#none of you guys gonna be ready for the me that offically got to see pissa renuion

[tortillamastersblog]

Back To You - Part 15 | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, blood, injuries, and swearing

Summary: When Sam left after turning eighteen, you were devastated. You’d been in love with her since you were kids and her leaving meant you never got to tell her how you truly felt.

Fast forward a couple of years, Tara gets attacked and Sam returns. . .

A/N: It’s big brain time, guys!

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Liam. . .Hospital. . .In critical condition. . .Surgery. . .

With shaking hands I end the phone call with Paige and stare out of the window.

Now’s not the time to break down, Y/N. Focus on Gale.

Paige is on her way to the city. I told her not to come, but she’s coming anyway. She and I are Liam’s emergency contacts, and it’s better if she’s there for Liam when—not if!—he wakes up from surgery instead of me because I still have a target on my back.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asks softly.

I turn my head to see her twisted in the passenger seat, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. Tara also looks at me through the rear view mirror, but she’s quick to look back at the road when she almost runs over a garbage can.

“It’s Liam, he’s been attacked by Ghostface,” I say quietly as I force myself to keep my emotions under control.

“What? Oh my God, is he—is he—“

“He’s in surgery,” I say quickly, ignoring the way my stomach twists at the thought of him not making it. “Paige is on her way here.”

Guild flashes through Sam’s eyes. “I’m so—“

“No,” I cut her off, my voice breaking. “Don’t apologize. He’s going to be fine. He’s going to be fine. . . Right now we have to focus on Gale.”

Both sisters seem unconvinced but they drop it and a minute later Tara pulls up next to Gale’s apartment complex.

We jump out of the car, getting some weird looks from pedestrians, and hurry into the building and into the elevator that takes us up to Gale’s penthouse.

Ghostface is here. Ghostface is going to kill Gale. He attacked Liam. Liam’s in surgery. Liam— No! Keep it together, Y/N.

I clench my jaw and tap my foot impatiently, ignoring the worried looks Sam and Tara shoot me.

After what feels like hours, the elevator finally opens on Gale’s floor and we rush out and into the apartment through the front door that is already wide open.

“No!” My heart drops and I freeze when we round the corner and I see Ghostface kneeling over Gale with a knife in his hand.

He raises it, ready to strike, but Sam jumps into action. She grabs a gun off the ground and fires it at him. Of course she misses because her hands are shaking so much, but it’s enough to make Ghostface scramble away from Gale.

Sam shoots at him a couple more times, but she misses again, and again, until he vanishes around a corner.

A groan from Gale snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly take the gun from Sam and point it at where Ghostface vanished while she and Tara drop down next to Gale.

“Shit.” Sam winces when she presses her hands to Gale’s bleeding stomach. Blood seeps through her fingers and her panicked eyes flicker back and forth between her hands and Gale’s face. “I’m sorry, I should have known that he was gonna come after you,” she whispers which makes Gale shake her head.

“He didn’t get me,” she says weakly, and I slowly lower the gun. The chances of Ghostface coming back with all of us here, and with a gun no less, are slim to none.

“Tell Sidney he never got me,” Gale whispers, her voice barely audible over the approaching sirens. She’s pale, alarmingly so, and her eyes flutter shut a heartbeat later.

Tears prick at my eyes.

She’s not going to make it. . . Liam’s not going to make it. . .NO. They’ll both be fine.

I blink the tears away and swallow the growing lump in my throat.

Keep it together, Y/N!

“Gale? Gale!” Tara shakes Gale, but the older woman is passed out and I avert my eyes. I can’t bear to see her like this.

Paramedics and police officers hurry into the apartment a moment later which makes me square my shoulders and set the gun down.

“Out of the way!” One of the paramedics says. Tara gets up and move aside, but Sam stays kneeling next to Gale, her hands still pressing against her stomach.

“Come on, move!” The other paramedic says, but Sam doesn’t move.

She’s frantically trying to prevent the life draining out of Gale, but by not moving she isn’t helping anyone. The paramedics have to do their job and they can’t do it unless she moves.

Tara tugs on Sam’s shoulders, trying to pry her away, but Sam shrugs her off, whimpering, “No, no! Gale!”

The desperation in her voice makes it almost impossible for me to keep it together, but I know the paramedics need space to work, so I step forward and wrap my arms around her from behind, pulling her to her feet and out of the paramedics’ way while she thrashes and protests.

“No, Gale,” she cries. A moment later the fight leaves her body and she slumps back against me and turns her face so it’s hidden in the crook of my neck. “Please. . .”

Tara’s crying too, holding onto my sleeve as we all watch the paramedics work.

I’m can’t cry. Not yet because if I start now, I won’t be able to stop.

The police sweep the apartment, and I’m not surprised when one officer shouts that Ghostface is gone, but then another one says they’ve found a body and I don’t even have to see it to know that it’s Brooks.

I didn’t know him very well, but he was kind to us, and the fact that he’s dead makes it hard for me to breathe.

Keep it together, Y/N.

Gale is on her way to the hospital and we just spoke to Bailey and Kirby about what happened. They got here several minutes ago with the others and are now talking to the officers who arrived on the scene with the paramedics.

Bailey was not happy that we stole his car, but given the circumstances, he’s not all too mad.

Mindy, Chad, Tara, Ethan, Sam, and I are all perched on one of the couches in the apartment building’s lavish lobby, going over what happened tonight.

Well, Mindy, Chad, Tara, and Ethan are. Sam and I are silent.

Sam has been staring at her hands for minutes now, and I’m starting to get worried, especially when I realizes they’re still covered in Gale’s blood.

I glance at the others and at Kirby and Bailey who are still busy talking before pulling her to her feet.

She doesn’t protest, but she also doesn’t look at me. She simply continues staring at her hands.

“We’ll be right back, guys,” I mumble to the group before leading Sam to the bathroom behind the elevators.

Luckily it’s empty, and I don’t hesitate to lock the door behind us to make sure we have some privacy.

“Okay, come on, let’s get that blood off your hands,” I say softly, leading her to the fancy marble sink in the corner.

Sam doesn’t say anything and when I turn on the water she doesn’t move, so I pull up her sleeves and step behind her, taking her hands in my own and guiding them under the water.

“Talk to me, Sammy,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

It’s a little difficult to wash the blood off since it’s dried to her skin, but I just keep scrubbing her hands.

“It’s my fault,” she whispers after what feels like an eternity. “All of this—Gale, Brooks, Liam, Quinn. . . M-Maybe I’ll just give him what he wants. He wants to punish me, so l I’ll just— I’ll give myself up. If this is what I have to do to keep everyone safe I—“

“Absolutely not.” I squeeze her hands and make sure I got all the blood off before turning off the water. “Look at me.”

Sam’s eyes are trained on the sink, her chin quivering, and she doesn’t meet my eyes in the mirror until I nudge the side of her head with my nose.

“You’re not giving yourself up. You did nothing wrong and there’s no reason for you to get punished. This is not your fault,” I say sternly. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again and again and again until she finally believes it.

“You’re not going around killing people in a stupid mask and you’re not hurting anyone by posting conspiracy theories online. You are Billy Loomis’s daughter, yes, but just because he was a psycho doesn’t mean you’re one, too. We can’t change who our parents are and we’re not taking the blame for what they did, you hear me?”

A tear runs down Sam’s cheek and she closes her eyes, nodding hesitantly. I can tell she’s not fully convinced yet, so I continue while drying our hands with a paper towel.

“You killed Richie because he was going to kill you. He was going to kill Tara, and Gale, and Sidney and me, but he didn’t because you stopped him. That’s not a crime, Sammy, so please stop beating yourself up over the fact that you saved us. That you saved me. You’re the strongest person I know, and we’ve been through so much already, so why on Earth would you want to give up now?”

“I just. . . I want it to stop,” she says quietly, turning in my arms to hug me.

I sigh and press a kiss to her forehead. “I know. Me too, but giving yourself up is not an option. We’re going to get through this together, just like last time.”

“But what if something happens? What if you get hurt again?” she asks, her voice muffled against my chest. She curls her fingers around the hoodie on my back and pulls me closer as though even just the thought of something happening to me scares her.

I raise a hand to run my fingers through her hair and rest my chin on the top of her head. “I can’t promise that everything is going to be fine, that no one is going to get hurt, but I can promise that no matter what happens, I don’t blame you for anything, okay? I love you, no matter what.”

She sniffles, her grip on my sweater tightening. “I love you, too. So much. . . I can’t believe I actually get to say that now.”

I chuckle sadly and lean back to look into her eyes. They’re red and puffy from crying, but they shine with love and I can’t help but cup her face with my hands and kiss her softly.

“Me too. Sometimes I still think it’s a dream,” I admit against her lips which makes her smile ever so slightly before kissing me again.

It’s soft and slow, and filled with all the reassurance she needs.

When we finally pull apart, I use my thumbs to wipe away the last traces of her tears before guiding her back to the door.

Just as I’m about to unlock it though, I freeze, making Sam bump into me.

Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was such a snack, Sam?

“What are you—?”

“Quinn. . .” I breathe out, spinning around with wide eyes.

I know Ethan is one of the Ghostfaces, but he can’t have been the one attacking Gale because he was at the park with us.

It wasn’t the Ghostface from the bodega either because he’s taller, so that means there are three of them in total and the only person who ever referred to me as a Snack is Quinn. . .

She’s dead though. . . But what if she isn’t? What if it was all just a ruse? We never actually saw her dead body, she just stumbled into Anika, covered in blood.

But. . .why?

Why she’s doing this? Why’s she working with Ethan? And who the fuck is the Ghostface from the bodega? All of them are connected somehow, but how?

My mind is running wild and the touch of Sam’s cold hands on my jaw is almost not enough to snap me out of my thoughts.

“Hey, what’s going on? What are you talking about?” she asks when my eyes find hers.

Instead of answering, I take her hands off my face and step back, shaking my head in disbelief. “You have Instagram, right?”

She frowns. “I— Yeah, but—“

“Can I see?” I ask impatiently.

“I guess.” She looks at me weirdly, but takes out her phone and opens Instagram. “What are you—?“

“Just give me a second,” I cut her off and snatch the phone out of her hands.

I go through her followers until I find Quinn’s profile, clicking on it and going through her handful of posts before moving onto the posts she’s tagged in.

There’s nothing that connects her to Ethan or anything suspicious, so I move onto Ethan’s profile next.

At first, it looks like there’s nothing there either, but then my eyes get caught on old picture he’s tagged in.

The picture shows a young Ethan sitting on the hood of a shabby truck, smiling, while another guy, presumably his friend and the guy who posted the picture, is sitting on the roof of the truck’s cabin with a piece of straw between his teeth.

It’s a cute picture, but Ethan’s short hair and dimpled smile remind me of someone. I’m not quite sure who, but it’s making my chest tighten and the caption confirms my suspicions that Ethan and Quinn knew each other way before attending Blackmore.

My partner in crime, E.K.

(📸 Quinny)

August 2017

What the hell is going on? E.K.? Does Ethan have a middle name I’m not aware of?

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Sam asks, tugging on my sleeve, but again, I don’t answer.

I zoom in on Ethan, and narrow my eyes trying to figure out who he reminds me of.

Short, curly hair, thick eyebrows, narrow nose. . .

Oh my— Wait, no. That can’t be—

I go back to Quinn’s profile and look at her old pictures, my heart racing as my brain puts two and two together.

Same eyes, same hair color, same nose. . .

“Son of a bitch,” I mutter, finally looking up at Sam who’s chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought.

“What is it?” she asks.

I turn the phone and show her the two photos, also making sure to point out the caption under the post Ethan is tagged in.

“Quinn and Ethan are siblings! Quinn is the one who tried to kill Gale,” I exclaim, my hands shaking because of the revelation.

“What? No! That can’t be. Quinn is dead and—“

“Is she though?” I cut her off impatiently. “It was Ethan who attacked us at the apartment and we never saw her dead body. We also didn’t see her getting stabbed. All we saw was a bunch of blood. And look—“ I point at the picture of a young Quinn on the phone—, “they’re basically twins! And Ghostface called me a snack on the phone! Remember what Quinn said when we first met?”

Sam’s eyes widen and she visibly pales. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was such a snack, Sam,” she whispers and I nod adamantly.

“Exactly! It’s her and— Oh my fucking God. . .” My mouth goes dry and my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

“What?!” Sam takes the phone out of my hands and steps closer, tugging on my sleeve. “What is it?!”

“Detective Bailey is the Ghostface from the bodega,” I whisper, horrified. “H-He’s Quinn’s and Ethan’s dad and he’s got combat training and he knows how to use a shotgun. He stole the old Ghosface masks and all the other shit in the old theater out of evidence!“

“Holy shit.” Sam runs her hand through her hair and starts pacing, Gale and Brooks and Liam all momentarily forgotten. “We have to tell someone!”

I nod and exhale shakily. “We do, but we need proof first and we have to be careful. Bailey and Ethan can’t know that we know. And Quinn could be anywhere, so we have to stick together.”

Sam stops pacing and looks at me with determination, nodding. “We need a plan.”

I agree. We need a plan. This ends tonight.

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Hi, everyone! I originally planned on making this part super long, but I promised I’d post something today, so I decided to cut it short. I’m also in a bit of a slump because I’ve been writing non stop lately and I need some time to plot the big showdown❤️

* NOT PROOFREAD YET

Tag list: @bella423 @artrizzler19 @btay3115 @canyonyodeler @quadofthec @pussyydestroyer @rqizzu @pithod @morganismspam23 @idontliketoread2137

Also, to whoever may be interested, marathon training sucks sometimes! I went out for a supposedly easy 10k run yesterday and I felt like shit the entire time. I usually love running, but yesterday was just horrible. I was tired and hungry and I couldn’t wait to get back home and curl up in bed with some tea.

[rainbowchaox]

Be climbing out of bed like a zombie because I tried to watch Philza and literally passed out 30 mins in (thank you loads mercy for the vod)

BUT anyways (holding red string)

Missa said he start streaming 28-30 on Qsmp

Philza streams Mon Weds Fri

Mon is 28

Wed is 30

THEREFORE ONE OR THREE DAYS UNTIL DEATH FAMILY RENUION-

[not-magdi]

Little Update

Summary: Lando gives his fans a little update about live

Words: 785

Warnings: None just pure fluff

A/N

It's my first time writing for Lando I hope you like it <3

Three weeks ago, you and Lando welcomed a little baby boy to the world. The both of you were pretty open about the pregnancy, posting pictures and stories all the time.

The fans loved watching your baby bump grow. And the interactions between Lando and the baby you two shared over your socials.

But since the baby was born, you two went MIA for a while and haven't posted a thing. Everybody started to speculate that the baby was born, but nobody had seen the baby yet.

You and Lando needed some time for yourselves to adjust to the new situation, but after some time, you slowly got into a routine.

Now, the two of you wanted to let the world know about your little bundle of joy. Lando wanted to do something special, that would resemble you and him.

Something that made you and Lando who you are, are your infamous streams. So Lando wanted to stream with your baby and introduce him to the world. You were a bit sceptical at first, not wanting to parade around with your baby in public so much.

But Lando assured you that everything would be alright and that he would be extra careful if it would get too much for little baby Henry.

So now Lando was sitting in his gaming chair with his son sound asleep next to him in his crib.

You wanted to stay with them and watch, but you had a hard time staying awake and chose to take a nap, still recovering from labour.

Lando took a deep breath and started the stream but had the camera still turned off. In the next few minutes, thousands of people joined his stream.

Seeing the numbers rise made Lando's heart beat faster, and he started overthinking his idea again. Nevertheless, he turned on his microphone and greeted his viewers.

"Hey, guys! … Guys, calm down. I know the camera's turned off. Be patient."

His heart melted as he read the messages his fans sent him, asking how he was doing and if you were doing okay. After laughing at a few messages, his heart rate slowed down and he started to feel more relaxed.

"So guys, I know me and Y/N haven't been online for some time. In our defence, we had a good reason."

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he took the sleeping baby into his arms and turned on the camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Henry Norris."

He grabbed Henry's little hand with his finger and waved at the camera. The chat went completely feral at that, congratulating the two of them on your little family.

Henry slowly woke up after he felt his dad's presence. Looking up at Lando with his big blue eyes, which he got from you, he cuddled himself deeper into Lando's arms.

Realising that his son had woken up, he cooed at him and kissed his little forehead to settle him again.

"Chat, look at him, he's so cute. Baby, you wanna say hello?"

Hearing Lando use his baby voice and cuddle with his son made the chat go crazy. Messages of love and adoration flooded the chat.

"How is Y/N doing?" Lando read out loud.

"Y/N's doing quite good. She is currently sleeping. I try to help her as much as I can. She needs to recover fast because I'm kind of lost without her."

Chuckling at the end of his sentence, he read a few more questions until he heard the door to his office open and close.

"Aww, chat, look who decided to join us!"

You waved at the camera as you took your place behind Lando, kissing his messy curls.

"The chat kept asking for you," Lando mumbled into your neck as he nuzzled himself into you.

"Aww, really? Hi chat!"

You greet the chat and cuddle yourself next to Lando. The two of you kept answering questions until you felt Henry squirm in Lando's arms.

"Chat, we're going to end the stream now. Little muppet's gonna have his dinner now."

Taking Henry from Lando's arms, you head out, getting ready to feed him. Lando comes right after you, talking to the chat for a bit.

The sight that greets him in the living room, is a sight he could never get sick of.

The love of his life, with his son in her arms, feeding him in their own little home.

[dominiquelucalover]

Did Everything Right | Dominique Luca x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a victim of a robbery comes to S.W.A.T. for help, the team finally gets to meet Luca's girlfriend. (requested)

CW: reader is the victim of a crime, mentioned robbery at gun point, mentioned gun violence, trauma and tears, angst/comfort, Luca is pissed tf off.

A/N: not proofread.

S.W.A.T. HQ was oddly quiet, which was never a great sign. When things were quiet, it meant that the criminals they were hunting were hiding and scheming. Everyone was working, but they all knew that the calm was merely making way for whatever storm was about to come there way.

They just didn't expect it to walk through the door.

Luca was in the boxing ring, gloved up and throwing punches at Rocker's hands to pass the time between tasks. It was no big deal, they all had to keep in shape and ready to roll whenever a call came in. However, he was quickly distracted when he saw a familiar face walk in with two officers. He immediately dropped everything and got down from the elevated platform to go to you.

Shaking like a leaf, you were looking around the room quickly in search of him. You clutched your bag to your chest, tears falling down your face rapidly. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you called out his name and ran to him.

Upon hearing their teammate's name shouted with such distress, his team came to see what was going on. Only to find you in the strong arms of your boyfriend, crying into his S.W.A.T. issued shirt. He tried to soothe you, rubbing your back and trying to ask you what had happened, but you struggled to get words out.

One of the officers stepped forward and spoke, "She was robbed at gun point. She all but forced us to bring her to you, which we weren't gonna argue with once we heard you were S.W.A.T."

Luca's face hardened as he looked at the officers, then down at you. He cupped you face in his large hands and wiped your tears away, "Hey, hey, babe, breathe, okay. You're okay now."

You calmed down as he breathed with you. He kissed your forehead and nodded to you, a silent signal that you were doing great.

"What happened?"

You took a deep breath. "I went to the- the grocery store to get every- everything to make that ziti, y'know? But when I went to my car... he came up behind me with-with the gun-" you cried out, bringing a hand up to your mouth to try and quiet yourself. He shushed you gently and assured you that it was okay. "He said I needed to get in the car and drive him somewhere, but I wouldn't... I remembered what you told me- to not do that. He got angry and- and shot the gun at the car, then he wanted my keys and all my cash, so I gave it to him."

"He's unstable," Hondo commented from the side, trying to speak lowly so as night to frighten you but you heard it anyway and nodded in agreement.

You looked at you boyfriend's team leader. "He-he hit a bunch of cars getting out of the parking lot and- and drove into oncoming traffic be-before jumping the curb."

Hondo came over and talked to the officers who had brought you in, telling them that they'll take over the investigation into the man and get in contact with their sergeant about it. He thanked them before they left and then turned back to you, seeing you in Luca's arms again and hiccuping as he comforted you. However, he could see the fire in Luca's eyes - he was not happy about this. None of them were, but he was absolutely pissed off.

"We gotta find this guy, Hondo," he said, staring at his friend and teammate, determination in his eyes.

Hondo nodded, the rest of the team coming to their sides. None of them had to say anything about you. It was clear to them that you were important to Luca and that was enough for them.

Deacon put a hand on Luca's shoulder and nodded to him affirmatively. "We're gonna get him, don't worry. Right now, you take care of her."

Luca nodded and led you to a more private room. He held you the whole way, telling and assuring you that you did everything right. He wasn't going to leave you side until he and his team were ready to go bring the man in that had done this to you. But for now, he was just happy that you were alive and safe. That's all he could ask for at the end of the day.

[huskynotwolf]

Convexian Hitman AU

Part 1 I guess

AU by @tibbycaps/ @tibby-art

Written by @thecrazyhusky

(I mixed in dsmp, it’s more fun with those swearing idiots :D )

Mission: Find and destroy target’s weapon supply (target’s name is Tubbo and Jack Manifold)

Cub’s PoV

“I want you to destroy his weapons.” Doc looked at us, dead serious.

We (me and Scar) were in the NHO’s conference room, listening to Bdubs rant about this new case we had to deal with. Scar had already yawned at least two times and I had grabbed every single one of their cans of carbonated drinks or whatever at the table and shook them so hard they looked like ticking bombs. Etho was also eyeing us with much suspicion, and I suspected he was up to something.

“All of them?” I asked.

“All of them.” The goat-creeper confirmed. “He was some sort of former president of a country. He’s got some ass-load of explosives. Specifically, bombs. Lots of those.”

“Ah.” Scar smiled. “Big boom.”

“Really?” I looked at him.

“And here are the conditions, since you three are definitely gonna loophole out of this.” Doc growled.

“You have to get this done by this week, which is three days. No eating anyone, and I mean anyone. You find those explosives, disable them, then leave. Nothing else. I don’t want those Snowchester people come fighting with nukes.”

I raised an eyebrow. “They got nukes?”

Scar sniggered. I kicked him.

Doc glared at my fellow Vex. “And bring Grian. He’ll be of use.”

“Grian? You sure?” I asked.

“Yes.” Doc grunted. “And you better get the job done. Go. Now.” He said.

I nodded, grabbed Scar’s wrist and dragged him out of the conference room, heading down to Grian’s “office”, while hearing Bdubs and Beef screech loudly along to the sounds of soda exploding. I allowed myself a slight smile.

“Dang it. Should’ve rigged ‘em better.” I said.

Scar gave me a look. “Don’t tell me you shook all of them.”

“I did. But I could’ve just fitted them with grenades instead.” I replied, taking a left turn down the hallway.

We found her studying a file about Tubbo.

“Hey.” She greeted us, not looking up.

“Hiya. You ready?” I asked.

Since Grian has her Watcher powers, she could technically see us coming, so I assumed she was already prepared.

“Let’s just go. Tango yelled at me earlier. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.” She stood up, then walked towards us.

“Tango? Why?” Scar asked.

“None of your concern.” She shrugged.

We headed out the door, taking the lift down, then exiting the building. As soon as we stepped out, Grian winced.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“Y-yeah,” she replied. “It’s just…overwhelming.”

“Hmm.” I shot a glance at Scar. “Scar, you got the map? Coords, at least?”

“Ask the all-seeing.” He pointed at Grian. Grian made a low growling sound.

“Wow, I though you prepped.” She muttered under her breath.

“Yes, I have the map. It’s in my head.” She raised her voice.

“Great!” Scar smiled. “Let’s go, then.”

I leaned closer to Grian. “You okay, dude?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything’s…” she exhaled. “Alright.”

“Good.” I said, then secretly kicked Scar. The man glared at me but I didn’t reply.

“Let’s go.”

***

“We gonna take a subway. Then a cross-country train. Then another high-speed railroad.” I said, laying down a drawn map.

“Snowchester’s all the way out there, so we probably need to either stop to eat on the way, or we have to bring food.” I rolled up the map and shoved it in my pack.

Scar rolled his eyes. “You’re concerned about eating?”

“Grian needs to eat as well.” I hissed.

I had shoved the three of us into a Seven Eleven’s, where my reason was, “we need substance.”

Grian nudged Scar. “Here’s the thing, bud. We don’t have money. How-“

I waved a five dollar bill I snatched from someone. “Steal.”

“Did you get his whole wallet?” Scar asked, his eyes glinting mischievously.

I gave a low chuckle. “Duh I did.” I held out the stolen wallet. Scar sniggered. “This guy’s got a hundred and fifty.”

Grian gave us a look of annoyance and frustration. “You know it’s illegal to steal, right?”

Scar materialised behind her, making her jump. “Nah. It’s fine.”

Grian narrowed his eyes at him but didn’t snap back a comment.

I handed Scar about thirty dollars worth of bills. “Grian, you can go with Scar to buy food.” She shot me a dirty look, got up and disappeared behind the aisles with the Vex.

I took out twenty and nabbed a sandwich and two bottles of water, in which to avoid getting yelled at by Grian, I payed for it instead of stealing it.

Though I will admit I stole a can of Sprite.

Yeah. Maybe.

Grian bought coffee and milk tea (where did she find that?) and Scar bought a bun and bottled Cola, though I could tell he didn’t intend to drink it, he’s just gonna prank me with it.

As we left that store, I searched for enough money to get us to the subway station. Six dollars to get in, then they needed eighteen. I decided not to give them the coins and bills yet, as Scar had a tendency to lose things.

Very, very often.

We headed to the subway station, while Grian kept cautiously looking around for signs of danger. However, despite this, Scar seemed extremely carefree.

“G, man, there’s nothing to worry ‘bout. It’s not like someone would just suddenly drop down and try and kill us, right?” He said to no one in particular.

“Don’t jinx it.” She huffed. “I see something. Though I can’t pinpoint where it is.”

I approached the subway tunnel, with the two nitwits trailing behind. “Yeah, something’s definitely wrong. I can feel it.”

I stepped down the stair, then halted when something whizzed past me and embedded itself into the wall with a thunk.

“Honestly, Foolish, how bad can your aim be!” I heard a yell. The three of us swivelled our heads towards the noise, and standing on the side of the street, armed with crossbows, were two deranged-looking people. At least that’s what the first word that came to my head when I saw them.

The one who shot the projectile, Foolish, looked suspiciously like a totem of undying, and it made me question whenever he’s an actual totem or not. His friend was a girl who wore dark sunglasses and had long streaks of hair running down both sides of her head. What she wore screamed pirate in every way.

Grian sighed. “Scar, you jinxed it.”

Scar glared at her. “No I didn’t!”

I slapped Scar before he could argue any further and hissed, “don’t make the situation worse, dumbass!” and marched towards the pair with crossbows. Scar gave me an offended look but I knew he was playing around for fun.

“What do you want?” I demanded.

Foolish looked at me. “You don’t have the authority to order me around.” He said.

“You just tried to kill me. Are you hitmen?” I snapped.

His friend glared at me. “You were trying to destroy our military.”

Grian and Scar came up from behind. “What do you know about that?” Grian challenged.

“I know for a fact that you were sent to destroy our nukes. We’re from Snowchester, mind you.” The girl growled.

Grian suddenly looked like he was lost in thought. Scar stared at her, then shook her to try snap her out of her trance, but did nothing except from earning a well-deserved smack in the face by her.

“Well, we don’t really care about who sent you. This is about our country’s safety. You back off, or we’ll make you.” Sunglasses Girl said, raising her crossbow.

I processed her words, then turned to Scar. “Wait, if we die, is our contract technically broken?”

He paused. “Wait…you know what? You’re right! We can just let ‘em kill us!”

“But do we like, reincarnate or something? What do you think we’d be-“

Sunglasses Girl facepalmed. “No-that’s not what I meant! I don’t want anyone dead!”

Foolish nudged her. “Whatever, Puffy. They’re not part of our nation.”

Grian shook her head. “You have your own problems. Deal with whoever the fuck Dream is first, then come back and kill us. Besides, Tubbo is a literal threat to society.” She said. “You shouldn’t be listening to that menace.”

Puffy, aka Sunglasses Girl, looked promptly taken aback by Grian’s comment. “How do you know about Dream?”

“Can we take this conversation somewhere else? We’re attracting quite a lot of unwanted attention.” Grian interrupted. “One dude who passed by thought you were a terrorist.”

Foolish and Puffy took a while to discuss, and as soon as they took their eyes off the us and Grian, I took out the stolen can of Sprite, shook it hard, opened it (but barely) then yeeted it at Foolish. It landed on the ground and the entire can burst like a grenade, spewing soda everywhere.

We bolted for it, making a beeline for the subway station, with Scar mainly being dragged all the way. By the time the pair from Snowchester realised what’s happening, we were already down the subway and had managed to get into the train already.

“Ok, that was…awkward.” Grian panted, slightly out of breath.

I grunted. “Whatever. You shouldn’t have told them about your powers.”

She shook her head. “I…sorry.” She muttered.

“Eh. We could go back and kill them both.” I shrugged.

Scar nodded. “Actually, yeah. I would love to do that.”

Grian paled. “No you don’t!” She cried. “Why must you always kill people left and right?”

Both of us Vexes turned their piercing gaze at her. She immediately shut up and sank into the seat.

“Can I kill Tubbo?” Scar asked.

“No,” Grian and I said almost simultaneously. I gave her a look but she said nothing.

“Aww.” He huffed. “I’m bored.”

“You won’t be when we reach the border.” Grian said.

“What?” I asked. “Are you talking about…the border between the city and Greater Dream SMP or whatever that place is called?”

She nodded. “You know we don’t have our IDs or passports. It’s gonna be a wild chase with the border guards there.”

“Ooo, what do they do?” Scat asked.

Grian groaned. “They would chase you down on horses and they never stop. Literally, they could hunt you continuously for days without stopping.”

“Sounds fun,” Scar said.

Grian bit her lip to prevent herself from snapping back at him.

I looked at her. “Listen, if you know about the border guards, do you think we can get past them?”

She nodded. “You can get past them, but it’s gonna be hard.”

I gave both of them a wide smile. “Alright. We have two hitmen on our trail, we don’t have IDs of any sort and we’re about to be chased down by a few border guards. What’s the worse that could happen?”

To be continued

(I did it on another platform and then tried to paste it on Tumblr but ended up with so much lag I can’t even type properly lol)

[kairiscorner]

I wanna request a miguel x reader who pulls pranks on him everyday ex; dumping a gallon of pink frosting on him with sprinkles, covering his whole office with webs, purposely playing innapropriate sounds from his laptop during meetings 💀💀 (those grey streaks on his hair increasing frfr)

omg that is me to miggy frfr, i love this HEHEHEHEHEH I HOPE THIS IS ANY GOOD <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you'll be the death of him. — miguel o'hara x reader

every morning, miguel o'hara rises from bed with his guard up constantly–he never lets it down, in fact, he finds everything as a threat to the peace and quiet he looks forward to in his day. the sole perpetrator for the disturbances in his day is none other than you, the resident troublemaker of the spider society's HQ. ever since miguel (regrettably) recruited you several months ago, every day after that has been nothing short of comedic hell for him. he's been the laughingstock of many of your trademark gags–from dumping gallons of pink frosting on him with sprinkles and cherries on top, filling his entire office with webs and forcing him to halt all operations in HQ because you also webbed up his control panels, and purposely played... interesting noises from his devices when he's trying to have a serious adult conversation with the rest of the spider society.

everybody else tries to play off your jokes as cruel gags that are anything but funny, but do indeed laugh about the pranks you pull on him behind his back with you–irritating miguel even further as he cleans your mess up, knowing full well that no matter how much he yells at or threatens you to get you to clean the messes up, he always will end up cleaning up after you–hence, he has vowed to be on guard every day after that. the lack of spider sense for him is a disadvantage when it came to predicting your next move or where you are to gauge how ready he should be or what he should do, but no matter–he's got heightened senses and not enough patience to deal with you so early in the morning; he'll show you once and for all why you shouldn't mess with him so casually anymore. miguel remained in his office as usual, monitoring the on-goings in the multiverse all at once–knowing full well that you would use this opportunity to strike him down with some shitty prank again.

miguel heard thumping and creaking nearby on the ceiling, and not even looking up, he shot his webs up at the ceiling–wrapping something around his webs. "you aren't slick." he said as he tightened his grip around you he caught on the ceiling. you finally let out a groan as miguel tightened his grasp around you. "come on, mig–i just wanted to say 'hi', can't a friend do that anymore?" you asked him all innocently as he pulled you down to his platform, your arms wrapped around your sides as he shook his head. "friends don't make laughingstocks out of each other." "they do in my book..." you muttered, all pouty that miguel 'refused to let you have any fun'.

miguel sighed and turned around and looked down at your sitting figure resigned on the ground; you grinned up at him awkwardly as his scowl deepened. "when are you gonna learn to respect me, hmm? and don't be a smart ass about it, i hate it when you run that little mouth on me, thinking you're someone so much better than i am." he said as he crouched to your level and inched his face even closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke in such a low, husky voice. you found yourself staring into miguel's hazel eyes in response, with his eyebrows crinkling at the lack of words being spoken in this one-way conversation he was having with you. "what? not gonna talk?" he asked you as you soon bit your lip, stifled giggles escaping your lips ever so often.

miguel raised an eyebrow at you. "what? what's so funny—" he asked but was soon interrupted by when you burst out laughing and kicking your feet in the air, falling over on your side and rolling over. "you sound crazy." "and you look so pretty!" you exclaimed in between fits of giggles as miguel felt a little cool around his arms—he was wearing a dress, a flowy dress that had a deep v-shaped neckline and was donning on heels, you truly were a talented designer and hijacker. "loving your new suit look?" you asked miguel as you laughed even harder, with lyla joining in and snapping photos left and right all at once with copies of herself, making sure not to miss a single angle of miguel in that outfit. "oh, and by the way, the earrings look adorable." you added as miguel felt over his earlobes and felt a pair of dangling earrings by the bottom of his earlobes.

miguel grumbled as he ordered lyla to change his suit back. "can't, this mad genius right here fumbled your suit's code up so bad that it's unsalvageable. i can make a new one from scratch—" "then do it now." "i am, but you won't get it until next week." "next week?!" he cried out, which only made you laugh even harder as he groaned and pinched his nose bridge in anger. "you'll be the death of me before i can even kill you for this..." miguel murmured as you laughed aloud. peter b and jess entered his office, hoping to talk to miguel about something, but after seeing him in... that classy get-up, they thought it'd be better to give him some alone time and take their fits of laughter somewhere else where they won't get maimed for laughing aloud; you truly aren't going to stop your shenanigans with him, ever.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @fictarian @yuridopted0 @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

[rae-pottah]

I Just Stood There.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Rossi's daughter! reader

Y/n = your name

L/n = your last name

Warnings: she/her pronouns, shitty writing?,fluff.

Summary: after embarrassing herself in front of her crush, Y/n rants to Penelope, bad idea.

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*Y/n's POV*

Hanging out with my dad's coworkers was fun. Except when it came to my tiny little small incy weenie crush on Dr. Spencer Reid... And I think everyone knows...

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Meeting the BAU team was a blast! I had been coming by to see my dad, seeing as how we don't spend much time together anymore.

First I bumped into SSA Derek Morgan, and Tech nerd Penelope Garcia:

"He-llo, momma!" said Morgan

"Don't scare her away already hot stuff!" Penelope hit his arm "Hi honey bunches, I'm Penelope, this is Derek, who are you? Are you a newbie?"

"Haha! No, I'm Y/n, I'm here to see my father!" I laugh, they looked confused

Next, SSA Jennifer Jareau (otherwise known as JJ) and SSA Emily Prentiss

"Who's this?" JJ asks Garcia

"This is Y/n, she's here to see her father!" Garcia tells her, confused. None of them letting me speak JJ asks

"Who's her father?" With a confused face as well

"Wh-" Garcia starts to ask me a question when my Father, and Uncle Aaron walked in

"UNCLE AARON!" I ran up to him and jump hugged him

I could see my dad off to the side holding his arms open with a playful confused/hurt look on his face, looking from side to side

"No hug for dear old dad, no sirey, just here for the money" he said sarcastically to no one

"Glad you know" I joked, and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek

"So I have lunch I was hoppiii-" I stuttered off as I watched a beautiful man, a genius, a fluffy haired, angelic, smart, kind man walk by me, his name

Doctor Spencer fuckin Reid

"Aaand she's gone" my dad said bringing me back to reality, now noticing everyone smiling at me, him not even noticing I'm here put his stuff down at his desk

"Wwwhat his papers are insanely good" I whispered looking at my shoes

"Well, I'd still like to know what the hell is going on?!" Morgan asks

"This is one of my daughters from my second marriage" he finishes the sentence with a kiss to my head

"Also I already knew your names, my father has prepared me well" I laughed

"Huh and I guess you know pretty boy?" Morgan asks with a smirk, still working at his desk (I'd have to meet him later) I nodded quickly with a blush

"I think she knows him more than she knows any of you, and she's actually met you guys now" my father answers, while everyone starts "oouu" -ing and laughing, I just blushed with my head down

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I eventually met Spencer when everyone came to our house for a cook out, walking backward with a chair isn't a good idea when you can't see behind you.

"OUFF" hit a wall, wait... walls don't make noises

I put the chair down and turn around "OH MY GoD, Im So SorRy" my voice cracked as I spoke to the man in front of me "Are you okay?" I asked

"Haha yeah I'm fine, it was my fault anyway, I wasn't looking where I was going. You're Y/n right?" I instantly blushed

"y-yeah I am, Doctor Spencer Reid, if I'm not incorrect?"

"yes!" He smiled, absolutely beautiful. He helped me move the chair and we talked slightly, me stuttering the entire time.

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Again visiting my father at work, today was gonna be a good day.

I was getting ready to turn the corner to my fathers office when I ran into someone

"Sor- oh hi" it's like his ears were hurting, why do I have to run into you while I'm thinking about what a domesticated you would look like

"Hi, how are you?" He must have just woke up because his voice was deep as hell, and he had dark circles under his beautiful brown eyes

"-hi-" I couldn't think of anything else to say, I walked away quickly

"Hey can we go for lunch?" I asked my dad quickly

"Sorry kid, we got a case" disappointing but at least I can talk to Garcia alone (we've become good friends)

A while after they left:

I just walked straight into Garcia's office

"I SAID HI, TWICE" I said terrified

"Woah woah woah, what are we flipping out about" she looked very concerned

"I said hi twice! We bumped into each other and I said 'oh hi' and he said 'hi, how are you?' And I JUST SAID HI AGAIN?! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO REDUCE MY IQ TO 3?!"

"Wai- you mea-" I cut her off

"Spencer! Yes! Duh! Why does he have to be so hot and smart and adorable, I mean have you read his paper on quantum physics?! Only a perfect man could be that smart and THAT HOT!" I flopped on the couch in her bat cave

"Okay, baby doll, please don't be mad at me, I tried to tell you!" Only then did I look down to see the little red light being produced from the phone

"No."

"Yes." She said in a sorry voice

"Who are you on the phone with?" I asked nervously

"Oh! Actually hotch!"

"I'm not afraid to remove your knee caps Uncle Aaron." I said dangerously

"I'll help her hide the body!" Garcia shouted

"Ha.Ha. you want the bad news or good news?"

We stayed quiet

"Okay bad news is, the entire time Garcia's been on speaker, including the time that you ranted about boy genius, also bad news I'm sitting around everyone"

I could have cried until he said

"Good news is, is he can't stop smiling"

"EA" I let out a small yelp from Garcia nudging me and the information.

"You'll have to wait till we get back to ask her out, Rossi quit death staring him, you already knew, here's your fifty"

I ran out of the room and home, soon enough a couple days later there was a knock at my apartment door

[defilerwyrm]

Bird Guy

I think if you start out as some kind of a *kid you're gonna wind up as some kind of *guy. By which I mean my mom was a Horse Girl and as an adult she's a Dog Lady; and that I was a Dinosaur Kid and a Wolf Kid and a Dragon Kid, and as an adult I have variously been known as a Wolf Guy, Werewolf Guy, Dragon Guy, Snake Guy, and Bird Guy.

Those who know me a bit, or at the very least know what I show of myself and my interests via this blog, might be slightly surprised by the Bird Guy thing. The funny thing about it is that it was a) localized to my office in Houston back when I lived there, b) a title attained fairly quickly, and c) completely by happenstance.

I worked in that office for barely more than a year, but in that time all of the following managed to happen:

One: I came downstairs into the central entry/foyer to find a little crowd of people looking at something by the glass exterior wall. When I went to see what they were all looking at, pack animal that I am, I found they were staring at a bird on the floor huddled against the glass, occasionally jumping and fluttering against it trying to get outside. I looked around in confusion that none of them were, you know, doing anything about it, then walked over, picked the bird up, briefly checked him for injuries (he was fine), took him outside to release. When I came back in the crowd was all staring at me like they couldn't comprehend what had just happened. I went to wash my hands and carried on with what I'd been doing before.

News of this spread rapidly.

Two: While outside having a cigarette with some coworkers, another bird flew into said glass wall and landed like a brick. I snuffed my dart and picked the bird up carefully. He was alive but understandably dazed. I warmed him up in my hands and bothered him a tiny bit to keep him conscious until he rallied and was ready to fly back off.

News of this also spread quickly.

Three: I was having lunch with some friends at a local phо̄ place and a tiny little bird got trapped inside. Once again, lots of people were staring and muttering about it, but no one was making a move to so much as open the door for the poor thing, so I did it myself. Walked up to her, picked her up, let her go out the door. The restaurant erupted into rapid chatter. I washed my hands in the restroom and sat back down to my disappointing soup. My friends were staring at me.

"Did you just pick up a bird?!" one of my friends asked me.

"...Yeah?" I said, not understanding the point of the question.

These events led directly to...

Four: Someone in my office found a nestling dove in the middle of the parking lot, put it in a cardboard box, and took it inside.

Guess who they gave it to.

"I mean, I figured, you're our resident Bird Guy, so.…"

This was news to me. "Oh," I said as I took the box. "Yeah no problem, I'll take care of it."

Called around, found a local wildlife rescue that was already closed for the day, took the dove home, set it up with insulation and water in the bathroom (away from the cats), handed it over to the rescue the next day.

You're always gonna be some kind of *guy.

[ringanon]

Phone Call | Auston Matthews

Pairing: Auston Matthews x gn!reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 680

Summary: You call your boyfriend, Auston, before Game 6 of the 1st Round (2023)

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"Hi, baby!" He had only been gone for a day, but you were still happy for the chance to talk to him. You set up the camera on your kitchen island, sitting on one of the bar stools.

"Hey, mi amor, we're about to head out, but I wanted to call you first." Auston's voice came over as somber: he was focused. There was intent in his voice. He set up his phone against the bed side table in the hotel room, grabbing the office chair behind him.

"Are we doing fit checks?" It had been a tradition of yours for every away game. Now that they were in the playoffs, it was crucial. He liked seeing you all pretty, you liked seeing him in formal attire.

"Obviously, whatchu rockin'?" He leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows against his knees.

"So we went with something a little calmer today. A couple of the girls are coming over here, we're gonna crack open a bottle or two of wine and watch the game. The jersey is a one-of-a-kind game worn jersey given to me by a player of the Toronto Maple Leafs. I think his name is Auston? He spells it with an O, not an I, tryna be different, or something.

The jeans are a light-wash Lee's that I thrifted from my hometown. I am not wearing shoes since I will be inside, but in case I do need to go out, I will be rocking my blue and white Air Forces that I got custom-made." Auston tilted his head, not quite sure which ones you were talking about. You dipped out of camera and picked them up from underneath the island. You had commissioned casual shoes to wear for games and events from a guy you saw on tik tok. Auston had only seen them a handful of times.

"Ah, I forgot about those ones. Looking good."

"What are we working with?

"I ended up deciding on the tan one."

"Oh come on! I expect a presentation! Some Pizzazz please, Matthews!"

"Fine! God! The jacket and trousers are the Lardini suit from Farfetch, shirt is from Men's Wearhouse, and the shoes are white Air Forces."

"That's better, we'll work on it."

He laughed, "are you watching the game tonight?"

"Do you listen to these presentations or do you just stare at my ass the whole time? A couple of the girls are coming over to watch, I got a whole spread, do you wanna see?"

"I would love to see the fruits of your labor, sweetheart."

You grabbed your phone from the island and stood up. Flipping the camera around, you walked around to the other side of the kitchen, "I wanted it to be mostly snack stuff, but I think Steph and Aryne will be here early, so I wanted actual food-food, but nothing too insane. We popped out with sliders- ham and cheese, and then I made a couple vegetarian ones. I also made a salad, nothing too insane, just Romane, crutons, cheese, and a vinnagrette that I made, and some chicken on the side that I chopped up."

"Oo bougie."

"I try, thank you. Next, we got a little grazing board thing. Most of this side is all white wine pairings and this side is red wine pairings, because I'm a good host who cares about her guests."

"Is that a dig?"

"Just a little. We got shrimp with cocktail sauce, and this is the spinach dip my mom used to make all the time."

"How long did it take you to prep the shrimp?" You turned the camera around to face you again.

"So long, you know I'm picky about them."

The door in Auston's room opened, "hey man, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, give me one second," He sighed, "alright, sweetheart, I gotta go. I'll talk to you after the game?"

"Go win a series for me."

"I'll try, let me know how your food goes over."

"I will, I love you."

"I love you more."

"That's impossible."

-💍

I'm clearing out the notes app. Can y'all tell? This one's short and sweet, though

[minijenn]

Universe Falls Preview

Another one? What can I say, I'm finally making some good progress on this chapter! I'm finally getting into the actual meat of it, so enjoy the kids getting their "weapons", courtesy of The Man of All Time, Soos:

“Um, Soos? Your ‘office’ is a cleaning closet…” Connie pointed out with a frown as they all gathered around it. Sure enough, the tiny closet was packed with typical cleaning supplies and assorted tools. None of it looked like it would do much good against the light monsters, as much as Soos was convinced it could. 

“I know, pretty cool, right?” Soos said with a proud grin. “Go nuts, dudes. You can pick out anything you want to fight off those light guys.”

“Well, I already know what I want!” Steven eagerly dove in first. He pulled out, of all things, a metal trash can lid, holding it out defensively in front of him. “It’s just like my real shield! Ya know, just… a little less magical.”

“Aw, heck yeah!” Mabel pulled herself out of the box she’d been digging through. “Check it out, you guys! Boxing gloves!” She readily slipped them on, throwing a few playful punches at the open air. “What were these doing in here, Soos?”

“Oh, they probably belong to Mr. Pines,” Soos said. “He probably won’t mind if you use ‘em though.”

“Yay! I’m gonna beat the light right outta those monsters!” When Mabel swung her fist again, this time it caught her brother on the side of his face. While it hadn’t been a particularly hard blow, it was enough to make Dipper stumble back as he rubbed his suddenly sore cheek.

“Ow! Mabel!” he fussed, shooting her a frustrated glare. 

“Whoops, sorry!” Mabel let out a flustered laugh. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

“Hm…” Connie picked through the closest’s contents next. “Oh! This will work.” She held out an iron crowbar, giving it a small, experimental swing–far enough away that it wouldn’t hit anyone. 

“Whoa, that’s like, a legitimate weapon,” Dipper said, impressed. “Do you have anything else like that in there for me, Soos?”

“Let’s see…” he shuffled through one of the closet’s upper shelves. “Well, I got this air pump in case you need to inflate any pool floaties, an extension cord in case you gotta plug something in… Oh, and this broom.”

“In case you want to try sweeping the light monster away,” Mabel elbowed her brother teasingly. 

“...I guess if there aren’t any other options,” Dipper sighed, defeated. “I’ll take the broom.”

“Good choice,” Soos nodded in approval as he handed it over. 

“Looks like we’re all ready to set out on our adventure!” Steven proclaimed as he secured his “shield” behind his back.

“Oh, one more thing, dudes,” Soos stopped the kids short as he rummaged through the back of the closet. “It’s dangerous to go alone, so take this!”

He presented a backpack to the group, one that Steven recognized the moment he saw it. “My cheeseburger backpack!” he happily took it, hugging it tight. “I was wondering where this was! I thought I lost it!”

“You left it here a few weeks ago,” Soos explained, grinning. “Mr. Pines told me to just toss it out, but I knew how much you like it, so I figured I’d hold onto it for you.”

“Aw, thanks so much, Soos!” Steven gave him a grateful hug. “We can keep the Prism in this so it’ll stay safe and sound. Now we’re really ready to get this adventure started!”

“Yeah!” Dipper, Mabel, and Connie cheered, raising their makeshift weapons high. 

Steven joined them in striking a brazen pose, their mission more than clear. With six colors to reclaim and an entire town to save, it was certainly a daunting task. But with their new “weapons” in hand, they were more than ready to face it. They’d stand strong against this mysterious new threat, and best of all, they’d do it together as a team.

“Let’s attack the light!”

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ TWENTY TWENTY T’REE (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

Can I have a one shot with sheamus where he’s kinda irritated and speaking loud and fast. Just ranting to his partner and he turns to see her trying not to laugh because she loves his strong accent

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: none (unless u count laughing at his accent. reader is gonna laugh at his accent)

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 788

ೃ༄ NOTE: THIS IS VERY SHORT BUT as someone who is dating an irish person…. this is the story of my life don’t get me wrong my girlfriend is the loml but sometimes i do have to ask her to slow down. just read everything in an irish accent pls

you heard sheamus arrive home before you saw him. the telltale sound of a car door slamming in the driveway gave away how your boyfriend was most likely feeling, so you resigned yourself to readying the comfort as you finished up your work.

you were lazily thrown across the couch, laptop on your thighs as you flicked through spreadsheets for your job. no day off apparently.

as the door to your home opened, you could hear telltale irish muttering that the day hadn’t quite been everything he had wanted it to be. he seemed to kick his shoes off as opposed to place them on the rack neatly, if the banging against the hallway door was a good enough sign.

“i’m home.” then came a tired shout, and you chuckled to yourself at the obvious statement.

“no way.” was your sarcastic response, turning your head just in time to see your boyfriend appear through the doorway, wasting no time in shooting you a (hopefully) playful glare. “welcome home, love.”

for a moment, he cracked a smile through the layers of frustration, walking over to where you sat and leaning down just enough to peck your lips. his hair was still slightly damp from a shower at the training centre, the feeling of it touching your forehead making you shudder momentarily.

“how was training?” you felt vaguely like your were poking the bear, seeing the way his shoulders tensed at the question.

sheamus immediately jumped into busying himself around the room, unpacking his bag and putting everything back in its place. “it was a load of shite. boss man pulled me into his office not even half way t’rough, something about a new storyline that’s entirely bullshite if you ask me.”

you raised an eyebrow, allowing him to move around you as you formatted something on your spreadsheet, noting down a total at the bottom. “in what way?”

“they’re just not even trying t’ hide their favouritism now — got the most insane match cards lined up with winners ya wouldn’t even t’ink possible. half the guys in t’ locker room don’t like it, but we’ve gotta do what the boss man wants.”

you hummed noncommittally, typing something into your laptop as he continued in the background.

“i’m fed up at this point. we cannay even have a day these days, then i got put t’rough a table wrong in training, proper botched it and could barely get up for a second. i tell yous it’s gone to shite since the hey days, could do with a whole rebrand a’ this point but i don’t t’ink even tha’ could save us.”

by now, you were barely following what sheamus was saying. he had a habit of talking fast when annoyed, and this time was no exception, but coupled with your half focus — you wouldn’t deny you had lost entire understanding of what he said half way through. it was something you had noticed in the years you had been together; no matter how used to his accent you had gotten, he always got more irish the moment he was even slightly upset. unfortunately, the thicker accent coupled with the speed usually equaled y/n losing everything he was saying.

you had to chuckle to yourself as he went off again in the background, thankful he wasn’t looking in your direction as you tried to hide your amusement behind your hand.

“i dun’ even know their reasons for this one, i t’ink they’re just t’rowing shite out there now ‘nd hoping for the best. they used to give us reasons for whatever they did, but now it’s just ‘hey sheamus my man do this entirely unreasonably t’ing just for views even though it doesn’t match your character at all’, it’s— are you alright there?”

you glanced up to see sheamus looking straight at you, clearly having seen the way you were practically folded in on yourself in amusement.

trying to calm yourself down was worse, the laughter you were suppressing coming out in snorts by now. “i’m so— i’m so sorry! you’re-“ you hicupped “you’re just very irish.”

“no shite sherlock.” your boyfriend responded, but as you looked up at him, he was cracking a smile of his own, the frustrated expression he had worn before cracking in its facade “have i ever told you i hate yous?”

you giggled again, lying full on your side by now on the sofa. opening your arms, you beckoned him to come join you with a smile that he mirrored on his own face “many times. you never fail to remind me.”

sheamus cackled loudly, practically jumping on top of you as he peppered kisses along your cheeks. “wait till you meet my father.”

[v-era-18]

HoneyBee

Chapter Five: Respect

‘Respect is important-but the higher power knows nothing about that’-Mikaela Banes 

5

Mad wouldn’t be the proper words to describe the sheer emotions she was feeling at the moment. This was the second time she was placed in handcuffs thanks to the boy who sat on the other side of Mikaela in the backseat. Her arms ached in the position she sat in, knees placed together in cramped fashion due to the driver's seat being rolled back a bit. Livid-yes that was the word (Y/n) wanted to use. 

“Comfortable?” Simmons joked, he was met with an icy glare before the eyes traveled back to the window beside them, “I see you’re the smart one out of the three of them. You haven't said a word since we took you guys away.” 

“I'll speak when we have a lawyer,” She bit out, her voice dripping in venom from the night filled events, “None of us are going to be talking to you.” 

“Ah,” He grabbed his phone, pulling up a file with her face attached, “(Y/n) (L/n), only child-daughter of (D/n) and (M/n). Both parents tragically murdered in hit and run with the child being the only survivor, custody given to (GD/n) and (GM/n). (GD/n) died from cancer-” 

Simmons was cut off from being struck in the head with the teens right foot, the heel of her worn out sneaker connecting with his jaw. Mikeala had moved against Sam to give the girl a passage of revenge to her utmost pleasure. The agent was shocked, locking in on heated brown eyes nailing him to the seat. 

“Keep my family's name-out your fucking mouth!” 

He laughed nervously, “I simply read your file-” 

“Read it again, and I'll park my foot in your ass!”

“Okay-okay,” Simmons coughed and rubbed his aching jaw from the assault inflicted, “Did your alien friends teach you how to fight?” 

“What?” Sam uttered. 

“You heard me,” 

“We have no idea what you're talking about,” Mikaela lied smoothly. 

“Oh-oh, okay,” The man chuckled to himself, “Ladiesman217. That is your eBay username, right?” 

“Yeah, but, you know-it was a typo and I ran with it.” Sam's excuse was total bullshit. He needed to just tell the truth for now on. 

“What do you make of this?” The car went silent as Simmons played the tape, ultimately damning them with evidence. 

“My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? I am here with my best friend (Y/n) (L/n) and my car-“

“Is that you?” He cocked a brow. 

“Yeah that sounds like LadiesMan.” Mikaela stated simply. Sam rolled his eyes to hide his embarrassment. 

“Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. And that girl over there,” The man pointed to (Y/n), “Said she had evidence that they’ve been here for years.”

He looked between the three of them, “Enlighten me.” 

“Well, here’s what I said, okay?” Sam laughed nervously, “‘Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen-“ 

“Really?” 

“From me, from my home, but it’s fine now because it’s back! It came back!” 

Mikaela noticed his error and decided to help, “Well, not by itself-“ 

“Well-no”

“Because cars don’t do that, because that would be crazy.” She started to laugh. 

All of them joined in except (Y/n), the said girl looked at them completely done with the situation. 

“That’s funny, that’s funny” Simmons went back serious, “So again, what do you kids know about aliens, huh?” 

“Oh you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E.T? No.” Sam denied. 

“It’s an urban legend.” Mikaela backed up. 

“Yeah.” 

“You see this,” he held up his badge, “this is an ‘I can do whatever I want and get away with it badge’” 

Oh we know, you guys use it enough already. 

“Right,” Sam's face went stoic, ultimately fed up putting up a front. 

“I’m gonna lock you up forever.” 

(Y/n) closed in on herself in the seat, Sam was ready to choke the man, he knew that he was directly targeting her with that statement. He felt ashamed with how he 

“Oh, god. You know what?  Don’t listen to him.” Mikaela snapped, “He’s just pissy cause he’s got to get back to guarding the mall.” 

“You, in the training bra, do not test me.” The man quipped, “especially with your daddy’s parole coming up.” 

“What?” Sam uttered, “Parole?” 

“Sam,” (Y/n) tried, her voice was dry. 

“It’s nothing,” Banes lied. 

“Oh, grand theft auto, that ain’t nothin?” 

The girl sighed looking towards the two best friends, “You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well-they-they weren’t always his.” 

“You stole cars?” 

“I know they had good reason,” (Y/n) defended the girl. 

“Well, we couldn’t always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along.” 

“She’s got her own Juvie record to prove it!” The man exclaimed, “she’s a criminal! Criminals are hot.” 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes in frustration, “ do you ever shut up?” 

He ignored her, “That’d be a real shame if he had to rot in jail for the rest of his natural life. It’s is time to talk!” 

Suddenly the car was hit, causing them to spin to a skidding stop. The three teens screamed in response, (Y/n) was more than prepared to see a decepticon emerge on the other side. Everyone in the car ducked upon large metal hands emerging through the windows and tearing off the car roof. 

Upon looking up (Y/n) broke out into a grateful smile, it was no other than the leader of the Autobots himself who stopped the vehicle. Although he maybe could’ve done it a lot safer. 

“You A-holes are in trouble now.” Sam smirked, “Gentleman, I want to introduce you to our friend, Optimus Prime.” His best friend smiled at his growing confidence, something about the two of them knowing the importance of their decisions was starting to have an effect. Sam was growing-slowly-but the signs were there. The prime slowly stood up in front of the car, inspecting the three teens in the backseat, his eyes staying on (Y/n) longer due to her dazed look. 

“Taking the children was a bad move,” Optimus stated, “Autobots, relieve them of their weapons.” 

The rest of the Autobots emerged, shocking the rest of the government men. (Y/n) felt her worries wash away for a minute, she looked over seeing Ironhide nod to her, pleased to see that she was safe. She smiled in response, glad to see she wasn't on the big man's bad side as she originally thought. 

“Freeze,” Ironhide pointed his cannons, as a reflex the teens ducked their heads-although they weren't the ones in danger they knew the familiarity of the heat. 

“Whoa! Whoa!” 

“Gimme those!” Jazz took the weapons away. (Y/n)’s inner child screamed at the sight with questions on her tongue, ‘that had to have been a giant magnet or is it his hand naturally capable of doing that-’ 

Optimus kneeled down to the vehicle his faceplate could be read as furious. 

“Hi there.” Simmons uttered with an awkward smile.

All nice now that you realize you fucked up. 

“You don’t seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?” The Prime questioned. 

The man shrugged nervously, “Look there are S-Seven protocols, okay? I’m not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can’t communicate with you.” 

That wasn’t a good answer. 

“Get out of the car.” The order sent chills down the human’s spines. 

“All right. Me? You want me to get-“ 

“Now!” 

The voice made the girl immediately try to get out of the car , it was that effective. She read that Primes could be terrifying, but she thought Optimus was an exception to that. She was extremely wrong. 

Mikaela started to work on (Y/n)s handcuffs first, “Thank you” the girl whispered in thanks. Mikaela could feel the weight of gratitude the girl had expressed alone in her words as well as the hug afterwards. 

She worked on Sam's next, “You’re good with handcuffs, too, now, huh?” This caused the girl to cringe at the boy's words, they weren't rough, just smart. The embarrassment set in of what her new friends knew about her and her past. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear all that.” 

“Yeah,” was all the boy could give as a response at the moment. He really couldn't think about Mikealas feelings at the moment 

Sam grabbed (Y/n)’s face, turning it side to side to make sure there were no injuries. After the way those men were handling her he was on edge, after all these years Sam hasn't lost his overprotective touch. “Thank god you’re okay.” He whispered, pulling her into a hug. 

She hugged him back. 

Mikaela came forward looking at the two friends in confidence, “I have a record because I wouldn’t turn my dad in. When do you have to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life?” 

(Y/n) shook her head, “Mikaela, your past doesn't make us view you any different. Those guys are assholes that don't have any respect.” 

“Yeah,” Mikaela laughed bitterly, “Respect is important-but the higher power knows nothing about that.”

“What is Sector Seven?” Sam stalked up to Simmons, “Answer me.” The boy was done from the past hour, the fact of the matter is-he was holding his anger back. All he could think about was his friend going limp and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt weak-useless! His friend couldn't breathe and he couldn't do anything about it. 

“I’m the one who asks questions around here. Not you, young man!” Simmons scoffed. This only caused Sam to step forward, his face growing red, the only thing that stopped him was the brunette placing a firm hand on his chest. 

Mikeala stepped in, her anger radiating, “ How’d you know about the aliens?” 

“Where did you take my parents?” Sam demanded answers again. 

“I am not at liberty to discuss it.” The agent avoided answering once more. During this time (Y/n) felt a bit faint, shaking her head to get rid of the fog she looked around till she saw the faint outlines of black and yellow. With wobbly legs she made over to get guardian, causing him to look down and cock his head at her state-his optics narrowing slightly. Something was wrong. 

“No?” Sam dove into the man’s pockets. 

“Hey! You touch me, that's a federal offense,” the agent snarked. 

Sam held the badge up to Simmons face, boldness radiating off of him, “‘Do whatever you want and get away with it’, right?”

Simmons scoffed, “Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with his big alien friend standing over there.” 

Sam ignored him, “Where is Sector Seven?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

Bumblebee kneeled down, trying to get a better look at his charge as she wobbled back and forth with her balance. Offering a servo the girl took it, using it to lay against in order not to fall. Mikaela noticed the interaction and immediately walked away from Sam gaining his attention. 

“(Y/n)?!” Mikaela took the girl's face in her hands before continuing to check her pulse, “Are you okay? Do you need to sit down-?”

“Shit!” Sam raced over towards her, “She usually takes her anxiety meds after an attack, she needs proper medical attention-“

“We already gave it if you were paying attention.” One of the agents spoke up. The way the teen boy turned so fast was dizzying. Anger practically radiated off of him. 

Mikaela turned towards Ratchet, her expression desperate, “Have you checked about human anatomy? O-or possible medical conditions?!” The medic stepped forward and started scanning (Y/n)‘s body, judging from his sudden stiff stance it wasn’t good. 

“She’s highly malnourished and experiencing high fatigue. The effects from this ‘anxiety attack’ has left the body weak and slow to respond,” The autobots turned to Ratchet in shock, it hasn't even been three hours yet and their Storyteller was already experiencing harsh effects of war. 

Bumblebee froze before heatedly turning to the government men in front of them, ‘Are you *bleep* serious?!’. The radio within the bot was switching between channels fast for him to find a proper response for this situation, however he couldn't find any. His anger was spilling over by the minute. 

Sam turned to Bumblebee, his face red, “No you heard it right!” The teen boy pointed to the two FBI agents that grabbed her earlier along with Simmons berating, “Those fucking idiots were the ones who caused it! The ones who are supposedly supposed to protect our people-our nation?!” 

Simmons seemed to grow nervous, looking at (Y/n)’s state as she was practically being held up by Mikaela, “I-It was a mistake on my part-I skipped her medical file-,” 

“Oh! So you run background checks on her family but don't bother to check her medical file on severe anxiety? And you call yourself an Agent-?” Sam cut off looking right behind Simmons, a quirk of a smile appearing as they all heard an abrupt pop. 

A disgusted breath left the older male as he felt himself drenched with what appeared to be gasoline, “Hey-Hey! Get that thing to stop, huh?”

Optimus frowned at his scouts actions, “Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man.” He understood why he was upset-they all did. However there were more approaches to the situation at hand they could do. The scout simply shrugged, turning back to his charge faintly smiling at him the best she could. 

Ratchet was kneeling before her giving instructions on what to do for her condition until they could get her to be properly treated. (Y/n) proceeded to do the breathing methods along with telling herself a story to distract herself from what was going on around her. Bumblebee stood on the side for support, watching her chest rise and fall at a good pace as well as making sure her balance was okay. It wasn't long before all the government men were seated that her breathing and body gained some strength back. 

“All right, tough guy,” Mikaela waltzed over to Simmons, “Take it off.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Your clothes, all of it, off.” The brunette demanded once more. 

Simmons was beyond pissed, “For what?!” 

She took a deep breath before responding, gathering all the patience she needed from tonight, “For threatening my dad,” She then proceeded to point to (Y/n)-the girl walking back over to the scene, “And for disrespecting (Y/n).” 

The man took a long look between the three teens, his eyes unforgiving. It wasn't long before he started to do as he was told, “Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life.” Mikaela simply nodded, already ready for the consequences that would unfold from this. “You're a criminal. Let's face facts. It's in her gene pool-”

“You got a lot of mouth from someone with hideous underwear like that,” (Y/n)s face scrunched up in distaste. 

“Now get behind the pole.” Mikaela ordered next. 

“This is such a felony what you're doing,” The other man said, his stance prideful. 

‘This bitch.’

(Y/n) looked him dead in the eye, the brown iris screaming in anger, “You guys commit felonies everyday but get off scot free because of your privilege. Don't talk to us about felonies. You lost that right forty minutes ago.”  

Simmons turned to her and Sam, “I will hunt you down, okay? He'll hunt you down.” Sam simply replied with a nod. His threats aren't working, “Without any remorse! No remorse.” 

 (Y/n) froze as she heard it, the distant sounds of helicopters flying overhead and cars revving in the distance, “Uhh-guy’s! It's time to go!” 

Ironhide heard it as well, “Optimus! Incoming!”, he slammed his servo on the ground causing a rippled effect of electricity to slow them down. 

The autobots started to transform, leaving the three teens to look at the vehicles in pursuit anxiously. (Y/n) held the necklace on her chest, her heart hammering as her body still felt weak. If she needed to make a run for it she wouldn't get that far, she knew that for a fact-but if they-.

“Roll out,” Optimus orders the autobots, the screeching of tires filling their ears as they make their escape leaving them with the Prime. The leader lowered his hand, making (Y/n)s nerves go on edge, “Up you get.” In her mind it wouldn't make more sense for him to transform and the three of them claymore in, it would save the big rig a lot of time and be more discreet around the humans. 

Not gonna argue right now. 

Each of them climbed onto the Primes hand, before he lifted them up to his shoulders making haste on foot. OPtimus begins to run around the bridge, the helicopter's lights landing on them as the three teens try to hang on tight to whatere piece of metal on his shoulders that they could find.  It wasn't long before he headed through the street, cars honking and skidding to a stop in order to not be crushed underneath. 

“Oh my god,” (Y/n) gasped, she tried closing her eyes but she could hear it all. From the cruising of gravel to the endless screeching of tires and helicopter blades. 

Optimus finally was able to lose them, hiding underneath the bridge high enough from the helicopters and cars so they wouldn't detect them. There was on problem. Gravity. 

“Easy you three,” The prime tried to comfort, he could hear their panicked breaths in his audio receptors, concentrating especially  on (Y/n) considering her current condition. Optimus shifted slightly trying to get a better grip, accidently knocking the three-of-them hanging off a piece of his shoulder like a loose thread. 

“Oh my god! Sam no!” (Y/n) was hanging onto Mikealas hips, tears streaming down her face as a helicopter passed too close underneath her. 

“No! NO! No, Sam!” Mikeala tried to grab the boy's other arm making sure the girl holding her wouldn't fall, “Sam don’t drop us!” 

“Oh God!” 

“Sam, don’t! Sam, dont!” She tried to get a better grip, her fear pumping into her stomach as she thought about the girl at her hip, “ I’m slipping! I’m slipping!” 

“Mikeala don't you dare! Please don't let go!”

It was too late Sam lost his grip, causing the rest of them to scream the ground coming fast, “Hold on!” Optimus tried to catch them with his feet but was unsuccessful with them, being unable to grip in time. 

With some hope for a miracle (Y/n) screamed “Bumblebee!” 

A flash a black and yellow reached her peripherals before she felt herself being jostled a little. Her and Sam both held on to one another as they felt Bumblebee hit the ground coming to a skidding stop. 

It wasn't long before they heard the copters  again and the revving of engines, (Y/n) looked up at Bumblebee, her thoughts racing wild as she feared for his safety. “Bee you have to go now!”

“Stop! Stop!” Sam’s pleas were going unheard as they continued to fly overhead. The first cannon was shot and locked on, pulling the scout in another direction, “Wait! NO!” 

“Take the shot! Get him! Take the shot!” 

“Stop! No! Don't hurt him!,” (Y/n) raced forward but was pulled back by Mikaela, her grip strong, “Let me go! Bumblebee!” The second one was released-his other arm, the the third-one of his legs. She could hear it-the painful whirrs he was letting out from the assault-the worst part is this. He wasn't fighting back. He wasn't a threat to them. 

The final shot flipped him completely off his feet leaving the girl in shock, her resolve crumbling, “Bee, you have to fight back! You hear me! Fight back!” (Y/n)s screams were useless underneath how loud the blades were, each second that went by hearing her protector in pain caused her great turmoil.  

The cars arrived, blocking the exits from the scene before them. Sam pulled the two girls behind him, making sure to have a firm grip on his best friend so she wouldn't run to the scout, “No! Stop!” 

Guns. It was the guns that made everything humbling, so frightening. That's all she could see around her from each man in black-badges on full display. “Get down on the ground! Get down! Get down!” The three teens' hands went up, slowly getting down on their knees in defeat. It wasn't enough for them as they were shoved down to the pavement, groans of discomfort leaving their lips, (Y/n) didnt care-she was too focused on the black and yellow mech groaning in pain- not making any effort to escape. 

“Look! Please! He's not fighting back!” The afro haired cried, “You're hurting him!” 

Her screams were ignored once more, only to be covered up with another chilling command, “Freeze it! Freeze it! Freeze it!” 

They were pulled up, giving them a full view of the white smoke being blasted at him, Sam's screams filling the air, “Stop hurting him!”. Bumblebee fell to the ground, pained groans and whirrs filling the air as the girl's heart ripped in two. For a brief moment she didn't see the mech on the ground she could see another scene, a small framed femme trying to crawl away, two bodies laying waste in her arms as the men surrounded her. The surroundings were different. Instead of a bridge it was street lights and open roads-stores. 

They had done this before. They had done this the night of her parents' deaths. And it definitely won't happen again tonight!

(Y/n) kicked the officer from behind, quickly making her way over to the black and yellow mech before them. It was blind rage, she could feel it, from the way she grabbed the house aiming it to the other men, one going down after she proceeded to kick him repeatedly. An officer tried to grab her, only for her to grab his baton and whack him with it, a resounding crack following. The best thing is she wasn't alone fighting for this mech's life-Sam and joined in hosing down another group of men as well, before being taken down by two other men. 

She got through, getting in the scouts face-his optics focused on her, “Bee get up! You got to get-” Her sentence was cut short as he was grabbed from behind her mouth covered, before being pushed to the ground to be handcuffed. She fought back her fight not leaving her much to the officers dismay. 

It was a domino effect, once she was pushed to the ground, they heard it. The angry whirrs from the scout was unmatched as he started to pull the helicopters down with him. (Y/n) looked over eyes catching optics as it seemed like he was trying to get to her, one copter was successfully pulled down it crashing on pace. It didn't explode, which was a good thing but it only got worse for the bot as another  copter hooked him again pulling back down with more force this time. 

No…

The girl let out a sob in defeat, her efforts were in vain for her protector couldn't be saved with her own hands. Sam was stopped in front of Simmons-the agent had a satisfied smile on his face, “Happy to see me again?” 

“I'd rather jump from that bridge,” (Y/n) scowled. 

Simmions simply cocked his head at her, “Put them in the car with their little criminal friend.” The two were ushered into the car, (Y/n) in the middle with Sam and Mikaela on either side of her. The afro hairs slammed her head back in frustration at the agent's next words, “I want that thing frozen and ready for transport.” 

(Y/n) sobbed, “They're gonna do Bee just like they did Estel,” She turned to Sam, her expressions telling it all, “They're gonna freeze him and experiment on him.” 

The witwicky shook his head, “We're not letting that happen, I promise,” He looked her in the eyes-they didn't waver this time causing her heart to swell, “And this time-i'm not breaking it.” 

The cars pulled away the helicopters following in tow giving the green light for the autobots to emerge from hiding. Jazz was the first one to transform, scoping the area, “Hang back let me check it out,” He climbed down to underneath the bridge where Optimus was hiding. “Optimus, are we just gonna stand here and do nothing?” 

“There's no way to free Bumblebee without harming the humans,” Was the Primes reply. 

“But it's not right. He-” 

“Let them leave.” The leader finalized, his tone filled with sorrow. He looked down before picking up the glasses they sacrificed so much to obtain, only to realize the book was still with the girl. 

Their storyteller in the hands of the humans with the book was risking, but they trust her with their lives. With the way she fought hard to protect Bumblebee in her weak state-they'd be fools not to. 

~ ✯ ~

(Y/n) sat across the other man and women on the helicopter nervously. She had never flown from so high before and she didn't think today was going to be the day she got to experience it. The night had quickly turned into day signifying she needed a long day of sleep in the comfort of her room snuggled up into one of her bears. Mikaela and Sam sat on either side of her once more, not giving her the glory of seeing the view down below, she guessed she shouldn't be complaining so much. She didn't know if she had a fear of heights, and today she didn't want to find out. 

“So,” Sam started the conversation. 

The blonde woman nodded in understanding, “What do they get you for?” 

“Uh,” He turned to (Y/n) an awkward smile on his face, “I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot, and uh she-” 

“My family has been associated with them for god knows how long,” His best friend finished for him. 

‘Wow’ the man mouthed. 

“Who knew?” He smiled, (Y/n) as well finally finding a tad bit of humor in their situation. 

It wasn't long before they reached their location, the dam came into view with tourists becoming more apparent. With getting out of the vehicle the group of teens got a good view of their location, it was beautiful, if that's what anyone wanted to hear. 

“This is not my idea of a vacation?” (Y/n) muttered, “I would rather to go to disney world than here,”  

Sam laughed, “Shes finally back,” 

“Meh,” The girl shrugged, “Just trying to make the best out of a shitty situation.” 

The three of them followed the men, soon being met with the sight of Simmons, erasing the easy expression on the girl's face. She could still hear her protector's groans of pain in her head, ikt was even worse with the image of him reaching out to her, pulling down a helicopter in the process. 

“Hey kids,” He looked between the two best friends, “I think we got off to a bad start huh?” 

“A bad start would be an understatement,” The afro haired huffed. 

He shrugged, playing nice, “You guys must be hungry,” he placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder, the boy growing annoyed, “You want a latte? HoHo? Double venti macchiato-?” 

“Where's my car?” Sam questioned, “No better yet wheres my friend-” 

Another man stepped forward, “Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully. People can die here.” He turned to (Y/n), “We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now.” 

“No-” 

“Okay,” 

“Sam!” (Y/n) hissed, “What are you-?” 

“But, first I'll take my car, my parents. Maybe you should write that down,” The boy replied, “Oh, and her juvie record. That's got to be gone. Like, forever.” 

He turned to his best friend, “Anything you want to add (Y/n)? Since you know you're the one with all the history that these guys need to know,” the boy turned back to the other man with a smile on his face, “This girl beside me was raised on this stuff, She’s a (L/n)-learn to remember.” 

The man froze for a minute, turning back to the girl, “(L/n)? Daughter of (D/n) (L/n)?” (Y/n) nodded, biting her lower lip from the man's intense stare. The man pointed to her looking at Simmons, “Get that girl whatever she wants immediately, her uncle is practically a veteran here and her family are legends.” 

“And you son, come with me. We'll talk about your car,” 

[wvbaandtheboys]

Hey I’m currently editing this post rn so reblog when I’m done editing but just know since it’s funny and fun I’m gonna make fnaf mechanics for the Wii boxers based offa my fnaf post for funsies so gimme like 5 minutes (btw it’s gonna be kinda unfair but that’s the point. You wouldn’t survive HAJSJSN)

Little Mac: Well, Mac’s a bit of a trickster and he loves making your night even harder. Whenever you catch the rascal moving about off his stage, make sure you monitor him. Cause this little sucker’s gonna try and shut off your power. And if he does that, I think you know what happens to you. If he’s in the generator room, make sure you flicker your flashlight on the camera to let him know he’s been caught! That’ll send him back to his place.

“Aww…! Alright… But you won’t find me next time… >:]”

Glass Joe: Oh mon dieu, the robot of this beloved, charismatic Frenchman is out for blood! But don’t worry. Joe is very easy to deal with… and don’t feel bad for doing this to him, he’ll kill you if you hesitate. If Joe pops into your office for a quick visit through your left door, slam the door to strike him! Don’t take too long! He’s eager and ready to pounce!

“AH! MY CHIN-!”

Von Kaiser: Hoo boy. Kaiser’s usually calm as can be and has no interest of coming to harass you… that is, if you keep his stage mechanics wound up to keep him occupied. Don’t do it? Kiss your ass goodbye cause he’s gonna rush into your office and give you the beating of a lifetime… well, the beating that will end your life. So just keep him calm and all will be good, yeah? Yeah. The only hope you have to stop him is to listen out for what door he’s rushing at and shutting it.

“Teste meine Geduld nicht...”

(“Do not test my patience…”)

Disco Kid: Ah, he’s real silly. The robotic version of our disco loving friend is still as much of a music lover as the real one! And you’d better know your stuff when it comes to keeping the rhythm. Disco will enter your office and play a series of notes from his speaker with a series of poses. You have a panel with four different notes that have icons of the poses. Replay the same rhythm and Disco will happily leave you to your work. Keep him waiting or press the wrong button? It’s game over for you.

“Can ya feel the rhythm, Peter? C’mon and dance with me!”

King Hippo: This guy’s hungry! And well, Hippo’s not exactly opposed to taking a bite out of you… he’s pretty hungry. But he’ll relent as long as you keep him fed… but apparently, everyone’s out to make everyone riled up. Check his stage from time to time and make sure none of the boxers are trying to steal anything from him! If you see anyone trying to bother him, play an audio bit by pushing the button on his camera to scare them off. If he doesn’t have any food of his own? Well well… guess you’re on the menu… :p (let my man eat in peace)

“Hippo hungry… Keep your hands off Hippo’s food! >:[“

Piston Hondo: Now he may be as respectful as the actual Hondo during the day… but no one said he had to be after hours. (He’s a bastard.) So, here’s the deal. You have to be listening to keep Piston from coming over there and Hondo Rushing you until your intestines become outtestines. He’ll come through the vent above you. To stop him, you just gotta look up and focus the light on his face. If he’s lost the element of surprise, he’ll leave you alone. Keep an ear out though. He doesn’t make much noise.

“Kuso…!”

(“Dammit…!”)

Bear Hugger: Nope. Absolutely not. You are DEFENSELESS against this bear. The light and doors won’t save you. The only choice you have is to hide underneath your desk and wait for him to leave, he’ll walk past. But he’s not dumb, so you’ll have to time it. If you hide when he’s already seen you, well… you know.

“…Eh? Where’d ya go?…”

Great Tiger: Who knew robots could use magic? No, but seriously, don’t mess around with him. Tiger will make his presence known by his gem glowing in the vent on the opposite of you. When he gives you that signal, you’ve got less than a minute to find all 3 of his clones either on your cameras or around your office. Once ya do, he’ll leave you be. Run out of time? Say goodbye.

“Find them… and I’ll let you live. Don’t… and you won’t see the sun rise.”

Don Flamenco: Oh sweet! Robo Don’s out to kill you! Don’t sweat it, this guy’s easy. Don will show up at your right door. He even offers you a rose! Don’t take it though- shut the door in his face! >:] He’ll get the hint and buzz off.

“OYE! …Oww… Veo…”

(“OYE! Oww… I see…”)

Aran Ryan: Well you would think he’d be a hassle to deal with and he can be if your RNG is shit. But really, he’s pretty easy. If Aran pops up from any of your office entrances, make sure you don’t look at him. Depending on where he is, simply look straight or pull up your camera. He’ll get bored and leave.

“Ah… yer no fun…”

Soda Popinski: Russian powerhouse! He’s just an inconvenience though. If you hear Soda running up a hallway, leave the doors open and let him pass though. If you try and shut a door on him, he’ll break it. …And well, you know. That’s bad. He’s just making sure you’re okay.

“Aha! Here I come!”

Bald Bull: Angry. Wants blood. Your blood, specifically. Unlike the other bots, he won’t leave easily. Every once in a while, he’ll turn on and rush to your office. When you hear him, close and hold the door shut. He’ll bang on it a few times, but he’ll relent and leave if you keep it shut. Slamming the door on this bull will just make him even more angry.

“UNLOCK THE DOOR YOU COWARD!”

Super Macho Man: Ah. He’s just as much of a jerk as the actual Macho Man. Just that he’ll kill you if you inconvenience him. Yet another specialized panel will appear if Macho Man’s in your office. Just press it and it’ll snap a “photo” of him. Sometimes he’ll pose twice or even three times, so make sure ya pay attention. Don’t ignore him.

“Photo op!”

Mr. Sandman: Yeah, he’s scary, but he’s okay to deal with. Sandman’s asleep on his camera, and will progressively wake up with the commotion of the other robots. Make sure to keep an eye on him to send him back to sleep. If he wakes up, he’s gonna come straight for you. Don’t try and fight him. You won’t win… time to go to Dreamland.

“…Brush your teeth… it’s bedtime, Peter baby.”

[weenis-world]

Hank x Fem!Reader angst to fluff?

Plot: Hank's S/O is possesed by The Auditor. He manages to snap S/O but she's unconcious. After she recovers, they have a nice cuddling session.

Have a great day!

WOOOOOO FIRST REQUEST LETS GOOOO

Sorry Its A Little Late Lol School Ya know

It Was Just Like Any Other Misson, Well It Was Supposed To Be Atleast. Hank And His S/o Raiding a Seemingly Abandoned Building For Weapons And Other Resources. Doc Had Said The Tip They Had Got For It Was A Little Strange But Hank Thought It Was Nothing You Two Couldnt Handle. But He Was Wrong. The Both Of You Stood Surounded By Mags. You Both Were Injured, Unable To Fight Any Longer You Both Surrendered, And Thats When The Sea Of Mags Parted To Reveal The Firery Leader Of The AAHW. Hank Wrapped His Arms Around You, Trying To Do Anything To Keep The Light Of His Life Safe. ''Hello Hank And...Friends?" Hank Did Not Respond. The Auditor Took Notice Of How Hank Protectively Wrapped His Arms Around The Other Grunt And A New Plan Formed In His Mind. "Seems Youve Found Yourself A Lover, Dont Mind If I Do." He Rips The Grunt Out Of Hanks Arms While They Desprately Hung Onto Eachother. "Let Go Of Her!" Hank Yelled Up To The Auditor. "What are You Going To Do Hank, Fight Me?" He Let Out A Particularly Vicious Laugh And With His Army Of Mags Set Off To Complete The Auditor's New Plan. Back At The Base Hank, After Being Pached Up, Paced Around In Docs Makeshift Infirmary. Hank Lifted His Hands And Began To Sign. "We Need To Go Get Her." "Hank I Understand You Fear For S/o Saftey But We Do Not Have The Supplies To Do A Rescue Mission Right Now And Thats Final" "Fine, i'll Do It Myself." "Did You Not Hear What I Just Said? None Of Us Are-" The Door To The Infirmary Burst Open, The Culprits? Sanford And Deimos "Hey Guys, Your Gonna Wanna See This." The Four Men Rushed Out Of The Office To See S/o Sitting On The Lumpy Uncomfortable Couch Watching Whatever Trash Tv Was On. Hank Grabbed Her And Held Her Close. The Fear And Anger Brewing In His Depths Was Completly Replaced By Relief. But She Seemed Off. "Hank, Not right Now Please, I Have Something I Need To Tell Everyone" They All Surounded Her Expected To Hear How She Managed To Escape. "Guys! I Found A Place Full Of Resources And Weapons!" "S/o Is That All?" "Yeah Your Not Gonna Tell Us How You Escaped?" She Went Stiff "Err Well, Thats Not Important Right Now. Lets Just Go Get The Truck And Go To The Place To Grab The Stuff, I'll Tell You Guys About It Later." They All Looked Confused, Why Was She So Adament About Going To That Weird Place? "Sure S/o Go Get The Truck" Sanford Threw Her The Keys. When She Left They All Turned To Talk. "Whats Going On?" "Yeah She Acting Weird, Usually She Would Be Joking Around And Braging About How She Managed To Escape" Hank Began To Sign But Was Cut Off By His S/o Barging In "You Guys Ready to Go?" "Im Going To Stay Here I Have Work I Need To-" "Nuhuh Doc Your Coming To We Need All Hands On Deck, Cmon" "Now Wait A Second We Need To Make Sure Its Safe." "I know Its Safe!" "Yeah Cmon You Just Got Home Dontcha Wanna Yaknow Relax." "No! We Are Not Relaxing We Are Going Now! All Of Us, Right Now!" They All Looked At Her Shocked At Her Strange Outburst. "S/o Your Starting To Concern Us, Were Not Going Until I Can Give You A Checkup." "You Know What, Fine. I Wanted to Do This The Easy Way But, SInce Im Already Here Ill Just Take You By Force." She Raised Her Arm And Her Possesion Became Obvious By The Way Her Eyes Glowed. A Black Flame Raised From Her Hand But Before ANything Could Happen Hank Took A Jar And Trapped It. The Moment He Closed The Lid His Lover Fell To The Ground, Unconsious. Everbody Stood In Shock Until Hank Put The Jar On The Counter And Grabbed His Lover, Taking Her Back Into Thier Shared Room And Placing Her Gently On The Bed. He Was Going To Go Back To Talk With The Others About What In The World Just Happened When He Looked Back Towards S/o. Her Soft Hair Splaying Out On The Pillow While She Snuggled Up Under The Covers. He Couldnt Help Himself, He Was Just So Worried About Her. Hopping Into Bed And Holding Her Close. He Could Feel Her Soft Warm Breath Against His Skin And He Decided That He Would Never Let The Events Of Today Happen Again, He Will Do Whatever It Takes To Make Sure That She Is Safe.

Ahh Im Not To Proud Of This But I Hit The Text Block :/ This Was A Fun Promt Though I Really Enjoyed This!

[quartzhearted]

When it was Diamant's birthday, he had practically run from what he believed was the apparition of his father: a spectre conjured from the depths of his mind, his longing for a familiar, nostalgic warmth. But his father's presence had been true—a real resurrection, through forces none of them still knew by this point.

It all felt like some sort of dream. And as the days passed, it was one Diamant hoped he would never have to wake up from.

Having entered his father's office, Diamant slips a small piece of parchment across the older man's desk. Pinned under a gloved finger, he simply says: "Here."

It was one of the DOUs Morion had given him on his birthday: Dad Owes U. Except, in this case...

"It's been a while, hasn't it? Since we've gone out for drinks." Since Father has dragged him out for them, rather, "I know the paper says the bar tab is on you, but ignore that. It's your birthday, and so everything will be on me tonight, Father."

His expression remains level, though his eyes gentle. Pleading for forgiveness, even. Perhaps grasping the moment and making up for lost time would be some small way to make up for how Diamant shunned him months before.

morion is in his office, admiring the carving he'd received earlier from that odd girl. weird as she was, she's an excellent gemcarver. he'll have to find her again and talk to her about her skills---the world could always use more artisans.

he hears a knock on his door---" come in! " he barks, still distracted---and nearly jumps out of his chair when the visitor reveals himself. " diamant! " morion exclaims, smile as bright as the gem he holds. " come to see papa on his birthday, have ya? "

morion expects nothing for his birthday, especially so from his sons. the fact that they are alive and healthy ( and happy, here's hopin'! ) is all the gift he'll ever need, so when diamant taps something down on his desk, it's a little bit of a surprise. " huh? what's t--- "

oh.

OHHHH.

OHHHOHOHOHO!!!!

those little birthday coupons, dragons, morion's nearly forgotten about those! after how diamant had reacted when receiving them, nobody'd blame him if he tossed them away. morion would only have been heartbroken at how hurt his poor boy was on his own birthday! the fact he's kept them, the fact he's redeeming one...

THE FACT HE'S INVITING HIM FOR DRINKS!!!

" WA-HEY! " morion hoots, immediately rising from his desk to lock his precious diamant in a headlock. NOOGIE INCOMING! " never thought i'd see the day the reluctant diamant invites his old man for drinks! here i was assumin' i'd be the guy draggin' you for the rest of time! " damn, he's so happy he could die. but he probably shouldn't do that.

between the fatherly hair-ruffles morion notices the look diamant gives him. it's not something he's seen on diamant much---desperate apology, begging for some sort of repentance. what's this about? morion wonders. what've i got to forgive him for?

of course he remembers that fateful birthday; morion will never forget how broken his baby boy had looked. but today, the diamond seems to have repaired itself and shines so brilliantly! there is nothing that could make a father happier. that's all that matters!

" quit lookin' at me like that, boy, " morion grumbles, forcefully pressing a kiss on diamant's forehead. " you've got no reason to be all pathetic-like. now c'mon---your old man's thirsty! i hope you're ready to crawl home, 'cuz this'll be a night we're both gonna enjoy!! GA HA HA!! "

[yoditopascal]

Where The Sky And Ocean Meet Part 2

CHAPTER 2 Chapter 1//Chapter 3

That was almost a year ago and to this day she couldn't get the thought of those deep brown eyes out of her head. She was practically obsessed with finding him, so much so she was kicked from the foreign exchange program and almost removed from her studies altogether, but that never stopped her from looking for him. In fact, she often sought out her best friend from Chicago to help her which was how she found herself hurrying to Riri's room to share the latest news she had found on the man.

Rushing to get in Kailani hits the door as she forgot to check to see if it was locked. With a sigh, she rummages around in her jacket pockets before pulling out a key and finally entering the room before she’s pushed in from behind. Pulling out her pepper spray ready to mace the person who had bum-rushed her into Riri’s room she turned to find her face to face with the Princess of Wakanda herself. 

“You’re the prin-” Kailani starts but was shushed as the princess closed the door behind her. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked peeking out the dorm window before closing the blinds as if the people on the terrace below them could see up into the room

“I’m here about the vibranium detector,” Shuri started closing the distance between the two. 

“You're in grave danger.”

“What?”

“We dont have time to-”

“Is this about the kid in Belize cuz I already told the GE office everything!”

“Riri listen-”

“Hold up, I'm not Riri.”

Just then, the dorm door opened again, but this time, the girl Kailani was looking for walked in. “Kai I told you to stop just dropping in outta- the girl started her back to the women in the room just as she turned to face them her keys hit the floor as she started at them awestruck “Oh shit its the Princess.”

“Right?!” 

“Am I being recruited?” Riri asks excitedly as she comes further into the room, coming to stand by her friend on the opposite side of Shuri. 

“No” Shuri answered as she shook her head and looked on incredulously, Riri shrank back a little with a sad frown.

“Wait a minute what were you saying about danger? Is Riri in trouble?!” Kai began to panic.

“Bro what the fuck did you do?!”

“I didn't do shit!” Riri shouted back, starting to become equally as panicked as her friend.

“Ladies we don’t have time for this!” Shuri shouted causing the two to stop their arguing 

“Sorry, your highness.” Kai apologized as she looked down at the floor feeling like a child that had just been scolded

“Please just call me Shuri.”

“Can you please just tell us what’s going on?” Riri asked as she closed the distance between herself and the Princess.

“Like I was telling your friend here, I'm here about the vibranium detector you built for the CIA”

“Nah I ain't build no detector for the CIA, I made that for my metallurgy class.”

“A school project?”

“Yeah,” she started, “My professor said I’d never be able to do it. To be young gifted and black though right?” She smiled at the princess who chuckled back, Shuri liked her.

“I’m sorry can we get back to the dangerous part of this, please? Who’d Riri piss off?” Kailani asked snapping the two back to the situation at hand.

“Wait, was it Wakanda? D-did I piss off Wakanda?” Riri stuttered nervously, she wanted more than anything to impress the princess and hope she wasn’t there because she had fucked up somehow.

“Not just us, this place is no longer safe for you Riri, gather your things and come with me”

“I-I got Differential Equations class in like 15 minutes”

“Riri really?! There’s someone after you! We gotta go like now!” Kai warns unable to believe her friend’s excuse as to why she couldn’t leave.

“We?”

“Yes, we! The fuck you think I’m gonna let you go by yourself with somebody we don’t know, no offense Princess,”

”None taken” Shuri waved her hand dismissively 

“I told you we ride or die together. I’m not letting you go on the run by yourself!”

“Okay, Okay J-just uh gimme a minute you guys wait here,” Riri says as she goes to pack a bag just as she leaves for the next room a tall lithe figure stalks into the room startling both Riri and Kai in the process. “I had it under control Okoye” Shuri sighs

“I said five minutes. I gave you six.”

“Get out of my dorm!” Riri shouts as she picks up a speaker and holds it over her head ready to throw it at the mysterious woman at any moment. 

“Oooh see how they teach the American children to treat their guests?” She tsked as she continued to approach Riri. Just then Riri hurls the speaker aiming to hit the woman in the face, but just before impact a spear martialized in her hand cutting the speaker in half before returning to its smaller pocket size.

“You bought a spear in here?!”

“Oh shit, she’s got a spear!”

“Listen,” the woman began, “Small small girl. You have two options for how you will come to Wakanda. Conscious, or unconscious.”

“Whoooa hold up that's not really neces-”

“You need to be conscious of how you look, walking around with all of that ash on your head!”

“Oh my god Riri”

“See! I Told you!”

“You look fine Okoye!”

“You know what? We’ll head out. And you can deal with the merman with winged ankles who wants to kill you by yourself. I’m sure your math class will be real helpful with that.” Shuri and Okoye turn to head out before they're stopped by Kailani grabbing onto Shuri’s hand softly. “Wait, please” she pleaded holding up her hands between the three women as if to calm everyone down. In truth, the mentions of a merman had frazzled her down to her bones as if she had some sort of idea of who it could be but she swallowed her nerves and continued on for Riri’s sake. “Please, don't leave her.”

“Then come with us.”

After much convincing, mainly on Kai’s part, they finally got Riri to agree to go with the princess and her general, the three wait till dark approaches before they set off toward Riri’s secret off-campus lab to check out the equipment she used to create the detector.

After arriving the group watches Riri enter an impossibly long code before they’re able to enter the space, once inside it looks like just an average run-of-the-mill truck garage with a few modern tech-looking upgrades here and there.

“What exactly is this place?” the general who the girls had learned was Okoye asked as she looked on in disgust, clearly she was not impressed by what she saw, next to her Kailani could not contain her awe as she looked around. Behind them both Shuri flicks through some blueprints of Riri’s latest experiments.

“I fix up a few trucks for sanitation here, so they let me use this place.”

“This is impressive” Shuri smiles over her shoulder at Riri causing the girl to shyly look away only peeking at the princess from under her lashes as she blushed at the compliment. 

“T-thanks.”

“I just have to grab my laptop then we can go,” Riri said moving papers around on her desk until she uncovered a laptop and stuffed it into her bag. “You just leave it lying around here?” Kai asks visibly cocking her head to the side in confusion, anyone could break in her and take it. “I got 2065 byte encryption on this thing! Once I got locked out it took me a whole semester the break back in.” Riri boasts proudly as if Kailani knew what that meant.

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed.”

“Great, now let's get out of here.” Okoye rushed not wanting to spend any more time than they needed too. Just as the group was getting ready to leave an AI voice interrupted them.

“Princess, American law enforcement has arrived at your location.”

“Shit” Shuri swore as she began to mess with her kimoyo beads on her wrist

“Who was that?” Riri asked looking around as if the owner of the voice would materialize in thin air.

“My AI GRIOT.” Shuri answered pulling off a bead and sending it flying out the window closest to her, it morphs into a fly and started to survey the area before attaching itself to one of the cars outside.

“They are surrounding us” Okoye announces grimly as she shows their movements on a projection from her own kimoyo beads

Peaking out of an opened window Riri cursed under her breath at the black cars surrounding the building. “I thought you said a merman was after me. That's the feds!” She quickly sweeps papers off of her desk and into an empty oil drum.

“I don’t believe this shit right now!”

Kai is oddly silent as she is trying to process what exactly is going on. Why were the feds here? Were they after Riri too or the princess? Should they turn themselves in? If the feds were here, who else was here? This was all too much at once and her mind was racing. A hand resting on her shoulder broke Kai out of her trance. Shuri stared at her worriedly before turning her attention back to Riri who was storming around tearing down papers and blueprints before tossing them into the oil drum and setting them on fire.

“I think I might take my chances with the merman because he never brought the FBI to my garage!”

“Namor sank an entire ship of CIA operatives because of your little machine so those popo out there are the very least of your worries.” Okoye scoffed ready to leave the young girl to fend for herself at this point.

 “Listen we need to work together to get out of here.” Shuri tried to defuse the situation as the FBI warned them to come out with their hands up outside. 

“No I need yall to get Kai out of here, she ain’t got shit to do with this!”

“Bullshit! I’m not leaving you Riri!”  The girl screamed back, she must have been outta her mind to think she’d abandoned her, especially now. 

“You really think the feds won’t come for her if they can’t find you Riri? She’s in this now. We all are” Shuri spoke with authority in her voice telling the girls she meant exactly what she said. 

“General, should we split up?” Shuri asked as she began to calculate the group’s best move to ensure everyone’s safety. 

“Out of the question. Does this vehicle work?” Okoye asked as she walked around a tarp-covered car inspecting it. 

“…no” Riri answered hesitantly but everyone could tell she was lying. 

“Everything in this lab works, including this bike” Shuri hinted at subtlety but Okoye already knew what she was thinking and shut her down as she pulled the tarp off of the car pushing Kailani into the back seat as she goes into the front.

“Don’t even think about it, besides there are four of us the car will do just fine.” 

“Three of y’all I’m taking this” Riri said as she began to lower some kind of metal suit from the ceiling just as the power had been cut enveloping the four in total darkness. Peep the subtle Shuri/Riri moments &lt;;3 @namorslit @mariaxxxxx @h34rtsformilli @lavnderluv