up from his seat worried for his friend as she fell back once again. Suddenly there was a massive pink flash followed by the sound of a CRACK. Worried Steven peered over the table slowly, followed by Connie and Amethyst. The all looked on shocked as Pink laid on the ground spread eagle breathing heavily. Though what drew their eyes was the massive what they can only describe as a crack going across her face pink light glowing from it. He chest rose and fell quickly as her left eye was milky white, looking like she was in a lot of pain.

“Dude, gnarly.” Amethyst says surprised

“OH MY GOSH, PINK!!” Steven yells terrified

“OH MY GOSH EVERYONE LOOK!!” Connie yells joyously

This got everyone’s attention as they looked to the table the three were at. Steven looked on in a panic knowing how bad this situation, Pink was going to get outed and who knows what would happen to her.

“I told you she wasn’t human! Just look at this, that is not Normal!” Connie says pointing over the table as everyone approached

Steven’s breath quickened as the people got closer and his mind raced a mile and second. He couldn’t think of a way out.

“PINK, YO-!” Steven said looking over the table back at Pink only to find nothing, he looked up just in time to see the doors swing open after Pink ran through them. Everyone came just in time to see the same nothing Steven saw not noticing the doors

“You’re Crazy.” A student says as Connie gave an annoyed look

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A few minutes later Steven left the lunchroom with an excuse to use the bathroom, though he was now scouring the halls for his new friend.

“Oh, I hope Pink is okay, she looked really hurt.” Steven says

As he walked down the hall, he passed the janitors closet and a Pink hand shot out and grabbed him pulling him in with a yelp.

“Pink can you not yank so hard, it feels like your gonna pull my arm out of it’s so-OH MY GOODNESS YOUR FACE!!” Steven yelled terrified looking at Pink’s face

The Diamond’s face looked like a rock that was splitting open, she was sweating intensely looking like she was dying. Her left eye looking like a TV screen on the fritz as her pupil shook and crackled.

“St-Steeeven.” Pink groaned like an undead

“PINK WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! ARE YOU DYING?!” Steven yelled in panic looking at his friend

“S-sound from th-the purple girl’s device. It’s dis-dis-disrupted my f-f-form.” Pink says holding her head as the crack got bigger

“OH MY GOSH-OH MY GOSH!! Y-YOU NEED HELP!! YOU NEED A DOCTOR!! I’LL BRING YOU TO THE NURSES OFFICE!!” Steven says trying to pull Pink

“N-No! C-c-can’t be exposed. N-n-n-need you to h-h-help Spinel!” Pink stammers

“Spinel?” Steven asks

“HELLO!!” Spinel yells happily her head popping up behind Pink

As expected, Steven jumped back and screamed his back hitting the door. As he did Pink’s backpack unfurled revealing Spinel in full as she vaulted over Pink and landed before Steven as Joyous as ever.

“Your backpack can talk!?” Steven yelps

“I’m Spinel. Pink’s Bestest Best Friend, EVER!!” Spinel says with a happy pose

“Um, I’m Steven. Human and Pink’s…... friend.” Steven says

“Pink told me about you, it’ll be so cool to have two friends now! The others don’t like the games I do and I when I asked Sapphire to play hide and seek, she froze my feet to the ground. A cunning strategy.” Spinel says

“So, you were disguised as Pink’s backpack?” Steven asks

“Yep it was Pink’s idea. She saw that all you little humans had those back thingies so she figured it would be a good idea to have one of her own. And Pearl thought it would be a good idea to have me around.” Spinel says

“You were really quiet.” Steven says surprised

“Oh, it’s Pink’s favorite game ‘The Quiet Game’. I don’t make a sound until she says I can and then I win! And I always win.” Spinel says

“The-Quiet Game.” Steven says surprised

“Yeah, it was something the other Diamonds played with her a lot and now we play it together.” Spinel says

“Uhuh.” Steven says with narrowed eyes

“H-head hurting, help me.” Pink slurs trying to get their attention

The two turned to face Pink who was leaning against the wall. Steven looked on worried as Spinel happily jumped over to Pink.

“S-spinel, my head it’s, it’s-.” Pink says gesturing her head

“It’s Grotesque.” Spinel says

“Yes, help me put myself back together.” Pink asks

“Okie Dokie!” Spinel says with a salute

As soon as she did Spinel stretched out her arm wrapping it around Pink’s forehead 4 times. Spinel then reached out for Steven who looked on surprised.

“Shake my hand, new best friend!” Spinel says wiggling her fingers

Steven hesitates but grabs onto Spinel’s hands giving it a decent squeeze. Her hand felt like squeezing taffy squishy with some firmness.

“Now Pull.” Spinel says as she pulls on her arm with Steven doing the same

The two pulled putting Pink’s head in a vice, the monarch helping by using her hands to push the crack close. With enough effort the crack was closed, Pink then began to grunt and strain as the scar began to vanish is a Pink flash. Pink let out a gasp as it was finally sealed, Pink giving her head a few whacks so her eye became normal.

“Ah, well done the both of you.” Pink says relieved touching her complete face

“That’s what friends are for.” Spinel says giving the thumbs up

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Steven says

“Indeed, I’m gonna have to dispose of that weapon the purple girl has.” Pink says

“Her name is Amethyst and it’s not a weapon, it’s a phone.” Steven says

“Yeah whatever, Spinel let’s go.” Pink says pointing to her back

“Pink I’m glad you’re okay, but we need to talk about Connie.” Steven says

“What? Is she annoying you? You reconsidering my idea?” Pink asks

“No, about what you said to her earlier. That was very mean and you clearly offended her.” Steven says

“What about being defective? If she needs those things to see, she clearly is. I mean you don’t need help seeing and I haven’t seen any other human needing help.” Pink says

“There are plenty of people who wear glasses, they can’t help it sometimes they were just born like that. You need to apologize to Connie.” Steven says

“WHAT?! I am not apologizing to that mouthy little clod! Why should I care if I hurt her feelings?” Pink says defiant

“Pink, what you did affected her even if you didn’t mean it. An apology is the least you can do, I mean how would you feel if someone called you defective?” Steven asks as Pink visibly flinches her eyes widening Spinel looking worried

“Don’t you think it’s wrong for someone to be made fun of just because they’re different?” Steven asks as Pink’s fists clenched and she bit her lower lip

“Pink. Buddy. I think you should say sorry.” Spinel says taking her hand with a smile

Pink looks at Spinel and then to Steven. She lets out a sigh as she unclenches her fist and slouches a bit.

“Fine I’ll…... I’ll say sorry to her.” Pink says defeated

“Thank you Pink.” Steven says happily

“YAY!! Can she be our new friend?” Spinel asks

“No! Now let’s get out of here this place smells.” Pink says as she opens the door

Later that Day

DING-DING-DING

“Okay everyone remember your homework and have a-.” Lapis says as all the kids ran out of the classroom not paying her any mind

“Eh day.” Lazuli says bored slumping in her chair

Lapis groans reaching in her desk and pulling out her phone and headphones. She scrolls through her phone and starts to put on her earbuds. Reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small container filled with gum

“Um, Ms. Lazuli.” Steven says standing in front of the desk surprising the Teacher

“Oh…… your still here?” Lazuli says very surprised

“I, um have some questions about the math we did today.” Steven says nervously

“Can’t you just look up videos online?” Lapis asks with a raised eyebrow

“I-I-I could, but I-um-I have-w-well-.” Steven says nervously as he plays with his fingers not looking at Lapis

Lapis’s face soften as she saw that Steven looked visibly nervous and upset biting his lower lip. Lapis let out a sigh as she sat up on her chair.

“Okay, Okay kid. What are you having trouble with?” Lapis asks

“………. IMSORRYIDONTUNDERSTANDALLTHISSTUFF! ITRIEDTOLISTENBUTYOUWEREGOING REALLY FASTANDITHINKIMISSEDSOMESTUFF! PLEASEDONTTHINKIMSTUPID!!” Steven says in a hurry as he holds out the paper

“Whoa there! You’re not stupid.” Lapis says trying to calm him down

“W-why is math so hard! I always have trouble with it! It’s the first day and I’m already flunking.” Steven says upset looking down at the ground

“Listen…... Steven, I’m gonna let you in on a secret. Math SUCKS! It’s needlessly complicated beyond the basics and most of this stuff has no function in the outside world. The only thing it’s good for is confusing and upsetting kids like you.” Lapis says leaning forward making Steven look up

“Trust me, you probably aren’t the only one feeling like this right now, I bet you at least ¾ of the class are as just as confused as you are. But the difference between them is that you had the courage to come to me and ask for help.” Lapis tries to reassure him

“Really?” Steven says with some hope in his eyes

“Yeah really! Now tell me exactly where I lost ya before I’ll talk slower this time. Do you have anywhere to be? Are your parents coming to pick you up?” Lapis asks

“No, I’m walking home. And my dad won’t be back till 4.” Steven says sitting beside her and putting the paper on the desk

“Well that’s more than enough time. Trust me, this is a lot easier than it looks.” Lapis says

“Thank you so much for taking the time to help me.” Steven says

“Hey I’m a teacher it’s……. heh-what I’m here for.” Lapis says with a small laugh realizing what she just said

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As children flooded out of the school in a happy rush, Connie slowly plodded her way down the stairs grumbling to herself. She was conflicted, on one hand she befriended Steven and was happy to do so, the boy was very friendly and his optimism was infectious she couldn’t help but smile when around him. On the other hand, she just met an alien and yet nobody could see that or believed her, not only that the alien was rude calling her names defective being something that hurt her to her core. She’s been made fun of her glasses before on multiple occasions but defective was a new and very hurtful one for her. She fumed and growled thinking about it until a voice from behind got her attention.

“Hey.” Pink says from behind

Connie kept walking

“Hey!” Pink says again

Connie walked faster

“HEY!” Pink yells

Connie walked faster

“HEY!!” Pink yells louder

Connie was almost on her way to a full sprint

“HEY MALIWAN!!!” Pink says

“It’s Maheswaran, you hibiscus looking jerk!” Connie yells turning around angrily

“Whatever. I have something to say to you.” Pink says waving her off

“Well ‘Whatever’ it is I don’t want to hear it. So why don’t you jump in your space ship and…...” Connie yells turning around

“I’m sorry.” Pink says gently

“…… What?” Connie says turning back around

“What I said was during Lee-unch inconsiderate and ignorant and I am sorry.” Pink says getting Connie’s full attention

“I am a totally normal flesh human and I should know that…... I should know that you shouldn’t make fun of people just cause they’re different. It hurts, it hurts bad, feeling like you don’t belong. Nobody deserves to feel like that……. S-So I swear on my Human life that I will never again intentionally or unintentionally take your physical differences and make them the object of ridicule. So…...there.” Pink says standing up straight Connie looking at her surprised

“……D-do people make fun of you?” Connie asks curiously

“WH-WHAT?! NO! I’M FINE! I’M PERFECT, BY HUMAN STANDARDS! TOTALLY NORMAL AND FITTING THE MOLD!! YEP I CAME OUT RIGHT!! AND PEOPLE LOVE ME, AND TOTALLY DON’T TALK ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” Pink says in a panic laughing hysterically

“Right…… well thank you I accept your apology.” Connie says

“Good, now get out of my way.” Pink says as she tries rushing past Connie down the street

Connie raised an eyebrow at Pink, there was something up with her. Connie knew she was alien, but her apology seemed genuine. And her reaction clearly showed that she was hiding some issues. Perhaps she was a refugee escaping an oppressive world, Connie needed to know more.

“Hey Pink wait up!” Connie yells running behind Pink

“I said sorry, what else do you want?” Pink grumbles annoyed

“Well as a normal human-.” Connie says deciding to play along

“Finally, you get it!” Pink yells exhausted

“Mhm, so you live in town?” Connie asks

“Yes.” Pink says as she keeps moving

“Where?” Connie asks

“None of your business.” Pink replies

“Got any friends?” Connie asks

“Steven…... and many others you don’t know about.” Pink replies

“Got a family?” Connie asks

“Nnnnnnn-yyyyyyessss?” Pink says unsure

“Mother, Father, grandparents, siblings?” Connie asks

“Yeah, yeah sure got all that stuff.” Pink says

“Are your parents employed?” Connie asks

“Yeah totally.” Pink says

“What do they do?” Connie asks

“You ask a lot of questions; you think your entitled to answers.” Pink says annoyed

“Hey, I’m just curious. I mean my mom’s a medical scientist and my dad is a cop.” Connie says

“A…... cop…... police?” Pink says stopping in her track’s eyes widening

“Well he’s not actually a cop, I just kinda say that. He’s more like a private security guard.” Connie says not paying attention to Pink’s reaction

“As in the police with dozens and dozens of soldiers who look into strange happenings?! And if they are really bad call the FBI who have even greater numbers and always capture the things they’re looking for!?” Pink says in a small panic

“Well I think this town has like maybe a dozen or so police tops and they can only call the FBI if-HEY!” Connie starts but stops upon noticing Pink in full sprint down the street running from her

Connie immediately takes off after Pink, but just as she left Steven exited the school with Ms. Lazuli by his side.

“Wow it really was that easy.” Steven says amazed

“Yeah books make it look a lot harder than it actually is. But you gotta keep practicing with it that’s the trick.” Ms. Lazuli says

“Will do Ms. Lazuli.” Steven says happily

“Hey Steven, outside of class you can call me Lapis.” Lapis says with a calm smile

“Oh-okay, Ms. Lapis, See ya tomorrow.” Steven says smiling as he leaves the school

“Yeah and you have a…...Nice day. Heh, Nice day.” Lapis says with a laugh surprised by her own words as she re-enters the school

Pink breathed wildly as she ran down the sidewalk going past other students and their parents. A quick glance behind and she saw that Connie was chasing her, Pink let out a terrified yelp as she pushed passed a girl and ran to the crosswalk. Pink ended up stopping in the middle of the street looking for an escape route as a car screeched to a stop before her.

“HEY GET OUT OF THE ROAD!! I COULD’VE HURT YA!” The man driving the car yelled

Pink looked at the car and then ran towards it. The driver yelped as Pink jumped onto the hood of the car and onto the roof. The driver watched as Pink scanned the area seeing Connie come at her. Pink then jumped off of the roof of the car onto the hood of the car behind it. Pink then leapt from that back onto the sidewalk and continued to run.

“WHY ARE YOU RUNNING!!” Connie yelled as she chased after

“I’M NOT RUNNING!! YOUR RUNNING!! I’M JUST JOGGING, NORMAL HUMAN JOGGING!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Pink screams as she passes a trash can

Acting on instinct Pink grabbed onto the trash can and lifted it up, unaware that it was bolted to the ground. She easily pulled it out of the concrete taking some of the sidewalk with it and then threw it at Connie. Connie screams in terror as she sees the metal can flying at her, though she luckily ducks at the right time letting it fly overhead and crash into the side of a parked car. Connie looked in shock at the car before looking at Pink who ran again, taking a moment to gather herself Connie continued the chase.

Pink panted as she weaved through the people trying to get away. Connie was behind but saw that Pink was incredibly fast and didn’t seem to be slowing down. She knew she couldn’t keep up with her for long. Just then a jingle filled the air and Connie turned her head to see an Ice Cream Truck. Pink continued to run a smile coming across her face as she felt that she was getting away. Then she heard the jingle and turned her head to see the Ice Cream truck and Connie riding on the back of it.

“AYAGAH!!” Pink yells as she flails and turns a random direction down a street

But she unknowingly turned down a dead end, before her was a bar fence blocking her path. Connie had just jumped off the truck and continued to chase Pink, thinking she had Pink cornered. But Pink did not slow down as she ran full speed to the fence.

“Try catching me now idiot!” Pink yells as she jumps towards the fence

Connie watched as Pink’s body glowed lightly and started to slim. Her body was now thin enough for her body to slip through the bars. And she did…. Halfway till her gem got stuck between bars. Pink yelped as her upper half was on one side of the fence with her lower half on the other side.

“St-stupid thin bars!!” Pink yells as kicks her legs

“Wha-how did you do that? Is that a Diamond?” Connie says astonished as she looks at the trapped Pink reaching for the gemstone

“DON’T TOUCH ME!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!! I WILL BE THE RULER OF THE PITIFUL DIRTBALL!! I AM AN CONQUEROR AND DEMNAD TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT!!” Pink shrieks angrily

“…….. Did you say conqueror?” Connie asked

“……… You didn’t hear that.” Pink says realizing what just came out of her mouth

“It’s an Invasion. You’re an Invader! I knew it! You just said your here to take over the Earth! And you said it in front of every-!” Connie says ecstatic as she turns around only to see no one was there

“Oh there’s no one here.” Connie says disappointed

Just then Pink kicked Connie in the face sending the girl to the ground. Just as Connie picked herself up Pink reached for the bars and then pried them open allowing her gem to get through. Connie followed the hole being big enough for her to get through. Pink continued to run down the alley with Connie hot on her trail.

“SPINEL!! HELP ME!! WE NEED TO GET BACK TO BASE NOW!!’ Pink yells

“Gotcha buddy!” Spinel says as her arms unravel around Pink

Spinel wiggled her fingers a bit before her arms stretched out and reach to grab onto the roof of a building. Connie was surprised once again as she saw Pink’s backpack come to life, but then watched as like a slingshot Pink was shot screaming into the air. Pink soared high into the sky and flailed as bit as she started to slow down. Pink then reached into her hair and pulled out her disk once again and formed a bubble in the center. Pink grabbed onto the bubble as she rocketed towards the ground. She landed on a house yard creating a small crater before being launched into the air again with a SPROING. Pink screamed as she held onto her bouncer and spun in the air as she came back down to the earth again.

In an alley a teen with orange hair and a purple donut shirt just threw trash into a dumpster. He was about to walk away until he heard screaming. He turned around just in time to see a Pink blur crash into the dumpster with a large BOOM. The teen fell onto his rear as the wheels on the dumpster flew off and it crashed into the ground. The teen picked himself up just as a Pink fist crashed through the side of the dumpster. Another Pink hand came out and pried open a hole letting trash spill out along with a small Pink child. Pink panted and breathed hard as she stumbled out of the dumpster and leaned against the wall trying to gather her senses.

“Y-huff-You saw nothing!” Pink panted as she ran past the shocked teen

Pink ran breathlessly upon the Beach before she finally came up to the three houses collapsing on the sand.

“I-huff-I did it! I made it! AHA! Take that Con-e! Thinking you could capture a diamond!” Pink yells happily as she kneeled in the sand

“So that was a Diamond?” Connie says

“AAAAAH! How’d you get here so fast?” Pink yells scrambling to her back

“I took a shortcut. Now your gonna tell me what your plan is before I-!” Connie says threateningly pointing as Pink until Pink grabs a handful of sand and throws it at Connie’s face

As Connie yelped wiping the sand from her glasses Pink got up and ran towards the house on the right of Steven’s. She ran up the stairs and opened the front door. Pink ran inside as Connie followed and locked the door behind her.

“YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!” Connie yells slamming on the screen door

“I don’t have to do anything you say! Get lost, I win! VICTORY FOR PINK!!” Pink yells through a window as she sticks her tongue out at Connie

“WOW! That was fun!” Spinel says appearing behind Pink

“Spinel not in front of the flesh bag.” Pink says pushing Spinel back down

“You think you’ve won? That this is over? It’s far from over. I don’t know what you’re planning, but I’m not gonna let a jerk like you take over the world! I’ll stop whatever you have planned and then I’ll expose you to the world! AND THEN-!” Connie yells

“Hey Connie, Hey Pink!” Steven says as he makes his way up the stairs of his house

“Steven?” Connie and Pink says confused

“What are you doing here?” Steven asks looking at the two

“I-well-I…... wait a minute…. I live here.” Connie says taking a moment to look at where she was

“WHAT?!” Pink yells

“Oh really?” Steven says amazed

“Yeah I live right there.” Connie says pointing to the house on the left from Steven’s

“Wow looks like were neighbors, Hey Pink are you living in that house? When did you move in?” Steven asks

“Um-last night.” Pink says

“I moved in last night.” Connie says shocked

“Ain’t that a coincidence, me to. Must’ve been asleep when you both came in. Wow all of us living so close together. It’s almost like, Fate or something, though my mom doesn’t believe in fate.” Steven says as the two girls were in shock of their current situation

“Well I’d love to chat, but I got some math exercises to do. We all should totally hang out together, see you guys later.” Steven says smiling as he walks inside his home

“I-we’re-same class-how……. I’m going to lay down.” Connie says defeated as she walks down the stairs of Pink’s home onto the Beach and to her own

“Y-yeah you better run! That’s right retreat for you are no match against my might!” Pink yells pushing her face against the glass as Connie walked

“Shut up.” Connie says exhausted

“YOU SHUT UP!!” Pink yells back angrily

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“Hey Mom, it’s me Steven. I know your busy, so I’m sending this to let you know how I’m doing. My first day was…… interesting. I made three whole friends today, on the first day. They are a little weird, but I can tell they’re good at heart. There’s this girl named Amethyst who is super tough, but is kinda chill about…. Everything. And there’s Connie’s she’s really smart and is into Aliens and ghosts and stuff, I think you’d like her if you meet her. And finally, Pink, probably the weirdest and also my first new friend. She…... thinks highly of herself and has really, really…… really big dreams. I think she might be a little insecure and is trying to overcompensate, but I didn’t ask and even if I did, I don’t think she would answer. She tries to act mean, but is kinda goofy and she’s like if I was trying to act like an adult. Also, I don’t know why but…... she kinda reminds me of you, it’s just a weird feeling ya know. But she is like Super new to everything, so I’m gonna try to do my best to show her around. She and Connie got odd on the wrong foot, but I think if they sit down and talk, they could be friends. Anyway, you probably got super cool science stuff to do, I hope we can see each other again soon. I love you mom.” Steven says into a phone before hanging up and petting his cat

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“Connie’s Log #1, I have started to record these logs because I am on a mission. I have discovered and alien is living in my town and plans to try to take over the world. I will keep notes on everything I learn about this creature and my attempts to stop its conquest. It calls itself Pink and has the ability to shapeshift taking on a human…...esque appearance and can alter its body in many ways. She is incredibly strong and fast, seemingly having limitless stamina, she is my physical superior in every way. However, her intelligence seems to be somewhat lacking, that will be my way to victory. I will continue to update the more I learn……. also, as a reminder ask Mom if it would be possible to explore more of the town on the weekend, it could be a chance to hang out with Steven a little more. Okay end of log.” Connie speaks into a tape recorder before shutting it off and focusing on her work.

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“Earth Conquest log Day 1, my infiltration of Earth went of perfectly as expected. No one suspects my true origins…... except for Connie, but she’s dumb…… And Steven, but he’s a minion. Oh yeah, I also successfully coaxed a human onto my side, first try and success. He will be instrumental in my understanding of human society in order to better disguise myself, plus he’s like Super nice. Anyway, once I am fully integrated into human society, I will begin my conquest of the miserable dirtball!” Pink say into a small device as she sits on a throne

“Wow, how are we gonna do that?” Spinel says peaking from behind the Pink throne

“Oh-well-I d-don’t know. But I’ll think of something, one step at a time!” Pink says

“My Diamond, if you want, I have some suggestions.” Peridot says standing beneath her

“Peridot if I want your suggestions I’ll ask. Just focus on getting us this Wi-Fi and Cable, humans can’t seem to live without it and we must know what secrets it has. None of these flesh bags will know what hit them, soon all will bow before PINK DIAMOND AND HER COURT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Pink started to laugh maniacally

“My Diamond we have returned and we have brought you an Earth Device.” The commander Ruby said as she held up a ladder

“Watch your step.” Sapphire says walking past

Before Ruby could question why she said that Ruby foot got caught in a wire and she fell forward extending the ladder. As Pink leaned over her throne to see what was going on the top of the ladder hit her head and she fell off the throne onto the ground. The rubies came in and started to check on Pink as Pearl walked by into a dark section of the room. She pulled out the glowing device once she was sure she was hidden and activated.

“I require an update Pearl, how is Pink doing?” Yellow says appearing on the screen

“Pink is in good spirits; recent developments have really livened her mood.” Pearl says

“What developments?” Yellow asks with a raised eyebrow

“Well Pink found a planet and…...” Pearl started but stopped when she heard Pink

“Of course, I’m fine, don’t worry your little red head. Just today I crashed into a weird smelling receptacle after being chased by a human. Not only that they had some strange noise weapon that nearly exposed me, but I was able to get away.” Pink says

“You’ve must’ve been terrified my diamond.” The leg ruby says

“TERRIFIED, HA!! That was the most excitement I’ve had in the last 57 cycles, today was awesome. I can’t wait for tomorrow!” Pink says happily a huge smile on her face which Pearl saw and felt her eyes sparkling for a moment

“PEARL!! What developments, you said something about a planet?” Yellow asks annoyed

“Oh well the planet…… we full of the air spouts that launched Pink into the air she had fun jumping in them. She wasn’t hurt.” Pearl says screaming internally as she realized she was lying to a Diamond

“And is the planet suitable for colonization?” Yellow asks

“No, my Diamond.” Pearl lies again internally banging her head against the wall

“Well as long as Pink isn’t bored, good job Pearl keep her happy and keep us updated.” Yellow says as the device shut off

Pearl leaned against the wall and slid down with a groan hiding the device as her mind ran with what she had just done. It was in the spur of the moment. She didn’t know why she did it.\

“Keep her happy.” Pearl groans curling up

“Pearl what are you doing down there.” Pink says finding Pearl

“Oh-I was-um-.” Pearl stammers

“Whatever come on I got a story to tell about this Earth School.” Pink says as she gently picks up the surprised Pearl and carries her to the others

“Now check this out, these humans have to learn how to do math not only that it’s like level 1. It’s freaking hilarious!” Pink says as she sits Pearl next to Spinel and sits on the ground

“Um, my Diamond. Don’t you want to be up there?” Pearl says pointing to her throne

“Wha, nah! It’s cool here, besides I wanna see you guys reactions to what I got. And it’s just us here, no need to be formal.” Pink says

“B-but you’re a Diamond and were your court and-.” Pearl says panicked

“Pearl my court is like 9 gems, not a thousand. It’s not like Yellow and Blue are gonna shatter you for not bowing they’re not here. It’s just gonna be us for a while and we might as well get comfy as we take over this world.” Pink says relaxed as Pearl looked at her wide eyed

“But I am still your Diamond, so not to relaxed okay.” Pink says sitting up with a rather goofy grin

“Yes, My Diamond.” Pearl says with a calm smile giggling a little

“Heh, you have a cute giggle.” Pink says

“And you have a radiant smile my Diamond. I think you’re going to be a great ruler someday.” Pearl says smiling

“O-oh wow…... thank you Pearl.” Pink says genuinely happy

“Hey I wanna ask what’re we supposed to do with this?” Sapphire asks pointing to the ladder

“Study it of course, based on earlier it’s obviously some kind of weapon.” Pink says as Pearl’s mind wanders off

“Keep her happy, I’ll keep her happy.” Pearl thinks happily as Pink goes off on the ladder

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(Invader Pink Opening-Invader Zim theme song)

A massive group of gems stands before a stage and the flag of the Diamond authority before saluting.

Pink jumps onto the stage presenting herself with a huge smile before the gems, just as three massive shadows loom over her.

Pink looks up at the shadows of Yellow, Blue, and White who looks at her curiously as Pink gives them a smile Spinel popping up behind and waving

Yellow and Blue look at each other worried as White smiles reaching down and picking up Pink dropping her onto her leg ship.

Pink falls into the ship and it takes off sprinting before leaping into the air and vanishing with a twinkle, the ship then quickly appears over Earth.

From the ship a pink object is shot out towards the planet, the object crashes on a beach and from the Crater Pink shadow emerges with an evil grin with other shadows backing her as crystals and wires emerge from the ground

Connie is shown in front of a computer screen her glasses illuminated in the dark as she types away numbers, codes, and images flashing on the screen.

A red fist comes crashing through the screen as Ruby pries it open and runs out with a battle cry the other ruby following

Amethyst is shown playing a video game with a headset as the screen splits and show Sapphire also playing the game. Scowls at the screen before touching it and incasing it in ice

Spinel is then shown frantically running towards the screen with a smile on her face before smashing into it causing it to shatter.

Finally, Steven is shown on a table kicking his legs casually as Pearl scans him with a device and Peridot looks at screens showing his body and vitals.

A ruined Beach City is shown with fire spreading and crystals coming out of the ground as thousands of people start to kneel and bow their heads. They are shown to be bowing to Pink’s Leg ship which stands proudly on the Beach, panning up to show Pink on top laughing manically over her Colony with Steven by her side.

Pan out to show that this was all in Pink’s head as she is standing in the playground in her human disguise. Steven is shaking Pink’s shoulder trying to get her out of her fantasy, but finally jumps out of the way as a dodge-ball comes flying. It hits Pink square in face making her flip and land on her face with an annoyed groan

INVADER PINK

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GOTG Holiday Extravaganza: Halloween

Drax and Rocket love this Halloween thing Quill keeps on about. Mantis...not so much.

Something was watching her, Mantis tore her gaze away from the intriguing purple light of the Benetar’s many corridors and turned instead to the dark corners, tucked away from the main hallways. The ship was so large compared to Ego’s tiny transports. It was still awkward moving about the ship, always bumping into things or happening upon someone who’d rather be left alone.

“Nebula?”

Mantis stepped closer towards the adjacent stairwell leading to the cargo bay, peering down into the depths. Not even her annenate were enough to illuminate the place.

“Hello?”

Something hissed up from the blackness. Tall and...were those… red glowing eyes. Mantis stomach clenched in fright, stepping backward.

“Drax, if this is one of your jokes it is not funny!” The stairwell remained motionless of course, the pitch black of it descending downward. The hissing began again, this time closer, snarling, more angry. The hairs on her neck rose in apprehension, heart thumping fast.

“Who...who is it?!” She couldn’t stop the whimper from her voice. Whatever was down there gurgled and hissed once more, closer this time. She peered downward, trying to makeout the last step through the fathomless black. Her heart raced in dread. It’s okay...it is okay…it’s just the…

“AAAAAHHHHHRRRRGGG!”

Mantis shrieked, flinging herself backward against the wall and clinging to it, legs shaking, pinching her eyes closed. Yet through her fright...she could sense it... amusement, laughter. She opened her eyes with hesitation then frowned. The puppy and Drax. Shame instantly welled in her gut, tears pressing against her eyes.

“That’s not funny!”

Drax howled in laughter, clutching his sides while the puppy chittered atop his shoulders, the two of them had wrapped a black drape around themselves. The puppy’s red eyes no longer glowed in the darkness but were brimming with tears of laughter.

“Really? Cuz from where I’m standing it was pretty funny!” He cackled, hopping down from Drax’s shoulders.

Nebula’s foot falls echoed down the hall, gaze iron-clad as ever. Drax and the puppy’s laughter fizzled and died as she neared.

“What’s going on?” The cyborg woman glared at daggers at the two trickers, who at least had the sense to look away.

“It was only a joke,” the puppy defended lamely.

“If you scare Mantis again, I will kill you.” The woman reached the knife at her belt.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Peter swept in, running down the hall. “How many times do I gotta say it? No one is killing anyone on my ship!”

Nebula huffed, but dropped her hand.

“They frightened Mantis,” she growled. Peter redirected his scowl to the puppy and the Destroyer. The empath glanced appreciatively at Nebula, and didn’t not miss that ever so subtle smile she returned. It dispelled the fear in her heart.

“Guys, Halloween is about fun scary!”

“How can one be fun while one is scared?” Drax demanded.

The human sighed exasperated, “we don’t want to make Mantis cry. That’s a bad kind of scary. We want to make people laugh and maybe scream a little for fun, but not a real scream.”

“All screams are real,” Drax retorted, clearly skeptical. Nebula only scowled, muttering something about “stupid Terran traditions,” but Peter let it slide easily enough, tossing Mantis an apologetic glance that she appreciated.

“Peter,” Gamora poked her head into the hall. “Your mumkin seeds...they’re burning.”

“It’s pump...neve rmind,” the empath followed with curiosity as he dashed towards the kitchen area, towards a burning smell. “Shit!” He exclaimed, yanking a tray from the oven. Little burny seeds scattered about, now slightly charred on the tray.

“Our lanterns are not even lighting this kitchen properly,” Drax folded his arms with confusion, nodding towards the so called “Jack-O-Lantern’s” Peter insisted they carve. Drax’s has been nearly stabbed to oblivion, held together loosely by strands of tough orange skin. Gamora had carved mesmerizing swirls into hers, which Mantis herself tried to replicate, adding stars and moons and planets. Nebula had admired it, that was the highest praise of all. Groot was somewhat disturbed by the whole notion, crying until Rocket had consoled him. The puppy’s own pumpkin was faring no better than Drax’s with several rounds of Ewan plasma bullets fired into it. It now glowed an odd blue color. Nebula had stuck several knives into her pumpkin at various angles. Peter had tried to carve some odd spaceship into his gord. He said it was from the movie Back to the Future?

“They don’t taste that bad,” Gamora assured him between bites of the seeds, crunching them with some effort.

“These are repulsive,” Nebula spat out the pits onto the floor. Mantis suppressed a giggle.

“You guys, we haven’t even gotten to the best part of Halloween!” Peter shoved a handful of pumpkin seeds into his mouth.

“There’s more? The puppy bemoaned. “You already made us watch that movie with the kids in the cabin and the guy with the weird mask. Still don’t get why he didn’t just use a blaster.”

“And your atrocious decorations,” Nebula swung her cybernetic hand at the fake bat hanging from the ceiling.

“We have to dress up!”

“But Quill, we are already dressed….”

“No man, in costumes! You dress up as someone or something else! For fun!”

Gamora and Nebula exchanged bewildered glances, whilst the puppy and Drax continued to eat the seeds. It took Quill another hour before Mantis and the rest of them got a vague idea of what they were supposed to do.

Mantis scrounged around for something, per Quill’s suggestion for something to fashion into a halo. Some white garments for wings, an angel costume he called it. She skipped back to the main kitchen room excited to see what the others had found in the hour Quill had given them to make costumes.

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They convened back in the kitchen. Gamora was dressed as a Trekonic warrior, evident by the red cape. Groot had simple grown many black colored flowers from his limbs. Peter was dressed in an odd half-shirt that he insisted was called a vest, someone named Marty McFly. The puppy had dressed himself as a space pirate what with a bandana, and small dagger Gamora had leant him, (more a sword by his stature).

“Drax...what even is your costume?”

“He’s Kevin Bacon!” Mantis squealed happily, it had been her idea after all. He sported a pair of Quill’s jeans and a white tank top. The man had made them all watch Footloose enough time to memorize the attire.

Peter shook his head, a grin spreading across his face, he shook his head.

“Well damn man, I thought you’d be more of a terminator than Kevin Bacon!”

They blinked, blankly before Peter shrugged it off.

“Can we dive into that candy now or you just gonna lecture us on this Kevin guy?!” The puppy growled.

“Alright, alright!” Quill took the canister off the table, dumping the contents out before them. Mantis laughed giddy, diving into the pit. Filling themselves with enough candy to last multiple lifetimes, Mantis finally slipped back down the hall. Feeling the feelings of others was a blessing, and a curse. With so much energy bombarding her she made to get away for a little while back down the scary corridor.

The empath stopped short, Nebula. The woman hadn’t joined in with the others but she was dressed up. She was much the same as usual, but she’d embellished the metal in her head with light turquoise paint, her lips matching. She’d colored her lips too, the same color. She had replaced her utilitarian suit with a long purple skirt and black boots.

“Nebula! You look so pretty!”

The woman’s eyes widened for a moment, surprise, flattered, sheepish. Mantis grinned but she knew better than to touch the woman.

“Th...thank you.”

Mantis waited for Nebula to continue, wringing her hands nervously. It was clear the cyborg was not one for talking but at least she was taking part in the holiday. It was nice to see her having some semblance of fun. She deserved it.

“Mantis!”

The empath halted in her steps, glancing over her shoulder. Nebula shifted awkwardly.

“If they ever try to scare you again. Tell me. I...I got you.”

Mantis antenna glowed with light, mirroring the bouncing in her heart. Whatever emotion it was, it was scary. But not...the bad kinda scary Mantis supposed, watching a subtle smile creep across Nebula’s face. Maybe this was the good kind of scary and maybe Halloween wasn’t so bad after all.

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Awesome Holiday Mix: Halloween

Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon

Monster Mash - Bobby Pickett

Ghost Busters - Ray Parker JR

Notes:

#gotg holiday extravaganza #my writing #mantis #nebula #mantis/nebula #star lord #peter quill #gamora #drax the destroyer #groot #rocket raccoon #gotg

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rendiggitydog · 5 years ago

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Blast From the Past

The start of a mini-series!

-Chapter 1/7-

The blast from town center sent a shockwave across the whole world, sending the hermits into a frenzy. Almost instantly, the group chat was flooded with messages, and hermits flew from all corners to the scene.

A large crater had appeared in the shopping district, in front of the statues of Tango and Cub. The smoke was still clearing as everyone peered over the edges of the hole.

Xisuma, feeling confident his armor could protect him from possible foreign substances, slid down the sides of the pit, hopping over rocks as he made his way to the center. The smoke began clearing, and a figure could be seen lying in the rubble.

"Hello?" X called cautiously. "Are you alive?"

"I'm real knackered..." The figure sat up slowly, revealing himself to the onlooking group. He sported a big black moustache, with messy back hair that brushed the tops of his ears. His shirt evidently used to be blue, but wasn't anymore, and his jeans weren't much better. His shoes looked nearly worn through on the soles. With wide eyes, he observed the large group watching, and then turned to X. "Where did- how- who are you?"

"My name is Xisuma, what's yours? Where do you hail from?"

"Name's MJ. I think I got too buzzed, this is a wild fever dream..." He glanced at the group peering over the side of the hole, and examined X's armor with skepticism. "You'd think I was a swigger, the things I'm imagining..."

"You aren't imagining anything. This is Hermitcraft! We all live together and have fun. Shall we climb out of this hole, then?"

The pair made their way out of the crater, where Joe met them with a glint in his eye, but a worried expression. "Howdy MJ. It sounds like you're from the 1950's, am I right?"

"Yeah, '51. Ya make it sound like it isn't '51?" MJ wrung his hands.

"No, it's 2019. How bizarre..." X mused.

MJ ran jittery fingers through his hair. "Man, this blows. I don't- and there's- colors everywhere, and- and you're all just like me-"

"I mean, I don't exactly look like you," Doc chuckled.

"Nah, you don't get it. Where I'm from, I'm it. Sometimes ya run into a pig- a creeper if you're unlucky, but that's it. The whole world is grass and trees, as far as the Farlands. It's quiet, being the only one... aware." MJ went quiet, rubbing his arm.

"So you live in a Classic world... How interesting..." X began pacing unconsciously.

"Are you sure it's Classic? He knows creepers, weren't they added in Indev?" Joe quizzed.

"Nope, Classic. Depends on the version, but he probably knows pigs, sheep, zombies, skeletons, spiders and creepers."

MJ nodded at the only words he understood in their conversation. He was still fairly certain he was dreaming.

"Also, he's using 1950's American slang in a British accent- that error was removed in early Indev."

X nodded quickly. "You're right, I forgot about that."

"Can we all get to bed? We don't want phantoms killing MJ, who knows where he would respawn." Scar pulled out a couple beds, which hermits promptly hopped into.

"Phantoms? Why we gotta sleep? Are The Phantoms a gang?" MJ asked quickly as the rest of the hermits led him to the Stax-4-Stax Tavern.

"The longer you go without sleep, the more phantoms spawn, and they're deadly." Grian explained. "When was the last time you slept?"

"....never?" MJ watched the dark sky anxiously.

"Oh yeah... Let's get inside, quick!" Grian shoved him inside. The phantoms screeched, making Grian chuckle and MJ shudder.

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The next morning, MJ was full of chaos and concern. Now fully rested for the first time in his life, he began to realize his situation. He anxiously danced around the small room of sleeping hermits for a few minutes, before he mustered enough courage to creep out the front door.

There was so much color in this strange world- even the grass looked different from what he knew. His head spun on a swivel as he took in everything he possibly could.

He started low, running his fingers through the long grass and smelling the colorful flowers scattered across the ground in front of the building. A chicken wandered across his path, so he decided to follow it wherever it went.

The chicken, followed by an intent MJ, meandered to the shore by the ocean, which MJ noted, was filled with seaweed and assorted swimming creatures.

As they wandered further inland, MJ drifted away from his chicken guide, stunned by the variety of blocks in the buildings towering around him. He poked his head into a red striped building, but ducked out just as quickly when he couldn't name the shiny blue rocks or cylinders in the wooden boxes.

As he stepped out, however, something shot over his head with a loud explosion, sending him to the floor in a panic. The creepers were in the air, too?

"Heya! Enjoying my store?" A man fell out of the sky holding one of the striped cylinders. His hair was golden and shimmered in the light, along with his bright red eyes. His ears and teeth were pointy, and his combat boots completed the intimidating look. "What are you doing on the ground?"

MJ glanced around carefully, motioning the man to crouch down next to him. "There are creepers flying around here!"

The man gave him a blank stare, then laughed, standing up again. "Oh man, that's priceless! You mean me? Using a rocket to fly?" He pulled out a so-called rocket, and it exploded in his face, sending MJ into another fit of shakes. "It's okay, they're harmless!"

"You can fly?" MJ asked cautiously, afraid the answer might include more explosions.

"Let me show you!" The man crouched down, preparing another rocket, but stopped when he saw MJ's petrified expression. "Well, maybe we should start smaller. How about the Cherry Store?"

The man, who MJ learned was named Tango, lead him patiently to another store, this one made of wood. Wood was more familiar to MJ, although this wood looked entirely different to what he was used to.

"Look, this stuff is called redstone," Tango explained, displaying a nicely packaged bag of redstone, ready to be purchased. "You can make lots of hardware with it, which you can use to make machines!"

MJ opened the bag, running his finger through the red dust. Some of it sparked, glowing slightly. "What can you make with the parts?"

"Well, you can start small with an automatic fish farm, or you can build an iron titan, or you can make something like Sahara! Let me show you, it's super cool!"

Excited again, Tango led the way to Sahara, a large building in the side of the hill. After showing MJ the interface, they staircased up to the second level to get a look at the modules.

"Iskall made all of these himself- crazy, right? Grian tried to help, but he's definitely the builder of the Architechs," Tango laughed.

MJ walked down an aisle, marveling at the large machines. They were made of small parts MJ couldn't name, but he knew they were made of redstone. It was all incredible, but MJ didn't understand a bit of it- he considered himself more of a builder anyway.

"Oi! Trespassers!" Grian, as MJ remembered from yesterday, soared through a broken window. He smoothed his wild sandy-blond hair, a wide grin across his face.

"Don't mind us! I'm just showing MJ around!" Tango waved.

"Oh! You should come see my base, MJ! It's super cool!" Grian bounced excitedly. He had a lot of energy, MJ gave him that. Not usually his cup of tea in friendships, but beggars can't be choosers.

"I'll leave you two to it then! Xisuma wanted me to work on some code with him today anyway. See ya!" Tango flew away with another explosion, causing MJ to jump.

"Hm, I suppose you're not much of a flyer, huh?" Grian observed. MJ simply shook his head. "Guess we'll boat over!"

MJ carefully stepped into the boat Grian made, with Grian clambering in after him. They rowed out into the bay, MJ watching as the shore faded into a shimmer at the horizon. "Here we are!"

MJ turned around and was stunned by the white building towering over them. Grian hopped out of the boat onto a glass bridge, motioning MJ to follow. He carefully did so, being sure his shoes were dry enough that he wouldn't slip.

"This is my base! Sorry it's kind of a mess, I have a chest monster problem," Grian giggled and soared down into the center of the tower. He rifled through a couple of the chests (as MJ had just learned they were called) and flew back to MJ with arms full of mysterious items. "Here's a starter kit!"

Grian tossed the items on the floor and sorted through them, giving MJ a run-down. "So that's full iron tools and armor, a stack of golden carrots, a stack of torches, and an elytra with rockets to get you started! Does that look alright to you?"

MJ nodded, entranced by the items- especially the strange golden carrots.

"...You don't talk much, do you?" Grian stared into his eyes. Despite his brown eyes being almost black, they sparkled with love and innocence.

MJ cleared his throat. "Ah, I guess I'm still feeling a lil buzzed from... however I got here." He shrugged, carefully picking up the gifted items.

Grian opened and closed his mouth several times, and then settled with a confused smile. It looked strange on his usually-energetic face. "Feel free to set up your base anywhere that's open. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to text anyone." He handed a small black box to MJ, which he held with reverence. "It's a phone- just press the name of who ever you wanna talk to."

"Thanks," MJ hesitated. "By chance are you a greaser? You don't have any beef, do ya?"

Grian cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe? You won't need any beef though, the golden carrots are way better for your health."

"...are you booted, dog?"

Grian blinked. "I think you have different slang in Classic, because I don't know what that means..."

"My bad. Just, nevermind. I'll leave ya to it. Thanks for the setup!" MJ, embarrassed, hopped in his boat and paddled off, avoiding eye contact with Grian. The guy was weird to say the least- MJ wondered if that was why he lived in the ocean alone. Hopefully he hadn't killed his reputation by talking to Grian, and he could find a more helpful person tomorrow...

#rae writes #blast from the past #grian #xisuma #hermitcraft #joe hills #docm #goodtimeswithscar #tangotek #mumbo jumbo #dont worry the 50's slang eases up a couple chapters in #lol

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kitkatfandomgirl · 7 years ago

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Part of the Team Part 2

Part 2/?

Sorry for the long wait, but it’s here!! (F/N) means your first name (same as in part 1). I hope you guys like it as much as you liked the last part! I worked really hard to get this out to you guys and have planned out the rest of the plot! We are looking at 3-4 parts plus an epilogue and a possible sequel/miniseries if you all want one!

Part 1 Part 2

The next 48 hours of your life went by in a near-incomprehensible blur. After the archer, Clint, helped you bring your bags down in just one trip, you were loaded onto the helicopter. After everything was situated, all 3 agents finally stopped rushing around and decided to tell you what was going on.

“Wait a second... I have a brother? As in a full-blown blood relative that gives a crap and wants to meet me?”

“We tell her she's half-alien, technically half-god, and that talking trees and raccoons exist... and she’s shocked to hear that she has a half brother?” Clint looks at you incredulously before falling back into his seat, “if only my kids were that easy,” he mumbled tiredly.

Meanwhile, your head was spinning faster than the blades that kept you in the air. Sure the godliness and whole, ‘You have a father but surprise! He’s dead!’ business shocked you, but you were just happy to find out you wouldn’t be alone in all this mess.

Natasha leans forward in her seat facing yours and casts a somewhat worried glance your way,

“So, (F/N)-”

“If it’s alright, just call me (Y/N).”

“Alright, (Y/N), you’re sure that you are fine with all of this?” You then recognized the worry on her face, she was probing to see if you’d lost your mind or something. It was a tactic the child services’ councilors used whenever you were changing houses. You tossed a bored look her way,

“If you’re prodding for signs of any mental issues, I’m fine.This will all probably set in by tonight when I realize how weird my situation is.” The ex-assassin quirked an eyebrow in slight surprise before smirking and leaning back into her seat, never coming to a fully relaxed posture.

“So, where exactly are we going?” You yelled to the pilot pirate in the front seat.

“You’re looking at it!” He called over his shoulder.

All that you could see was cloud and when you dared glance below, the open ocean. That is... until the chopper rose above a layer of clouds to reveal a giant drone-looking thing? “Where are we?!”

Clint slid off his sunglasses and smirked at you, “This is SHIELD.”

“That didn’t answer my question!”

“I know, but I did sound cool!”

Nat chose to interject, “We’re on the helicarrier. This is only temporary. You’ve gotta come to headquarters with me and Clint after paperwork.”

You wanted to ask whose headquarters, but the second that helicopter landed, the true chaos began. From that moment on. you were too busy to even think. You had to sign a bunch of official-looking documents along with a contract that basically said: you wouldn't sell out SHIELD if you ever spoke to a “civilian” and if you did, you risked (in short) serious trouble and maybe a memory wipe. After all of that and another two hours of filing statements, signing, confirming, and reading, it was over. You were then rushed onto a jet that Natasha piloted while Clint slept in the cocaptain’s chair.

You fell asleep with little-to-no effort once the black vehicle actually took off. It seemed like you’d only slept for a minute when a harsh poke came to your cheek.

“Hey! Ummmmmm..... Person! You might want to wake up!” You cursed under your breath and unenthusiastically pried your eyes open. Once the slight blur of grogginess subsided, you realized a person in a red mask was hanging over your face- wait- a lunatic in a mask what the- you let out a shriek of surprise, shooting up from the bench on instinct and slamming your forehead onto theirs.

“Geez... Don’t need to attack me for it,” he mumbled jokingly as he rubbed his forehead.

Clint popped his head over the back of his seat, “You kids stop beating each other up or I will ask Nat to turn this plane around!” He couldn’t hold back his childish snickers as he slowly turned around to face the front of the plane.

After rubbing your head for a time, you looked up at the masked stranger. It took a second for you to recognize the suit and logo, “What the heck is Spider-Man doing on the- Naaat! I think I lost my mind!”

“Nope! You aren’t crazy,” The boy said, but then cleared his throat, puffed out his chest, and deepened his voice, “But I can tell I’m part of your wildest dreams.”

You didn’t even entertain his musing and just stared at him with a straight face. A few seconds of silence passed before he howled with laughter and climbed down to the floor so he could resume laughing, “I- I’m sorry! I had to!” he wheezed, trying to pull himself together and up off the floor.

You felt the plane’s landing gear connect with the ground as you slowed to a stop. Spider-Man managed to stand up and regain composure as the door hissed and lowered the large opening. He padded alongside you as you rushed off the aircraft with your bag of cherished items and rushed off the aircraft without thinking to assess where you were. The second you saw the grass singed in a strange, circular pattern, your head shot up.

Woah...

A huge modern-industrial facility stood before you. Light concrete, straight and modern edges... huge windows spanned the side of the wall and finally, the Avengers’ logo... You were taken aback and for the second time today were asking, “Where are we?”

Spider-Man put his hand on your shoulder and said happily, “This is home to Earth’s mightiest heroes, a beacon of hope for technology, innovation, and a pinnacle of-”

“It’s the new Avengers’ HQ. Geez, bug boy, no need to be so dramatic!” Clint interjected from behind you.

It had been 2 days since your arrival to what has to be the most modern secret base you’d ever seen. The Avengers and supposedly your brother and his team were on a short mission. That’s why Peter (who told you his real name the first night you were there) was at HQ with you. Tony Stark disliked the idea of two teens being alone in his house, but once he popped by to get his new suit upgrade and met you, he was okay with leaving you two there.

You had become good friends with Peter in the short time you guys had known each other. You watched movies, threw food at each other, and exchanged stories.

Pete even took you to meet his Aunt May in the middle of the week and see the Lego Death Star that he’d built with Ned. You may have not shared every interest of his, but you had enough in common to keep an otherwise uneventful week interesting. Of course Peter couldn’t always hang out, he had to do his own thing as Spider-Man. As a result, you were also able to spend your own time alone, drawing and listening to your favorite music on full blast when you were unaccompanied was fine by you. Clocks seemed to move at an impossible speed that week and your fun, relaxing days passed faster than time had in a long while.

That is— until time couldn’t have moved fast enough, the day everyone was supposed to finally come back from the mission. Saying that you were merely nervous was a severe understatement. Clocks ticked, AI popped up, and you paced. Excitement and anxiety filled your every cell when FRIDAY said they were only half an hour away. You practically jumped out of your skin when Peter told you that they’d actually landed.

Your feet carried you as Peter walked by your side. You came to a halt when tired chatter and banter reached your ears. The world seemed to stop as you took that final step and entered the room. All conversation seemed to die as you took another tentative step forward, “H-hi. I’m (Y/N),” You smiled awkwardly and waved to the room, unsure of who you were meant to talk to or what you should be doing.

In a blur of red and gray, you were enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. The intrusion was more than welcome as you returned the hug and slowly lost the tension in your shoulders.

“(Y/N)...” The arms slowly pulled you out of the hug and the man stepped back, “I’m so sorry I never came and got you. I swear we came the second we found out, but US air laws suck and Rocket here-”

You felt your mouth turn into a smile as joy filled your very core, “It’s okay. You’re here now. That’s what matters.” You saw his tense shoulders relax and realization came upon him.

“I’m Peter, your brother.”

“Oh, no way! My name is Peter too- OW!”

“I am Groot.”

“Stop cursing, Groot! They’re trying to have a moment!”

“And you have made it worse by yelling, Rocket.”

Your brother turned around to look at the bickering behind him and gestured to the group, retaining a chuckle as he said with a content sigh, “Welcome to the family!”

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fireteam-ballsack · 7 years ago

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The Meeting

“Saradin, you're up in five minutes.”

Ray's voice was cold and brisk. Like always. I pulled myself out bed and quickly started prepping: boots, chest armor, gauntlets, helmet. The last thing I wanted was to piss off Ray again.

“Cayde called,” he said from the other room, “and he wants us paired with another set for some final ambush practice.”

“Yes, sir!”

I hated that stupid mandatory response. Ray wasn't a commander or any sort of leader, he was only teaching me. He essentially demanded respect and authority. I can't wait for the day I kick his ass in the Crucible.

I pulled everything on as quickly as I could. You'd think it's so easy with how little time you're given, but it's more like trying to put on clothes with those huge gloves on. And everything has to be put on in a very specific order. Base armor, boots, gauntlets, chest, helmet. I tried waiting to put my helmet on until we got to the hangar once. Ray thought I was disrespecting him by not being ready the second we left the apartment. Maybe he takes everything as disrespect. Maybe he's compensating.

“SARADIN, THIRTY SECONDS!”

I pulled my helmet on and opened the door. Ray had his arms folded, glaring at me. I wanted to punch him.

“You're finally ready. Let's go.”

He led me out the apartment and into the hall. I hated being treated like some sort of delinquent, like I was defiant in every sense. He'd been like this since I was assigned to him, way back when I first came to the Tower.

We went up to the elevators, where some other Guardians were hanging out and chatting. I recognized a few who frequently hung out in the Tower. Ray ignored them calling a greeting to him, until one called my name.

“Sara! Hey, we're hitting up the usual bar tonight, wanna join?”

Ray went up to the stranger, getting into his face. “Saradin is still in training, and will therefore be under my supervision. She will not be joining any social events, organized or not, until she has been approved by the Vanguard.”

The cool guy made a face of 'what the fuck dude', followed by a verbal 'what the fuck dude'. Ray glared some more, his specialty, and pressed the button for the elevator. The cool guy shot me a sympathetic look and went back to talking with his buddies. Hopefully training was over soon. This stupid elevator couldn't go fast enough.

“You are to cooperate with the other Guardian. You will respect their trainer as you respect me. I expect peak performance, or we will be returning and you will be doing the same practice by yourself until you perfect it.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded. Half the time 'peak' meant 'absolutely flawless'. His expectations were outrageous. I get needing to be ready for anything, but he went beyond that. He was at the overbearing parent stage. Everything was to be taken seriously and to be executed flawlessly, regardless of experience and skills.

The elevator doors opened, and I saw two other Guardians in there, both titans. One had her helmet off, and was laughing with the other. The helmeted titan looked through the door and saw Ray.

“Hey, dude, fancy meeting you here! Mai and I were headed up to check weapons and then call you.”

Ray nodded. “Saradin was being briefed on the assignment. We'll go with you to the armory.” We went into the elevator, with me standing next to who I guessed was Mai. She gave me a welcoming smile as I walked in.

“So, I was thinking we could use the old cargo ship just off the coast. It's got enough room without being open, plus the Fallen have taken it over again.”

“Then we go there. I'll inform Cayde and Zavala where we will be.” Ray pressed the button for the top floor of the tower, and we started up. “I have my expectations high for Saradin, based off of her recent performances.”

The other trainer laughed. “Yeah, Mai's been kicking ass lately too. Kinda glad I was assigned to her, she's a fast learner.”

Mai blushed a tiny bit, turning her dark skin slightly redder. “It's basic stuff, really. I'm still waiting for a challenge.” She looked at the helmet in her hands, which I recognized as one of the top-grade ones. All my gear was basic training stuff, since Ray refused to let me use anything better. He'd claim it would be wasted on me. I was secretly jealous of Mai.

“You'll get a challenge today.” Ray glared at me. “Both of you will. This will put everything you've learned to the test. There will be no failure.”

I looked straight ahead. Everything in me was screaming to give him an earful, or at least say something, but I resisted. I didn't want to deal with a lecture and hard training later. It was easier to just grin and bear it. I watched the floors tick by, all the way until it stopped. When the doors opened, Ray pushed past me and headed down the hall. The titan whose name I still didn't know followed, and Mai stayed close to him. I walked next to Mai, figuring I was at least keeping up with her.

“Is Ray always this...commanding?” Her voice was curious.

“Yeah, this is a good day for him.” I looked at her. “At least yours doesn't have a gun up his ass.”

She laughed, sort of this light laugh. “Oh yeah, Bran is great. He's been bringing me to this bar in the city....I think it was called the Drunken Vandal? Really cool place. I'm gonna assume Ray isn't big on alcohol-based social areas?”

I gave a dramatic sigh. “He probably needs a few drinks, he isn't big on social anything. Mostly just 'do this, shoot that, run there.' One time he told me to get food. I looked to see if the Earth was exploding then.”

Mai laughed again. It was a genuine laugh,, not that forced laugh people use when they really don't like someone. Kinda made me feel good. It might have also been the fact I got to poke fun at Commander Dickwad.

“Saradin! Where are you?!”

Speak of the Devil. Mai gave me a look that said 'better run', and I took that advice and jogged up to meet Ray. He looked like I had murdered his family. I kinda wanted to.

“You are to stay near me until I instruct you otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.” I really wanted to murder his family now.

He led me to the armory, basically a big room full of guns. And rocket launchers. I already knew my preferred setup, just needed his approval to retrieve it. Which he sometimes refused, insisting I use guns I didn't like. He stepped aside, so I did as well. Bran and Mai came in, and Bran nodded to Ray.

“I'm letting Mai use her preferred setup. If she's gonna do her best, it's only fair to let her use what she knows she can do her best using.”

Ray nodded back. “Then I will let Saradin do the same.” He looked at me. “Get your weapons. I will leave you with Bran and Mai, they will bring you to the hangar. I will inform the Vanguard where we will be and meet you there.”

“Yes, sir!” I responded. I'd be rid of him for a bit, at least. He left, headed towards the main plaza. Bran laughed as he left.

“Yeah, sucks you got stuck with him. Ray...needs to stop training. But hey, hopefully you're done soon.”

I nodded and went looking for my guns. Scout rifle, shotgun, rocket launcher. Range, up close, large crowds. Makes things simple and easy. I pulled some guns off racks, strapping them where they were meant to go. I saw Mai take a pulse rifle carefully off a stand and shoulder it. She had sort of this grace to her movements, like it was meant to say something. I wanted to have her teach me so I could make it say 'fuck you'. I went back towards the door and waited.

“Hey, Bran!” Mai called. “Have you seen my shotgun? I'm not finding it.”

It felt weird, someone openly asking for help.

“Over left, near the marked stuff.”

She retrieved it and came over to me, looking curious. “Already done?”

I nodded. “Gotta be efficient.” I held my scout close. It was a generic one, nothing fancy. I didn't wanna depend on special add-ons.

“You two ready?”

Mairene and I nodded. Bran led the way out, headed towards the hangar. I relaxed a bit. Ray wasn't here to boss me around, at least not at the moment.

“So...what's this mission?”

Bran looked over at Mai. “It's an evaluation mission. Cooperation on a common objective with little to no intel. If it goes well, you'll finish training.”

Wait, finish training? As in be done with this asshole of a mentor? I needed to do better than I ever have on this. Anything to get rid of Douchy McDouchepants. Maybe I could get a place above his and stomp on the floor in the middle of the night.

“Already?” Mai sounded disappointed. “I don't feel like I'm ready yet, though.”

Bran laughed. “We'll find out here soon enough. Ray can tell you what exactly you'll be doing when we head over.”

I was determined. I had to do this perfectly-no, better than perfect. I had to show Ray I was the best there ever had been and will ever be. I had to show him I was better than him, but in a way that also said 'fuck your training'.

We got to the hangar. Ray was standing with his arms crossed, looking disappointed as usual. I was used to that look by now.

“Get to your ships. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can start evaluations.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.” I went down and summoned my ship, nodding at Amanda as I passed by. She smiled and waved a bit. Once my ship was up, I climbed in and started it. My ghost checked everything before starting takeoff.

“Saradin checking in, requesting clearance to leave.”

It took a moment for a response. “Permission granted to Saradin. Fly safe.”

My ship eased out, the climbed into the air for orbit. I could hear the rest over the comms, one by one leaving the hangar as well. I adjusted my speed and angle to let Ray take point. He knew where we were going and was a perfect and flawless leader, so why not?

“Alright,” his angry voice said, “we're headed towards the lower coast. There's an old oil platform there. Your objective is to retrieve some Golden Age documents. They will be on a computer somewhere on the platform. You have ten hours.”

That was all we were given? Ten hours to find a computer with some files? What was the challenge? Probably hordes of fallen. I was up for it, though. Anything to prove I was capable.

“Understood.” I didn't wanna ask questions about the mission.

We flew the rest of the way in silence. My ghost had been given the coordinates already, and we were all following Ray. No need to double-check direction or destination. I did wanna talk with Mai, but I didn't want lectured on how socialization at this stage was distracting or how I needed to focus or some bullshit like that.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, Ray spoke over the comms. “Bran and I will be watching from the shore. Your comms will not be listened to, but we will track your movements and light. We will evaluate you based on time taken, your tactics, and cooperation. If you perform above average, you will be promoted and complete training.”

Ah, yes. Above average. Ray speak for 'flawless'. But I was going to do just that.

“Your ghosts will transmat you to the platform here in a moment. All you will hear from us is that we have started the timer, and, if needed, that we are calling to collect you. Otherwise, all you will hear will be each other.”

Bran jumped in. “We trust you to communicate and work together. If you do, this shouldn't be an issue. I'd like to tell Zavala and Cayde that you two play well with others.”

“Understood, ready for transmat.”

“Ditto,” Mai responded. “Drop us in, chief.”

Within seconds, I was on the rig. Mai appeared next to me, nodding as soon as she was steady. I looked around, trying to see if there was anything that would be jumping at us as soon as we moved.

“Ten hours starts now. I expect your best.” There was a click after Ray said the last word.

“'I expect your best', what a load of shit,” I mocked. “Come on, let's go find some shit.”

Mai followed me towards a flight of stairs going down. “What's the plan?”

I started down. “Find a computer, hope it's the one we need. Repeat until we have the files. Stick together. Get this done as soon as possible without one of us getting mauled.”

“That's...it's a plan, I guess.”

First door I saw, I opened. I saw half-decayed mops and some buckets. No computers. I closed the door and went to the next one.

“Bingo.”

A whole room full of computers on desks. They weren't powered on, but my ghost was more than capable of pulling out what was left. We went in, and I went to the monitor furthest from the door.

“Start at one end and meet in the middle?”

I looked at Mai. “Sounds good.” My ghost started scanning, then shook its head at me. More like its whole self, it's a robot. Not sure how that works. The next was also a dud, and so was the next.

“I got something!”

Mai waved me over. When I saw the screen, I wasn't sure what I was looking at.

“It's blueprints,” her ghost said. “for the rig. Not what we're after, but useful. Here, I'll share.” She moved over, and my ghost scanned the computer as well.

“Looks like there's a few more rooms like this. Let's head to the next one.”

We went off. It was oddly quiet, like something was waiting. I didn't like it, I wanted to face whatever was here and get it done. Maybe that was the challenge.

The next room felt like it was half the world away. Down the stairs, back up the stairs, backtracking because of blockages. It was a death maze, or it felt like it. Things looked the same everywhere you went. At least we had the blueprints.

Finally, we found the next computer room. I had to push the door in a bit, but once we were in, we got to work. I started at the far end, and Mai got the near end. Two monitors in, my ghost stood back.

“Hey, that was easy. We found it.”

Mai looked over. “Already? They gave us ten hours. It's only been one.”

I shrugged. “There's something they didn't tell us. Let's head back up-” Before I could finish, the dim lights cut off. Something was here, for sure.

“Well...that's a sign.” The titan's ghost flickered her flashlight on. “Let's get out before there's more...signs.”

My ghost kicked his light on as well. I followed her out of the room, and we started back down the hallway. Halfway down, we heard metal tearing and watched as the ceiling bent down to block our path.

“Fucking shit. We'll have to find another way.”

We went back, passing the computer room. It was hard to navigate, with our ghosts having to both illuminate the halls and check our path. The distant growling and general not-good sounds weren't helping, either. It was like a hedge maze, if the maze was in a golden-age oil platform and instead of some nice reward at the end, we got to live.

“Uh, Sara?”

I looked at Mai. We were stopped in front of a door, a really big one.

“There's something in there. We should deal with it.”

“We should. After you.”

She opened the door. There was a large room, and in the middle we could see a priest. An archon priest. Really big dudes who are really angry. Like how this guy looked. Mai quietly closed the door and looked at me.

“Hey, new plan. Let's run.”

Without waiting, we both started sprinting down the hall. Seconds later, I could hear something yelling in a different language and then smashing through a wall. I was still close enough to feel the vibrations through the walls.

“Ghost, you gotta help us out here!”

We took a left.

“What do you want me to do?! I can't fight it!”

Up some stairs.

“Get us to the outside deck!”

A right this time.

“Okay, okay! Just keep running!”

I pulled my scout rifle out and shot a few times behind us. The priest yelled loouder, but seemed to slow down for a second.

“Mai! We gotta fight him!”

She looked over at me. “Are you crazy?! We gotta get out!”

I shook my head as we dashed up more stairs. “Get up to the top deck, we'll have more space. We can't trasmat with him following us!”

“Okay, but if we die, I'm gonna kill you!”

We kept making turns and going up stairs, my ghost occasionally shouting directions. We were at least fast enough to keep the priest from getting us, though the ship was massive. We couldn't keep running forever.

“One last flight!”

I could see sunlight pouring in from the top of the stairs. I pushes myself a bit more, then tore across the deck. I turned after a few hundred feet, Mai next to me.

“I'll keep him on me!”

She looked at me. “No, I will. I'll use a Ward of Dawn to protect myself. Go!”

The priest burst up, tearing some of the deck as he emerged from the stairs. There wasn't time to argue. I cloaked myself, then went to hide. Mai pulled out a pulse rifle and aimed it.

“Over here!”

The priest charged towards her. She fired some shots, then rolled out of the way before he could get her. I grabbed my rocket launcher and watched carefully.

“What are you doing?! Shoot him!”

Mai ran around the deck, taking shots when it was safe to.

“I'm waiting for the right moment! Keep him on you!”

I let him chase her around some more. She used her Ward, using it to gain an emergency shield. Finally, he was as centered as he could get without him trying. I stood up from my perch and prepared my shadowshot.

“HEY FUCKER!”

Even though he didn't know the beauty of what I said, the priest turned to look at me. I fired, the void shot landing perfectly between his eyes. He staggered backwards, but roared in anger. Before he could charge, I hit a rocket right where the first shot had landed. There was some smoke, and when it cleared, was the still body of an archon priest. Mai looked at me, then at the body.

“You did it. Wow.”

I hopped down to the deck and walked towards her. “Oh, don't sound surprised. I'm badass.”

A familiar voice came over the comms. “Oh, cool. You did it with plenty of time. Ghosts, to their ships. We'll meet at the tower and discuss results.”

A few hours later, I sat at a table next to Mai. Her helmet was off, showing her messy hair. It didn't look that bad, honestly. Ray and Bran sat across from us, messing with their scrolls.

“So,” Bran started, “you finished way under the time given. The blueprints seemed to have helped, I didn't even know that was there. Great job. Ray?”

He looked at me. “You cooperated well. The objective was done, you two stuck together for the whole mission. The priest was dealt with, with effort from both of you.” He closed his scroll and nodded. “We both have decided you are fit to work without us.”

My heart jumped. I was done with this asshole. I was solo now.

“We'll be going to the vanguard hall to get formal congratulations from Cayde and Zavala. After that, we will returns to our respective quarters to pack your things and move into your new apartments.”

We all got up. Mai smiled at me, a wide grin of happiness.

“Hey, great job.”

I nodded. “You were half of it.”

I felt elated as we went across the plaza. I was gonna be by myself now. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, with who I wanted. I was gonna do everything Ray had told me not to.

When we got to the hall, Ikora looked up, then pointed the other two vanguard to us. Cayde waved us over, so we went to him.

“Well, what's the results? Our two new recruits ready?”

Ray nodded. “Fit for solo duty. Saradin is capable of running missions with little error.”

The exo laughed. “Little error, he says. Well, I'll take that. Sara, you're free to go. Get your shit from his place, I'll give your ghost your new apartment location.”

Just like that? I felt great. I turned to Ray.

“And now that we've gotten that done, fuck you. Fuck you for demeaning me and making my best look like shit. Fuck you for holding me back because you don't want me to look bad. Actually, to make you look bad. Fuck you for making me look awful in front of everyone. You think I'm shit? I'm gonna be the best damn hunter ever and no thanks to you, shitlord.”

As I walked out, I could hear Mai runnign after me. She caught up to me as I was getting to the stairs.

“Sara, I uh...do you wanna get a drink? To celebrate?”

I looked at her. “You know what? Sure. Nobody can stop me.”

Something told me this girl was gonna be someone important to me one day.

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Chuck help me--I committed fanfic: Tony Stark meets the Guardians of the Galaxy.

TITLE: Units From Heaven* AUTHOR: J.D. Rush FANDOM: MARVEL, MCU--Iron Man and Guardians of the Galaxy PAIRING: Tony Stark/Peter Quill kinda RATING: R for excessive f-bombs and sexual innuendo (I mean, it IS Tony Stark after all) SPOILERS: a couple of minor ones for “Guardians of the Galaxy 2”, nothing too damaging SUMMARY: The Guardians arrive on Earth with a dire warning. Perhaps someone should have warned them about Anthony Edward Stark. Takes place approximately three years after “Captain America: Civil War”, and the Avengers are still estranged. (I guess that's the nicest word for it.) DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to MARVEL and Disney and anyone else who could sue me. I also stole borrowed a couple of lines from “The Avengers”. I’ll return them when I’m done with them. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Humour, it's what I do. This turned out more cracky than I expected, and while I poke fun at Tony, it's done with deep love. Also, I don't know how long it takes Groot’s species to age or how the aging process works in space; for the sake of argument, let's say he's now the equivalent of early 20's, ‘kay? SECOND AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many thanks to my lovely friend, Michele, for giving me the encouragement to write this, even though it meant putting up with my current Iron Man obsession and my crippling writer's block. The XF joke is just for you, sweetie.

Italics mean inner thoughts

“Boss, an unidentified flying object has landed in the south corner of the Compound.”

“Unidentified? As in. . .”

“As in a space ship, Boss. It just appeared and. . .”

Tony Stark didn’t wait to hear the rest of what FRIDAY had to say. With a flick of his wrist, his armor formed around him; in the blink of an eye, he was suited up and flying out to meet his ultimate nightmare. He had been preparing for this moment for years, and he was ready. Whatever came out of that ship was going to regret even thinking about coming to Earth, let alone being stupid enough to actually do it.

Tony landed about ten feet from the brightly coloured alien craft, the mid-day sun reflecting off its vivid blue and orange hull. He barely had a moment to be thankful that he had stuck to classic hot-rod red and gold for his suit when he noticed a side door begin to lower and a shadow crossed the opened hatch. Bracing his hands in front of him, Tony powered up his repulsors.

Okay, Stark, here we go. Showtime. Shoot first, ask questions later. Bring it on, you space motherfuckers. You are going DOWN!

The invader appeared. It was a large grey bald male humanoid; shirtless, his bare torso was covered in intricate scarlet scars. He wandered slowly out of the ship, his red-rimmed ice blue eyes looking around in wonder, a big smile on his pudgy face.

“What the fuck?” Tony muttered under his breath.

The first visitor was followed by another male humanoid who was wearing some kind of metal mask with red-disk eye lenses which rendered his face completely unreadable and reminded Tony a bit too much of that putz, Ant-Man. He was decked out in a long brown leather duster, two high-tech guns strapped to his waist like a genuine space cowboy.

“No, what the actual fuck?” Tony asked again.

At that point, two shapely female aliens made their way down the ship's ramp--one was a stunning brunette with green skin, the other was pretty with pale skin, big dark eyes and two tiny stalks protruding from her head. Tony gave them the once-over and nodded.

“Okay, hot chicks. Good. I can work with that, even the antenna. But I still gotta ask. . . What. The. Fuck?”

He didn't get an answer. Instead he got a fifth alien, and this one was definitely not humanoid. In fact, it looked like a raccoon, walking on its hind legs, and wearing a uniform that contained more weaponry than Black Widow on a normal Thursday morning. Tony tried to remember if he had gotten drunk last night so he could explain all this away as nothing more than a severe hangover.

“What in the name of fuckitude is going on here?” Tony groused. “I seriously don’t get paid enough to deal with this shit, and I get paid a fuck-ton, thank you very much.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when a tall tree-like creature lumbered out of the ship and walked over to stand with the others. With a disbelieving headshake, Tony threw up his hands in defeat. “You know what? I’m out of fucks. Seriously, there are not enough fucks in my data bank for this. I surrender. Take me to your leader. What the fuck ever.”

“I am Groot,” the tree-creature rumbled, its arms--or rather limbs--stretched out wide in greeting.

“Yeah, right, you come in peace,” Tony snorted with a sarcastic laugh. “I’ve seen that movie, pal. Not buying what you're selling.”

“I am Groot,” the creature repeated, the tone of the words slightly different from the first time.

Hearing that, Tony lowered his hands. Retracting his helmet, he glanced over his left shoulder towards the cluster of trees at the edge of the field. “Yeah, I suppose she’s sexy. For a tree. I don’t know. Elms never did it for me. Give me a Northern Red Oak anytime. Nothing like a redhead, right?”

“I am Groot?” the creature asked, curiously.

“Nah, none around here," Tony answered. "Sorry, bud. Get it? I called you ‘bud’, because you're a tree and you sprout buds. Or maybe you don't, seeing as you're an alien tree. Maybe you sprout, I don't know, starfish or cupcakes or something weird like that. Although a cupcake sprouting tree would be pretty fucking fantastic, now that I think about it.”

“I am Groot!” Now the creature sounded miffed.

“Hey, not my fault for once,” Tony fired back. “I wanted to plant some, but Bruce wouldn't have it. He’s a big Earth Day kind of guy. ‘You can’t bring in non-native plants, Tony.’ ‘They mess with the ecosystem, Tony.’ ‘I told you to buy organic, water-based lube, Tony.’ Do you know how hard it is to find that in Key Lime Pie flavour? I mean, don’t get me wrong. He’s a total honeybun. Well, when he’s not turning into a big green rage monster.” He gestured over at the green female alien. “I can hook you up with him. You two would make a good looking couple.”

“Wait a minute!” Cos-play Ant-Man cut in, obviously flustered. Pointing at the tree creature, he asked, “You understand him?” “Well, yeah,” Tony replied, “he’s a great conversationalist. Much more eloquent than our current (sarcastic air quotes) ‘president’, I can tell you that for free.”

“I am Groot.”

Tony let out a loud belly laugh. “You got that right! I‘ve done business with that douche canoe. *I* sure as hell didn't vote for him.”

The cowboy stepped forward and demanded, “HOW can you understand him? I've been traveling with him for YEARS and I still don't get it!”

With a shrug of his armor-covered shoulders, Tony remarked, “Compared to Dum-E, he’s practically Oscar Wilde.”

Retracting his own helmet, Definitely Not Ant-Man said, “I have no idea who that is. And what is a Dum-E?”

Tony was momentarily knocked breathless by the handsome green-eyed, artfully-bearded face that the helmet revealed. “Whoa! Wow! Was not expecting that! FRIDAY, take a note--the chicks aren’t the only hot aliens on that ship.”

“If you call me a chick once more, I'll pull your spleen out through your nose and make you eat it," the green chick, ahhh, female humanoid snarled.

“No offense intended," Tony quickly apologized. “Seriously, I meant it strictly as a compliment. You’re total babes. Plus, I sort of don’t know your names.”

The green alien chick, ahhh, babe, ahhh, lady tilted her head and narrowed her eyes menacingly, causing Tony to take a step back in case his spleen was still in danger. (He wasn’t entirely sure what a spleen was but he certainly didn't want to eat one, especially his own). After a moment, she conceded, “Okay, I'll let it slide. For now.”

“She's getting soft,” the furry raccoon-like being chuckled.

She turned her glare on the critter, for which Tony was thankful. “I’ll show you soft,” she hissed.

“I’ve seen her soft and it’s not half bad,” Hunky Not-Ant Man smirked, and Tony fell just a little bit in love with him.

Green girl took a deep breath, released it slowly, and started again. “I’m Gamora. And this,” motioning to the bug alien, “is Mantis.”

Mantis smiled, making her already pretty face glow. “Hello, you have a beautiful world,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “I look forward to seeing more.”

“So do I,” Tony replied, suavely, throwing in a wink for good measure.

“Don’t tell me--you flirt with everyone, don‘t you?” Gamora asked.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Tony admitted with a smug grin

Shaking her head in dismay, Gamora muttered, “Great. Another one. What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“You were an intergalactic assassin who killed many people and destroyed untold lives,” the big bald alien stated matter-of-factly.

“Yes, right I did do that,” Gamora admitted between gritted teeth. “Thank you for reminding me.”

“You are welcome,” the big bald alien said, totally without sarcasm or irony. “However, I do not understand how you could forget something like that.”

Gamora clenched her fists tightly and took another deep breath. The calming techniques Mantis had taught her usually worked when she was ready to kill her crewmates, though not always as the hole she had recently punched in the galley’s door would testify. Pointing to the big bald paisley-printed alien she continued, “That’s Drax and the ‘other hot alien’ as you so obnoxiously put it, is our captain, Peter Quill.”

“I am Groot,” the tree announced proudly.

"You've already met Groot," Gamora commented dryly, “and last but not least. . .”

“I'm Rocket,” the furry animal creature cut in. Looking up at Gamora, he snarked, “Sorry, sweets, but I was growing old waiting for you to get to me. We’re The Guardians of the Galaxy. It’s what we call ourselves. Sort of like a team. ‘The Universe’s Mightiest Heroes’ type thing.”

“That’s my line,” Tony grumbled under his breath.

“Actually, they call me Star-Lord,” Quill corrected as he stepped forward, hand extended, pointedly ignoring Gamora’s eye roll.

“And you can call me anytime,” Tony crooned in his best seductive voice, which was pretty damn good. His right gauntlet folded back upon itself effortlessly and he grasped Quill’s warm hand, shaking it a bit longer than necessary. Quill blushed slightly, which made Tony grin. 'I still got it', he thought cheerfully.

“We know who you are, Anthony Stark,” Gamora said, interrupting the magical moment.

“It's why we chose this spot to land,” Mantis added with a nod of her head which made her antennae bounce gently.

Tony stop shaking Quill's hand (much to the man’s disappointment) and regarded the two females suspiciously. “You know me? How? ‘Cause if it was those damn YouTube videos again, I swear I’m just gonna buy that fucking company and burn it to the ground. I don't care what my lawyers say.”

“Ain’t you Iron Man, the guy that blew up the Chitauri army?” Rocket asked, waving at Tony's armor. “I mean, ‘cause your outfit is kind of a dead give-away. Great suit, by the way. Nice and shiny.”

“Thanks, I polished it today. You wouldn't believe the amount of Turtle Wax I go through in a week, and that's not including the extra-curricular activities. And yeah, I nuked some alien space ships, but in my defense, they were sort of destroying Manhattan at the time, so they definitely deserved it.”

“Your name is known throughout the cosmos,” Mantis informed him, respect and awe in her voice.

“They sing songs of you and your legendary deeds!” Drax boomed, excitedly.

Tony pondered that for a moment before saying, “Well, I suppose that weekend party at Hef's in ‘05 would qualify me as a ’legend’ but that doesn’t explain how YOU know who I am.”

“I am Groot.”

At that, Tony eyed the group skeptically, then shook his head. “Bullshit. You're pulling my leg.”

“That is impossible,” Drax declared emphatically. “We are standing too far away to even touch you let alone pull your leg.” Off to the side, Quill did a dramatic face-palm.

Tony continued to study the individuals in front of him, searching for any sign that they were joking but it was obvious they were serious. He laughed uneasily. “No, ah. . .see, I think you’re mistaken. I’m not even a hero on this planet, let alone across the universe. You can ask anyone. I mean, Rogers probably has a entire notebook filled with my faults. And I’m pretty sure S.H.I.E.L.D. had to start a second file cabinet.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Stark,” Quill said. “You actions saved many worlds from invasion. Billions of beings, trillions maybe, owe their lives to you. You are indeed a hero, and it is an honour to finally meet you.”

For once in his life, Anthony Edward Stark was truly speechless. He just stared at the six beings in front of him as he tried to process what they were saying. He couldn't remember the last time he had been told he did something good, never mind getting any praise for it. “I, ah. . .wow. Okay. Thanks,” he finally stammered. “That’s, um, good to know, I guess. It still doesn’t quite explain why you’re here, though. I mean, you could have just sent me a cookie bouquet or something.”

“We're here because of Thanos,” Gamora stated simply.

“Say who?” Tony shot back.

“He’s Gamora's father,” Mantis answered.

“Adoptive father,” Gamora corrected. “Intergalactic terrorist, genocidal maniac, menace to all life forms. . .“

“Big time dickbag,“ Rocket added, disdainfully.

“Yeah, that, too,” Gamora agreed. “He wants to rule the universe and impose his will on every living creature in it. And Terra is first on his list.”

Tony huffed. “I‘m guessing we‘re ‘Terra‘?” At Gamora‘s nod, he whinged, “Jesus Christ on a fucking crutch. What did we do to piss him off?”

“Besides blow up his army?” Rocket retorted.

“You ever hear of the Infinity Gauntlet?” Quill asked.

“Opening band for Black Sabbath?” Tony guessed.

Gamora just grimaced. “Why am I destined to be surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy?”

Quill quickly began talking fast before Gamora's sword made an appearance. “Best as I can explain it, there’s this glove, and it holds these six stones. . .”

“Infinity Stones,” Rocket supplied.

“Right, Infinity Stones,” Quill continued. “They’re really old and super powerful and whoever has the glove and those stones can rule the universe. Thanos already has four, so once he gets the final two. . .”

“The Mind Stone and the Time Stone,” Tony interrupted.

Mantis's already big eyes grew bigger in surprise. “How do you know about those?” she asked breathlessly.

“Oh, that's easy,” Tony said. "I've got them."

"WHAT?!??!" the Guardians all exclaimed, well, all except Groot, who exclaimed, “I AM GROOT!”

“Not ME personally," Tony clarified. “My friend, Stephen Strange, has one of them. Well, I SAY friend. Sorry. Bad ‘Sherlock’ joke. Had to do it. Anyway, it’s encased in this pendant called the Eye of Amaretto or something like that. Tacky ass thing, but major league hoodoo I can tell you that. We got drunk once and he used it to turn me back into a virgin so he and Rhodey could. . .”

“And the other stone?” Gamora prompted, not wanting to know where that story was going.

“Yeah, the Mind Stone.” Tony chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well, it's currently embedded in the head of my accidental mystical android son.”

Gamora rubbed her eyes tiredly and groaned, “I really don't even want to know.” Tony got the feeling that was her default reaction to most things. “The point is, we have to get to them before he does or else. . .”

Quill mouthed ‘Ka-Boom’ while miming an explosion with his hands.

Tony mulled their words over before confirming, “So you're telling me that we’re going to be invaded by space aliens again. Extra-terrestrial armies, space ships, powerful super-beings, advanced weapons, all that shit, right?”

“Exactly,” Quill replied. “That’s why we journeyed across the galaxy. To warn you and maybe help Terra prepare for. . .”

But he didn‘t get to finish what he was saying as Tony let out a sudden, excited shout, “That is fucking AWESOME!”

Everyone just stared at Tony in confused silence until Drax asked, cautiously, “It is?”

“Fucking A+ it is!” Glancing upwards, Tony screamed to the sky, “You hear that, Rogers! I was right, you sanctimonious twatwaffle! You and Barton can both eat me!”

Rocket snorted. "Twatwaffle. I like that. I'm stealing it."

"What else is new?" Gamora scoffed.

“Um. . .” Quill started, but Tony just talked right over him. “For years I tried to tell them. I kept saying, ‘The aliens are coming back‘. ‘They’re gonna kick our asses‘. ‘They’ll make New York look like a day at Disneyland’, but would they listen to me? Oh no. They were all like ‘You’re crazy, Tony.’ ‘You’re drunk, Tony‘. ‘You’re being paranoid, Tony.’ ‘You’re talking out of your ass, Tony.’ Well, suck my hairy balls, you assclowns, because I fucking NAILED IT!” He ended his victory speech with a couple of fist pumps and a happy ‘robot dance’, including some moon walking which looked rather graceful even in the armor, proving it probably wasn't the first time he had done it.

Quill gave a long, low whistle of approval. “Sick moves, bro!”

“Like 'em?” Tony said with a saucy smirk. “Had a private session with Beyonce once. And then we did some actual dancing.”

Mantis leaned towards Gamora and asked uneasily, “Are we sure this is the man who will save the universe?”

Gamora stepped forward, determined to reason with this obviously eccentric (though desperately needed) man and get their mission back on track. “Mr. Stark, if you would just. . .”

Tony held up his hand to silence her. “No, no, sweetheart. Wait a minute. Let me enjoy this for a few seconds. I’ve earned it. And please, it’s Tony.”

“I like this guy,” Rocket announced, hands--or rather, paws--on his tiny hips.

“As I was saying, TONY,” Gamora continued, undaunted, “super villain on the way, imminent interplanetary war, millions of planets at stake, not much time. Need a plan. Is there some place we can talk?”

“Yeah, sure, you can all stay up at the Compound,” Tony replied, breezily. “We’ve got plenty of room. Most of the team is out on a mission right now. I only stayed behind because I promised Parker I’d help him with his senior class science project. Not that he really needs it—the kid’s a goddamn genius but he seems to like my input for some reason. I think he does it for the hugs and the Double Stuf Oreos. And Strange is mixing it up in the multi-verse somewhere. He’s gonna be so stoked to meet you, Star-Lord. All the awesome facial hair bros!”

Quill's smile was almost blinding. “You called me Star-Lord!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Tony commented. “It’s much cooler than ‘Peter’, and cool’s the rule right? Hey, I just thought of something--I've got TWO Peters now! I really should make some kind of pervy sex pun about that.”

“Please don’t,” Gamora muttered. “It’s really not necessary.”

“You don’t know me very well,” Tony grinned. “Man, I can't wait until Rhodey gets a load of you guys. He's gonna lose his shit!”

“Isn’t that what you want to do with sh--” Drax began but Gamora quickly cut him off before he could finish. “And our ship?”

“Don’t worry about your ship--it’ll be totally safe. Eject!” With that, the Iron Man suit opened and Tony stepped out, dressed in the tight black jeans and even tighter black tank top he was wearing when FRIDAY had sounded the alarm.

“GUH!” Quill gasped as Tony Stark was fully revealed for the first time, noting that he DEFINITELY put that smoking hot Rajak girl to shame.

Tony preened a bit. ’Oh yeah, definitely still got it’, he thought, but instead he patted the suit‘s shoulder and said, “52 here will watch over it for you. He'll like that. Will make him feel useful. Sentry mode.” At the command, the suit closed back up and raised its arms to chest level, repulsors at the ready.

“Fucking cool,” Rocket stated, clearly impressed.

Tony preened some more. He liked it when people geeked out with him over his tech--even when those people were walking, talking raccoon-like things. “I know, right? You should see the awesome shit I’ve got in development. I’ll give you a tour of my lab later. You’ll love it. Your whiskers may never stop twitching.”

“That might not be a great idea,” Quill warned, recognizing the scheming twinkle in Rocket’s eye.

“Nah, it’s a great idea. I always have great ideas.” Slinging an arm around Quill’s shoulders, Tony started leading him towards the Compound. “For instance, there was this one time that me and Reed Richards--great guy, maybe you‘ll get to meet him if Disney ever gets the rights back from FOX--anyway, we had this idea to. . . oh wow, is that an actual Zune? Cool. Haven't seen one of those in years. Retro-tech. You'll get along great with Parker. That’s my other Peter by the way. Still haven’t thought of a good sex pun yet. Seriously, you should see what that kid can do with a Nintendo Game boy, a roll of copper wire, and a box of Legos. Here,” digging into the back pocket of his jeans, Tony slapped a cellphone into Quill’s hand. “Starkphone 8.0 Latest model. Not even on the market yet."

“Why would I need a phone in outer space?” Quill asked, puzzled.

“It holds 50,000 songs, not including the entire AC/DC song library, which comes pre-loaded,” Tony explained. “Cost me a fortune for the copyrights, but totally worth it. Can you believe there are people out there that don't know the words to 'Highway to Hell'? I mean, what's wrong with this world? Maybe I should let Thermos have it after all.”

“Thanos,” Rocket corrected.

Tony waved his hand dismissively. “Him, too.”

Gamora shook her head and admonished, “Is everything a joke to you?”

“Funny things are,” Tony shot back automatically. “Whoa, déjà vu!”

“Did you say FIFTY thou--?” Quill couldn’t even find the words he was so overwhelmed. Throwing his arms around Tony, he gave the man a huge bear hug. “I love you, bro.”

“Yeah, I hear that a lot,” Tony laughed, patting Quill on the back. “Would this be a good time to tell you I fully intend to go old school Captain Kirk on you later? Explore the final frontier, if you get my drift.”

“Just so you know, I don‘t put out just for a phone, even one as awesome as this,” Quill bantered back, caressing said phone as if it were the greatest treasure in the universe. “You also have to buy me dinner.”

Tony squeezed Quill‘s shoulder and grinned widely. “Oh absolutely, Star-Lord. I know how to properly woo a guy. Way to a man’s heart, all that jazz. Hey, do you like shawarma? I know this great place. They deliver. Well, they’ll deliver for me. They’re back in the city so it’ll take a couple of hours but I guarantee it’s the best food you folks have ever eaten.” Calling over his shoulder to the other Guardians, he asked, “Anyone else in?”

“I should like to try it,” Mantis said with an excited smile, hurrying to catch up with Tony and Quill. “I like experiencing new things.”

“There are so many ways I could respond to that, but most of them will get me slapped,” Tony quipped.

“Or worse,” Quill said. Leaning close to Tony’s ear, he whispered, “Drax kinda has a crush on her, and his nickname is ‘The Destroyer’.”

“Say no more,” Tony whispered back, happy for the warning, though truthfully he only had eyes for Captain Hottie anyway. To Mantis he said, “Just follow me, my dear lady. I’ve got a whole world of new things to show you.” To the others, he gestured grandly towards the Compound, “C’mon Treebeard. You too, Crash Bandicoot. Right this way.”

“I am Groot?”

Tony stopped, turned around, and dramatically clutched at his chest in horror. “Are you kidding me? You don't know who Treebeard is? Fuck me sideways.”

“Do-able” Quill mumbled.

“That’s it, we're definitely watching 'Lord of the Rings' tonight. The Director's Cut. You’ll love it. Oh, and don’t even think about stealing the suit, Meeko,” Tony warned, seeing Rocket making a move towards the Iron Man armor. “First off, it’s coded just to me, myself, and I, and it’ll turn you into a smoking grease spot faster than you can say ’boy, that was a dumb fucking thing to do.’ And second, it wouldn’t fit you anyway. No sweat. I can build you one. I’ve got some odds and ends hanging around the workshop. Should only take me a day or two.” He motioned to the last two Guardians. “You joining us, Green Bean? Conundrum? Shawarma for everyone!”

Drax followed along after the others, musing aloud, “How is it possible that he can talk out of his ass? They did not mention that in any of the tales. Indeed, he is a hero worthy of song!”

“Fuck my life,” Gamora muttered as she trudged after her team, knowing the hole in the galley door was going to have a new friend very soon.

THE END *Title is a play on the phrase, "Pennies from Heaven", ie. unexpected good fortune, and as GotG use 'units' instead of money, well, there you go.

#fanfic #tony stark #iron man #guardians of the galaxy #text

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amazingmsme · 8 years ago

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Affectionate Annoyance

AN: This is a veeeeeeery late birthday gift for @thebest-medicine . This took me waaay too long to write. Please ignore the incredibly awful part with Drax, but after that I swear it's decent. Peter Quill didn't have what most considered to be a normal childhood, having lost his mother and being abducted by aliens, then growing up with said aliens. He prided himself in the fact that, despite all that happened, he turned out fairly normal. He did, however, show his affection in weird ways. He was never the most affectionate person growing up and was never sure how exactly to show it. He had a natural tendency to let loose around those he cared about, letting his normal, sometimes dorky self shine through. He never really could say, "I love you," but he had his own way of showing it, as his new crew was finding out. He was also incredibly hyper when he was happy, becoming increasingly cheeky and annoying. Peter also found it increasingly easier to be affectionate after spending time with his team. They had sufficiently bonded by now, and he didn't hold back when trying to show how much he cared. Unfortunately for his crew that meant messing with them. ~ "Drax, c'mon, I'm booooored," he whined, even going as far as to stomp his foot a little. Drax stared at him blankly, "Why are you telling me?" Peter scoffed, as if the answer should be obvious. "Because I have too much energy and I need a sparring partner." The other man still made no move to stand, still looking up at him, "Don't you usually do that with Gamora?" Peter shrugged, "Yeah, but I can't always spar with the same person, I gotta switch it up a little." A knowing smile worked its way onto his face and he started laughing, his voice booming throughout the room. "You're just tired, of getting beat by a girl!" "Oh come on, she doesn't beat me all the time," Peter stated in his defense. "HA! You just admitted it!" Drax laughed, pointing at him. "You know what, just for that, I'm gonna totally kick your ass," he said with a smug smile. After about an hour and a half of sparring, Drax was ready to quit, but Peter wouldn't let him. He bounced around him, still having as much energy as when they started, "What's the matter? You tired big guy?" "No, I got enough sleep last night." "Then what's your problem? Don't wanna get your ass beat anymore?" Drax had started to get bored, but when Peter challenged him, he couldn't just ignore it. He taunted him throughout the entire match, and afterwards, Peter made sure he knew that it was all just fun and games. He couldn't have a buff pissed off alien on his ship. ~ Rocket sat on the floor of the ship, in the process of making some new deadly weapon and talking to baby Groot. "And so when I pull this trigger, a laser will shoot out and incinerate whatever you aim at. Oh hey Quill," he greeted, not stopping in his work. "Sounds cool, but why are you building that on my ship?" "You got a better place for me to build?" he retorted. "Well, no," Peter said, picking up a few tools and fiddling with them. "Quill can you set that down? I'm gonna need that." "Sure," Peter smirked, setting it on the top shelf. "Than-" Rocket stopped mid-word seeing where the man had set it. "Real mature," he said as he climbed the shelf. Peter just giggled, sitting down to play with more tools, starting to put things together and tinkering. ~ "Hey Gamora!" Said girl instantly frowned upon hearing who called her, knowing he was most likely only going to bother her for his own amusement. "Hello Peter." His smile faltered, "Well gee, you don't have say that with such distain." "Aw, but disdain is my speciality." Peter snorted, "You got me there." She was making herself a sandwich when she set down the knife to open the jelly and when she reached for the knife again, it was suddenly gone. She looked at the culprit, who happened to be sitting on the counter, peanut butter jar in one hand, knife in the other. "Peter, I need the knife," she said, growing annoyed. "This knife?" he said with a cheeky smile, scooping a large amount of peanut butter onto the utensil and sticking it in his mouth. She let out a growl, "Not anymore." She opened a drawer, grabbing another. Peter reached over her shoulder, taking the knife from her unsuspecting grasp. "Peter!" He only chuckled, holding it close to his body. "Why do you keep bothering people?" Peter's brows furrowed, "What do you mean?" "You've been annoying the shit out of everyone. Why?" Gamora snapped, reaching out and snatching the knife and jar from his hands. Peter's gaze shifted downward, looking like a kicked puppy. Gamora's features softened, realizing she had been a bit too harsh. "You've just been... More annoying than usual." His head snapped up, hurt clear on his face. "You guys think I'm annoying?" He should've known; even back on Terra people had thought that. All he was trying to do was express his fondness for his team, but he never knew how. "Well yes, but in an endearing way. Most of the time," she joked, poking his ribs. He squeaked, jerking away and batting at her hand. "So don't be upset if we're irritated with you, because you're the one giving us a reason to be." Peter sighed, running a hand over his face. "I know, but I just want you all to know that I care. I just... don't really know how to express it." "Oh Peter," Gamora started, snaking an arm around his waist and placing the other on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "We know that you care about us. But you may wanna tone it down just a little." Peter nodded and offered a smile, albeit a slightly sad one. "Alright, now how about a real smile?" Peter snorted, "That is my real smile," he joked. Gamora rolled her eyes, "Oh please that's not your real smile. This-" she said, squeezing his hips, "Is your real smile." Peter jumped, grabbing her wrist and tugging at it. "Gamora, don't!" She tilted her head, hair falling in front of her face. "Don't what?" she asked, skittering her nails across his neck, bringing forth giggles. "Tickle me!" he said before he was able to think. "Well if you insist Peter!" "Waitwaitwaitnothat'snotwhatImeant!" he rushed out to say, but she didn't listen. She worked her fingers over his stomach and laughter erupted from Peter. "Nohohohohoho! Gamorahahaha stohohohop!" He tried curling up in a ball to protect himself but it was no use, seeing as she was working her hands into any space she could reach. When she pinched at the back of his neck he threw his head back, hitting it against the cabinet. "OWWwwww," he whined out through his laughter, rubbing the sore spot. She stopped her assault, seeing if he was okay. As his laughter died down, she spoke, "We really do know you care about us; you don't have to go out of your way to show it." He looked at her, smiling genuinely and wrapping her in a hug.

#thebestmedicine #happy (late) birthday #guardians of the galaxy #guardians on the galaxy fic #guardians of the galaxy tickle fic #ticklish!peter #ticklish!quill

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imaginebeauty · 8 years ago

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Second Chances//Part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Words: 2503 Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Bellamy x Roma; Reader x rival!Roma; Clarke x Finn; Finn x Raven Warnings: Angst; implied smut (?) Episode: 1x05 Twilight’s Last Gleaming

Author’s Note: It’s most definitely just me, but this part just feels kinda short. Idk, word count says it’s not short, but it sure feels like it to me. Anyways! I hope you enjoy reading it. I promise the story will get more interesting as we get further into the show.

You slept and slept. After the whole Charlotte and Murphy situation, all you wanted to do was sleep. You went to your tent and fell asleep early every night for the past week, and you were grateful that no one said anything. The last thing you wanted was someone yelling at you to get to work or start asking you questions you didn’t feel like answering.

You woke up to a lot of yelling and talking outside your tent. You got up and poked your head outside of your small tent. It was still dark and you retreated back inside when all you heard were murmurs and “Bellamy did you see that?” “Bellamy, what do you think it was?”

You were so tired and annoyed of all of Bellamy’s little girlfriends that you couldn’t possibly care about whatever they were looking at. With a roll of your eyes, you got back into your bed, which wasn’t really a bed, but you didn’t care. You pulled a thin blanket over your body and closed your eyes, drifting peacefully off into sleep…..

“Y/N! Y/N! WAKE UP! WAAAAKE UP. YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT.”

Jasper yelled, storming into your tent, Monty close behind him.

“It was so cool, Y/N. Man, I wish you saw it.” Monty added.

You and the two boys had gotten along quite nicely. After everything with Murphy and a knife to your throat, you opted to help the two boys out with their jobs instead of other people. They were good company and took your mind off of Wells’ death and Murphy’s banishment, and y’all three soon became best friends.

“Guys, I’m trying to sleep.” You groaned, not even bothering to open your eyes.

“How could you sleep at a time like this? A thing just crashed to the ground from the Ark.” Jasper explained, and that got your attention.

“Wait, what?” Now that caught your attention. Maybe Kane sent down your book, oh how you had missed it.

“Yeah! Come on!” Monty said, gesturing for you to come outside.

“I’m coming!” You said, crawling out of bed. The two boys were already outside so you didn’t have to worry about them seeing anything. You quickly slipped on Jessie’s shirt, it was a dark gray and big on you, but you didn’t care. It smelled like salt water and cinnamon. It sounds like an awful combination, and it probably was to most people, but you loved it. You slipped on your cargo pants, tucking them into your boots. You tucked the front part of your shirt in your cargo pants to give the illusion that it was as big on you as it was. You quickly put your up and walked outside, meeting Jasper and Monty.

“Who’s shirt is that?” Monty asked, noting the new shirt you were wearing.

“Oh um, I don’t know. I just found it.” You answered falsely.

You walked up to Bellamy, his sister talking to him frustratedly.

“No one’s going anywhere. Not while it’s dark it isn’t safe. We’ll head out at first light; pass the word.” He demanded.

“Everyone for a hundred miles saw this thing come down. What if the grounders get to it first? Bell, we should go now.” Octavia said.

“I agree with Octavia, Bellamy.” You stated.

“Thank you! See Y/N understands.” She said, trying to convince her brother.

“I said we wait until sunrise,” Bellamy commanded.

“Looks like everybody’s up, even Y/N,” Finn said with a smile as he put his arm around you gave you a quick hug.

“Haha, very funny.” You said sarcastically but couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped your lips. “Did you guys see they thing from the sky? It’s from the Ark, right? It had to be.” You added.

“Grab your stuff. Let’s find out.” Clarke said.

“Bellamy said we’re gonna wait until sunrise.” Fox chimed in.

“Where is he?” Clarke asked.

“I think he is in his tent.” You answered, walking towards his tent. You entered, not thinking anything of it because he was one of your best friends.

“Ever hear of knocking, bitch?” Roma greeted as she covered herself with Bellamy’s blanket.

“Last I checked it wasn’t your tent, bitch.” You commented, making Finn chuckle from behind you as he and Clarke joined you inside. You hated Roma, you thought she was rude and self-absorbed. She was like the pretty, snobby, cheerleader slut in the movies. You couldn’t stand her, and you both made each other’s lives miserable.

Roma glared at you. “Oh, great, it’s a free show. Anyone else wants to take a look?” She said when she caught sight of your two friends.

“Where the hell is Bellamy?” Clarke asked sternly.

“He took off a while ago.” She answered.

Clarke and Finn stormed out and you trailed behind them. “Have fun being Bellamy’s sex toy.” You commented with a wink, before strutting out of the tent as she flashed the finger at your back.

“He told everybody to stay. Whatever’s in that thing, he wants it. We’ve gotta get there before he does.” Clarke said, running out of camp, you and Finn following behind her.

You three split up in hopes of finding the pod faster when it started to gently rain. You were looking around when you heard Clarke calling. When you got there, Clarke was helping a girl out of the pod.

“Raven!” Finn yelled. He sounded confused, which left you even more confused at how he knew her. Out of every woman on the Ark they could have sent, he knew her.

“Finn!” Raven called, running to him. “I knew you couldn’t be dead.”

“You’re bleeding” Finn observed.

“I don’t care,” Raven stated, pressing her lips to his.

You looked at Clarke, knowing her feelings for the spacewalker. The look on her face was betrayal, simple betrayal. You figured she didn’t know that Finn had a girlfriend on the Ark. You looked at her with sympathetic eyes and she met yours with sad ones before she put up a strong look.

“This is Y/N, and this is Clarke. They were on the drop ship too.” Finn introduced. You quickly shook her hand, though all of Raven’s attention was Finn and Clarke. Seeing as you were just there, you stayed silent throughout the whole conversation.

“Hey! Where is it?” You asked Bellamy.

“Hey, princess, you taking a walk in the woods?” Bellamy asked with a smirk, putting up his cool guy facade.

“They’re getting ready to kill 300 people up there to save oxygen, and I can guarantee you it won’t be council members. It’ll be working people. Your people.” Clarke said with a tap on his chest to emphasize her point.

Finn shoved Bellamy, making him stumble back slightly. “Bellamy, where’s the radio?” Finn asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Bellamy answered as he shoved Finn back.

“Bellamy Blake? They’re looking everywhere for you.” Raven commented.

“Shut up.” He demanded.

“Looking for him, why?” You asked, suddenly alarmed.

“He shot Chancellor Jaha,” Raven answered as if everyone already knew.

“You what?” You asked, turning to Bellamy with a taken aback and shocked look.

He glanced you, his eyes momentarily pleading with you to let him explain, before they returned to their coldness.

You couldn’t focus on anything anyone was saying, you were to shocked with unease at the fact someone you considered your best friend had killed someone.

“Yeah, he’s not my favorite person either, but he isn’t dead,” Raven said, making you snap out of your trance.

Your best friend wasn’t a murderer! You were happy that he didn’t kill anyone, but you were still going to have a talk about this with him.

“Bellamy, don’t you see what this means? You’re not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. That’s who you are. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where’s the radio?” Clarke said, approaching him.

“It’s too late.”

“Hey! I found it!” Jones called, running through the water to get to Raven.

Raven took it from his hands and examined it.

“Can you fix it?” You asked. Last you checked, water plus computers do not mix very well.

“Maybe, but it’ll take half the day just to dry out the components to see what’s broken.” She answered.

“Like I said, it’s too late,” Bellamy said, making you turn your attention to him.

“Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?!” Clarke asked.

“You asked me to help. I helped.” Bellamy answered, keeping his eyes cold and his expression unwavering.

“Three hundred people are gonna die today because of you!” Clarke yelled. Bellamy glanced at you before he looked back to Clarke, his jaw clenched.

“Hold up. We don’t have to talk to the Ark. We just have to let them know we’re down here, right?” Raven asked.

“Yeah, but how do we do that with no radio?” Finn asked.

You helped build the rockets best you could, though it wasn’t much. With your hand still hurt, you could only transport small things from the pod to camp. You felt very useless and helpless.

“Y/N..” Bellamy started, walking alongside you back to camp from the pod. You ignored him. “Y/N please don’t ignore me. I didn’t want to shoot Chancellor Jaha, but I had to, to get on the drop ship to protect Octavia.” He explained.

You turned to him and looked him dead in the eyes. “It’s okay.” You said, and with that, you turned and kept walking back to camp. You hated being angry with him, you were never any good at it. He would always give you his infamous sad puppy dogs and you fell every single time, and he knew it.

“Are you sure?” He said from behind you. He quickly caught up to stand in front of you, flashing his puppy dog look.

You sighed. “Yes, Bell. I’m sure.”

As soon as the words slipped out of your mouth, you could see his body relax. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I hate it when you're mad at me.” He commented as he got into place beside you.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” You joked, making a small grin appear on his face. “We better hurry. We need to finish the rockets as soon as possible.” You said, walking faster. Bellamy easily matched your pace, your shorter legs no match for his longer ones.

You stood next to Bellamy, both of you looking at the sky as the delinquents shot off the rockets. The rockets left a beautiful purple trail in the dark sky and it was one of the most single magical moment you had ever witnessed.

“Beautiful.” You breathed, caught in a moment of awe.

Bellamy looked down at you and couldn’t help but think that you were more beautiful than any firework could be. He watched as you stared at the sky as he felt his heart race. He admired how you were able to find beauty in a place that has brought nothing but fights and death, how you were able to be yourself on a planet that wanted to strip you of your soul and break your heart.

You looked down from the rockets, only to find Bellamy looking at you. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s creepy.” You joked with a giggle. He flung his head back in laughter at your comment.

He stopped laughing once Clarke took her place beside him.

“You think they can see it from up there?” You asked, noting the girl that joined you and Bell.

“I don’t know. I hope so. Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?” Clarke asked, looking at the sky. You smiled at her question, knowing exactly what she meant. Bellamy, however, gave her a confused look. “Forget it.” She added.

“I wouldn’t even know what to wish for.” You stated, looking back to the sky. Unknown to you, Clarke’s gaze traveled to Finn and Raven, while Bellamy’s traveled to you.

You returned your gaze back to the ground as you heard stomping heading your way, owned by a jealous Roma. “Hey, Bell.” She smirked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. You rolled your eyes at the girl.

“Hey, Roma. How are you?” Bellamy responded in a flirty tone, wrapping his strong arms around her thin waist. He didn’t really have feelings for her, she was more like his distraction from you. He didn’t want you to know his true feelings, so he hid them by pretending to have them for another girl.

“Better, now that I’m here with you.” She said.

Bellamy smirked as he leaned in and kissed her lips hungrily.

“Get a room.” You sneered. You were not at all jealous, you just didn’t think Roma was right for him. You thought he deserved someone better, someone nicer, someone to bring out the good in him. Which she did not. She only made him horny, and you were disgusted by it. With that, you quickly walked away. You wanted nothing to with those two and hastily made your way to your tent.

Bellamy pulled away from Roma, looking towards you. Although, before he could even blink you were already walking away. Roma watched you leave with a smirk on her face, while Bellamy only watched you with longing that he hid behind unfazed eyes. He couldn’t help but wonder why you sounded so angry and disgusted, he had never heard you speak that way before. The thought of you being jealous was only a dream, he knew you could never feel that way about him.

Bellamy was snapped out of his thoughts of you when Roma gently guided his chin to look at her as she kissed his lips hungrily, Bellamy hesitantly responding. He picked her up and carried her to his tent (to do you know what.)

While Bellamy was off hooking up with Roma, you stripped down and crawled into your makeshift bed. Seeing Bellamy kissing Roma, made you miss Jessie and the comfort that his lips provided. You closed your eyes, seeing his blue ones appear in your imagination. You loved his eyes, you felt like you could see the ocean in them. “Someday,” You thought. “Someday, I’ll see the ocean.”

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