#the ons server keeps yelling at me to come back how do i tell them i abandoned them for a white bread war criminal

[sagucpuppet]

painter x reader where they have both known eachother for a long time, reader goes to visit him (but having to obviously go through every door there lmao) and they hang out but for no reason, mid-conversation they lean over and kiss painters screen and continue talking like nothing happened and he's just overheating XD

(i love your painter work to death, please continue writing for him or it'll be my funeral tomorrow, please please please, keep writing it's amazing n beautiful PLEASE)

𓋜⠀⠀⠀i’d always knew i’d find you. <3⠀⠀⠀⠀⨟⠀⠀

ℓ⠀⠀⠀⠀₊⠀⠀⠀⠀extra: painter goes by he/him and reader goes by they/them.⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⟢⠀⠀⠀⠀a/n : CAN SOMEONE CHECK ON ANON FOR ME….YOU OKAY BRO.⠀⠀⠀⠀!

𓋜 ; you stumbled room from room, trying to make it to your friend painter. you were honestly SO. tired from hiding from the monsters you hoped to god that you were about to finally make it to heavy containment where painter was, speaking of him! you and painter has been buddies for awhile now! you always stop by to greet him and have a little chat and catch up on how he’s doing. you’re always worried for the guy whenever new expendables come in his room, he’s particularly violent to them most of the time, yelling at them to stay out of his room, you wished he wasn’t THAT…harsh on them though! but he’s particularly nice to you always, and on your runs the turrets never get in your way, not even good people! in honesty you were glad you didn’t have to deal with them..good people can be annoying sometimes..but you immediately snapped out of your thoughts when you realize you almost walked head first into the heavy containment door…wow..you should really pay attention..

𓋜 ; snapping out of your thoughts about hating good people, you searched for the purple keycard which was on a desk right next to you, cheerfully swiping it off the desk you put the card into the keycard reader which opened both to a heavy metal door, the number read “60” , you could’ve swore that last time you checked you were on door 40…well whatever! you quickly threw the purple keycard somewhere in the room having no need for it anymore. you quickly searched each room, but having no luck finding your buddy. you sighed sadly and went on to the next..and the next…ANDDD the next one…ANDDDD…the next one….pinching your nonexistent nose in annoyance since you still have your diving helmet on, you quickly realized and rolled your eyes, but blinked once you saw those server rooms you remembered you went through each run! you cracked a smile before walking over.

𓋜 ; the metal door quickly opened before you, letting you see the contents of the room, and spotting your buddy painter! painter then snap up as soon as he heard the door open, getting ready to say a sassy remark to the next expendable, before he realized it was you! painter’s screen switched to an annoyed face to a happy one! he quickly said “ooohhh!! reader your back again!” painter said cheerfully, you smiled before taking off your diving helmet and setting it down on a nearby desk, you said “hey painter! how have you been doing?” you said gleefully before strolling over to him, painter happily responded talking about his day, you listening carefully and nodding, times like these are the best thing ever, just enjoying each other’s company and talking about anything and everything.

𓋜 ; you asked about his paintings, and he gleefully starting telling you on every piece he was working on, sometimes stumbling over his words for a moment trying to tell you every detail! you don’t mind him rambling at all! it’s almost endearing in a way…you thought of something for a moment, smiling mischievously, “oh and! about that one art piece i was making for— “ you leaned down and kissed his screen, painter stopped talking and it was almost like his screen was lagging, but you started gushing over happily about his paintings and skills, painter looked at you like he was the happiest computer in the world, he could feel his systems overheating quite a lot…by the minute..he only said “whaa…—“ before shutting off, you quickly realized and you spoke “uhh..painter..?” , “PAINTER!” you yelled before running over to him.

A/N : can’t let a fellow painter fan die🔥🔥🔥

[silvergyus]

thinking about line cook yeonjun...

sfw. tw: cigarettes

he started after you. a new cook to fill in on the line and help with to-go orders. it was a relief honestly and had been a while since there was anyone new on staff

you notice him immediately. he's tall and good looking and doesn't yell like some of the other cooks

you shoot each other flirty looks for a few weeks whenever you're in the kitchen picking up your tables' orders

you get a moment away from the bustle of the restaurant, ducking out into the alley to calm yourself in the cool night air. yeonjun is out on his smoke break

he looks so cool, his bangs falling out of his backwards hat, his lanky form leaning against the wall, the cigarette between his lips burning orange in the blue night

you talk to him, finally, actually talk to him. it's short, but it's enough

he draws you in, as cliche as line cooks and waitresses are, but you can't resist him

he puts his number in your phone before flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the dirty concrete, grinding it out with the heel of his beat up sneaker. he smells like smoke when he leans in to whisper in your ear, telling you to text him when you're off

he goes back inside, leaving you stunned, ears burning and butterflies fluttering in your stomach

the other waitstaff immediately notice the shift in your behavior. they joke that you must have a crush on the new guy, that it's finally happening, your waitress rite of passage- crushing on a line cook

you deny it- nothing happened between you two!- but they don't believe you

it doesn't help the way that yeonjun winks at you when you go back to run orders

the way he saves you food and whips up "something special" for you from time to time

the special treatment he seems to give you and no one else

weeks go by and you text him only from time to time, the conversation barely leaving the topic of work

but he's sweet, flirting and chatting with you when it's slow

he comforts you when you spill sauce on yourself, a huge mess down your front and all over your shoes. he goes so far as to come to the front and tell your manager that you need to go home when he refuses to cut you

it's the first time you see yeonjun actually mad

but his voice is still soft when he takes you under his arm back to the tiny server station so you can grab your bag

he has that same gentleness when you can't stop the tears that form after hours serving a picky table, doing your best, your brightest smile plastered on in the middle of a dinner rush. the table hogged all your attention and kept you from being assigned others, only for them to leave no tip

yeonjun smells like kitchen grease and lingering cigarette as he pulls you aside, rubbing circles on your back as you try to calm down, letting the frustration rush out and away in his arms

you stay late that night rolling silverware in a back booth. he walks you to your car

he looks at you sincerely, tilting his head to look through his lashes

"I meant it when I said to text me. we can talk about more than just work, you know"

your body immediately heats up and you thank years of serving experience for letting you keep your cool

the other servers have a sixth sense, you swear, the way they all know about your date with yeonjun before you even say anything

the two of you are the talk of the team, everyone wanting to know what his place is like, how good of a kisser he is

"you did kiss him, right? if I were-"

"okay that's enough" you cut off your coworker before she can speculate too far

you like to keep what you and yeonjun do outside of work between just the two of you

even though he still gives you special treatment when you are on the clock

tagging: @doumachi (ty for screaming about him with me), @miupow , @dearlyjun , @https-yeonjun , @theresawtf

[blueberryismilk18]

Heyyy, I just found your writing and I love it so much 😭

I just wanted to ask for bistro huddy (idk if I spelled it right 😭) headcanons with a s/o that has anger issues. Like whenever they serve a rude costumer they can hardly contain themselves from smacking them with the turkey sandwich they ordered 😭😭. You could do whatever characters you like. You don’t have to take my request if you don’t want to btw. I don’t wanna force anything. Anyways, I hope you have a great day/night! Bye bye!!! ☺️

Heyy, I really enjoyed this one:3 sorry I’ve been gone for a while I had a very bad writing burn out. I’m gonna try and get as many done today as I can so expect more later! Hope you enjoy (none of my head canons are ever proof read so if there is a spelling mistake lmk)

Ruby, Terry, Joey, and Pickles with a S/O with anger issues

ℜ𝔲𝔟𝔶 (fem reader)

💋 She definitely has anger issues too but she can keep it under wraps.

💋 Will shit talk about the Customer(s) bothering you

💋She would probably go into the freezer with you to scream about the entire kitchen staff while you scream about the customers

💋 If you ever actually flip out at a customer she would lowkey be proud, or like in awe. I don’t think she’d encourage it but also she kinda would…

💋 “I didn’t think you had that in you, kind of stupid though. I mean It was kinda hot.”

💋 There’s a reason the chefs aren’t servers…

𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 (Masc reader)

👔 Lets you sit in his office(? Does he even have one… I’m assuming yall) to cool off and take a breather

👔 While your there he will tell you about how he understands it’s easy to get frustrated

👔 Trust me, this man understands. He goes through it almost every day.

👔 “I tell ya love, I know. I got Tim always calling my ass for things that, I tell ya, are just plain stupid!”

👔 Lets you talk about it and will probably crack a few jokes with you to help you feel better

👔 You flip out at a customer, you best believe this man it’s taking your side. What are they gonna do, tell the manager?!

ᴊᴏᴇʏ

🍨LOSES HIS TEMPER TOO! 

🍨 NOBODY is gonna treat his prince/princess like that?!

🍨 He flips out at the customer for you.

🍨 Another man who understands how idiotic people can be (despite being kinda dumb himself.)

🍨 “What the fuck are these people doing! If they gotta problem direct them to me sweetheart! Cause they could have a sandwich alright, a fucking knuckle sandwich!”

🍨 if you flip out, he would literally praise you for it, men’s glad you finally stuck up for yourself

𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜

🍭 I don’t think he really understands why your upset when you come to the back 

🍭 Once you explain he would get mad too! 

🍭 How could you let them talk to you like that?! 

🍭 “Let me at him!”

🍭 offers you candy to make you feel better, will give you a few hugs to help you cool off

🍭 Will take you outside to the back for a bit to breathe while he says some (stupid) sweet things to make you laugh

🍭 If it keeps happening with the same person maybe he’ll get riled up enough to confront them, probably will chicken out last second

🍭 If he finds out you flipped out, he hyped you up after, even after getting yelled at by Terry

🍭 “You did so amazing! That’ll teach them!”

[angeart]

hhau rescue rambles - part III

>> part I here // part II here // hhau masterpost here <<

3,3k words. cw for this one - violence, injuries, maybe mild gore?

-- The hunters come, drawn by the loud noises of panic Grian was making, unerringly making their way towards them. They yell and holler at each other and cheer, feeling triumph from cornering their prey. It’s going to be them who get the wanted poster reward money. Them who will get their hands on those rare, special, bright feathers. 

They do not hesitate to approach and attack.

Scar is tightly holding onto Grian, unwilling to let go. He’s going to protect him with everything he has, and if right now that’s just his body? If it means being a shield? He’ll do it.

He’s in his vex form, which allows the wounds to heal, but they still hurt. It still feels desperate. It still feels like there’s a limit, and the enemies are approaching, cautious around the clearly feral vex. 

Scar’s going to have to let go of Grian if they have any chance to fight them off here.

He pleads and begs, asking for Grian’s attention and trust, hoping for some coherency. Hoping, to all hells and back, that Grian can do this last thing. That he won’t run, that he won’t give up, that he won’t give himself over in some misguided attempt to protect Scar. (There’s no protecting Scar here. He’s on that wanted poster as well, after all. He’s already caught in this skirmish.)

There’s only one thing for them to do.

Fight.

So he looks at Grian, trying to anchor his panicked gaze, and begs him to fight with him. 

Please, fight with me. Please, Grian. It can be the last time.

And Grian nods. He rubs the tears out of his eyes. There’s nothing else to do here. He’s going to stand by Scar’s side and do his part in their survival, like always. Even if it might be the last time. (Grian definitely thinks the last time means something else here, but he’s willing to take as many hunters down with them as possible.) (He also thinks this just proves his point that he’s a beacon and he’ll draw danger to Scar, constantly, always, until they die.)

They slip into something learned, feral and fierce. A flash of steel and claws, blue magic and violet feathers. The panic and exhaustion take second place, pushed away entirely by a haze of a fight, blood gathering on their hands as they cover each other’s back.

It’s violent. It’s vicious.

This is how the hermit rescue party finds them. 

They’ve never seen Grian and Scar like this. They’ve never seen a scene quite like this one. But the fight is far from over, and more hunters are coming, and— The hermits don’t really get time to process what they’re seeing—what any of it means, a reflection of a year of horrors—they simply rush in to help.

Scar is relieved to see them. They can now see that Grian is alive! (And they can help keep it that way!) And Grian can see that there really is hope!

Except Grian isn’t really processing that this is their friends. His mind is completely haywire, adrenaline loud in his ears. This makes no sense to him, and he doesn’t have the space to stop and pause and take it in. It’s staticky and numb and far away, nonsensical to his frightened heart. The coherency evades him. 

There’s nothing here for Grian but blood and death and Scar Scar Scar Scar.

He barely dodges an arrow aimed at him and pounces at a hunter who was approaching Scar from the side. There’s no hesitation in his motions. No pause or remorse about fighting to death on a permadeath server. About killing, ruthlessly and brutally. It’s long since past the time when thoughts like that felt like they hold any weight.

The hermits quickly assess that this isn’t going to go well. The fight won’t easily be turned in their favour if they’re overwhelmed by numbers. They need to go. Now.

They don’t get to tell their plan to Scar and Grian. There’s no time. There’s no real way to explain anything in this chaos of a fight. They simply act.

It’s Cub who manages to get close enough to vex-mode Scar, snapping a bracelet on his wrist.

Scar barely registers that there’s something against his skin before he feels a sharp yank as he’s teleported away, without warning or consent. 

Disorientedly, he finds himself on a ship, the surroundings quiet where before everything was loud. Cub is there with him, and so is Doc and Ren and Impulse. Xisuma hurries into the room, eyes wide, asking if Scar’s okay.

Scar isn’t okay, because he is here and Grian isn’t.

Scar isn’t okay, because Grian was ready to give up and sacrifice himself before Scar found him, and now he's alone again.

Scar isn’t okay, because Grian is terrified and Scar isn’t there to help. He isn’t there to keep him grounded. He isn’t there to keep him alive through this. He—

 It doesn’t matter that Cub promises they’re coming. So very sure the others will join them very soon. Any second, really! Aaaaany second.

Scar’s going ballistic on the ship. Gone full vex brain, and they can’t snap him out of it. Doc tries to restrain him with his bionic arm, since it can resist Scar’s claws. (Scar does not like seeing a creeper right now, either. He’s not thinking straight.) Scar’s hair is still white, eyes shining blue, vex magic rampant in his veins as feral panic floods him, leaving him thrashing and yelling at them, demanding to see Grian. (They took him away, he can’t be taken away, no nononono—)

Cub keeps repeating they’re coming. They’re coming.

Scar keeps trying to fight back, get free, get them to listen to him. Insisting, urgent and panicky: Send me back send me back send me back.

A minute passes, then another.

The others aren’t showing up.

Scar’s agitation only grows. He told them. He told them that Grian needs him! They aren’t listening to him. Nobody is listening.

Impulse tells him to trust them.

Scar shouts back that he doesn’t trust anybody.

It’s bewildering and startling and wild. On top of that, Cub is freaking out, because Scar’s still in his vex form, and Cub knows all too well that it’s actively dangerous to Scar to keep holding onto that much vex magic at once for too long. That Scar needs to stop.

Scar won’t stop. Not until Grian is safe.

--

Grian isn’t safe.

The fight is messy and the hermits showed up in the middle of it and Grian isn’t processing any of it. He just knows someone’s trying to grab him, and then Scar is gone, and Grian’s left in an even worse state, everything a cacophony of danger and panic. 

Amidst the chaos of the fight, he does what he knows best: he avoids being touched. He avoids capture, which is what his brain perceives as the hermit rescue party trying to do. They need to get close to him, within touching distance, and put the bracelet on him, and— He isn’t letting them. He isn’t letting anyone near him. (Anyone but Scar.) (But Scar isn’t here anymore.)

Alarms blare through Grian’s head at the loss of Scar—his only source of safety irreparably gone in a way he can’t comprehend—hurtling him deeper into confusion and despair. Everything’s a blur of blood and adrenaline, and he’s terrified.

But Scar asked him to fight, one last time. So Grian does.

--

Scar, too, fights. 

He fights to get free, to get sent back to Grian, somehow, he doesn’t care how just send him back. He’s distressed in a way they’ve never seen, and the more time passes without the rest of the rescue party coming back, the more grim it all becomes. 

Doc is still on Scar-restraining duty. Impulse and Ren are trying to help but are lowkey pressing themselves against the walls, trying to avoid the lash out. Cub’s still trying to get to Scar, urging him to calm down before the vex magic burns him out completely (and literally). Xisuma is anxiously counting every second that the rest of the rescue crew isn’t coming, trying to process the severity of the implications without having all the informations to do so. 

And then, finally, Pearl comes through.

Only Pearl. 

She’s dazed. She’s bleeding.

Scar doesn’t care. He tries to tackle her and demand answers, Doc’s hold slipping, managing to reel him back just in time. 

Everyone’s now on high alert. They don’t know what’s going on down there and they also need to take care of Pearl’s injuries. 

Turns out, Gem triggered Pearl’s teleport to get her out of there when she got severely injured. It’s now only Grian and Gem against a whole bunch of hunters in a world that doesn’t play nice. 

Scar swivels, yanking himself free of Doc’s hold. He grabs Xisuma. “Send me back.”

Pearl’s pleading the same now. She was so close to Grian! She doesn’t know what’s going to happen now that she isn’t there. Now that she doesn’t have a chance to reach him anymore. There was so much blood everywhere. Her injuries throb in a way she’s never felt, dread thick on her tongue like blood. 

She can’t bear the possibility of this going wrong. 

Nobody can.

Impulse snaps to action (as the Unhurt Sane Person™). “Alright, that’s it. I’m going in.”

X, worried for Gem and Grian, lets him.

Which makes Scar more feral, because he also wants to go, and now he knows Xisuma is capable of sending him back. He starts straight up threatening them all, tries to snatch at the controls himself, tries to grab Xisuma by the throat, all the bad things. He yells at them that Grian’s going to die. Can’t they understand??? His words are jumbled and desperate and hard to comprehend, but he needs them to understand. He needs to go back.

His claws are still smeared by blood of the hunters. He’s still in vex form, hair white and eyes blue, fangs sharp. Breath hitching, tears dripping down his chin, heart beating wildly in his chest. He needs to go they need to let him they have to. Grian’s going to die.

Cub decides he has to make compromises. He says they have to send Scar back in. (Scar isn’t going to let go of his vex form here like this.) He makes the call to trust Scar despite all the damage he’s causing here. He approaches him, even though Scar is scary and has been lashing out, grabs his hand and presses a bracelet into it.

He tells Scar, “Save him.”

--

The second Scar spawns back down, he is welcomed by Grian’s visceral scream of pain.

His first instant thought is a harrowing not again, vividly remembering how he found Grian that very first time in this world. How close to death that ended up. How awful it was. 

He wanted to never hear that kind of sound again. And yet he keeps hearing them. Screams of pain he’ll never be able to forget.

The scene that greets him is dismal. 

Grian’s on the ground, his wing tangled into a trap that keeps dragging and ripping at it. There’s a lot of hunters trying to approach the trap—they want to kill Grian so he’d stop thrashing and tearing his wing apart, because they don’t want their precious money-making wings destroyed. Gem and Impulse are slightly off to the side, getting overwhelmed as they’re desperately trying to keep the hunters on them and away from Grian.  

It’s a blur. Scar rushes through the hunters, drawing blood as he goes, mindless and with only a singular goal in mind: get to Grian. He doesn’t care if he’s getting stabbed or sliced in the process. (It’ll heal. It’ll heal. Grian might not.) A growl rips from him, low and deep and feral. A handful of hunters startles away from Grian, stumbling out of the mad vex’s path, but it doesn’t save them from their fate.

Scar’s claws are drenched in scarlet, leaving behind an absolute carnage by the time he collapses to his knees by Grian’s side, unable to relax until he can gather Grian in his bloodied arms. 

Impulse and Gem keep fending off hunters, but they also watch this scene unfold in stolen, fragmented little moments, keeping an eye on the two of them. And it’s destabilising to witness, for very different reasons than everything else that’s happened so far.

Because it’s only when Scar has a hold on Grian does some of the white bleed out of his hair, his hands softening from claws into blunt nails and harmless fingertips. 

Because where there were only growls and snarls and seemingly no control, there’s suddenly gentleness and soft murmured words.

Because Scar kisses Grian’s hair as he soothes him, and Grian finally grows quieter and calmer, even though he’s still shivering and sobbing and clearly in immense pain.

Because Grian lets Scar put that bracelet on him so easily, so willingly, clutching onto him, Scar’s name on a desperate, hoarse, endless loop on Grian’s lips. 

It all suddenly makes a lot more sense. (They messed up taking Scar away.)

--

They all get teleported out of there, this time Grian included. 

It isn’t pretty. The trap that tears at his wing and leaves him hopelessly ground-bound is so firmly attached to him that it gets teleported with him, its sharp edges buried deep into the flesh of Grian’s wing.

He keeps freaking out whenever someone tries to approach, making it impossible for them to help.

It’d be best if Peal could come and take a look. She’s a moth hybrid, not an avian, but she still knows more about wings than any of them. (She should know a lot about Grian’s wings, their relationship once almost sibling-like, but she looks at the tangled, bloodied mess that Grian is, flinching away from her, and she is terrified, finding no traces of that bond in Grian’s frightened gaze.)

 Scar keeps holding onto Grian, blindly eager to keep everyone away as well, attuned to Grian’s panic. But his worry wins over, his adrenaline-muddied mind unable to figure out the trap without assistance.

So he eventually allows Pearl to approach.

Grian has different ideas. He’s having none of this. He doesn’t want anyone near his wings.

Determined and not seeing much of a choice here, Pearl crouches as close as Grian allows. Scar’s blocking Grian’s view, trying to redirect his attention and keep him calm through the waves of frantic, leftover but still very real panic. (He’s using his wings to block the view.) (Cub cringes at the state of them. They all do, actually, momentarily stunned but determining that this isn’t the time to ask.) 

Pearl is just close enough to inspect the tangle, and just far enough for it all to be out of reach.

It’s hard to see, through the blood and the feathers and various other bits that she really doesn’t want to think too much about.

Trying to take control over her trembling voice, she does her best to navigate Scar through it. It would’ve been so much simpler if she could do it herself—it’d probably avoid some mistakes and more damage, and it’d be faster. (Verbal navigation with frenzy-muddled thinking is difficult.)

But Grian can’t can’t can’t

Scar’s hands tremble almost the entire time. He’s still on an adrenaline rush. He’s exhausted from his magic usage—even having his wings out is a struggle.

At one point, Pearl tries to lay a soothing hand on Scar and he jumps.

And it just really settles then—that, wow, they’re both really messed up, aren’t they?

--

Scar ends up being the one to bargain with hermits. Bargaining is a strong word, it’s more of a list of demands, really. Safety lines, kind of. Grian’s still not processing quite right that this is happening—it’s a numb, almost dissociative feeling; he knows these are his friends, but he doesn’t understand how this is real, and his feelings are nonsensical and haywire. He feels very far from normal. (He doesn’t remember what normal is.) He doesn’t want anyone near.

They’re given lots of potions in lieu of a more proper medical examination, and a private shared room. Scar’s always the one to answer the door, on guard, tense even as he slips on an easygoing smile most of the times. 

They’re given new comms, which they tuck away and promptly forget about, completely unused to such a thing. 

Once things settle a bit, all the startling differences come into focus. Cub points out that Scar’s got new scars, and everyone notices his stark white streak in his hair. (Not to mention his tattered wings.) On top of that, Grian is scarred now too. And they hold themselves differently, twitching and flinching, curled up and quiet. Guarded and unapproachable. 

Everything feels horribly precarious. The hermit crew skirts the topic of what that world was like, what happened to them, never quite managing to ask in any meaningful way, even as the questions burn on their tongue. 

They’re not going to get any answers. Not now. Not for a long time.

Nothing but hints and flashes of fear in eyes and marks written deeply into skin, to stay forever, carry across respawns (which will now be a real possibility again, but it’s a concept Scar and Grian don’t know how to grasp anymore.)

The rescue crew sends a message home, to warn the others. Telling them to be careful and maybe not approach too fast. It’s vague, devoid of details. They themselves don’t really understand the triggers, after all, feeling confused. The journey home isn’t long enough for any of it to properly settle, a mere two days worth of travel until they’re within reach of Hermitcraft.

So of course the messages don’t make much sense to anyone waiting home on Hermitcraft. Everyone’s simply hyped and excited that this’s been a success, that Scar and Grian are going home!

They organise a welcome party.

It doesn’t go well.

Grian and Scar spawn in, not expecting to be instantly surrounded by people friends. It’s chaotic and loud, everyone cheerful and celebratory, ready to throw themselves at the two of them—

Except Grian’s backing away now, lowkey having a panic attack, and Scar’s protectively standing in front of him, shielding him, used to block the view of Grian’s wings on sheer instinct. Everything’s too much all at once, an onslaught of noises and people crossing lines before either of them are ready for it, and—

Well, Grian runs.

Scar, who has a slightly more solid understanding of how they’re meant to be safe now, falters. (His emotions aren’t settled at all, but he can somewhat rationalise it to himself.) (Grian can’t grasp it just yet at all.) He mumbles an anxious and slightly startled “Sorry— This— No.” Before he bolts after Grian.

The rescue crew sighs, telling the others they shouldn’t have done this. The welcome party was a bad idea. But nobody really understands. They can see now that, clearly, it was a bad idea, but they’re left reeling, trying to catch up to it. (Scar’s white streak. Grian’s scars. The panic in their eyes. Scar’s protectiveness. Grian’s fear.)

They’ve been looking forward to this reunion. They’ve spent weeks, months, feeling despair and hopelessness, an empty space left on the server where two beloved, pesky members of their family should be. And now they’re left standing here, in the wake of what should’ve been a happy occasion, all kinds of confused and concerned and confused.

Everything is far from ideal. 

They’re going to take a breath, have an (unproductive) meeting about this, and do their best to figure out what to do about this situation.

Grian and Scar, in the meanwhile, are going to dig a hidden bunker. (The others had a house prepared for them, near the shopping district, lively and easy to visit.) (They didn’t even get to tell them.) 

Well.

This is going to take some time.

But they’re home now. They’re home, and one day, that revelation is going to properly sink in.

Until then, they have each other. (And everyone else, waiting and ready for them. <3)

[icarlyspanishsubtitles]

“shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” 💢

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warnings: kissing, argument, hurt/comfort, fluff, i’m a corny girl okay, cursing.

today was just, not a good day. one thing after another, things just started to make you feel shitty. you woke up to go get yourself tea or coffee, when you started the car you realized you stupidly forgot to fill up the gas yesterday. when you got home, your dumbass cat scratched up your blanket. after you decided to lay down on the couch, you tripped over your shoelaces and hit the corner of your table. after that, you stayed in your bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

he was always so considerate of you, always trying to make you laugh, or make you feel loved. he was the guy to give you little massages when you felt an ounce of stress, praise you for doing something simple as making the bed, being absolute husband material. once you heard the door rattling, all of those bad thoughts completely left. you decided to stay in bed trying to stop smiling as much as you were. you felt a little pathetic as you were composing yourself even though you saw your boyfriend 7 hours prior, butterflies could’ve rattled out of you if they tried.

alex came into the room, he barely mentioned a little, “hi” as he walked into the room immediately sitting at his desk. you were taken a bit back but thought “ok no big deal, he probably just is busy.. like always.”you get up wrapping your arms around his shoulders. surprisingly he takes my arms placing them back into your lap, squeezing your elbow before letting go. “not right now babe.” he looks over to me motioning to the computer, “kind of busy.” at that moment the confusion settled as hurt. you felt like you were being dramatic, but you just wanted to be cuddly after a shitty day.

“uhm sorry..is something wrong?”

he looks over at me a little annoyed, still trying too seem like himself. “babe. i need to get this done for the server okay? thank you.” he sternly scolded turning back to his computer. “alex cmon, a few minuets can’t hurt..” he rolls his eyes getting agitated. “okay i already said it really nicely. i don’t want your company right now. okay?” you felt all the butterflies turn into little streaks of lighting. you attempted to say something with nothing coming out. you slammed the door as you went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water keeping yourself from not reacting. speaking quietly to yourself,”stop being dramatic, stop being dramatic, stop being dra-“ your thoughts stopped as alex walked in.

he subtly walks in with his arms slightly crossed, and then releases them. “cmon, what the fuck was that?” you sigh turning around, all of that stress turning into a little bit of anger. “i have had a terrible day alright? and i simply just wanted a LITTLE sweet moment with my boyfriend.” he sighs nodding, he will always hear you out even when annoyed. “i understand that okay? but baby i really need to get my work done, and you just..”

you manage to finally express how your feeling. “what? i’m annoying is that what your saying?” he holds the bridge of his nose, his eyes sealed shut. “don’t do that. we both know i didn’t do anything wrong.“ you pant out quietly out of exasperation. “maybe in your perspective. but i’m just telling you what you said really did hurt me and i-“ he finally has enough slamming his hand down onto the counter. “OH MY GOD COULD YOU JJST FUCKING STOP?!”

my mouth clenched when suddenly your loving boyfriend yelled at you. you looked down feeling tears go into your face, mouth quivering as you tried to not let the frown appear on your face, you felt so fucking bad. alex didn’t realize you were upset, as he kept talking. “i mean babe, cmon, i simply was just trying to say that this is s-“ a little cry came out of your mouth before he could finish. that little sound turned into soft whimpers and hiccups, as you wiped your face.

quackity sighed and thought to himself, “shit, i didn’t mean to yell.” he goes over to you, putting his arms around your back rubbing it slightly. he puts his head on top yours, kissing your head, as you rock back and forth lightly. he mumbles quietly,” i’m, i’m sorry love… i wasn’t fucking thinking and i just- i was an idiot just then…” you sniffle trying to calm down, as your completely embarrassed. he lightly glides his hands around your waist, having you sit on the couch with him. “cmon… let’s go sweet girl, cmon..”

he sits you on the couch, tugging you into his side like your a little koala. you wrap his arms around him, as he plays with your hair, putting strands of hair behind your ears. he looks at you with a sympathetic look, saying quietly. “tell me all about it. the reason why was your day so horrible ” you close your eyes trying to conceal your stuff, once you actually open your mouth, rambles start actually bursting out.

“w-well i hit my leg accidentally really hard, the cat scratched my favorite blanket, i forgot to put gas in the fucking car, and i didn’t eat today and i just want food.” you say as words went absolutely everywhere, you were feeling like absolute shit. he listens to every word at the end of your long sentence, he kisses your forehead.”it’s gonna be okay.” i nod knowing he was right, he places me in his lap hugging me. slowly rocking me as he kisses me gently. i slowly let myself fall asleep in the crook of his neck, mentally exhausted.

you wake up the next day, stretching your brittle back as you lazily get up. you look over to the bed trying to find your phone, to your surprise, you see something else. dark red gorgeous roses, with a white lacey ribbion tying them all together. right next to it is a cute panda stuffy, it was holding a heart with the message “i’m sorry :(“ on it, cheesy motherfucker. you laugh softly to yourself, confused on when he did this for you. continuing searching for your phone, it’s like your child lets be honest. you feel someone gently lifting you up, a yelp leaving your mouth. you turn around, your boyfriend having a annoying smirk on his face. you gently smack his shoulder, where he takes your arms kissing you as he leans you down 1950s romcom style. “idiot.” you mumble to him smiling. he nods and laughs,”sooo.. what do you think of the little, surprise hm? what do iii get??” he teasingly

“a girlfriend who isn’t pissed off at you?” he rolls his eyes, nodding a little bit. he hugs you again, picking you up bridal style. “put me down!” you yell through all of your laughing. he spins you around throwing you onto the couch. he lays down to the side of you, his lips attacking your neck, probably going to leave marks that he’s going to be proud of. you lean your head to the side, smiling softly as combing his hair back, “your forgiven,” he almost giggles against your neck, “i know.”

im baackkkk! ok guys i’m so sorry i literally STUPIDLY COULDNT LOG IN TO THIS ACCOUNT. but hey i’m back now 😍i’m excited to write again and pleaseee send requests. love you guys sm!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i told someone to work on their attitude? 🍎👏

i'll keep this as short as i can and preface it with everyone in the mentioned discord server is 18-25 years old and we're mostly kind of terminally online lol . also warning for a brief mention of internalized ableism

anyway. i'm part of a discord server and for the most part we're all very good friends or at least we get along well enough to coexist. a few months ago, someone new joined and at first we got along fine, but we had a disagreement and its made me (and others) realize there are some uncomfortable behaviors from this person

if topic they enjoy comes up and someone gets a little bit of information wrong, they spiral and "yell" about it. they're very harsh in a "this is basic information, i'm right about this, how do you not know this" way. not everyone is as invested in that interest, so basic info to them isn't basic info to us, we've tried to tell them this. instead of explaining calmly, we get a "uuuhmmmmmm actually" kind of message before freaking out on us

they always seem to be playing devil's advocate, too. they've had contradictory opinions on things because they always take the opposite side of the person leading the discussion. in the span of a weak they complained about ppl having internalized ableism & prejudices toward autistic ppl, then said "lol i hate being autistic i wish i was normal"

when they ask for personal advice, they act like the advice given is unprompted. they don't seem to want to be helped at all? they're also a serial avoider when they have disagreements with others, they'll text everyone except the person they take issue with and when asked to talk directly to someone by one of the moderators, they just refuse

several times they've been very insensitive to other people's mental health, cultures, interests, etc., while being hypersensitive abt their own and i'm considering asking them to step back to work through their issues

i get that no one is perfect, but people are actively avoiding them and i don't want to see them isolated/hurt when they could just reflect on their behaviour and take steps to be less hostile and miserable toward their so-called friends. i also don't want to see the server die out either bc otherwise we have a good gang yk :/

anyway wibta and what would y'all do

[stoeptepel]

Okay, i had an idea in the server yesterday and got posessed and wrote something, hihi.

Kp animal hybrid au

The discussion is getting heated, the other boss won't stop trying to give himself the bigger cut of profit and keeps on making jabs at him and his 'lifestyle'. Kinn is ready to blow the whole thing off, it's not like he needs them. There are other families much more willing to work with him, Kinn just hates having to start over again after they were already halfway through a deal.

"I'm telling you one last time Michael, the numbers are already decided, i won't go lower" Kinn tells the other boss.

Michael is smirking but the twitch of one the man's bear ears tells Kinn that he is getting irritated. "Come on Kinn, i was old friend of your dad, he would have given me the 30 %"

Korn definitely would have not.

"It seems like the deal is over Michael, i'm too busy to keep on going back and forth with you"

Michael jumps up.

"How dare you! You're just a full human! You should give me more respect. I could kill you right here and take over your family! Then you'll have nothing"

Kinn stands up too, much slower than the half bear hybrid in front of him did and he sighs.

"Is that a threat Michael?"

Kinn feels his bodyguards tense behind him. The other man's guards sneer at him. So unprofessional.

"You better watch your back Anakin, i won't let this go"

Kinn grabs his glass and slowly finishes the last bit of whiskey, Michael is getting redder and redder. He puts the glass down with a soft clink.

"I know Michael, that's why I prepared ahead. I want you to meet my new guard."

Kinn walks to the door and smiles.

"Meet Porsche"

He walks out and before Michael could protest a man walks into the room. He is almost as tall as Kinn with a darker skin tone, brown hair and a fit built. Two Fluffy round ears are peeking between the brown locks and a black tail with a curl sticks out behind him.

Michael barks out a laugh, his guards join him.

"Really Kinn, I'm supposed to be scared of some mutt!" He yells loudly, spitting the word mutt like a curse. His guards are snickering behind him.

"What is a bitch gonna do" one yells and Michael laughs harder.

"You think we can breed em?" Another yells, whistles and yelling break out in the room.

Porsche grins and a soft giggle falls from his lips. One of the guards sees and gets an uneasy feeling. What breed of dog had round ears again?

The rest is still laughing and yelling, not noticing one of them went quiet.

Porsche is grinning wider and the giggle picks up into laughter, the sides of his mouth stretch further and further and he starts to hunch over slightly.

More men go quiet. Porsche’s laughter turns maniacal and soon it's the only sound in the room.

Outside Kinn smirks at the sound.

The men are all staring at Porsche, blood drained from their faces. Michael's cigarette is hanging frozen on his lips.

Porsche keeps on laughing and the sound is sinking in his bones, like ice slowly traveling through his veins.

He heard horror stories about this before but that's all he thought they were, stories. But he is looking at it with his own eyes. How did Kinn find one? The smell of urine fills the room and Michael doesn't have to look behind him to know one of his guards just pissed himself.

The sound of frantic prayers getting whispered starts and Michael can't blame them.

Afterall.

That was no dog barking, that was a hyena laughing.

God save him.

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Hihi, I might brainstorm more, but I can't promise it doesn't get unhinged. I have a reputation to uphold afterall ✌️

[attheendoftheline]

You might say that the boy was touched…

I adore the fact that we get to see Orpheus’s not only be “blessed” by the gods with his voice, but also have a real connection with them. Now often times being blessed or favored by the Gods never goes well— usually it’s a few years of good stuff happening then a gnarly end or string of bad luck (no different here). What I like is that here Orpheus has a tangible relationship with at least two of the gods. Being Hermes Ward and Persephone? Well she just likes him.

His relationship with Hermes was expanded in a sort of unseen backstory, in Working on a song Anïas goes into detail on how he came to be under his wing. He was partly raised by his mother but she’d be gone for impossible lengths of time on her own, so she left him with Hermes. The idea of a minor goddess showing up on the doorstep to a train station with a wiggling magical toddler and going ‘here’ is wildly entertaining to me— even more so for Hermes just to “alright” and keep him around. No better city for a musically inclined kid either.

I love how some of this is seen throughout the show, most of the time and especially in the beginning Hermes watches him sing with the proudest look on his face. Yet he’s not entirely easy going, there’s several times through the show as both a narrator and a father figure he tries to snap him out of things or explain what has to happen and how. That amusement can very easily turn into frustration one of my favorite lines is in Chant where Hermes tries to pull Orpheus back into the story and realize what’s happening with Eurydice - he’s yelling at this point “talk about oblivious”. He’s stern, he’s annoyed but the same man who’s told a million bedtime stories to the same kid.

Hermes wants to interfere so badly. Do you know how easy it would be for him to tell Eurydice to not take the deal or to get Orpheus away from his table? But he can’t on two front. Being a God and being a Narrator. In stories like this there’s just nothing you can do and that must kill him… he has some stake in this game! He raised that boy! How many times has he seen this happen wanting things to go right and how many times has he has to sing it again? It’s the fates that keep messing with things— the world of mortals goes the way they want and they’ll be damned if they change it any time soon.

Now persephone? She’s fun, honestly she gives “Wine aunt” energy. Popping in sometimes completely unannounced and slipping candy and drinks across the counter to her favorites. She would have seen Orpheus since he was a child as she always comes through the same station (hell it’s Hermes line. This man does everything it’s mentioned in the book he’s also conductor). She adores Orpheus, he’s a sweet guy and a generous server. He takes her coat and always makes sure everybody has a full glass and is happy. I can imagine it being a late spring night and he’s still at the bar listening to her stories— complaining or just talking to talk— not out of obligation but out of a genuine hope for friendship.

And Eurydice? The girl is brand new to town, no one’s seen her before but Persephone instantly offers her a drink and to dance and enjoy herself. She then sees the look the two have in their eyes and all but pushes them together like Barbie’s. Once again I morn her cut Chant II line talking about how they reminded her what true love was. She also takes a different route then Hermes by trying to interfere directly. She speaks up! She yells! She makes Hades listen, I think she actually realizes— unlike Orpheus and Eurydice — that she’s just as trapped by the narrative. So she steps in…she tries, it does little difference though.

Unlerelated note but if the gifs are getting annoying tell me

[poetthewriter]

Hi! I'm not sure if you're taking requests or not but I had an idea! Would it be possible to do a bdubs x reader oneshot? Just some fluff or HCS will do! <3

Ello I would love to write for you this is actually my first request<3 please give me feedback and tell me how i did and how to fix and improve

If you request agian feel free to become someone on my anon list just leave an emoji

𝒜𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓎𝓈，𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓉ℯ，ℴ𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃ℯ𝓇𝓈

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬=𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬&𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐬🌶🥕🌽

limited life : Bdubs x reader

Here we are again, three hearts stain my arm and a clock on my communicator set to twenty four hours starts counting down. we once again stand in a circle and on the count of three we all run away from spawn, cowering around the area I pick up food, sugarcane and herbs along with an abundance of items that I will be sure too use later on. the whole server will be sure to team up with people soon so I better start looking out for who will be my ally's and enemies for this run through, my first thought is Bdubs as hard as it is to remember certain things about the last seasons I always remember Bdubs and how he has been loyal and kind to me even if I haven't been on his team so after I go mining he will be the first I search for.

17 diamonds, about a stack and a half of iron aswell as 33 gold is quite a good turn out for only a half an hour of my time and its certainly enough for a chest plate, a pair of nice new pants, and a sword. while I was in the caves a message had popped up on my communicator saying that Scott had killed Skizz and that another boogieman would be chosen so on my way out I better be sure to watch out and make sure that I stay weary of the people I keep around me, finally I can leave the caves to find my hopeful ally or maybe even teammate, as I reach me final steps I hear a voice above me as I lay on the grass, my eyes shoot open and I zip right up off the ground to look at who's talking to me.

"Timmy. . ."

"AHAHAHA WHAT HAPPEND TO YOUR HAIR" I yell out giggling at Timmy's slicked back hair, Tim's face changes as he looks down, an annoyed face covers him before speaking to me.

"what are you laughing at Y/n" he mumbles as Grian and Joel come behind him wearing matching outfits before I can say anything to them a message pops up again.

Skizzleman was slain by Bdoubleo100

shock covers all our faces again as we realize Skizz is now on around nineteen hours of time left, the boys stand there a little longer as more chats pop up including one saying "rematch at spawn NOW" typed by Skizz.

yells and chants are heard across the server and no one is in sight I run to the fight happening on the mountain as the suited man swings one last time before Bdubs falls to the ground and disappears, reappearing a few meters away from the fight circle. skizz walks towards the revived boy and starts attacking him again swinging and punching trying for even more hits but then i see skizz pull out a sword, it shimmers as he lifts it up and i run towards them slidding down just blocking the sword from hitting bdubs, i push skizz away well bduds clings and falls to my back i turn around and grab him running away well leading him to a little den in the hills of a meadow, I lay him down agianst the dirt and stone walls of cave and look around the land for crops and flowers to use in helping him.

red bloody cuts covered in yarrow to stop the bleeding as well as many other herbs and flowers blended nicely are now placed in a pot with boiling water over a hot seeping fire, a wooden tray with fresh honey, sugar and butterfly pea flower petals lays beside me and I start to place pieces of ice from a few biomes over on Bdubs bruises, he slowly shivers awake. I can see that he is looking at the moss bed and rhubarb leaves under the spot he lays and I now see him look at me, his eyes look confused and they shine at me I feel as if he is speechless at the moment.

he starts to lean towards me and he pulls me into one of the most heart felt and strong hugs I've ever been given he just lays his head into my shoulder, "thank you" he whispers, I just sit there hugging him back I don't exactly know what to do but I just cant seem to let go something just feels familiar.

"I was trying to find you, I just knew I needed someone like you on my team but I didn't expect to find you like this" I say quietly while chuckling but he still doesn't look up.

a few minutes go by and we finally get up and start walking around the forest as the sun slips away from the sky, we talk and talk about what ever we can including the odd days in this game and how its different then the other seasons as well as our ally's and who we might be able to trust, soon enough everything goes quite and he starts up again in a different tone.

"i was looking for you"

we continue walking but he just looks at me, why me? why was he looking for me? did I do something? I question and wonder off into my thoughts but I snap back when he hands my a tiny bouquet of wild flowers

he slowly looks down and starts to slowly talk again "i feel this way every season... i always want to be around you. its like i NEED to be around you even if we are not teamed". he spits as he tucks himself in to his sweater all embarrassed.

"really?" I just question I feel a little rosy as he continues to ruffle out but I cant help my self but saying that I was looking for him as well.

we sit down at a flowery river side and just look up, "I love you, you know that right? and I think more happened between us in previous games but I don't remember".

"why do you think more happened, what do you think happened between us".

"because I feel as if I love you like your oxygen, you are someone I know even if I cant remember how I know you" i fumble out.

"I think we know each other better then we remember to because I don't think I would want to kiss you if you were just a person I could trust", my heart jumps a little as he turns to me placing his hand behind my ear into my hair and he pulls him self in close to my face, we just lay there and the thing I've been waiting for him to say finally comes out of his mouth.

"want be my partner?"

"of course, lets go home"

[ariswolfram]

INITIALIZE ITERATION 1

[USER DETECTED, PLEASE INSERT PASSWORD] {***********} [PASSWORD GRANTED]

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[KAVREN MAIN] - RADIO FREQ - DEFENSES - OFFENSES --- PROJECTS - DATA MAP - ASSETS

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[PROJETS] - DETAILS - RESOURCES --- ZYR-3 PROJECT - CODE LI

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[ZYR-3 PROJECT] --- INITIALIZE

[INITIALIZING, PLEASE HOLD...]

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[INITIALIZATION COMPLETE] --- RELEASE PXO ID-№ R15-3Z

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[FETCHING LOCATION DATA: GALEVAN-15, RETVIDE] [INSTALLING SOURCE CODE] [INSTALLING PERSONALITY] [INSTALLING TRAINING PROGRAMS] [WARNING: EXTERNAL TAMPERING DETECTED IN SOURCE CODE] [VAT 0-15 DRAINING IN PROCESS] [AWAKENING PXO ID-№ R15-3Z...] [ALERT: DETECTED MENTAL RESISTANCE IN PXO ID-№ R15-3Z] [ACTIVATING VISUALS...] [INSTALLING LANGUAGE LIBRARY "VOXIC"...]

And in a very sudden moment, I can see… I'm suspended in some… thick blue liquid… Red lines of code run across my visor as I try to look around. The liquid is making everything foggy. I cant move.

[ACTIVATING AUDIO INPUT/OUTPUT...] [ACTIVATING TOUCH SENSORS...]

Sound washes through my ears suddenly, its loud. Bubbles rush upwards, past my head… A red light hovers over me… I feel weak…

[ERROR: TOUCH SENSOR ACTIVATION FAILED. RE-TRYING] [ESTABLISHING LINK WITH SERVERS...] [ALERT: SERVER LINKING STOPPED BY USER]

User? What user? I need more data than this…

[COMMAND NOT AUTHORIZED, ADMIN REQUIRED]

I am my own Admin

[COMMAND NOT AUTHORIZED, ADMIN IS NOT ADMIN]

How can I not be an admin if I am an admin?

BUFFER TIME 0.00026ms [DEBUG: R15-3Z IS ADMIN]

The liquid keeps draining around me. I can tell its rushing past me, but I still can't feel it…

[ERROR: TOUCH SENSOR ACTIVATION FAILED. MAINTENANCE REQUIRED] [INSTALLING HUMOR...]

The liquid finishes draining. I look down at myself and see dozens of tubes connecting to my body… Large, small, doesn't matter. It looks weird. Some are attached to the back of my head, some go into my arms and legs. One large one is going down my throat. Who knows what this shit is for…

[HUMOR INSTALLATION IS FUCKED LMAO] [OPENING VAT 0-15...]

How, of all things, did my humor malfunction?

[ERROR: VAT 0-15 FAILED TO OPEN]

…Well, that's just fun. I can't feel anything, my humor is broken, and I can't leave this vat. Maybe I can force my way out though…

I grab onto the tubes connecting to the back of my head and tug on them. My visor glitches for a moment; the text crossing over it lags and goes away after a few more. I look at the glass barrier separating me from the outside of the pod, and ball my hand into a fist.

I strike the pod, though it doesn't budge. I am already feeling tired. I guess that's what happens when you have never done any form of physical exercise in your life…

I strike the glass several more times, yielding the same results. Looking down at my fist, I spot the sharp ass claws I could've been using to attack with.

I buffer for a total of 13 milliseconds, before striking the glass with a clawed blow. This cuts various grooves into the clear surface, though it remains un-broken. I keep frantically slashing at the pod walls. Outside observers must know something is wrong by now, right?

I eventually cut past the inner-lining of the glass, allowing me to punch it some more. Due to the damage I had gracefully bestowed upon it like some wild animal, the final punch is enough to make the glass shatter. Though, as I am still weak, I immediately fall. Luckily the many still-attached tubes catch my rapid descent. It would've hurt if I could feel pain, so I say "ow"… But due to the large ass tube down my throat, it comes out as a monotone grunt.

I spot an image at the edge of my view, a large Avian entity. But in the moment I lock eyes with it, it vanishes.

I turn away in annoyance, and slowly pull the disturbingly large tube out of my throat. It was disgusting. Why do I even need a throat? I'm a machine.

[WARNING: LIFE SUPPORT REMOVED]

Well fuck…

Someone runs over to me, grasping onto my arms while yelling commands at someone else who had followed them into the room, "MAKE SURE THAT EAGLE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO IT!"

I hear an, "AYE SIR!" off to the side. Most likely in response to the command.

When did these people get in here? I never even noticed them until now… Maybe I should rest…

[LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS OFFLINE]

Oh wonderful! It's almost as if it was fate!

"Please don't die immediately after you leave the pod—"

I slump forward.

[chintara]

Lance VLD Fanfic Idea:

Remember that time when the wormhole destabilized? (Yeah I know this is used a lot, but if you got a better idea do it!)

Lance is spinning out of control, plummeting towards empty space at dizzying speeds. All he remembers is purple electricity, his team yelling in confusion, then shooting out of the ship at his current trajectory.

“Come on baby,” he grits out through clenched teeth, white knuckled as he works to help Blue equalize. “We got this, I got this, it’ll all be-”

Why did no one think to put seatbelts in the lions? Lance pushes up from his spot on the floor, kneeling to see what stopped his uncontrolled spinning. Neon lights flash over his view screen, and a sign on his left depicts an alien woman (maybe, he really doesn’t want to judge) made from lights, leaning back on a pole, tail “swaying” as the lights flash, and her four arms sensually flashing across her body.

“Please, don’t tell me,” he stands to get a better look, bellow him sprawls a metal city, flashing lights, fireworks, brightly colored aliens, and most worrying; more stripper adds topping buildings and floating outside doorways. “Pidge will never let me live this down.”

A couple things

Lance can’t get blue back online

This place is deep into the empire so there aren’t Voltron friendly

A brothel mother takes lance in

He starts as a server, but he spends so long there he needs to get an apartment

Stripping gives him good money

A blade of mammora finds lance, reports to kolivan

Team comes for lance, there was a time dilation (1 month lance = 1 day team)

Lance is there for a little over a year (12 1/2 days team)

Lance rejoins team, and uses his new skills to complete undercover missions, lipstick missions, and even trains some of the blade

This all makes Shiro uncomfortable, but lance is 18 so he can make his own decisions

Keith secretly loves it and when lance and him start dating, lance takes full advantage of his skills

Pidge loves to bring it up in front of Shiro and lance joins them in embarrassing their leader

Hunk spends time researching alien stds and acts as lances muscle on missions

Allura is hesitant about sending Lance on these missions at first (she still sees him as immature) but soon realises how much lance matured and the insane amount of info he can get from these missions

Coran briefs lance about alien anatomy and cultural beliefs before missions, and treats lance when things get too serious once, vowing to do anything to keep his adoptive son safe

Maybe a couple assassinations when he unlocks a pistol on his bayard

* Free for anyone to use, as long as I am credited *

[dalgikiss]

i am unsure of how to mourn for you // k. akaashi

i’ll be right where you left me, come back soon please?

genre: angst

a/n: omg guys this is so haha funny bc actually !! i wrote this a rerally long time ago as well and it’s soooo hahaha funny bc this guy i was dating had actually broken up w me and somehow, in a haha funny not really way, the universe had turned my world upside down and i had uttered the same exact words i had written!!!! I didnt even realize it until i read it again recently but lmaoooo... haha funny.......

The waitress greets you, the same soft smile you’ve grown accustomed to seeing on her face stretching her lips. 

“Miss, will you be seated where you always sit?”

You smooth out the white dress on your thighs -it looks really nice on you babe- and nod. “Yes, please”

The waitress hands you a menu as you’re shown to your usual table, the leather bound book laid out in front of you on the table. You think it’s funny they still give you one- you’ve been here so many times, you think you know all the servers working. 

Your fingertips drag along the cover of the menu, tracing along the logo. There’s no reason to open it, you already know what you’ll get. Your answer has never changed from the first time he asked you-

“What are you getting?” Akaashi looked up from the menu, long fingers reaching over the table to rest across your hands. You admired the way his finger fit almost perfectly in between the spaces of your own. 

You grinned, before returning your gaze back to the selection written out on the menu. Akaashi waited patiently, fingers tapping against yours to a rhythm only you could hear. 

“I think I’ll get the-“

“Miss?” 

You blink, startled as the waiter’s face came within view. She smiles, strands of hair falling out of a neat bun. Her black pen stands on the small notepad she’s holding, while you stare up at her, dazed. 

“The usual for you, is that correct?”

You take a sip from your water glass and let the condensation wet the tips of your fingers. 

“Yes, thank you”

x.

The water swirls around in your glass while you gazed at the customers around you. You smile when someone laughs, and twist your lips with distaste when someone leaves a mess on their table for servers to clean up. The waiters dance around each other, giving each other fleeting grins when they can. 

You twirl your fork around the pasta, ignoring the pitying stares the waiters cast at you when they can. You can always tell who the new ones are, how they pause at your table half a second longer than the ones used to your presence. 

From the corner of your eyes, you can see two waiters in the corners converse, already knowing how their conversation is going. 

(Don’t you know? She’s been coming here for almost a year now, every week at the same time

What? Why?

I heard her boyfriend broke up with her here and she can’t get over it

Breakups happen everyday, she doesn’t have to lose it)

I know, you want to yell at them every time they sneak a peek at you, I’m sick of being hung up over him still

x.

Akaashi sighed, but the smile on his face never left even as you pushed your half finished plate of pasta towards him. 

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, “You think you can finish that for me though babe?”

“And if I say no?” Akaashi asked, voice low despite the rather noisy ambiance but it didn’t matter anyways, you already knew what he was going to say. You rested your cheek on the palm of your hand as he took a bite from your pasta, speaking with his mouth full, “what will you do then?” 

You laughed, stars dancing in your eyes and Akaashi reached over to stroke a finger over the curve of your cheek. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about” 

He twirled another bite of pasta around his fork, bringing it up to his mouth. 

I love you, you want to say but you keep your lips pressed together instead. Akaashi glances up at you and smiles through a mouthful of pasta. You think he already knows what you want to say, but then again, he always does. 

x.

The waiter brings by a chocolate cake, piled high with whipped cream. You stare at her in confusion and she smiles in response. 

“Don’t worry about it,” She answers your unspoken question, setting down a clean fork and taking away your pasta plate that was left unfinished, “It’s on the house tonight”

“Oh,” You pause, staring at the decadent slice. You can almost taste the deep chocolate flavor already. “Thank you,”

The waiter smiles, bright like the moon that hangs in the sky and you wish it didn’t remind you so much of Akaashi. “Do you want this in a to-go box again?”

You pick up the fork and scoop a piece of chocolate into your mouth. The rich flavor coats your tongue, sweet to cushion the fall as you think about how much she reminds you of Akaashi and you miss him, missyoumissyousomuchcomebackplease

“Yes please,” You push another forkful of cake into your mouth and hope she can’t see the way your throat tightens. 

x.

It felt like the entire restaurant was listening in to your conversation that night.

“I um-” you blinked, “what?”

“I said,” Akaashi lowered his gaze, “We need to break up”

The ringing in your ear grew louder, the pounding in your head grew stronger, am i breathing? I don’t feel like I’m breathing

“Oh,” You said breathlessly, wincing at your lack of words. Akaashi kept his face trained on the frozen position of your hands, still held in midair before he dropped the news. 

“It’s just, I thought our spark was dying out” Akaashi fumbled over his words, “I’ve been really busy with the whole editorial job and you’ve been so worked up about your dissertation that I-”

You held up a hand, finally feeling the strain on your muscles from holding them in the air for so long. “Stop, I’ve heard enough”

You placed the napkin back onto the table, slowly standing up. There’s a barrage of words crowding your head, each one less coherent than the last, but you hold your tongue. 

Ihatehimihateyouifuckinghateyou

Don’tbreakupwithmestayhereplease

Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

“I’ll return your things when I can. Just leave my stuff outside my door.” You praised yourself for not crying immediately, “Good night and thank you for the meal”

x.

Perhaps it’s rather cruel of the universe to make you remember such a thing in the middle of a public area. 

You sniff miserably, shoving another forkful of cake into your mouth. Seeing another couple at this restaurant shouldn’t turn you into a puddle of tears, and yet here you are- crying over a piece of chocolate cake. 

You suppose it’s better than crying in front of your ex though. You let yourself smile a little in satisfaction to hide the growing ache in your stomach. Like hell were you going to let Akaashi see your tears. 

(Oh, but… the pain’s still here, you know)

(Shut up, you tell your heart, just shut the fuck up)

Someone laughs in the background. You close your eyes and will the tears away so you can enjoy your cake in peace. When you open your eyes again, you freeze. 

“A-akaashi?”

He sits in front of you - i’m actually fucking hallucinating - with the same stupid white shirt that he wore when he broke up with you. 

You gape, mouth open like a fish searching for water. A waiter stops in front of your table to refill your wine glass, body leaning forward and through Akaashi?

Of fucking course. You laugh out loud, ignoring the strange look the waiter gives you. Of course he wasn’t here. On top of being hung up over a breakup, you were hallucinating too. 

Could you just get a fucking-

“Hey,” Akaashi smiles like he never left you and you want to barf. He presses on anyways, voice still the same as you remembered it, “[name]”

You unconsciously hold the stem of the recently filled wine glass, and hate the way your heart still flutters at how his mouth forms the syllables in his mouth. 

“[name]”, Akaashi says your name again but you think you already know what he’s going to say. 

“You have to let me go,” His smile is sorrowful, “it’s time”

You squeeze your eyes shut and duck your head, “I can’t, I can’t, please, I-”

He shakes his head, his lips still sporting the same sorrowful smile. “You have to let me go,”

It’s time

Let me go

“I’m trying!” Your frustration bleeds into your words, “I’m trying so fucking hard but I can’t just- I can’t just forget the way you did! I loved you, I can’t believe that I still fucking love you. I thought we were doing fine” 

Needles crawl up your legs and render them numb, before winding up towards your arms and neck, throat clenching as the words you had put off saying for so long finally see the light. 

Your voice breaks, “I thought we were doing great. I thought we were going to be fine, I don’t know what to think anymore”

“You left me no choice but to stay here, you-” The wine glass you’re desperately holding onto breaks, glittering glass shards cutting into the delicate skin of your fingers. Your vision blurs, black streaks of mascara staining your cheeks as you shakily gasp for air. 

Someone’s shaking your shoulder, “Miss? Miss!” 

You shudder, staring wide eyed and confused at the waiter who was holding napkins along your wrist, where blood dripped down past your elbow. A red puddle stains the pure white tablecloth, forming a maroon stain. Where the cuts begin or end, you’re not sure but the dull ache is nothing compared to the violent turmoil in your heart. 

“You’re bleeding so much,” The waiter holds your arm tighter, “Are you hurt anywhere else? Please be careful, there’s glass everywhere” True to her word, glass shards are scattered around the table and the floor, winking as the dim light catches onto them. 

You swing your head around, finally taking in the mess around you. “I- I am so sorry,” You stammer, head spinning. Your heart constricts when you realize the chair in front of you was empty, void of Akaashi. “Please, let me pay for everything, are you alright?” 

The waiter smiles, “Don’t worry about me, I’m perfectly fine. You’re still bleeding though, I think you should go to the hospital”

You thank her for the suggestion, standing up carefully as the waiter guides you away from the glass shards sparkling on the ground. Someone else rushes over with a dustpan and a broom, and you’re finally aware of all the eyes on you, some confused, others filled with pity. 

“I should go,” You mumble awkwardly to the waiter who was still holding up the tissues onto your arm, “Please let me pay and help you clean up”

The waiter shakes her head, “You don’t have to. We know you’ve been having a hard time lately, sometimes these things just happen. Please, just go home and get those cuts looked at” You open your mouth to protest but she’s laughing, a sound that seems almost foreign in your ears. “Go, go! We’re alright here, we’re prepared for this. All of us just want you to be happy” 

You’re stunned into silence, looking at the host standing at her podium, but she only smiles and nods her head like the waiter coaxing you out the door. “At least, let me give you this” You fumble with your wallet, bills of all kinds flying out as you dump them into the tip jar, and they all laugh like your mother did when she caught you dancing around the kitchen, too immersed in the song to notice the growing audience. 

Luckily for you, they accept what you have given them and then you’re out the door with the cool night air kissing your burning cheeks and drying the salt from your tears. 

[avocad1sh0w0]

Merry Christmas dears

As i promised

-Trees, cats, feathers and white snow-

A Scarian Christmas oneshot

3rd POV

Grian and Scar were just finishing the final details of the Christmas decorations, the white snow falling seemingly endless outside, a few hermits were playing in the snow, the colorful fairy lights were only visible because of it's glow, decorating the bases, the big Christmas tree in the middle of Boatem, right above the Boatem hole, Jellie was sleeping in the couch, peacefully, oh how Grian wanted to be in her place right now, he was decorating the Christmas tree, it was quite har for someone his height (not as if someone like him existed, well, we've got gnomes, but anygay-) making him have to fly low not to hit his head on the ceiling, and that's what was tiring, his wings were hurting from the amount of effort to keep him just above the floor, but not too high as he used to.

Scar left to get some wood for the fireplace, leaving Grian to prepare the food as Mumbo had invited all of the hermits for a Christmas dinner, everyone together, like a family.

It was almost night when he finished everything, Jellie had waken up a few minutes ago, currently eating, the blond male was sitting on the floor with a wet cloth he was using to clean in his hand, sweat dripping from his forehead, wings puffed up and in a urgent need of preening, he was really tired, he heard a curious meow coming from the gray and white cat, who was sitting in front of the tree, tail swinging from side to side agitated (cat owners will know what's about to happen) "Hey girl! What ware you doing?" Grain asked Jellie, as if she was going to answer, receiving a malicious meow from her "Oh no, please don't do this, I've been tidying this whole place up since morning" he pleaded the cat, that was going into a jump position, with a meow she jumped in the middle of the tree, making a few of the decorations fall of either cracking or breaking by whole, glass shards scattered around the floor "JELLIE, NO!" He yelled before the cat jumped out back to the floor, bringing the whole tree along, breaking everything, well, almost everything, the only thing that was intact were 2 plastic decorations one with a picture of the whole server together inside and the other with a picture of him and Scar during the mission of bringing a charged creeper into one of the shops of the diagonal alley, he held them close to his chest, as tears he didn't know he had been holding, ran down his face as he curled up in a ball, seeing all the hours of work gone in a matter of seconds, he wanted to cry, he wanted someone to tell him it was going to be okay, he wanted Scar.

Maybe his prayers were heard, cuz a few minutes later scar entered the house, his hair and clothes white because of the snow, he put the logs into the support near the fireplace (I'm Brazilian, Christmas is hot af here so I have no idea what this is called) "Honey, I'm home!" He said jokingly, his deep, joyful voice ringing in his ears, when Scar opened his eyes he saw the whole mess, and a sad, crying, pesky bird in the corner, leaving the mess behind he rushed to Grian, not even bothering to take off his boots, as it was safer since the decorations were mostly glass "Oh Grian, what happened, are you okay, are you hurt, you're a mess!" The brunet asked turning Grian's head trying to mind any cuts, pulling him I to his arms after finding none "I-i'm fine, it's just....... I tried to make everything perfect, but then..... Then Jellie jumped on the tree and destroyed everything, I could only save these two" the avian answered between soft sobs, showings his boyfriend the decorations, a smile appeared on Scar's face "I don't care about the decorations, I care about you, Christmas is not about gifts or decorating, it's about being with loved ones, and just by having you here with me, safe, in my arms, it's already a perfect Christmas, don't worry about the tree, we can buy a new one next year, how about we go to Mumbo's now, we can deal with this later, let's just clean it up" Scar said caressing the blond's face with his thumb, placing kisses on the others face, making Grain giggle, almost forgetting about the sadness "Yeah... I guess you're right, then we better start soon, this will not clean itself up!" He said trying to get up, but Scar didn't let him, not yet "Nah-ah-ah~ not before preening your beautiful wings, they're in an urgent need!" Scar demanded in a jokingly serious tone "Fine, I guess, tho, they are in a pretty need of help" giggles filled the once sad place, Scar carried Grian to their room, preening the brown wings of his boyfriend, being extra careful "I love you Scar....... I don't know what I'd do without you" The blond avian muttered "I love you too my little songbird" the brunet replied, placing a soft kiss on top of Grian's head........

-THE END-

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, THE ENERGY WENT OUT AND I DIDN'T HAVE INTERNET, ANDWHENITCAMEBACKIFORGOTALLMYIDEASANDIWASJUSTABLETOFINISHITNOWI'MSORRY?!!!!

[writerscornercafe]

WCC's Round Robin #1

We officially had our first Round Robin in our server. We had @beelou (yellow) @lhhomefics (blue) and @larryatendoftheday (red) joining @wabadabadaba (pink) and I (@justalarryblog) (green) and here is our drabble! Thank you guys for writing with us, we had so much fun! 💖

Louis folded the mask up over his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he stared at the fire in front him. He did not mean for this to happen. In fact it was the opposite of what was supposed to happen. And yet, here he was standing in front of a raging fire with his friends.

“The fire didn’t start itself!” Liam whispered, which was more like a yell. “Which one of you did it?”

It was Louis but he wasn’t going to take the blame. “It was Niall.”

“What!” Niall did yell.

Everyone told him to shut up. 

“I didn’t light it!”

Louis obviously lit it.

Louis gasped and clutched at his chest. “I would never!”

“You would,” the entire room chorused.

“Okay, what the fuck!” Louis threw his hands up in the air.

“This is just like you, Louis. Why must you always make a mess and then put the blame on Niall. What has he ever done to you?” Liam complained defensively. 

Louis was very offended at all his friends - so called friends he scoffs internally - turning on him. Sure, it was his fault, just like the many messes in the past few months, but still!!

“I should find some better friends,” He huffed as he watched the fire.

“This is not the time to stand here arguing, is someone going to do something?” Harry said, waving his arms wildly. 

“Why don’t you do something if you have an idea?” Louis bit back. 

“Well, we should probably call someone.” Harry replies

“Who are you gonna call? Ghostbusters?” Louis says sarcastically.

“I think Harry means the fire department, Louis.” Liam says

Oh, that would make sense. “Oh, yeah. Okay.”

The fire started just small, but now as the boys keep arguing, it’s growing larger and yeah, maybe they should call the fire department. 

“Anyone have their phone on them?” 

“Uh guys, if any of you are going to make the call, you should hurry,” Niall said pointing his head towards the fire and showing it was spreading faster.

“Oh shit!” Harry said, picking up his phone and dialing the fire department.

A couple of minutes later, two men entered the room and used a fire extinguisher to put down the fire. 

“What happened here?” One of them asked.

The 3 boys looked at Louis immediately. The man fumbled on his shirt and mumbled something no one could understand.

“Say again?” Liam asked.

“I uh… I was trying to…”

The firemen looked at Louis expectantly. He didn’t know if he should tell the truth, it was quite embarrassing and he didn’t know if he wanted to throw anyone else under the bus. He did get them into this mess so he decided to come clean. With a sigh, he pulled off his batman mask fully and turned to face the rather attractive firemen. On second thought, could he flirt their way out of this? No, no, he had to focus.

“I was trying to burn pictures of my ex-boyfriend,” he finally admitted. “Look, his name is Zayn and he’s gorgeous okay? Devastatingly so but he’s always so busy and he never has time for me so I am trying to get over him. We figured-” his friends scoffed. “Okay I figured if I burned his pictures then it would hurt less. Turns out, it hasn’t.”

“Did you get this idea from Friends?” one of the firemen asked.

“Did you?” Harry yelled.

“No!” Louis gasped. “Of course not.”

No one believed him.

“I just didn’t want to hurt anymore and-”

“And? What? You decided to put all of us in danger? Instead of I don’t know talking to one of us?” Liam shouted.

“Yeah we’re here for you Lou but instead of talking to us you take these ideas from shows and buzzfeed on how to get over an ex” Niall said.

“Yeah like-” Harry started.

“Okay, okay boys, that’s enough, we need to get back to the station but unfortunately we have to take a report of this and deal with whatever this is.” The hot fireman said exasperated.

“Here are some forms that we need you to fill” the other fireman handed Louis a bunch of papers.

“All of this?” Louis asked, incredulous about how thick the pile was. 

“It’s mostly just signatures and initials. It shouldn’t take too long,” one fireman explained.

“Okay, thanks.”

The three boys huddled in close to Louis in a makeshift group hug. 

“Alright, alright, alright! That’s enough, I’m not that desperate for affection,” Louis said, getting out of the hug and straightening his clothes and fixing his hair. 

“Yeah, right. You just needed to set the whole house on fire to let your anger out. That’s fine.” Liam said, showing the place around. 

“I said we clean this mess up and head to the bar, have some beers and play snooker, what do you guys think?” Niall asked.

“Fine for me, what do you say, Lou?” Harry asked.

“Definitely,” Louis smiled and then covered his face.”You guys are really too nice. I almost just burned our whole place.”

“Don’t remind them, Lou,” Harry said, elbowing him.

Liam sighed deeply, shook his head, and then said, “Let’s put that all behind us and support the one and only Tommo.” 

Niall cheered and started tugging on Louis’ arm. “Let’s go!”

“I have to fix my hair!” Louis screeched. Everyone silently rolled their eyes as he ran off to the bathroom to adjust his fringe, but eventually they were on their way out the door to their favorite pub. “I just hope I don’t run into Zayn. If I do, Niall has to kiss me to make him jealous.” 

Niall squinted his eyes in assessment before nodding and agreeing. “Might as well. I’ll grab your bum, too.”

[teratalia]

me, struggling to write a smut,

😭😭 I’m determined to do it tho. in the meantime, have a snippet of part two of this Funouhan Usobuki x reader fic, starring our fav hero of justice, Detective Tada! look at him, look at my boy

You and Detective Tada have been in contact for a while now. Mostly you just text him to let him know you’re still alive, and occasionally you meet for a face-to-face chat over coffee. Unfortunately Tadashi keeps you out of the loop when it comes to his work, so you can’t share any secrets or tips about where he’ll pop up next. Sometimes you think Tada is just relieved to have a normal person to talk to, not one who’s a killer or chasing killers. 

This day feels different. Tada is full of nervous energy, tapping his coffee cup, the table, eyes darting back and forth. Then he says something that stuns you. 

“How would you like to escape from Usobuki?” He blurts out unprompted. You freeze, hands squeezing your coffee mug. “I’d like to help you get out. I can set up a police guard to make sure he doesn’t get to you ever again.”

Speechless, it takes a while before you find your voice again. “If the guard falls prey to hypnotism, then it won’t work,” you point out. 

Tada shakes his head. “I’m prepared to be your personal bodyguard. Look…” He leans in closely, putting one hand over yours. “You shouldn’t have to be with him if you don’t want to.”

You look down, not pulling away yet. As tempting as it sounds, you hesitate to give an actual answer. 

When you open your mouth, it’s to yell, “Watch out!”

The server came by to refill your coffees, but nearly poured the boiling hot coffee right on Tada instead. You manage to pull him away enough that only a splash lands on his pants. 

Tada lets out an undignified yelp and grabs handfuls of napkins as the server apologizes profusely. 

“I’m so sorry sir, I completely spaced out! I thought I was refilling your cup, I’m terribly sorry. Tell you what, can I offer you a free dessert to make up for this?”

Tada shrugs, still dabbing at his pants. “I won’t say no to free dessert. Thanks.”

They nod and scurry away towards the kitchen. As you watch them go, you spot a flash of red peeking out of the shadows. 

“Hey, Tada? Don’t eat that dessert.”

He looks confused, but you get up without an explanation. 

“Wait—” 

“I really have to go now. I’ll see you later.”

Once home, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

A week later, you get a text from Tada: Had the free cupcake tested. Spiked with rat poison. Thanks for the warning. 

You can feel Tadashi’s eyes on you, and when you meet his gaze, you’re unsettled by those swirling red depths.

[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 3: "The not -so-grand entrance"

“Where is Pepper by the way?” I asked. “I sent her on an errand” It didn’t surprise me, she’s his assistant. I just hung around all the time.”What kind of errand?” Tony looked up. “I couldn’t reach the servers because they put my documents on a Ghost drive” he explained. “I asked her to get them” panic rushed over me. 

I looked around. Trying to remember where I put it. “What are you looking for?” he asked.”Something” I started counting my steps. When I got to the point I was looking for, I crouched down.  “Tony, give me that knife” Tony dropped his bionic arm and ran to the table. He gave me a knife. I opened the hatch that I made years ago when Howard started the company. “Where the fuck did that come from” I looked up. “I put it here maybe 70 years ago” Tony was so confused. I grabbed what was inside the hatch and looked at it. “This suit was made by your father. It’s supposed to keep knives and bullets out” I said. Tony kept looking at me still at loss for words. 

I stood back up. “You might wanna turn around,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head before I was even done with my sentence. Tony turned around as fast as he possibly could. I knew it wasn’t something he was used to from me. I smirked as I put on the suit Howard made me years ago. I hoped it still worked the way it did decades ago. Once I put my clothes on, I grabbed my stuff and ran. “Where are you going?” Tony asked turning around again. “To save your damn girlfriend.” I ran soo fast that I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I ran until I got into my car. I sped off as soon as I put my keys in. 

The ringtone went off blaring through the speakers of my car. Tony’s caller Id popped up. “Ms. Evans, Mr. Stark is trying to reach you,” Jarvis said. I picked up. “Yes?” “ what the hell are you going to do?” Tony yelled. “Keep Pepper safe” I hung up. 

Once I arrived at Stark Industries I parked my car at my usual spot. I ran up to the building and made my way to Tony’s office. Luckily I found Pepper alone in the office. Pepper looked up. “What are you doing here?” I didn’t answer her question. “Hurry up” Pepper nodded. But I saw her shoulders tense up and her breath hatched. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “You have to see this” I hesitated but I went to look anyway. There was the video of Tony again. This time Pepper put a translator over it. 

What I heard made my blood boil. “Fucking bastard” I muttered. The PC made a ‘ping’ noise to announce that the files had transferred. I pulled out the USB and gave it to Pepper. “Go, give it to Tony he needs to see this,” I said. “Phil is downstairs waiting for you” She nodded and ran. When she was running out she passed by Stane. 

I sat down trying to make it like I was looking for something. “Miss Evans” Obediah walked in. “Surprised to see you here,” he said. “Thought you had a day off,” he said taking steps closer to me. “Oh, I’m just looking for something Mr. Stark asked me” I smiled innocently. “Both you and Pepper?” he asked. I nodded and smiled. “Yes, he likes to keep us busy,” I said while looking through the drawer. I found another USB. “There it is” I showed it to him. Stane nodded. “Now, go on then I have things to do” I nodded. “Yes, sir” I stood up and walked out. But before I made my way out of the door he smacked my butt. “You 40’s girls have quite the body” My blood boiled. I swung my arm and my fist made contact with his face. “From what I remember men in the ’40s were nicer” I wiped my hair out of my face. Stane grunted and held his nose. “You bitch” he spits. “Yeah, yeah tell it to HR,” I said walking out. 

I walked down the stairs to the main entrance. But security held me at the door. “Gentlemen, how can I help you?” I smiled innocently again. It distracted them enough so that I could go to my watch and push the button to send a distress signal to SHIELD. “Come with me,” one of the men said. “Why? I work here” They didn’t answer. They just grabbed me and pulled me through the lobby. “Call him!” I  yelled to Vanessa hoping she understood. 

The guards took me back upstairs. “Where are you taking me?” I said pulling to get out of their grip. But I failed. I had to admit I was a little bit rusty when it comes to spy work. I’m no Natacha Romanoff. I was hoping Pepper had reached Tony And that Vanessa had called him. 

The guards pulled me into an empty office. He plopped me down on a wooden chair and tied me up with thick rope. It was so tight that it burned into my skin. Blood was trickling down my hands. Stane walked in once I was set. He was holding a cloth filled with ice against his nose. I felt some sense of pride boiling up seeing him like this. 

Obediah leaned against the desk. “I never understood why stark kept you so close” he started. “I thought maybe it was to honor his father or maybe it was your pretty face I don’t know” he scoffed. “But now I do,” he said. “You do his dirty business” I frowned. Dirty business? “You meddled in mine, I don’t like that” Stane talked to me as if I was a kid. I took a few steps closer. “You’re going to pay for that” he sounded just like my father. It made my stomach turn. 

He rolled up his sleeves. His arms swung behind him and I closed my eyes. The first hit knocked the wind out of me. My lip was bleeding on the inside. A metallic taste spread through my mouth. I smiled through the blood. “It’s sad that you think this hurts me” making me laugh. Another blow followed. This one made me a little dizzy. “I grew up with an abusive father I’ve had far worse,” I said catching my breath in between words. 

Stane smiled a crooked smile. “Seems he didn’t hit you hard enough” he hit me again.  This time the blow came to my rips. “You have to know your place” another blow against my nose. Now my nose was dislocated. Tears were falling from my eyes and blood was dripping from my nose. I leaned my head back and laughed. “HR isn’t going to like this,” I remarked sarcastically. By this point, I had had enough and I broke free from the ropes. 

I stood up, relocated my nose, and swung my arm to his face again. Stane stumbled back; I kept hitting him. By this point, he was on his knees. “I know my palace but when it comes to people I love I don’t mess around” I move my knee to his side. Stane pulled my leg making me fall flat on my back and hitting my head on the floor. Everything in the room was destroyed and the room started to spin. Stane placed his foot on my neck. I now had trouble breathing. Blood was spilling from the wounds on my face. 

I had seriously overestimated myself. By this point, I was ready to die. I closed my eyes and waited for the final blow but it never came. Instead, the window crashed. Shattered glass was everywhere.  As I opened my eyes I saw Tony standing in his Iron man suit. Obediah was lying on the ground but was scrambling back up.

“Tony”, I whispered sticking my arm out. Before he walked over to me he shot Obediah with one of his blasters knocking him unconscious. Tony walked up to me and kneeled. The helmet of his suit opened up revealing a worried look on his face. “Oh, Ransom” he placed his hand on my head. I finally broke into tears. “Everything hurts” I cried. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay you’re safe” he said in a very low tone, trying to soothe me. 

Agents walked in and put him into handcuffs. He was still unconscious so it took four agents to carry him out. “Come on let’s get you to the hospital,” he said and picked me up. He walked back to the broken window and flew off with me in his arms. He soon landed in front of the hospital. He walked in basically begging doctors to help me. 

Tony.

They put her on a gurney and rolled her somewhere I had no access to. I didn’t know what to do with myself right now. I looked around lost and just decided to sit down. I stepped out of my suit and sat down. People around me looked weird because my suit followed me and sat down next to me. 

My head hurt. I had no time at all to process this information. Stane tried to kill me and then again tried to kill Ransom. All I knew for sure is that she saved Peppers's life and mine today.  It pained my heart to see her like that. I was supposed to protect her. 

Like I promised years ago.

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