#the rest of the bots were in such bad shape by this year that they simply had them wrapped in white sheets

[mitzis-make-believe-band]

May I present:

Larrymower

[lynaferns]

FNAF Steampunk AU

That I never finished because I couldn't figure out what was going to be the story and character dynamics, and the role of each character, and yeah… I also spend many days writing, rewriting and changing thing, I didn't even get to finish the first draft and I got artblock.

I think my problem in the first place was that I wanted to make this AU stick to canon. A mistake, I know lmao. Later I thought of just making up most of the things but having to rewrite what I had already done dismotivated me.

So I thought of at least showing this character height chart I made a year ago. And maybe, idk, some of the wips that I never finished.

Maybe some notes and interactions I wrote under a cut.

If you ever want to ask me about what I had planned for this AU go ahead! Some main things about this story are:

All of the events of the story happens in a week (or so).

Gregory acts a little more scared than what is shown in the game.

DCAs arms can stretch up to 100 ft (30 m). He bends them to write or make shapes in the air.

Sun has some nowlege in animatronic repairs and maintenance due to being abandonent, having to repair himself.

Vanessa/Vanny have a biger role than in the game.

Burntrap also apeared more.

All animatronics are equiped with dart guns (for safety!). There are some places that require to leave the dart guns behind to continu.

Pizza is scuare (this is not important, I just felt like adding it).

Also, first idea and some doodles.

Edit: Now Cassie is in the AU

Gregory gets to escape to the locker rooms leaving Chica behind him. While searching for an exit Gregory gets surprised by Sun who was searching for him, and out of fright takes out the camera and flashes his bad eye damaging him for a few seconds.

Sun- "you were carring an object capable of blinding animatronics with you and you didn't use it against Chica to escape?!"

Gregory- "I didn't remember! I was more focused on running than taking a camera out of my pocket!"

Sun-pointing at himself with his hands- "And you had to remember when you saw ME?!"

Monty grabs Moon by the neck and throws him like a stick doing a spinning motion on the air, Roxy chases after him. She comes back carrying Moon with her mouth.

Freddy has an existential crisis by seeing endos. Moon is there awkwardly watching him. He gives him a pat on the back.

The auxiliary arm of the protective cylinder is broken, Gregory has to repair Sun manually. Trying to put his face plate back the nose falls off and Gregory nervously catches it juggling. They look between each others and the nose.

Sun-"..." "Gregory"

Gregory-"..."

Sun-"come on, say it"

Gregory-"..." "Got your nose~"

Vanessa is explaining something to the group. Moon is behind her copying her movements. The others are trying not to laugh. She notices and throws a flashlight at Moon.

They divide in groups. Moon gets on Monty's backs like a gremlin.

Moon-"go gator boy"

Monty-"I hate you"

One last, this is a whole scene that needs a bit of context. The current team members are Gregory, Freddy, Sun/Moon. They have figured out that the safe mode prevents animatronics from acting weird/hostile (found out the hard way in an encounter with moon and a fuse box). Though Moon seems not to attack Gregory anymore they wanted to test it with the rest of the band and found Chica, some things happened, they left her in her room in sleep mode and went to roxy raceway. This begins when they head to the west arcade to repair the service bot's head and on their way they encounter Chica out of the sleep mode but more normal.

(Forgive my poor writing, this was more of a script)

The four of them stare at each other until one decides to react.

Sun–”HELLLLO” Chica– holding her left arm–”A- Hiii, umm” Freddy– “He-hello Chica! What got you here??” Chica– “I-uh…patrol? I- think?? There… There is a child lost in the pizzaplex and we were, like- told to go find him, remember?” “Actually, wait, why are you out of your room? I thought maintenance put you on lock down- And what is the Daycare attendant doing out of the Daycare? it’s not the end of the hour yet- Oh!”–she just saw Gregory behind Freedys legs–”hey! you got the kid-”–flashback of the garbage compactor–”GET HIM”–she points at him with a dart gun– Sun–gets in the way–”WOAH WOAH WOW easy there!” Freddy–”Chica- wait! It’s ok he’s with us” Chica–”T-that-that kid is a menace! He- we should-HAVE to take him to the officer Vanessa–” Gregory–*gasp * Freddy & Sun– “NO!” Chica–”????wha-?

Freddy– “We must not take him to her.” Chica- “You guys kidding?” “These are literal-plain-instructions that you are- just-” “That kid threw me through the garbage compactor!” Gregory–”You tried to kill me!” Chica–”what?! No! I couldn’t do that, that’s against my programming!” Sun–”Uuumm, about that miss-” Chica–”YOU”–points at Sun with the gun– Sun–”?!” Chica–”You were there too!” “You have been with this kid all this time!” Sun–hands up-”Iwastryingtostophim” Freddy–”Chica, calm down, I know what this looks like but-” Sun–”OHMYGOSHWAITGUYS, she’s not hostile!” Chica–”wha-?” Freddy–”what…?” Gregory–”what??” “She’s literally pointing at us with a gun” Sun–standing next to Chica, pointing at her while looking at Freddy and Gregory–”I just noticed! her behavior changed-!” Chica–redirects the gun to re-target him–”you’re getting too close” Sun–ignores that–”She’s back to normal! That means the safe mode worked, we can use this!”

Chica–”What are you talking about?” Freddy–”You’re right! That’s a relief” “right Gregory?” Gregory–”...Yyyyyeah? I guess, yeah” Chica–”seriously, what do you all mean?” Freddy–”Well, It’s a little long story-” Sun–”And we will explain it to you!” “BUT not now, we are in a rush!” “To repair this bot-head so Gregory can ride the racecar” Chica–”...” “‘you serious?” Sun–”yep!” “Say, Gregory! You still want to ride?” Gregory–”uh-yeah” Sun–”Then let’s go!” “TO THE WEST ARCADE!”–grabs Freddy and Gregory and takes them there–”You can come if you want~!” Chica–”...” “OH- GOLLY, WELL” “I guess I’ll just go with you even though I don’t understand what is happening! And no one is going to give me an explanation!” Freddy–”-I promise that I’ll give you a wide explanation once we are done with all this… But in a more private place”

There are actually a couple more of scenes before this one (and after) but I'm not very confident of showing those (or any actually but I don't want this to be buried in my documents and forgoten because I really want to at least make a decent story)

Also, I know that the canon heights for the animatronics are like 6 ft but I prefered my height variety headcanons. Maaaaaybe they are a little too tall looking at it now that I look at it again but, eh.

[queenofallimagines]

Satan if you were a satanist before you arrived in the devildom

A/n: listennnn in between getting dragged by the Lucifer chat bots, writing two really long fics and having brain worms about this Au I’ve had so many thoughts and Satan has landed in my radar☺️ asmo and Simon are NEXT bc guardian angels are a whole DIFFERENT can of worms

I’m gunna use like ACTUAL satanic lore mixed in w the game lore

Satan:

- okay so boom

- Right off the bat he can tell you are different

- Sitting back waiting to see how you react to everyone

- Takes note you’re much more respectful to him than the rest

- Thought you were walking on eggshells because you were terrified of him but you ain’t scared at all

- You see through all his pranks

- “He’ll probably see that coming a mile away. Try moving it over here Lucifer don’t check there.”

- Color him impressed

- Does see you don’t really freak out like his brothers when he goes into one of his little rage fits

- When he offered to make the pact with you to piss Lucifer off you were really caught at a pass

- Like for one you technically already have a soft pact with him being a devotee

- But also you don’t want to disrespect him by saying no

- Choosing to not get on Lucifer’s bad side because you still do have a mission to do in that attic, soyou politely decline

- “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to make a pact with you that isn’t built on a mutual trust and understanding”

- He’s always told you to sniff out a trap and you were NOT falling for it

- Blinded by rage for not getting his way, that’s when he lashes out

- He feels something weird in his chest when he looks at you in that moment but he can’t quite understand it. Like a tugging feeling at the back of his head trying to tell him something

- When you get caught I. The middle of the whole “they’re the same person thing” you just roll your eyes

- “No shit they’re not the same person🙄😒 Satan and Lucifer couldn’t be more different, Lucifer is the morning star and Satan is more tricker than anything :/ crazy how yall don’t do research”

- Ngl he almost fell for you right then and there

- He cannot STAND that especially when humans call anything and everything Satan and refer to him and Lucifer like they’re the same person.

- Looks at you with star eyes for a second before sticking to you like glue. He’s very fascinated with you and wants to study you under a microscope

- Ask you if you’re like Solomon and have been studying for years

- Did you manage to get your hands on some devildom textbook somehow?

- Maybe even some texts form the celestial realm

- “Not really but that would be super cool to read.”

- He himself hates misinformation so you be correcting all the demon brothers with the quickness

- Lucifer is very annoyed and Satan is elated

- Notices you looking at him a lot, like you’re analyzing him

- Ofc he’s blunt and isn’t gunna beat around the bush he asks you what you’re doing starring at him like that

- “It’s really nice to see what you actually look like… if you’re shape shifting all the time and this is the form you stay in full time it’s… nice to see you face to face”

- Confused for a second because he doesn’t often make trips directly to the human world even for a summoning

- “Well I mean, in the human world we don’t actually know what you look like. The only book that has a description of what you looked like and are has the pages mysteriously ripped out and have never been found. I assume that was your doing?”

- Shocked pikachu bc he fr forgot he did that in his younger years

- His mischievous tendencies have been delegated directly to Lucifer, he understands the value of books now

- “Ah,,, I do recall doing that. It would make sense why you’re starring at me so hard.”

- Blushes when you call him a pretty boy

- Like he’s in his room kicking his feet giggling

- You bring him his offerings directly

- He won’t even realize you’re doing deity work with him and is just excited to spend time with you

- Whenever you come back home from class or whatever you give him little things you got in your way back or snacks he likes

- Nobody has ever seen satan smile this much

- Lucifer peeps when it’s your turn to cook dinner you just so happen to favor foods Satan likes and uses ingredients he does to cook too

- Will be very suspicious of you mirroring his behavior

- Satan is none the wiser truly he’s assure at familiar feeling is like some star crossed lovers stuff and you were meant to meet by fates hands

- Has so many cute cat themed things in his room from you

- Lucifer is not liking how you seem to be trying to gain his trust for your own reasons but he can’t sense anything malicious.

- He can’t pinpoint any alternate motive for this behavior

- Satan will not notice until someone points it out to him

- Lucy straight up asks you why you’re getting so friendly with him

- Mammon also chimes in that you seem like you’re sucking up to him, and Satan feels conflicted be he doesn’t like how they’re accusing you but also the fact that you might be just being nice to him because you want something is setting his nerves on fire

- Rolling your eyes you shoot back at Lucifer that you’re just worshiping Satan like you usually do

- The old man is takes aback and Satan is like…. I beg your pardon?😀

- “Satan has been my patron for years now, the only thing that’s different is that I can give him my offerings and ask him for help directly”

- Mammon is chewing the carpet he’s supposed to be your first man!

- Satan is flabbergasted and is searching his memory for this information

- Before he remembers

- “How did I not notice??”

- “I thought you knew??”

- “NO???”

- Dinner is wild bc now asmo asking for embarrassing memories of you

- Rip bc Satan gon tell it ALL😭

- I feel like he’d be the type to keep a log so he might not remember every single face and name because he does fuck with some people who summon him

- Grabs your notebook from his room and starts reciting shit BAR FOR BAR

- “Oh yeah i remember this! You were quite a rowdy child picking fights with everyone. Your temper was awful”

- “YOU DO NOT GET TO FUCKING SAY THAY TO ME!!”

- laughing because he’s taking a stroll down memory lane and he’s dragging you along

- Can feel your anger a mile away, he’s in your ear now more than EVER going “don’t you want to go apeshit?”

- Constantly encouraging you to loose your temper on Lucifer

- He feeds off your rage and it feels almost euphoric to him, because he’s an instigator if anything😭

- “Where the fuck is your rage?? Lucifer was definitely disrespecting you👀👀”

- Exhausting

- Lucifer will get on him about having you up for hours on end reading and studying when you need to sleep

- You will NOT fail any class not on his fucking watch! He’s gunna make sure you excel in this exchange program academically

- Even if he’s not who you ask for things he’s helping you

- “Do NOT as belphie for help with dream interpretation I’ll help you!!”

- Very proud to show you off

- “Y’all see MY human?”

- Mammon is trying not to start problems on purpose

- He will probably bend you over Lucifer’s desk bestie it’s inevitable

- If you’re intimate before he knows he’s really gentle and makes sure to take his time with you

- If it’s after he will be rough and mean

- He definitely cares about you and loves you but he will pretend he’s using you as a toy

- As if he’s your god and you’re nothing but a lowly mortal designed to be used and filled up by him

- Choking you out and breeding you for hours on end

- Will be so incredibly gentle with aftercare it’s almost like he’s a different person

- “Look at you drooling and can’t even keep your eyes focused. Pathetic. You’re too stupid to think of anything other than how I’m ruining you”

- Makes you struggle to walk every time

- Gets carried away and marks you everywhere like diavolo asking you why there’s a hickey on your ankle😭

- Almost buys you a collar if Lucifer didn’t stop him

- Wants you to know you belong to him and you’re his little follower

- Tells you how good you are for him and gives you a nice reward

- “You’re so good for me, so eager to please and make me happy. My human deserves a reward hm?”

- Cocky asf for no reason PLEASE humble his ass!!

- Gets off on it when you pin him down and call him pathetic

- “The great avatar of wrath Satan himself bouncing on my lap like a whore desperate to get off.”

- He’s literally turning to mush for you

- Whimpering and looking at you with teary eyes

- “P-please I need to cum I’ll do anything”

- Bites back a moan when you coo at him that he’s so pathetic needing a mortal to get off

- He can feel how mean you are and your anger through your pact and it’s making his body buzz with excitement

- Panting and wiggling his hips he’s begging you to fill him up

- Call him a good kitty and he probably won’t be able to last

- Likes when you punish him like best his ass fr leave bruises make his ass bright red!!

- He’s really just attached to you and will cause a big issue when you have to leave the devildom at the end of the year😅

[jasperstanaccount]

II16 spoilers //

I saw someone complaining that the twist sucks because there was “no foreshadowing”, so here’s a list of evidence off the top of my head:

• In Theft and Battery Cobs straight up says “he didn’t tell you it was fake?”

• In Ep1 of Season 3, MePhone says that the newbies are meant to be fans of the show. However none of them actually knew what the show was, as stated by Clover

• Various exit interviews (Test Tube, Paintbrush, Silver Spoon) — All of them allude to the fact that the contestants don’t remember life before the game

• Cabby being unable to remember her parents

• Bot being the only one who doesn’t know who Springy is

• Taco and Balloon staying around — If Taco and Balloon were hated by everyone, wouldn’t it make more sense for them to simply.. leave and go back to their friends and families they had before the game? But they didn’t — they stuck around because their fellow contestant are *all they’ve known*.

• Apple feeling meaningless outside the game & staying instead of simply leaving and returning home (she has no home)

• The fact nobody mentions why they want to win the games — In the entirety of II history, not a single character has said why they want to win any of the seasons they’re participating in. That’s because they have no reason other than the fact that they were created by MePhone to play in the game

• The characters being stereotypes of their objects — This one’s self-explanatory, especially with the S2&3 contestants.

• MePhone subconsciously generating a labyrinth in Mazed and Confused and just rolling with it

• Mile high pie, oatmeal raisin cookies causing global warming, Dr. Fizz being a soda brand and an actual doctor — These are all nonsensical things that someone who doesn’t know how the actual world works would come up with

• MeLife — MePhone can only bring back his contestants to life (if Dr Fizz was a real doctor, don’t you think he’d encourage MePhone to share this technology with the rest of the world?)

• Ballpoint Pen — Shaped like Cobs, completely disappeared without a trace, is totally just MePhone’s subconscious brought to life

• On that note, non-contestants randomly showing up on the Invitational island & leaving despite MePhone saying there was no way off the island in Episode one

• Steve Cobs being the only one with an actual name

I know for a fact that there’s even more, but this is just off the top of my head. This twist has been years in the making, and I think it’s a bit disrespectful to say that there was no foreshadowing. Just because it’s a twist you personally don’t like doesn’t mean it’s a bad one!

[annabelle-creart]

A lil Blurr redesign for the Life of Rescue Bots Au because I wanted her to look femenine (I know in the show is male but Rescue bots don’t have enough women and I wanted some body angst for the Chase and Blurr plot, and by that I mean father and daughter plot)

I added the lil things that look like antenae cause of Chase’s moving fins of his head sides, that move when he hears something, and also I added an ambulance mode because they really need a real ambulance in the program, they don’t even have one in academy :v

In conclusion: i keep much of the body shape cause of her personal plot but also wanted her head to look femenine, and of course her character as well, added and alt mode ambulance and antennae so she would look physically more to Chase

In this Au she was an ilegal racer back on Velocitron before the war knock at the planet, she was one of the best but always get injured, the debts were higher and with the police getting out of control just as the people, she and Salvage decided to escape together to another planet near, but something went wrong and they both ended up crashing on earth and then into stasis, if they weren’t asleep so much time they would probably had Chase’s age but due to the stasis, they remain as teenagers, the day the sky turn red and green due to the battle between Mandroid and the autobots, the ship they were trapped into send a signal to Griffin Rock, because it was near, so the rescue team went into the rescue and awake them, becoming since then the two new members of the rescue team with Sissi. Even if sometimes acts like a kid she is really passionate and love people but is a little insecure in the moment of recieve and give care, she was orphan just like Salvage, they only learned to trust in each other, even when Blurr treat Salvage like less and lie to him too much times to count it or Salvage says things at her ear to annoying her and keep her away from the rest.

it’s actually something i want to talk about not here but in a comic but if Blurr and Salvage are teenagers who grew up alone and treated like scrap i would not be surprised that they depend too much into each other at the point of a toxic relationship where Blurr treats Salvage like less even if can’t do anything without him and Salvage makes her think no one is enough or secure for her except him, so, yeah, both have problems and need therapy… you know? I’m going to edit Salvage’s psychiatric disorder from ‘none’ to ‘emotional dependent’ I literally just thought in the idea and like, i didn’t even planned that Salvage and Blurr would be such a mother fraggers ajksjaksjs

But don’t think wrong, Blurr and Salvage are not bad, they are just hurted and don’t know how to deal with the situation, Blurr can be a little egotistical for all the years she had been thinking and taking care about herself and Salvage talk to her just like she wants because he knows her well, enough to be like a second conscience, they do what they think necesary to survive because what is now a toxic relationship was Salvage’s superhero who could keep him safe and sound and never allowed a night without energon, and Blurr’s family who cure her wounds and kept her faith in humanity (well, velocitranity?), they just were together too much time and started treating the other with more authority than they actually have.

I think sleep absence is making me do angst, night mfs, I need more sleep than Kade dreaming with gremlins

[gummybear1031]

I've actually been watching good horror movies recently. "Terminator;" "Jaws;" the original "Mummy," which is racist but not as racist as expected. All of the "Friday the 13th"s up to "Jason X."

Then, my mama told me I may have been conceived during a movie called "Chopping Mall." So I HAD to watch that. (Don't worry. I wasn't; the timing is a few months off.)

Sir, why are you shooting directly into R2DBag’s metal plating? Surely, the obviously glowing weak point of his eye is where you should be aiming.

It’s been exactly a minute-and-a-half, and this movie is obviously a great idea. 

I really wanted their designations to be ACAB, not Protector. Also, I’m glad that the CEO keeps going “They can’t kill people!” while explaining all the ways in which they could kill people. 

“They remind me of your mother. It’s the laser eyes.” is amazing. 

Dude: “Absolutely nothing can go wrong.” Title: *immediate blood red lettering* CHOPPING MALL

The old couple watching the young couple PDA’ing all over the place, turning to each other like they were going to complain, and then kissing was absolutely adorable. I’m going to be real sad if they get Killbotted. 

Did malls have independent restaurants in them? Ours only had chain stores and fast food. 

The chef is wiping the spatula on his apron, and the waitress has her ticket book in the food. I need to call the 1980s health department. 

Lightning strikes: the natural enemy of AI Killbots. 

Less than 10 minutes in the movie and the Killbots have gone rogue! This movie doesn’t play around. 

Monday? Is the mall closed on weekends? That seems unlike everything I’ve heard about them. 

For it to be lightning this much, there doesn’t seem to be any thunder and it doesn’t look like it’s raining. 

I’ve been married for seven years, and that lingerie trick would have worked on my spouse too. 

I’m assuming all these stores are actually parodies of real popular 1980s stores that I’m not familiar with. Or this is the only shopping mall in history where everything is run by locals. 

In 1986, my mama’s hair looked almost exactly like Susie’s but black from her shoulders down. I think she may have had that exact same outfit too. 

Did the Killbots clean up their murder?

Do these kids not know about the Killbots?

Does the Killbot not care about the “party?” I put it in quotations because I’m not sure it is a party. 

Wait, is the restaurant called Licorice Pizza? 

…She doesn’t allow him to go down on her? What man wrote this? 

Why is everybody so obsessed with drinking in the mall? 

Maybe don’t be aggressive with the taser bot that has sent a bolt into the puddle of water you’re standing in, Walter. 

Either Mike is really bad at sex or Leslie is really good at it. Or they’re both idiots who weren’t written to sound like real people. 

The music is so bad, but I kinda love it. It really matches the rest of the movie. 

How did the Killbot open those doors? 

I feel like the store owners would be really upset about the Killbots crashing through their front doors and shooting all their stuff. Probably more upset than they would be about the loss of life. 

Ever since Walter died, the only thing I can think of when I see the Killbots is “You are metal and triangular, like a R2, the strongest shape.” (Walter the Catt is “orange and triangular, like a 3D Dorito, the strongest shape.”)

Linda and Allison should punch Suzie in the face and then drag her along the vent. Or let her go alone. She’s going to get them all killed. 

Suzie, are you even trying? Why are you just lying there and screaming? Oh! Now that you’re on fire, you try to move! 

Allison is the only competent person in this whole movie. 

And they still give the gun back to Ferdy. 

Greg is not wrong. They should’ve kept Suzie in the air vent, even if they had to punch her in the face and drag her unconscious body. 

The reason y’all haven’t seen him is ‘cause he’s on the third level. If you go up there, he will zap you with laser bolts of head explosion. 

Y’all need to punch Greg in the face, the same way you should’ve punched Suzie. He’s going to get y’all killed. 

Nevermind. 

Are y’all forgetting the Killbots exploded the last door you barricaded? Also, you’ve seen them use the escalators; they’re going to go to the same one you are. 

Linda and Rick were smart. Until it was time to die. Then they became idiots. Bye, guys, I miss you having a brain cell. 

Now it’s Allison’s chance to be dumb. Why don’t they both have a gun? Or at least give one to the person who can shoot. 

Wait. The phones work. Mike answered one before he was killed by Killbot 1. So why didn’t they try to call for help? 

Why does this pet store only have spiders, snakes, and one barking dog? 

And one cat. Where did Kitty even come from? It looked like someone yeeted them from offscreen. 

Allison, what are you doing? When Ferdy died, did he take the brain cell with him? 

Killbot2 is going to roll out of the wreckage of the elevator any second now, I know it. Nevermind. Ferdy is the actually alive character. 

Actually pretty good, but I don’t think it lived up to the promise of the name.

[fuchsiacore8]

Reminiscence

Hiya! I just wrote this quick fic to warm me up for future stories. I hope you'll enjoy it, and don't hesitate to share. Writing is my main passion^^ --- By swiftly unfolding his umbrella under the rainstorm, he breathed slowly, letting the air of this planet filling his lungs as a welcoming embrace. The heaviness of the petrichor tilted his memories onto his tender childhood, where joy and sparkling stories met forevermore. Around him, neons lights shone blindly on his clothes, pearling the few droplets that were managing to get on his suit from the wind.

“Earth didn't change, isn't it?”

A flying bot shaped like a tennis ball emitted a joyous sound, placing itself in front of his owner before turning around itself many times before being caught in its own giddiness. Its owner tenderly secured his bot and placed it in a pocket of his coat, a thin smile drawn on his face.

“I'm happy to be back home too, Hope.”

On those words, the visitor closed the door of his car and crossed the street, tilting his umbrella as so his bot and himself wouldn't be dampen by the angled rain. He kept walking like this until the sign of a camera shop appeared on his filed of vision. It had a neat simplistic logo of a camera snapping a robot in a flash, lighted by an incandescent bulb, flickering dangerously by the force of the wind. He opened the door, shook his umbrella to get rid of the excess of water, then took refuge inside where warmth and dimmed light hailed him silently. A bell rang just above him, but no one responded, so he went down the stairs, feeling the old wooden steps creaking under his feet, the sound resonating in the walls of the basement, and the quieted sound of the rain hitting the door.

Downstairs, a few shelves with many accessories were standing around the room like skyscrapper. Near the cash register, two shelves made of glasses stood at each side, displaying the cameras and the most expensives lenses. Some tripods and bags were hanging on the wall while others were simply resting in a corner with a tag written "50% WOW!" over them.

A few moments later, someone came out of the office in the back to welcome their customer.

“Hello there, my sincere apologies if I took this long to-CALCIOS? IS THAT REALLY YOU?”

“H-hey, Aster... it's... been a while...”

The two robots looked at each other in silence, incapable of saying anything. Hope took this opportunity to quickly flied away from Calcios's coat and nudged him to walk toward his friend. Not even a meter away from each other, Aster threw themselves into their friend's arms, hugging him tight as to not let him go by fear of losing him. While the flying bot decided to watch them from the counter, Calcios returned the affection by those whispering words he had held for years.

“I missed you...”

“I missed you too, buddy. How long has it been since we last saw each other?”

“10 years I believe.”

Aster let go of their friend, not wanting to compress his friend like a compactor. They seized this opportunity to properly observe their friend, to memorize each piece of metal, to engrave this vision as a way to believe their friend was truly present. It could be a dream. Many times he dreamt of seeing their friend, waking up to false hope each time. But this time, Calcios was truly standing in his camera shop, his eyes wandering away.

“You're... staring a bit too much.” managed to say the visitor, his face faintly glowing red as to express a blushing feeling.

“Oh my bad, I was just admiring how you changed, you know?” Aster walked around their friend, this time examining him like he was a patient in their clinic. “You've changed some parts while you were away from Earth. I'm in love with those longer green ears. Are they antennas?”

Calcios nodded in panic, definitely shy from this excessive display of attention coming from his friend, not that he really wanted to stop them. At the opposite, Aster has not changed a single bit, even the deep, shallow cut in their breast plate. That injury made him remember why he quit earth in the first place, but also why he came back, but he didn't want to think about that. Right now, it was time for the happy reunion, and he wanted to express it.

“Hum... sooo... what's poppin?”

Once again, they stared at each other in silence, but this time, Calcios felt the cringeness of his words burning in his core, and he felt stupid.

“Calcios happy to see Aster. Calcios not good at words.”

Aster snatched Hope by using their telescopic hands and played with it like it was a tennis ball, ignoring the impassible complain of the bot. They didn't really care about how stupid or weird their friend sounded. Aster knew what was "poppin".

“Oh you know, still selling cameras while trying to figure out how you could fall in love with me,” answered Aster with a playful tone in their voice.

“Robots don't fall in love.”

“... 10 years away from those humans didn't teach you anything?”

Decidedly, those two robots were truly talentuous at creating awkward silence after another, but this time, a coldness, and a familiar one, weighed around them. Astel caressed their chest plate as to reminisce the reason of this whole "situation".

“You know what? Let's leave it at that for now.” Aster finally let go of Hope and walked back to their counter. “Did you want to buy a camera? I have this amazing Fujifilm XT-9 that comes with this amazing lens for only 14.999 tellurian currency. If you still have some american dollars, I think it's 4 100$, but I could gift you a bag because you're my friend.”

Calcios shushed their offer and leaned over the counter, closing the distance without any warning. His mouth nearly tapped against Aster's cheek, but instead, mere words came out like a bullet, a single sentence that froze Aster in place.

“I took it back”

On the counter, an old photo album was laying in front of the camera shop owner with the words "for my friends Calcios and Aster" engraved as a souvenir. At the bottom right, They read the name "Fuchsia", a name that reverberated a myriad of memories through their core. Aster opened the first page, then froze again by the sight of their passing friend, taken away by those who created them. The shop owner looked up, but Calcios was nowhere to be seen. The flying bot was also gone. Silence finally reigned like it always did. Aster wished they could cry, but robots don't shed tears, and they only had their interiorized affliction runing rampant through their circuit.

“You said robots don't love, but you didn't chase a single human for 10 years only to brink back a relic of our passed away friend for nothing...”

Aster let themselves fall on the ground, shaking uncontrollably from their overwhelming feelings. They looked at their injury once again, something they never bother to replace because they wanted to remember how their own creators, humans, also tried to be their destructors. Aster gently hugged the photo album, truly happy to have gain back their friend's memories.

[lazypeachsoul]

i don't need your help - i.r.

Request: "Hello! i saw that your requests are open and you better believe i jumped, hahaha. Anyways, can i request an ivar x plus size reader story? maybe something about how her body is different from most of the females there, because they're all training and are shieldmaidens, whereas she is just soft and not a fighter? would be cool if his brothers would be included too. i dont have a specific storyline in mind, but i'd love a bit of angst and looots of fluff! Thank you so much!!!" by anon

Warnings: the tiniest bit of angst (bc i'm not very good at it), discussions of weight and body shape, people being mean, ivar being...ivar. there is body descriptions in this fic, but only weight and shape descriptions.

Word count: 2,6k

A/N: i swear between the heat and the bad internet, my computer almost died uploading this. really hope you like day 1 of Ivar's week tho! 🌼

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Every being in nature seems to have an aversion towards those who are different. You had known that since you were a child and the other kids weren’t very keen on letting you play with them. Or when you went to the market to buy things from home and people looked at you differently from your siblings.

Your mother held you when you cried because your father celebrated your older siblings for starting their training and looked at you with disappointment. There was a silent pressure for kids to become vikings and help the city thrive by bringing treasures and gold from raids. And when you expressed zero interest in joining the battle it became a new reason for the whole of Kattegat to give you dirty looks.

She tried telling you it was okay all those times you came home crying because somebody was mean to you or when the boy you liked seemed to ignore you in favour of your sister who thanks to her training was starting to look leaner and stronger.

Your mother told you the puppy fat would disappear as you grew and you would become a beautiful woman. She was right, you did become a beautiful young woman but you didn’t need to lose anything for it to happen.

The first leaves had started to touch the ground signaling the end of summer, and the boats arriving back to the fjord signaled the end of another raiding season. It had been your siblings first season and even when you tried not to, you were riddled by the fear that they wouldn’t be returning. But even with your worries, you still had to carry on working the fields while your mother cared for the house.

It was a warm afternoon, but with the setting sun a chilly breeze hit the workers returning home. when you approached Kattegat you could hear celebration and joyful conversation and that could only mean one thing, the warriors had returned.

You quickly said goodbye to the rest of the workers and tried to pick up your pace to arrive home, heart pounding in your chest. Your walk, or was it a run?, was interrupted when you crashed into a solid body. Looking up you saw Cnut, one of the men your age in Kattegat. You could tell the raid must have been difficult by the huge scarring on his face, but somehow that creepy smile hadn’t left.

“Look who it is. We missed you on the raid.” He slurred, probably the effect of the celebratory drinks that must have been served since their arrival. “Oh wait, we all know you wouldn’t survive on a battlefield, you probably can’t even run with the extra weight.”

The words didn’t even hurt as much as he probably thought they did. It was true that you were heavier than the rest of the girls around town, even more than the shieldmaidens he surrounds himself with, but you had grown accustomed to his remarks. Cnut had been the first boy you had liked years ago, what possessed you to feel that way you couldn’t recall. He was also the first boy who broke your heart by making fun of your appearance in front of the rest of the kids.

“Cnut, glad to see you didn’t perish this raiding season. Your wife must be very happy.” You tried to smile, not bothering to show your disdain. “Or she would if you had one.”

Cnut tried to push you back with the small amount of strength his inebriated state allowed him. You moved with the push but still stood your ground, not willing to let the asshole ruin your afternoon.

“You know what, you would be so much prettier if you shut your mouth.” He grabbed your face, digging his nails into your soft cheeks. “And you got rid of the flab.”

You huffed, pushing him back and making him stagger. His situation meant he probably wasn’t at his best in agility, but from his expression you could tell he was also very surprised. It was probably a stupid move, he was still stronger than you but you wouldn’t stand his disgusting words.

He was getting ready to swing when he paled and a cold threatening voice was heard behind you.

“Cnut, you weren’t about to hit a woman were you? I wouldn’t be surprised, you are still the coward you were when you left.”

You turned around and looked down, almost choking on your breath when you found the youngest prince of Kattegat staring at the man behind you. Every part of your brain told you you should be scared of the prince, everyone in town was and for a good reason, but at that moment you were grateful for his appearance.

“Prince Ivar, she disrespected me. I would only hit a woman to defend my honor.” Cnut spoke with more clarity, he probably sobered up with the icy glare from Ivar.

“The fact that a common woman hurt your honor worries me, aren’t you supposed to be one of Kattegat’s best warriors?” Ivar crawled closer to you, making Cnut take a step back. And you probably would have too if you weren’t frozen on the spot. “Leave, before I take matters into my own hands.”

The drunk man scattered quickly away from the scene and you gulped at finding yourself alone with the dangerous prince. You were reluctant to even talk in fear of offending Ivar.

You could tell he was looking at you, he didn’t have a discreet gaze, and you still chose to look anywhere but his way. With a loud huff he tugged on your dress skirt to force you to look, and he won.

“Th-thank you Ivar, Prince Ivar. Iv-My prince.” You were angry at your nervous reaction, he had just ‘saved’ you from Cnut, he wouldn’t hurt you...right? “Thank you for your intervention, my prince. But I think I can still manage that asshole.”

You cursed yourself for running your mouth in front of Kattegat’s royalty, but Ivar seemed to have enjoyed the comment because now a smile was on his face. A smile that on anybody else’s face would have felt threatening but on his it looked almost friendly.

“So you did hurt his honor...Good, he deserves it.” His eyes seemed to unfocus for a moment and you wondered if he was thinking about some memory.

You took the distraction to look around you, the sun was almost fully set now and the only light around town was the one escaping the houses and the hall. You remembered you should go home and see how your family was. Turning around again Ivar was still lost in thought and you cleared your throat, making him snap out of it and look at you with a hardened look.

“I should leave my prince, I need to check on my siblings.” You pointed in the direction of your house. “Thank you for stopping Cnut, I don't think my mother would have liked to see me with a bruised cheek.”

With a small nod you turned around and started walking as fast as your tired legs allowed you towards your house, leaving the prince behind.

Ivar sat on the ground, wiping the sweat off his brow after another sword fight with Hvitserk. His siblings were still basking on the attention and praises of a successful raid, everybody wanting to congratulate the brave princes for their strength. And if Ivar had to listen to those praises again he would not hesitate to mursed someone.

He had been underestimated his entire life for his legs, and now that he was showing how actually dexterous he was with a sword, they still wouldn’t allow him to join them. Looking around he saw Sigurd with a sour face, probably angry that he wasn’t allowed to join the addventure either. Only he knew he would join sometime in the future, Ivar wasn’t even sure about that.

He tried to ignore his older brothers and their boring conversation and instead looked around the field. Why Ubbe and Hvitserk had insisted they were going to train here instead of their usual clearing in the woods he didn’t understand. But he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to prove himself in front of others.

He was busy cleaning the blade of his sword when a familiar voice reached his ears. Snapping his head in the direction of the sound he found you wearing a beautiful red dress and carrying a basket filled with food. He took his time to fully look at you, this time with proper light reflecting from your hair and your round face. Your face had a glow characteristic of having spent hours under the sun during the summer, your hair looked carefully styled and your dress seemed to be too proper for a visit to the training field.

You reached a ground of people, pushing the basket in the direction of another young woman with a smile, and smiling big at the man next to her.

He was still too busy gawking when he felt a kick to his hip, making his snap his attention to the owner of the offending foot. Hvitserk, of course it was him and that stupid smile.

“Looking at someone, Ivar?” He did not appreciate the teasing tone, or the way his brother quickly looked in your direction. “Oh, I can see what you were looking at. Come see Ubbe.”

The other brother, who had tried to keep his distance, now came closer to him and looked where Hvitserk was pointing. Ivar tried to stop his brother before he opened his big mouth but he wasn’t fast enough.

“She looks...deliciously plump.” Hvitserk commented with a smile and Ivar didn’t know if it was because of the comment or the meaning hidden behind the words, but he wanted to fight his brother until he shut him up. “You know her?”

He shrugged, trying to not make a big deal out of it. “I’ve seen her around, when you lot are away it’s easier to pay attention to the people who live here.” Both his brothers looked at him with a face that told him he had been caught in his parcial lie. With a scoff he added. “I also had to intervene the other day when Cnut was being an asshole and almost hit her.”

Both Ubbe and Hvitserk jumped at the last comment, probably getting ready to find the offender and make him pay for threatening a woman.

“Wow, you never reacted like that when he made fun of my legs.” The sarcasm was dripping from his voice and he couldn’t help but smile sardonically. “Don’t worry, she’s a big girl. She didn’t even need my help.”

The expression on the older men changed to surprise, eyes going back to look at your form and probably think how you could handle yourself against a big man like Cnut. Ubbe’s face lit up when he connected the dots seeing your company and he looked back at the youngest.

“But that’s not the first time you’ve seen her, is it Ivar?”

Confused faces adorned two of the three brothers, although Ivars hid his thundering heart at the realization that he might have been caught. Hvitserk’s was just pure confusion, prompting Ubbe to explain further.

“She’s the daughter of one of father’s trusted warriors. She and her siblings used to play with us when we were kids. Well, her siblings played chase while she stayed on the side watching.” He explained, trying to refresh his brother’s memories. “And Ivar used to watch her.”

Ivar cursed the gods for giving Ubbe such a good memory. He remembered the days before his mother took him to Floki. The days when he would sit on the cart and stay on the side watching the other kids with jealousy.

“I remember, you asked mother to give her one of her ribbons so that she would be happy.” Hvisterk explained further and Ivar groaned and moved his eyes back to the blade. “She’s very pretty Ivar, even prettier than what I remember.”

He tried to ignore his brother teasing comments, having grown up with them meant he had perfected how to tune them out. But there was one that caught his attention back.

“I really hope you were right and she doesn’t need you, Cnut is making his way to her.”

His blood was boiling and he had to contain himself not to crawl and choke the man. He had always held a grudge against Cnut. He was a coward and the leader of the band of kids that would not only make fun of him but push him off the cart but also take away his stuff. All that until Ivar retaliated and he would start crying and shouting to get attention.

And now he went around trying to hit women. It was true that you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

He decided he would let you be, as much as his instinct told him to crawl your way. And he would have, until he saw that you were looking anywhere but at the man in front of you and the people surrounding the scene were laughing. In your looking around your eyes found his and although he wasn’t your closest friend he could tell there was a glint of sadness in them.

Before any of his brothers could even mutter something about the scene, he was already making his way to the scene with as much strength as his arms could muster. He stayed back, not wanting to make you look weak or like you needed help, but he gripped the handle of his ax until his knuckles turned white.

Some of the people watching the exchange had seen him, and were trying to warn Cnut that the prince was near with a less than amicable face, but the big oaf wouldn’t listen, still talking shit. Before Ivar knew what he was doing he swung his ax in Cnut’s direction, not wanting to hurt him but landing the weapon close enough to him that he would take the hint.

“I told you to stay back Cnut. Are you really stupid enough that you can’t understand me?”

His voice was cold, that kind of cold he used when he wanted to really get his point across. The men started to move back, shaking their heads as a gesture that they didn’t want to mess with the son of Ragnar. But you stayed, accompanied by who he recognized as your brother and sister.

He crawled closer to pick up the ax, but before he could reach it you picked it up and presented it to him. He carefully took it, not wanting to make sudden movements with the sharp weapon next to your hand and risk hurting you.

“I told you I could handle Cnut.” You spoke softly, avoiding being heard by the nosy people around.

“I never doubted it.” It was a short answer, and also the truth. He had acted in anger at the rest of the people who didn’t try to defend you, not thinking you couldn’t do it yourself.

“Then why did you almost chop his toes?”

“He is bully.” Ivar shrugged, placing the ax back on his belt. “And I don’t like bullies.”

You smiled at his frankness and he swore it must be contagious because he found himself smiling without realizing it. For some reason seeing your smile made him remember your chubby little face when you saw the beautiful ribbon his mother gave you. And he knew that Cnut wasn’t the cause of the outburst, the reason was that he had always felt the need to make you smile.

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[waayix]

take an old doodle of 1 staring at ur search history and a big fat info dump about her under the cut because i wanna talk about this bitch and make myself sad.

She's not canon to any AU other than my own, where she's the only internecion drone in existence. There's some angst under the cut so weeeeee

-While 1 is not a sad character by personality, nor is her story compelling, her circumstances are fucked up. She was basically a testing ground for JCJenson to see if they could make haha big murder bots but was also sent to copper 9 in a rush. But then they eventually changed their minds and abandoned the internecion line and 1 herself, figuring she would just die on her own as they worked on the next line.

-Nope, not for 1 though. She was a stubborn drone. of course, since she was a prototype she was bound to have more problems, such as aging and having worse heating problems than disassembly drones. And due to her having 3 "eyes" instead of 5, she is considered half blind by drone standards. Not that it makes a difference for her. She just sees more solid shapes than details.

-Due to the fact she was sent alone, she never really developed emotionally since she had no one to talk to and bounce off of. All her programming told her when she first woke up was to kill and survive, and since she didn't know anything else, naturally went down that path. Didn't help that understandably, workers NEVER wanted to speak with her. There were a few workers who would work with her for black market trades and smuggling due to her traveling skills, but they usually ended with them catching her on a hungry day and her eventually killing them, and everyone else avoiding her until the inevitable.

-Over the years, 1 was and still is EXTREMELY strict with herself. She refuses to let herself develop any hobbies and considers emotions a waste of time once she learned what they could do. However, this also stunted her emotional growth even more.

-Since she only had to rely on herself for anything and everything, while she is extremely reliable, she never set a goal for herself. She stopped caring about her company's protocols years ago, even moreso once the disassembly drones arrived. That just gave her more of an excuse to do her own thing. She never lets herself have anything but the bare minimum. Because in her head, that's all she needs.

-There's still a part deep down inside of 1's personality chips that wants to expand and grow, but there's an even bigger part of her that tells her it'll be a bad thing if she ever did anything else. She doesn't know why she thinks like this, and prefers to not think about it at it's core.

-In other words, 1 is stuck in a mental loop she accidentally created for herself of just sticking to the bare minimum and never trying to understand herself, anything, or anyone.

-1's A.I still has a loose concept of depression though. Strangely enough, those are the most 'peaceful' days for her. When she has a 'good oil stash' and 'good shelter', and she'll even let workers approach her during those days, when really it's just her own subconscious begging her to rest and try to think more for herself, because 1 is the workaholic type who refuses to look after herself other than food. Because she's convinced that's all she'll need.

-That's the reason why her voice box is broken, after all. Doesn't help her body's recovery nanites have also been declining, so it's only a matter of time before 1 slowly rots in her own little world, where oil just won't help her anymore.

[adoras-last-braincell]

(art by laix06)

Unbroken - Chapter 15: Healing

When Catra was in her second year of junior cadet training, she ended up in the Horde infirmary.

Injuries were common. Injuries bad enough to land a cadet in the infirmary, less so. For an injury to land Catra in the infirmary… well. The prospect of a cadet dying on their watch was the only thing that could scare a training officer badly enough to drag her there.

One moment Catra had been in the middle of a training sim, leaping effortlessly about the arena and occasionally diving in to help Adora take down an enemy, and the next a bot had charged from the shadows, straight into Adora’s blind spot. She didn’t think, just reacted; shoving Adora aside before diving for cover herself.

She hadn’t been fast enough.

The last things she comprehended were the arm of a bot descending toward her, a feeling of weightlessness, then a blinding flash of pain as she slammed into the solid metal wall of the training arena.

It took a long time for her to wake, after. Awareness came in bits and snatches. Blackness first, an empty void fading to the sterile walls of the Horde infirmary—so rare and unnerving a sight that it almost shocked her fully awake before consciousness slid from her gasp again. Muffled conversation drifted to her ears, distant and watery.

Time skipped forward, and the infirmary melted away. Instead, the familiar green light of the barracks pierced the darkness, lanced through her half-open eyes like a knife. She twitched, blinking, slowly processing the thin mattress and cool draft of the bottom bunk, then… the warm pressure of Adora’s hand loosely curled around her own, blonde head resting on her arm atop the edge of the bed.

Waking now was everything and nothing like that memory.

Catra flexed her fingers slowly, eyelids fluttering, squinting against dim light while past and present swirled through her aching mind. The ceiling looked... wrong. Her fist clenched weakly, seeking the phantom warmth that lingered on her hand.

Snatches of panicked conversation reached her ears. Not sure… alive… can’t stabilize without…

Voices shot back questions, rapid and pitched high with worry. The voices were familiar, somehow. Grating.

The ceiling was wrong.

She was forgetting something. Something important.

Adora.

A jolt of panic ran through her body, tensing every muscle as she tried to shoot upright—and fell back with a weak groan, sinking into the soft bedding. Adora. She was supposed to be alright, but the nagging concern as they flew toward Bright Moon, the panicked tone of the healers—Catra tried to pull an arm up to support her weight, but her muscles trembled and screamed. Her skin was already slick with her own sweat, soaking into the sheets that trapped her limbs.

A hand came from the murky shapes overhead, pressing her shoulder gently down into the unfamiliar mattress. Had she been able to move, she would have lashed out with claws and teeth, but now—

“Adora,” she croaked, desperately, the word muffled and cracked through her dry mouth. “Where—”

“Hush.” The voice attached to the hand was unfamiliar, but not unkind. “You must rest.”

The wrong ceiling swirled and faded away, taking the strange voices with it.

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[konigsfaerie]

Feel Better

Summary: Tony Stark is a germaphobe, but he won't leave your side when you get too sick to care for yourself.

(Fluff, cuddling)

tony stark x reader

Word count: 1,532

Tony Stark was a germaphobe. He tried to keep his body in the best shape possible, which meant staying away from sick people, only shaking hands when absolutely necessary, and always keeping hand sanitizer in his pocket. Thankfully Jarvis was there to keep an eye on you to make sure everything was okay in Tony’s absence.

Your eyes fluttered shut as chills racked your body, your arms wrapping around each other and pulling the blanket up. For a week straight, you had told yourself it was just a stomach bug, then a common cold, and now the flu. Now you were telling yourself you just needed to sweat it out, but you were absolutely shaking under the covers.

Usually your mom would come into your room and wake you with scrambled eggs and orange juice, then give you some medicine to help soothe your stomach. But all you had was Jarvis at the moment, even though you knew Tony was making him give a report every two seconds.

You were refusing to go to the doctor. There was no way you were gonna let Tony make you an appointment and take you there. He had already done far too much for you.

Your head began to feel… funny. Fuzzy. Like you were on another plane and the rest of the world was getting wider. You rose up, shoving the blankets off of you and putting two feet on the cold ground. As you got to your feet, you swayed. “J-Jarvis-” Slowly everything got darker as you fell onto your side with a thud. You were trying to keep consciousness so you wouldn’t alarm anyone but… Going to sleep would feel so much better. As Jarvis’ voice faded, so did your will to stay awake.

The next thing you knew, you heard the sound of the door handle being slammed against the wall and someone kneeling next to you. “Y/n? Y/n?” Someone was shaking you, just slightly enough to wake you up. “Tell me you can hear me.” It was Tony’s voice.

Your eyes slowly opened and you found yourself wrapped in his arms, still on the floor. “W-What happened?” you asked, pressing a hand to his muscled chest for comfort. “Tony, you could catch something.” You shook your head, moving away from his arms.

His arms tensed, moving you back. “I don’t care.”

There was nothing on his face but concern. His eyebrows knitted, pursing his lips and lifting you off of the floor and back onto your bed. “That’s it,” he started, covering you back up with your duvet. “I’m calling the doctor.” You knew now that you couldn’t argue any longer. Maybe he would have accepted your plea to just sleep it off and take Nyquil when you thought it was a cold, but now you weren’t even sure it was as simple as the flu.

-

It was pneumonia, but it would go away with antibiotics and lots of fluids. The good news was that it wasn’t contagious, but you still felt guilty that Tony was taking care of you now, silently cursing himself for ever thinking Jarvis would be up to the task.

He came into your room with a glass of cold water. As you took it, you took three gulps and gave it back. He set it on your nightstand and put the back of his hand to your forehead. “Your fever seems to be going down,” he observed.

Your eyes were threatening to close even though you could watch him hover over you all day. “You have better things to do than watch over me,” you pointed out. He had an infinite amount of projects and meetings to attend, which you would usually handle and schedule. You had offered to find him a temporary replacement, but he only told you that he didn’t want anyone else in his house handling his business.

“I have nothing better to do than watch over you,” he responded, his voice nothing but silk threatening to lull you to sleep. That’s always what his voice did. Your days usually consisted of responding to emails while he worked in his workshop. He mostly worked on upgrades to his suit and tinkered with his bots, but he talked his way through it, to himself and to Jarvis. The sound of his voice calmed you, made you feel safe. He assured you that you could have your own office, but you were fine right there.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” He was resting his hand on top of your stomach, his eyes searching yours. Yours were half closed, but you only smiled. You hadn’t ever had anyone that cared for you like this, that wanted to take care of you. He was your boss, but he had become your best friend in the past year. You felt something more for him, so much more, and while you tried your best to distance yourself to keep it from showing, all you wanted him to do was get under the covers with you and wrap his arms around you.

But you couldn’t ask him to do that.

“You make me feel better by just being here,” you responded, giving a lazy smile. You assumed that the fatigue you were feeling was just a side effect of all the antibiotics you were taking, causing you to say more than you normally would. “By just talking to me.”

His throat bobbed, reaching for your hand under the covers. His fingers twined with yours, causing your heart to jump in your chest. “You make me feel safe,” you whispered.

Tony’s lips parted. He seemed unsure what to say, but not in an uncomfortable way. Like he was unaware that’s how you felt. But how could he be? You took steps to avoid talking about how much you adored him, but it was in your eyes, it was in your face every time you spoke to him. You did adore him. He was so smart, so capable, so giving. He was everything you wanted, and while his playboy days were over, you two were so different. In age, intelligence, and experience. You didn’t know half of the things he was capable of.

He squeezed your hand. “I do?” he asked, watching your eyelids flutter open and closed. “I make you feel safe?”

There were no words you could speak that would tell him what you actually felt, in this state or any other. So you only gave him another tired smile and looked into his eyes, nodding slightly. “You feel like home.” It was barely a whisper.

He swallowed, not moving, not speaking, only staring at you for several long moments. You didn’t break eye contact, only stared back with that smile on your face. “Can I…” He was struggling with his words. Tony Stark did not struggle with his words. They were usually always sarcastic and carefully chosen.

“Can I lie down with you?”

Your smile widened, although you tried and failed to contain it. “Yeah,” you breathed, your heart racing. You moved slightly, but even that small movement caused fatigue to take over your body. It felt like the air was a cloud of pins and needles every time you moved. You gave an involuntary whimper. Tony knitted his eyebrows together again, putting one arm around your waist and moving your body for you. The pain wasn’t so bad when his arms were around you.

His arm was touching yours, but it wasn’t enough. Through your sick haze it was hard to stop yourself from doing what you actually craved, which was touching him. Every time he hugged you, you didn’t want him to pull away. Every time his arm brushed against yours or he placed a hand on the small of your back as he introduced you to a new acquaintance or business partner, you fantasized about being his. Him constantly reaching for your hand at events, giving you small kisses and flirting with each other over lunch in way too public spaces.

You didn’t know how to ask him to touch you. To hold you and make you feel safe again. You weren’t good at asking for things, things that you weren’t sure others wanted too. You only squeezed his arm, trying your best to look into his eyes again, but eventually your face went red and your eyes flicked to the wall. That was as bold as you could possibly get.

His eyes traveled down your body as he rolled on his side, wrapping his heavy arms around you as you settled into his muscled chest. In turn, you gave a contented sigh and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your legs starting to tangle between each other. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked softly.

You took a break from nestling against his chest to look up at him and nod. “Y-Yeah. Is this okay?” You bit your lip.

“It’s perfect, sweetheart.” That silk voice again that you were trying to not read too much into. He pressed your head down softly, stroking your hair and placing a kiss on your forehead. “Just sleep now.”

[mk-wizard]

Graham Burns: Analysis of the Nerd of Action

Hello, friends. Today’s character analysis is at the request of a dear reader @petrichornial​ who wanted an analysis of Graham Burns who is the genius of the Burns rescue operative family from Rescue Bots as well as Boulder’s partner and good friend.

As far as character biography goes, it is pretty simple. Graham Burns is one of the Burns kids and is younger than Kade and older than Cody, but it is never confirmed if he is older or younger than Dani though is is very likely that he is older than her because he is a university graduate though it could be that he skipped some grades from being an exceptional genius. When he was Cody’s age, he was also a Lad Pioneer and was good at it, but after getting lost in the woods one time, he left out of embarrassment. While he is a licensed and expert engineer, it is clear that he is still studying either for a Masters degree or even possibly a doctorate.  When he is first introduced to Boulder, it is under the impression that he is just a machine though after learning that he was a person, he still had some trouble respecting him as such. Graham was initially more concerned with analyzing and learning about how Boulder worked as an alien life form which made the bot very uncomfortable if not insulted. Graham quickly realized that this was not right and respected Boulder as a person for the rest of the series. They even become best friends. Amy would later develop a crush on a newcomer and fellow loveable nerd Amy though he had trouble talking to her and even made several goofs along the way before finding the confidence to just say hello to her. It isn’t known how much their relationship progressed though or if anything did become of their mutual attraction since their first meetup. At the end of the Rescue Bots series, the rescue team was separated though Graham and Boulder remained partners as they were assigned to the west coast. While Graham never made an appearance on Rescue Bots Academy, it can be concluded that he is still fulfilling that duty alongside Boulder when the bot isn’t teaching new recruits and like Cody Burns, he remains in touch with the rest of the gang.

As a character especially of his type, I have to admit that Graham really got underrated as he breaks several molds for it. Most obviously, he may be the brains, but is not without enough brawn to hold out on his own. In both the action figure line and the cartoon, Graham has work boots, a construction helmet and for the toy only, a vest. We even see that Graham does get his hands dirty, is in shape, likes to camp and he even plays sports meaning that unlike most geek characters, Graham is not physically the weakest of the team. He also doesn’t have any of those stereotypical setbacks like a plethora of dietary limits, allergies to everything (just cats) and he isn’t asthmatic. Moreover, while he does struggle with his communication skills and talking to girls, he is not so socially inept that he is consistently insensitive or says inappropriate things that make people feel uncomfortable. Graham is a gentleman, he has enough sense to think before he talks, he is not oblivious to feelings and he does like people. Yes, he’s an introvert, but he is willing to open up when the chance presents itself.

Another thing about him that is noteworthy is that his genius never becomes a drag or the only reason for his character. His knowledge of things doesn’t go beyond his industry and he never pretends to know more than he does. And there have been times where Graham had to ask for help. Back in the day, geek characters were always expected to know everything and solve problems by reading a book then becoming experts overnight. In Rescue Bots, Graham shows us that even geniuses have limits and need time to get the hang of skills that are new to them. Furthermore, Graham doesn’t have the annoying speech stereotype of talking with the tone of a book or in this snobbish way. He talks and walks like a regular person. Most notably, Graham is not even the biggest genius in Griffin Rock. That title is reserved for the scientists who reside there or have made contact with it. Nor does he ever get competitive with them or jealous of their knowledge.

The most important aspect of Graham is that he acts his age and human. Even with all his genius, Graham has the same interests as most people his age and does the things we expect him to do when in certain situations. Like eating at his desk while doing homework and he enjoys things like pizza. He is also not above making bad decisions like eating the Magic Meat/Fo-Foo just because it was there even though it smelled awful and seemed off. Or going to Kade for advice on how to approach a girl or coming up with a cologne to solve his problems with his confidence. The most notable bad decision he made though was years ago when he left the Lad Pioneers before being given his last badge out of shame after getting lost in the woods. He is a good balance of capable, but human which is good.

In short, Graham is definitely a sign of the times in how the media does still follow tropes, but now, it does so respectfully and it no longer stereotypes its characters. Graham is Graham first and a geek second. And being the geek doesn’t make him weak and he shouldn’t be if he does rescue missions.

So what do you all think of Graham Burns? Anything you want to add to this analysis?

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The Tower: Family - 6

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4012

Warnings:  Pregnancy, smut (bisexual orgy, baby making, edging, over-stimulation, oral sex, anal sex, rough sex, throat fucking, face sitting, vibrators, cock-rings, electrostimulation, multiple orgasms).

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 6: Making a Baby

Immediately after the ceremony, we had to sign all the legal paperwork and we had some photos taken.  The bots Tony had made when we were in Asgard had taken some photos at the bonding but as that had been interrupted by a large battle, there were none posed of us together as a family.  It was definitely nice we got to have this moment recorded when the bigger one hadn’t been.

The sun was setting by the time we walked over to the area on the beach set up with tables and hanging lanterns that would host our reception.  There were two large round tables, one for us and one for the guests, and next to the long tables where the buffet would be set up, there was a small round table with a large cake shaped like the Avengers Tower.

Waiters had been walking around handing out tropical-themed canapés that included coconut shrimp, chicken skewers with pineapple and mango, and mini black bean and corn empanadas, while the band played soft rock songs by Tony’s favorite bands.

When we arrived, the band stopped playing and Rhodey went up to the podium.

“Well, well, well,” he said.  “Looks like our little group of deviates has finally arrived, all official and everything.  Can we all stand and welcome them, complete and whole, and two of them legally married.”

Everyone stood and clapped as we moved up to the dance floor.  Tony and I moved to the center while the other’s circled the edge.  The band began to play ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica.  Tony spun me into his arms and we began to slow dance to it, turning slowly around the dance floor.  Steve and Bruce stepped out onto the dance floor and Tony spun me into Steve’s arms before turning and pulling Bruce against him.  We danced in pairs for a few bars and Natasha, Wanda, Bucky, and Thor moved in.  Wanda began to dance with me and I kept my cheek pressed against hers as we moved around the floor.  Finally, Sam and Clint moved in and we all switched again.  We spent the rest of the song slow dancing around each other and switching from partner to partner until we had each danced with everyone.

The song ended and we took our seats and Rhodey got back up to the podium.

“Now, we all came here from pretty far away… not like when they dragged our asses to Asgard, but still, it was a trip.  But we all know why we’re here,” Rhodey said as the staff began to set up the buffet with the starters.  “These guys are our family.  So thank you all for coming to celebrate with them.  It looks like they’re bringing out the food.  I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.  Let’s go eat.”

Our table went first.  The buffet was set up in sections.  One had a selection of cold seafood, like shrimp, oysters, and smoked salmon, one had things like crab cakes, different kinds of skewers with things from fish to tofu, stuffed mushrooms, tacos, and warm tartlets with tomato and bocconcini.  There was a salad station, and one with soups, as well as a table full of tropical fruit.  There was also a bar that was specializing in brightly colored tropical cocktails.

“Thank god,” Tony said as he began loading up his plate with crab legs.  “I’m starving.  I’ve been fasting so I’d look good in a suit.”

“Are you kidding?”  Natasha asked.  “You’re basically a coat hanger.  Everything looks good on you.”

Tony chuckled.  “Thanks, Red,” he said.  “But I didn’t want to be all bloated.”

“Well, eat up, you dope,” I teased.  “Gonna need your energy.”

“Already calling me a dope?”  Tony asked.

“You are a dope,” I teased.  “And don’t drink too much either.”

“Wow, Elise,” Tony deadpanned.  “We’re married two minutes and you’re already trying to change me.”

“I need you at your peak performance tonight,” I whispered and headed back to the table with my plate piled high with different things.

“Pfft,” Tony scoffed as he followed along after me.  “That’s what Thor is for.”

“I can only ensure that you are fertile.  I can’t ensure you’ll be able to perform,” Thor said playfully.

“But if you’d like one of us to get Elise pregnant,” Steve added.

“Woah now,” Tony said, putting his hands up.  “Let’s not be hasty here.”

We ate our starters and drank and talked and as the plates were cleared away Rhodey got up to the podium again with a glass of champagne.  Waiters started filling everyone’s glasses.  There was a hibiscus flower in syrup sitting in the bottom of each glass and when the champagne was added to it, the flower appeared to bloom in the glass.

“Now, platypus,” Tony said.  “No bad mouthing me.  You promised.”

“I feel like this speech should have been done in Asgard.  But then there was some battle with angels and it became a little like work.  So we’ll do it here,” Rhodey said.  “I met Tony way back at MIT.  He was just an annoying kid who liked to show up all the students who were at least three years his senior.  But he has a way of growing on you.  I don’t know what I expected him to do with his life.  He was smart and funny and partying hard and that never ended for a long, long time.  For a while, I was worried he was going to burn out hot and leave a pretty corpse.  But it turns out, he’ll most likely outlive us all.  Back then I didn’t really see him as the marrying type.  Yet here we are. At his wedding.  The official Earth one after he just committed himself for 5000 years to 9 other people.  If you’d asked me back then if I thought he’d do that I’d have thought you were as drunk as Tony probably was.”

Rhodey looked over at Tony affectionately and Tony winked at him.  “I’m so happy for him.  He deserves a happy ending and he’s found it.  I know he loves them all.  And he loves being a dad.  He’s finally seemed to find that exact thing he needed.  A loving family.  I know it’s unconventional.  It took me a long time to understand it.  But Tony isn’t conventional.  Conventional was never going to work.  And while he went in reluctantly at first because a woman he got a crush on was gently leading him in, it’s been exactly what he needed,” Rhodey said and raised his glass.  “So I’d like you all to raise your glasses to finding your people and unconventional love.”

Everyone toasted to unconventional love and clinked their glasses together before taking a drink.  Rhodey returned to his chair, ruffling Tony’s hair as he passed him.

Steve stood and approached the podium.  “That’s quite the speech to be following,” Steve said.  “But I’d like to follow with the same theme about not believing what the future would bring.  I was born in 1918.  Over one hundred years ago.  I had a list of ailments that was taller than I was.  I was told I wouldn’t make it to adulthood.  Despite being told all the things I couldn’t do, I was determined to do them.  I made it to adulthood.  I started dating the boy I had a crush on for so long.  I even managed to ride the Cyclone at Coney Island.  But if you had told me back then, I would not only be marrying that boy but also eight other people, one of them an actual god, on a completely different planet, well, I probably would have had an asthma attack.”

There was laughter from everyone and Steve looked over at us all.  “Here we are though.  I didn’t expect it, let me tell you.  Someone once told me that if it wasn’t for war I was nothing.  It took nine people to make me realize otherwise.  And I love them all.  They each touch a part in me that’s unique and I’m so happy that… well, we all fell into this little arrangement.”  He took a breath and looked over at us.  “It hasn’t been without its obstacles.  But you can’t say you have a strong bond until you’ve overcome some obstacles together.  And we made it.  We’re getting our happily ever after.  So let’s toast to that.  Happily ever after.”

He raised his glass and everyone repeated ‘happily ever after’ while raising theirs.  Steve came back and took his seat and I went up next.

“We like to joke about being in the bad dad’s club,” I said as I stood in front of everyone.  “Most of us have our own stories of parental neglect.  I was raised being told I needed to marry rich, lock him in with some kids, and not care who he was sleeping with.  It made me reject all of that I barely dated.  I expected to just die alone.  And then one day I knocked a certain red-head over when I was running late for work and it changed my life forever.

“I have had my two kids.  And I did marry rich.  I also don’t care who my husband sleeps with. But I don’t think my parents had this in mind.  They’d hate this.  I don’t care.  I am happy.  I love these people.  I love the thing we’ve built together.  I’m excited about our future and what that means.  I’m excited to see how our family grows and what that means for us.  I love them all so much.  I never thought I’d ever want anything like this, but love is like a drug and I’m addicted.  Now I have it, I can’t imagine it being any other way.” I lifted my glass.  “So I ask you to raise your glass to finding your family.”

I took a drink while everyone repeated me and then returned to my seat.  Natasha grabbed my hand as I passed and pulled me down into a kiss.  Tony got up and spanked my ass as he passed me and I made a choked giggle into Natasha’s lips.

“So,” Tony said as he waggled his glass and a waiter came back over to refill it.   “We've all heard I was a bit of a mess. All I ever knew was abuse, manipulation, and neglect. So it took me a while to even think about trying to attempt monogamy. And well, we're here today, so obviously, that didn't work out for me either.”  There was laughter from everyone and Tony paused until it died down.  “These guys started up their little den of iniquity under my nose.  Oh, they invited me to join.  In fact, they told everyone else I was part of it, completely ignoring how closed off and angry I was.  They really didn’t want to take no for an answer, but I guess, I am me, so who can blame them?”  There was more laughter and he looked over at me.  “Then one day, I found this stray roaming around my tower.  I tried to resist her.  I even tried to get FRIDAY to kick her out of the building.  But she managed to crawl right in under my skin and take up residence there.  It hasn’t been smooth sailing. Like Spangles said, there have been some rough and downright scary times.  I kept locking them out, scared I was going to get hurt or end up hurting them.  It took a long, long time for them to teach me they were here for me and I was worth it.  Slowly, I realized I was healing.  That I was in love with all these people.  So I guess that is proof we all have hearts.  So I ask you to raise your glasses to love.  Whatever form it finds you in.”

I got up and kissed him deeply as everyone toasted and he pulled me close.  “I love you so much,” I whispered.

“Alright,” Sam said standing.  “Enough talking. Looks like the second course is here, let’s eat.”

The reception turned a little more party after that.  We ate, danced.  Cut the cake.  Bucky shoved his slice right into Steve’s face much to Tony’s amusement.  The cake was 10 different flavors and I was pretty determined to try them all.  The kids were taken to bed by their aunt and uncle just after the cake and by the time we left I was a tipsy, exhausted, and yet completely hyped up.

“Alright,” Tony said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and kissing my neck.  “Let’s make a baby.”

“Not so fast, Tony,” Steve scolded.  “We all want to be part of this.  We are a family after all.”

“Besides,” Thor said.  “I thought you wanted my assistance.”

“Oh, yes,” I said as Sam approached me.  He ran his hands up under my skirt, pushing it up at the sides as he moved his hands to my ass.

“I don’t like the tone,” Tony said, suspiciously.  “What exactly are you people planning?”

“You people?”  Steve teased, pulling Tony back against him and palming his cock through Tony’s pants.  Sam brought his lips to mine and began to kiss me deeply and lovingly.  “Come on now, Tony.  We’re family.”

Tony made a choked groan and leaned his head back on Steve’s shoulder as Thor approached Tony.  He leaned in and kissed Tony hungrily and slipped one large hand into Tony’s pants and began to massage Tony’s balls.  There was a spark and a ripple through the air and Tony groaned loudly into Thor’s lips.

“All the other babies were conceived in an orgy by accident.  The only reason we know paternity is because Thor just knows that kind of thing,” Natasha said running her fingers down my neck.  “This is the first time we’re planning to get pregnant and we all want to be part of that even if we are planning paternity too.  So, little Elise here is going to be overstimulated.  We’re each going to make her come over and over and over until she can’t take it anymore.” 

Thor released Tony and moved over to me, pressing himself behind me and kissing my neck.  Sam pulled back and Thor tilted my head back and kissed me deeply.  He pressed his palm low on my stomach, just above my pubic mound.  There was that same spark and ripple as with Tony, and a dull ache ran through my core.

“You on the other hand,” Natasha said, grabbing Tony by the lapels and pulling him toward the bed.  “Will be edged until you're begging us to let you come.”

Thor pulled my dress off over my head and everyone else began to undress, either themselves or each other.  Clint picked me up and carried me to the bed tossing me on it.  Tony was on the far side of the bed.  He was naked and Natasha was sitting on his thighs and putting a cock ring on him.

Clint crawled between my legs and pushed them apart kneeling down and nosing at my cunt.  He pulled off my panties and licked a stripe up my folds, making my skin buzz.  Wanda climbed up on the bed beside me and straddled my face.  I hummed and lapped over her cunt, swirling it over her folds and dipping it inside her.  Clint began to flick his tongue over my clit and sucking on my pussy.

My hips jerked under him as Wanda’s rolled on my face and her fluids dripped down into my mouth.  I was vaguely aware that the others were kissing and grinding on each other near me and right on the other side of the bed Thor was sucking Tony’s cock while Natasha rode his face.

Clint thrust a finger inside me and began to suck on my clit.  He hit my g-spot immediately like his fingers had a magnetic attraction to that sweet spot inside me.  He sucked on my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. I moaned loudly into Wanda’s cunt, trying to focus my tongue on her clit, moaning louder each time she shuddered over me.  Clint’s fingers pushed harder and harder on my g-spot sending a jolt up my spine each time he did it.  My legs began to shake as my orgasm approached being fed by the feelings the others had and intensified.  I focussed on Wanda, sucking hard on her clit and pushing my tongue inside her.  I knew she was close too, I could feel it through her thread.  She always sat close to the edge once the rest of us began to enjoy ourselves.  I nipped at her clit and she moaned, coming on my face.  I let myself relax and as soon as I did, Clint pushed hard on my g-spot with two fingers and twisted his wrist.  I screamed out and came hard, bucking my hips against his face.

Clint got up and crawled over to where Tony was and Wanda climbed off me.  Natasha, Steve, and Bucky approached me.   Natasha guided me so I was straddling her face and Bucky pushed me forward so my face was at Natasha’s cunt.  Sam had pulled Wanda into his lap and they were kissing hungrily, while Thor was fucking Tony, and Tony sucked Bruce’s cock.

Bucky poured lube onto my ass and pushed a finger inside, fucking it slowly.  I moaned loudly and nuzzled at Natasha’s cunt as Natasha lapped over mine.  Steve slapped the head of his cock on Natasha's clit and teased it over my lips.  I sucked on the head and he thrust shallowly in and out of my mouth.

More lube was added to my ass along with a second finger.  I mewled and tried my best to relax as Bucky worked to loosen me up.  Steve pulled his cock from my mouth and sunk into Natasha.  I licked over his base and flicked my tongue over Natasha’s clit as Steve began to fuck her.  Bucky pulled his fingers out and added more lube.  I felt the head of his cock press against my ass and he began to ease into my ass.

“Fuck!”  I gasped.  The sound muffled by Natasha’s cunt.

Natasha gave my ass a spank and I clenched hard around Bucky’s cock, making him groan loudly.

Steve was fucking Natasha at a steady pace and I lapped over her cunt and the base of his cock, drinking up her arousal as it ran down his shaft.  Bucky fucked me slowly as Natasha sucked on my clit.  My muscles spasmed and clenched and I struggled to keep myself up.  The way I clenched and moaned seemed to spur Bucky on.  He picked up his pace, adding to the burn through me.  I started panting against Natasha’s cunt and she moaned and bucked under me.  I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed my lips against it and flicked my tongue back and forth quickly.  Natasha mirrored my action and we both came moaning into each other.  Bucky and Steve fucked us through it before slipping out.  I rolled off the top of Natasha and lay panting as people moved around me.  Thor, Sam, and Bruce approached and I looked up at them and swallowed hard.  “How many times have you climaxed, my queen?”  Thor asked as he lifted me and moved me so my head was hanging over the end of the bed.

“Two,” I answered as I let my head drop over the edge of the bed.  I could see what the others were doing to Tony now, but I knew he was struggling to hold it together.

Sam tutted.  “That doesn’t sound like nearly enough.  I think we might need the vibrator boys.”

He went to the drawers and pulled out a small bullet vibrator.  Bruce and Thor both lubed up their cocks and Bruce put pillows under my hips and eased his cock into my ass.  Thor straddled my chest, pinning me to the mattress and pushed my tits around his thick shaft and slowly began to roll his hips.  Sam gave Bruce the vibrator and he turned it on and pressed it onto my clit.  The setting was low but it still made me buck up and moan loudly.

“Open up, princess,” Sam said.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth.

Thus began one of the most intense sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

It started slow, Thor massaging my tits as he fucked them slowly, Bruce matched his pace as he fucked my ass and held the vibrator against my clit, and I sucked Sam’s cock.  It very quickly escalated.  Each man seemed to be spurred on by the others.  Bruce started fingering me as he fucked me and Sam started fucking my throat.

The first orgasm hit quickly and Bruce upped the setting of the vibrator.  I cried out and bucked under them and Thor sent a jolt through me making me come again.  Each time I came they went harder and upped the buzz on the vibe.  By the third my vision was going fuzzy thanks to the brutal pace they were setting.  Bruce groaned and jerked hard into my ass coming inside me.  He slipped out and Thor moved down and took his place.  He was large and his cock stretched me painfully, but I was light-headed and fuzzy and I welcomed the pain.  He upped the buzz on the vibrator and I came immediately.

Thor made an almost graphic squelching sound each time he thrust into me as Bruce’s come acted as a lubricant for his cock.  Sam groaned and pulled back slightly as he came into my mouth, coating my tongue with thick, salty ropes of semen.

I moaned and swallowed it but Thor didn’t even seem close.  Bruce and Sam stayed close to me as Thor kept fucking my ass.  Sam massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples and Bruce took over with the vibrator leaving Thor free to just hold my hips and fuck my ass hard.  One orgasm just blended into the next and I couldn’t focus on anything else.  I screamed out and everything went black.  When I came to Thor had moved me a little and was no longer inside me.  “Oh good,” he said smiling.  “Did we push you too far?”

I shook my head slowly.

“Good, because Tony is ready for you,” Thor said, gently and kissed me softly.

He moved away and I opened my arms.  Tony crawled up between my legs.  “I’m not gonna last long,” he said, apologetically as he eased inside of me.

I moaned.  “Good.”

He chuckled and slowly rolled his hips as his body stayed pressed close to me.  Everything ached but my cunt welcomed him.  I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight and we began to kiss.  Everyone else was just sitting around us watching.  Tony was right though, he was sitting right on the edge and it was only a minute before he groaned and was releasing inside me.  I didn’t care that I didn’t come again.  I had done more than enough of that.  I hummed happily as he filled me and collapsed down on top of him.

“Was that it?  Is she pregnant now?”  Clint asked.

There was laughter in the group.  “Takes a week or so, Clint,” Bruce said, with no patronization in the tone, just kindly educating his husband.

“It will, though, right?”  Clint asked.

“They are both at peak fertility,” Thor said.  “It still may not happen and I would recommend that Elise and Tony try again tomorrow.  But it should work.”

I hummed and kissed Tony’s neck. “You hear that?”

He hummed in return.  “Yeah.  More sex or us.”

I giggled and nudged his cheek with my nose.  “Not that part.”

He laughed and kissed me just under my ear.  “Yeah.  We’re gonna have another baby on the way.”

// NEXT

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Typhon

Typhon has only ever meant well.

The white lies, the sprinklings of exaggeration in his stories? Well, that just made people laugh, made ‘em happy. The bravado and bad jokes? Leda liked those, made her smile, and if Leda was happy then what else mattered?

Nothing.

Till she was killed.

Everything that built up to that night had been soul crushing, days of tears and rage as they screamed at each other and the undeniable end that approached.

Troy was dying.

8 years they’d managed to play pretend - a makeshift little family unit on a forgotten star -  that everything would be ok, when they all knew there was no way the boy would reach adulthood. Even Tyreen, too young to even really comprehend death, knew deep in her core some way.

They’d gotten 8 years, but they wouldn’t get another. Typhon sat on that rickety little bed he’d carved from Nekro-wood when the twins were born, sat for what felt like days now next to his exhausted wife, and waited. Waiting was all there was left to do, but they shouldn’t have expected an 8 year old to understand that.

They shouldn’t have ignored Tyreen’s outbursts, clearly confused and lashing out for attention while the back of her mind screamed how wrong her twin looked in his frail little body, eyes closed and chest barely moving. He knows now they shouldn’t have done that, how much it hurt her and why it lead to what it did.

But Typhon has only ever meant well.

When he passed out to Troy’s screaming and the crack of Leda’s stone skin as Ty wrenched her crushed fist from it’s grip, there was no expectation of anything bar dread. His last slipping thought as he blacked out, unable to process the horror he’d just witnessed, was the grim humour that tomorrow he’d be burying his son and his wife.

Waking up to a flushed, confused Troy asking where Leda was as he carefully sat up in bed while his twin curled around him, was like a blow to the skull.

He was alive. He was awake. It was a miracle. It had to be a miracle, what else could it have been? Whatever had.. had happened to Leda.. she must have done something, must be watching down on them from the heavens and healed their boy, that was it. That had to be it, and Typhon had sobbed with his twins, hugging their little bodies to his chest and promising he’d make sure they stayed safe, he promised Leda that day.

Typhon has only ever meant well, but Tyreen would choke him to death with her bare hands if she didn’t know Troy would turn on her like a switchblade.

He’d tried so hard to do what he’d promised, to keep them safe, but he’d never actually listened to Tyreen despite coddling her to a suffocating level. She’d tried to explain so many times, tried to tell him about the “bad feeling” in her stomach as The Leech wracked hunger pains through her tiny system that were too inhuman for her to be able to describe in terms he could comprehend.

She’d told him she wanted to leave, that there were people out there who needed her and Troy’s help, that there were so many lost souls she could reach out to and give belonging, but he’d just laugh and shake his head. Tell her that would be a terrible idea, that “the people out dere” would skin them both alive and sell their bodies to “da corporations” before they’d manage to say hello, and she’d hated him. The Leech squirmed in rage within her ribcage as it’s lure to Pandora was denied over and over while years passed, and Tyreen was forced to remain on Nekrotafeyo for far longer than she could bear.

Typhon has only ever meant well, but the looks he gave his daughter, the fear in his eyes and nervousness in his words only added to the dread she’d begun to understand as she got older. The realisation that her father thought she was a monster, and it might be true. He’d kept her trapped on a planet with nothing she hungered for, and the great maw swallowed pieces of Tyreen instead.

Troy was just forgotten.

Typhon hadn’t meant it, he’d not purposefully relegated his son to a provider that kept their larder stocked and bots functional, but it had happened anyway.

Tyreen was the one who needed attention, Tyreen was the one he needed to watch and keep close, she was the troublemaker. Troy was just.. Troy was just there, a lanky shape in the side of vision that was hyperfocused on his flighty twin, and it happened so slowly neither of them really noticed.

Troy was quiet, Troy was easy to manage, Troy didn’t complain or pout or have tantrums, he’d just do as you asked. Troy would scurry up rock-faces till twilight set and he couldn’t see clearly anymore, then limp back to camp with scraped knees and bloody knuckles and beam at being thanked for bringing back some Manta eggs

Troy would disappear for 10 hours and arrive home with a sack of glow pods, even though there were none for miles around, all just to see the smile light across his sister’s face as she leeched the plants and hummed their deliciousness.

Typhon has only ever meant well, but Troy was so easy to raise that his father stopped even seeing him.

It took about a year on Pandora for the rose tinted lenses to begin to clear for Troy about how things had been at home.

He was at Tyreens neck about it at any opportunity till then, jumped at any chance to remind her she made him come here and lied, to rub it in and make sure she was perfectly aware how much he wanted to leave, but it died down as he began to really see the truth of things.

Tyreen didn’t change, shed always wanted off Nekro from the moment The Leech sowed its seeds of influence through whispers in the back of her mind after what happened to Leda. She hated Typhon, but Troy didn’t, and still doesn’t years later despite having a far more realistic view of how poor a father he’d been to them. Can’t bring himself to want to cut him off completely when he knows how easy it is to make mistakes that hurt other people…

Typhon has only ever meant well, but the twins had been starving on that planet.

Tyreen in spirit, no life source more complex than animals to feed from meant The Leech constantly gnawed at the back of her mind demanding she leave, but Troy physically.

It hadn’t been so bad before, when he was younger. He and Typhon could easily hunt more than enough food together even if Troy mostly ended up carrying small loads and helping his dad as a kid, but by the time Typhon’s loss and fear had left him too concerned about Tyreen to let her accompany Troy and too paranoid to leave camp with him, things were bad.

They were very bad.

The twins are two sides of the same ravenous hunger. Tyreen’s ate her soul, but Troy’s decimated his body.

He’d take Grouse on long trips, the bots ability to carry a life saver even if he was too loud to actually help with the hunt itself, but there was just never enough food.

The animals on Nekrotafeyo were more energy than flesh, there wasn’t much on them in the first place, and coupling that with vegetation humans absolutely hadn’t evolved to eat, survival became a harder struggle every year that passed and bigger he grew.

Typhon was half his size and seemed to never pick up how much Troy was flagging, but that’s just how things were.

That was life, that’s how it is. Right?

Troy had believed that was the case till Pandora, and him actually getting to see how other people lived.

He’d been so proud of the few kilos he put on in those 6 months on Seifa’s ship.

She’d been insistent on eating way more often than he was used to and oddly grateful in a way he didn’t understand when he’d finish a meal, but when the first medic he’d let near him at Sol’s insistence when they’d entered their business partnership told him he was dangerously underweight, it had been a slap to the face.

He wasn’t, he’d put on weight. He was bigger than he’d ever been, you could pinch his skin now, so what were they fucking talking about?

Ranting at Ty afterwards had left a shitty taste in his mouth. She’d looked almost sad as she’d listened, told him he needed to actually trust her for once, that she wasn’t wrong about dad. That dad had been a fucking monster.

He couldn’t agree, wouldn’t. Stormed back to his room in their tiny studio space and brooded for hours - gnawing at his nails as Pandora’s night air turned frigid.

No one looked like he had when he came here. Dad had never said anything about him being thin. He was normal. He was normal, wasn’t he? He’d had no one to compare to, but…

No one here looked like he had.

He’d not seen anyone that thin, skeletal structure that visible. Hadn’t seen anyone yet who was normal and had cheekbone ridges you could see a jaw hinge through as it moved.

That hadn’t been normal, had it. He didn’t know and dad hadn’t said anything, acted like nothing was wrong for years.

He’d been starving, hadn’t he, and Typhon had slapped him on the back and thanked him for dinner every night instead of even hinting at worry. He’d been starving and the only person who could have helped him understand how sick he was had cared more about keeping his children by his side, than if one dropped dead.

So he stops bringing up wanting to go home. He stops defending Typhon if Tyreen needs to rage against her past in a monologue at night to help her shrug off the anger and get some rest.

He’s weird about food.

He won’t stand for waste when the Slums are hungry.

Neither can forgive their father for the childhood he caused.

Typhon has only ever meant well, but his children won’t speak of him at all.

[livelivefastfree]

have you been working on any new fics?? (your stories are wonderful, ive drowned myself in polyburners thanks to you 😔 its a good place to be)

Not really anything new, although I’ve been picking away at some older ones that I never finished!  Namely the plot-heavy sequel to my telepathic soul-bond superhero AU, the intimidatingly complicated sequel to Save A Horse, Ride A Dragon, and my Burnerswap AU where the villains are all our new Burners and the Burners are villains.

Unfortunately since I’m a nurse work has been kind of stressful recently and also my brain only likes to focus on one thing at a time which is currently original novel things.  So process is pretty slow, haha.  But I’m glad I could bring more people into the polyburners fold!

I do feel bad that I haven’t had the energy to post much for a while; revamping my burnerswap doc is the most recent thing I’ve gotten work done on, so here’s a little bit of scene-setting!

Deluxe is a mass of spires and platforms, shimmering in the sunshine outside Red’s window.  Red stares up at the ceiling, at the pale golden glow of sunlight on the pale polymer.  He can hear the sound of someone loudly imitating an electric guitar, and faint thumps and thuds through the wall; Duke is taking his traditional lengthy shower and using up all their precious hot water.  From the smells drifting up from downstairs, Jacob is already up and in the kitchen experimenting.  Kaia is probably upstairs on the roof, tending to her plants, and Abraham had to go back down to the undercity last night.  His absence is a hole; no sound of him talking to Jacob in the kitchen, working out irritatingly on Red’s balcony, yelling at Duke for using up the water.  There’s always something slightly off, a little bit wrong, when part of their team is missing.

Red sits up, buckles his patch on over the remnant of his left eye, and pushes himself up out of bed to see what’s for breakfast.

Jacob is stirring something in a pan when he Red arrives.  There’s a heaping basket of miscellaneous vegetables on the counter next to him, so probably Red’s in for some kind of veggie abomination this morning—but it’s a veggie abomination Red doesn’t have to make and then burn, and he doesn’t really have a sense of taste anymore, anyway.  Red drops into a chair, and Jacob piles up a plate of fried vegetables and sets it wordlessly down in front of him.

It’s quiet for a while. Red eats as much as he can manage, and Jacob knows him well enough not to frown when Red has to push the plate away half-eaten.  

“Quiet night?” he says, eventually.

“All quiet in the pit,” Red says, and goes to the cooler to fish out a nutrient shake instead.  “No calls from Abraham.  No alerts, no bots, no Dragon.”

“Mm.”  Jacob shakes his head, making an unconvinced grumbling noise.  “They’ll come.  They always do.”

Red can’t argue that. He stayed on the edge of the platform until the small hours of the morning, looking down into the dark city far below, watching every gleam of light and flicker of movement, waiting for the first flash of red glass eyes or matte metal claws.

The others drift downstairs eventually, one at a time; Duke grimaces at the vegetable mess, but Kaia piles in with every sign of enjoyment.  Red sits back and listens to Jacob and Duke bicker, Kaia’s laughing jabs at both of them indiscriminately, and lets the sunlight soften some of the harsh, nauseated fatigue.

He doesn’t realize he’s beginning to drift off, but when his comms light up red with an urgent chime, it startles him badly enough he almost drops his drink.

“Come in,” Abraham’s voice says, flat and low.  “Red.”

“Copy,” says Red, and pushes himself up, already moving. The rest of his team reorders around him, Jacob heading for the garage, Duke and Kaia immediately running for their rooms, their weapons.  Red picks up his gloves, feeling the circuitry inside thrum hotly against his palms. “Incoming?”

“How did you guess,” says Abraham dryly.  “Three Climbers.  Two on North Side, one coming up from the East.  And she’s sending up the Dragon.”

Red falters in mid-step, then growls and heads down the staircase to the garage, taking the steps two at a time. “Can you make it up?”

“I can try,” Abraham says, but Red knows that tone to his voice, rough and grim.  “I think she’s targeting the medical complex on platform 18.  Don’t get distracted.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Red says, and Abraham gives a brief bark of a laugh and then cuts the call.

--

Deluxe looks beautiful in the sunlight, if beauty is something to pay attention to; Red has seen it a thousand times, growing up from the old undercity of Detroit like an indescribably huge tree made of silver and marble.  The platforms that make up the city itself look almost fragile from a distance, hovertech and superlight polymers, gleaming with solar panels and greenery.  The massive support structure that holds the city up grows dirtier and more patchwork as it descends into the bristling thicket of ancient, blocky concrete buildings.

Whole civilizations have made their homes on the platforms along that winding trunk.  Around its base, built onto the rooftops of old skyscrapers, Red can see the distant gleam of the Casino King’s sprawling compound, gaudy with red and gold floodlights.  There are urban legends about an entire lost city, one that made its living in among the building-sized struts and cables themselves, before some unspecified calamity cut all communication with them short.

Some of the midway settlements are against Kane, some of them are only indifferent, but Red can only assume that trying to bargain her way through was too much trouble.  Kane took matters into her own hands, and had her R&D invent the Climbers.

Red has eyes on one of them now; a long, low shape, slinking across the platform.  Six-legged, with four glowing eyes each, moving with an unnerving, artificial grace—the mechanical nightmare-offspring of a wolf and some kind of insect.  The tips of their claws hum faintly, lit up—plasma-cutter edges, sharp enough to sink into the polymer like hot knives through butter.  Red is a platform above them, out of their field of vision, but he’s seen the way the things scale vertical surfaces, faster than anything that size should be able to move.

As Red watches, one of them opens its mouth, showing hundreds of needle-sharp fangs lit hellish red from the inside, and lets out an awful, scraping snarl.

“I’ve got eyes on one,” Red says, keeping his voice low.  

“Yeah, yeah, we see ‘em over here too,” Duke says, tight and sharp with bravado.  “Easy.  Let’s get it done!”

“I’ve got your back,” Kaia says.  “Let’s show these things what—”

“Hey, Red,” says a voice, and something taps Red on the shoulder.  “Tag.”

The moment of shock is enough to freeze Red in place for a single fraction of a second, and that’s a hesitation he can’t afford.  A blunt edge slams into his ribs, knocks him over off his feet; he rolls, comes up on his feet again and sends out a blind shockwave of energy—throws himself to one side as a staff sweeps past where his ankles were, and this time when he lashes out he feels the impact strike true.

The Dragon of Detroit takes the hit and lets it bowl him backwards, turns the motion into a back-handspring and comes to a skidding halt, shaking overgrown brown bangs out of his dark eyes.  He’s laughing, smiling as wide and wild as he always does; the deep scar that stretches crookedly from his cheekbone to his chin twists his smile into something just slightly crooked and bitter, but his laugh sounds irritatingly, insultingly genuine.

“Chilton,” Red snarls, and the man spins his staff behind his back and sweeps a bow, grinning.  

“I’m guessing you’re not interested in doing this the easy way, kid,” he says, and Red clenches his fists, lightning crawling up his arms.  “Yeah, I didn’t figure.  Can’t say I didn’t try.”

“The fuck I can’t,” Red snaps, and Chilton huffs out a breath and shakes his head, ever-present smile never fading.  “If you really cared about not hurting anybody you wouldn’t be working for that—”

It’s the flicker of Chilton’s eyes that gives it away, and the faintest sound of scraping metal; Red dives to one side on instinct, just in time to avoid the snap of jagged metal jaws and six sets of wickedly-clawed feet.  He comes up swinging, lands a few solid hits; the Climber shrieks as one of its legs spasms and cracks, red lightning and dented metal grinding in one of its back legs.

“Backup!” Red snaps into his comm, and then there’s only the fight.

He’s being distracted, he knows it even while it’s happening, but he can’t break his focus away long enough to care.  Chilton is gone, he has to be raiding that medical compound, and Red is stuck here, fighting some stupid robot—

“Heads up!” yells a voice, and Red glances up and then back-pedals abruptly as a huge, blocky shape comes rocketing off the next platform up and drops like a comet onto the Climber’s head.  The back half of the bot gives a meaty crunch as Jacob’s construction rig lifts back off of it, leaking nasty, thick, black fluid as it tries to drag itself forward on its two remaining legs; Red steps forward, grimacing in distaste, tears a dented plate away and buries his hand in the things neck to deliver one final, merciless jolt.  The Climber whirrs, gives a gurgling growl, and finally goes still.

“Jumpin’ Josephat,” says Jacob, from inside the clunky, ugly cube he calls a hovercar.  “You still in one piece down there?”

“Where’s Chilton?!” Red says, and then jerks and looks up at the sound of a laugh, echoing off the white walls and walkways around them.  

The Dragon is standing at the very edge of the platform, silhouetted against the sky; he makes eye contact with Red, brief and grinning, one hand on the side of a stolen transport pod. Then he throws off a brief, mocking salute, and launches himself backwards off the edge of the platform into thin air, vanishing over the edge.

“Criminy,” says Jacob weakly, because Jacob is an 80-year-old man in a 20-year-old body.  

“Fuck,” Red hisses, and slams a fist down on the ground, leaving lightning-jagged scorch marks across the white polymer.  Takes a few breaths and repeats, “…fuck,” soft and hoarse, poisonous in his mouth.

“Yeah,” says Jacob, and his boots thump softly as he slides down, his hand settles carefully on Red’s shoulder.  “C’mon. Let’s get back to the others.”

[evansfm]

𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 –– 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 .

every  morning  evan  woke  up  to  a  london  sky  that  refused  to  let  the  sun  in  ;  summer  was  drier  than  spring  ,  but  the  clouds  seemed  to  linger  year  round  .  .  .  not  that  she  minded  .  she  had  ,  after  all  ,  grown  up  in  county  dublin  ,  where  things  were  always  a  bit  damp  .  still  ,  the  lack  of  COLOR  could  be  draining  .  .  .  so  she  searched  for  it  in  unexpected  places  ,  creating  little  pockets  of  color  for  herself  in  a  rather  grayscale  world  .  golden  lights  strung  on  her  balcony  ,  isla’s  bright  red  hair  and  matching  smile  ,  an  array  of  bright  letters  boasting  NME  lining  a  wall  ––  covers  from  past  decades  ,  a  rainbow  rubik’s  cube  next  to  her  keyboard  ,  two  framed  photographs  perched  on  her  desk  .  the  first  seemed  like  forever  ago  ,  a  beaming  eloise  with  a  twin  on  either  side  ;  beck  on  the  left  ,  evan  on  the  right  ,  both  planting  kisses  on  her  cheek  one  valentine’s  day  years  and  years  ago  .  the  second  was  more  recent  ,  backstage  at  a  show  in  galway  ;  kieran  sat  in  his  chair  with  his  fingers  intertwined  with  evan’s  as  she  draped  her  arms  over  his  shoulders  from  behind  ,  chin  resting  on  top  of  his  curls  and  a  smile  that  looked  SOFT  compared  to  the  goofy  one  ruairi  wore  ,  looming  behind  her  with  his  chin  on  her  head  .  she  felt  warmth  every  t​​ime  she  looked  at  them  ,  but  there  was  always  a  tug  in  her  stomach  .  .  .  the  undeniable  feeling  of  something  missing  .  she  found  her  little  pockets  of  color  ,  but  they  still  seemed  muted  w​​ithout  the  people  she  loved  ––  the  PERSON  she  loved  .

their  schedules  had  begun  to  clash  ––  and  evan  hated  the  way  she  was  beginning  to  get  used  to  the  dull  ache  of  his  absence  .  distance  had  been  a  part  of  their  relationship  for  months  ,  but  the  time  zones  were  killing  her  .  they  couldn’t  always  make  time  for  hours  wasted  away  on  facetime  ;  she  couldn’t  always  fall  asleep  to  the  sound  of  his  voice  on  the  other  end  of  the  line  .  they  were  both  where  they  were  supposed  to  be  ,  chasing  their  dreams  together  ,  separately  .  .  .  but  evan  was  beginning  to  wonder  if  the  path  she  was  on  ––  the  desk  ,  the  deadlines  ,  the  distance  ––  was  actually  what  she  WANTED  .  there  was  a  lack  of  creative  control  at  nme  ;  she  was  a  part  of  a  greater  whole  ,  confined  to  a  desk  when  she  wasn’t  out  in  the  field  .  she  felt  restless  .  .  .  bored  ,  almost  .  and  with  her  most  recent  deadline  met  and  a  job  of  her  own  ––  evan  connely  ,  sans  nme  ––  waiting  at  the  end  of  the  week  ,  she  was  distracted  .  

“  WHAT  are  you  doing  ?  ”  isla  popped  up  behind  her  ,  coming  out  of  nowhere  to  look  over  her  shoulder  .

“  jesus  ,  ”  evan  startled  ,  nearly  dropping  the  plastic  puzzle  in  her  hand  ,  “  where  t’e  fuck  did  you  come  from  ?  ”

“  charlotte’s  office  .  answer  my  question  .  ”

“  playing  wit’  a  toy  ,  ”  she  held  up  the  half  solved  rubik’s  cube  ,  then  let  out  an  audible  sigh  as  isla  looked  unimpressed  ,  then  jutted  her  chin  towards  the  computer  screen  ,  “  trying  to  put  together  a  mood  board  for  t’is  gig  i’ve  got  wit’  saint  valentine  on  friday  .  ”

perfectly  shaped  auburn  brows  raised  ,  “  we  got  saint  valentine  ?  ”

“  no  ,  ”  evan’s  lips  lifted  into  the  faintest  smirk  ,  “  i  got  saint  valentine  .  ”

“  you’re  bloody  joking  .  shut  UP  ,  ”  isla  gasped  ,  rounding  to  her  side  of  the  table  desk  ,  just  to  roll  her  chair  around  ,  “  and  you  didn’t  fucking  tell  me  ?  ”

“  no  ,  because  you  couldn’t  keep  a  secret  if  you  tried  .”

“  well  that’s  because  it  shouldn’t  be  a  fucking  secret  ,  ev  .  this  is  fantastic  ,  ”  hazel  eyes  widened  with  excitement  ,  “  so  you’re  shooting  them  for  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  t’ey  weren’t  too  explicit  about  it  .  i  know  for  certain  i’m  covering  bot’  shows  at  t’e  o2  ,  documenting  t’e  whole  thing  from  t’e  moment  they  get  there  ,  ”  evan  huffed  a  curl  away  from  her  face  ,  nodding  to  the  screen  ,  “  and  t’en  a  shoot  on  site  at  t’e  venue  .  so  i’ve  got  to  work  wit’  what  i’ve  got  .  i’ve  got  ONE  chance  here  ,  and  nicky  haven  scares  t’e  absolute  fuck  out’a  me  ,  so  i  can’t  blow  it  .  ”

“  nicky  haven  scares  EVERYONE  .  it’s  part  of  h​​is  charm  ,  ”  isla  leaned  in  ,  ma​​king  herself  perfectly  comfortable  in  evan’s  space  as  she  took  the  mouse  and  began  clicking  through  different  ideas  opened  on  photoshop  ,  “  let’s  see  what  you’ve  got  so  far  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  isla  ,  it’s  not  a  big  deal  .  really  i  shouldn’t  even  be  working  on  t’is  HERE  ,  right  now  .  it’s  not  exactly  nme  related  stuff  ,  you  kn––  ”

“  i  TOLD  you  she  was  here  today  ,  ”  a  girl  called  sophie  ,  who  manned  nme’s  front  desk  in  the  mornings  ,  materialized  on  the  other  side  of  evan’s  desk  .  a  junior  writer  ,  andrew  ,  was  hot  on  her  heels  .

“  soph  ,  now  really  probably  isn’t  the  best  time  and  it  really  isn’t  your  busi––  ”

“  someone’s  got  to  show  her  ,  ”  sophie  was  ,  admittedly  ,  obnoxious  .  and  coming  from  EVAN  ,  that  was  a  feat  .

“  show  WHAT  to  WHO  ?  ”  isla’s  voice  changed  in  tone  ,  taking  on  a  hint  of  authority  as  she  looked  at  andrew  ,  “  aren’t  you  meant  to  be  doing  some  social  media  research  right  now  ?  ”

“  i  WAS  ,  but  ––  ”

“  but  we’ve  found  something  that  evan  HAS  to  see  ,  ”  sophie  .  again  .

“  we  ?  ”

“  ME  ?  ”  evan  said  in  tandem  with  isla  ,  brows  lifting  as  she  clicked  the  final  piece  into  place  on  the  cube  .  she  glanced  over  at  isla  and  felt  a  strange  twist  in  her  stomach  when  she  saw  the  redhead  had  gone  rigid  .

“  is  this  about  ––  ”

“  rebecca  stringer  ,  ”  andrew  nodded  solemnly  ,  as  though  evan  was  supposed  to  know  who  the  hell  THAT  was  .

“  better  known  as  BEX  ,  ”  sophie  added  .

it  was  evan’s  turn  to  go  rigid  .  her  back  straightened  ,  and  it  felt  like  ice  had  just  been  shot  through  her  veins  .  truth  be  told  ,  she  was  more  worried  about  conflicting  schedules  lately  .  .  .  not  the  way  bex  sing-songed  a  shortened  version  of  kieran’s  name  .  .  .  or  the  way  she  answered  his  phone  and  simply  couldn’t  remember  who  evan  was  .  .  .  or  the  way  she’d  made  sure  evan  could  hear  her  promise  to  personally  deliver  kieran  to  his  hotel  room  that  first  night  in  los  angeles  .  it  wasn’t  exactly  PLEASANT  being  reminded  of  the  instinct  that  she’d  shut  down  ,  intuition  telling  her  something  wasn’t  quite  right  there  .  her  brows  pinched  together  as  the  rubik’s  cube  slid  from  one  hand  to  the  other  and  back  .  she  glanced  over  at  isla  with  a  prompting  look  .

“  we’re  .  .  .  doing  a  piece  about  nepotism  babies  in  the  industry  ,  and  she’s  a  PERFECT  example  of  one  so  i  was  having  andrew  look  into  the  way  she  interacts  with  fans  and  her  socials  and  what  not  .  she’s  one  of  like  TEN  people  we’re  look​​ing  into  ,  ”  she  explained  with  an  apologetic  look  .  it  was  then  that  she  turned  a  sharp  eye  to  andrew  and  sophie  ,  “  don’t  know  what  THAT  has  to  do  with  evan  ,  though  .  ”

“  see  for  yourself  .  ”

“  SOPHIE  .  ”

“  what  ?  it  probably  isn’t  even  new  information  for  her  ,  ”  she  shrugged  ,  reaching  over  two  monitors  to  hand  evan  a  phone  .  twitter  was  opened  to  a  profile  with  bex’s  beaming  face  in  the  icon  ,  but  the  handle  wasn’t  hers  .  she  gave  the  pair  of  them  a  skeptical  look  before  glancing  over  at  isla  who  only  offered  a  half  -  hearted  shrug  .  it  didn’t  take  long  to  see  what  ,  exactly  ,  sophie  had  been  talking  about  ,  a  slew  of  tweets  and  retweets  .

bexupdates  :  bex  &  kieran  pulled  up  to  the  venue  together  .  .  .  and  then  left  at  the  same  time  .  why  are  they  lowkey  so  cute  annathefound  :  not  bex  wearing  a  baby  tee  version  of  the  found’s  merch  .  .  .  stanning  her  boyfriend  just  like  the  rest  of  us  

ruairidailyposts  :  ok  wait  are  evan  &  kieran  even  dating  anymore  bc  i  could  be  down  with  a  bex  &  kieran  moment  cheerupbailey  :  @ruairidailyposts  you  know  two  people  can  have  a  relationship  without  posting  about  it  right  ???  they’re  in  separate  countries  rn  lol

babybexxx  :  i  just  think  that  bex  &  kieran  walsh  as  a  power  couple  .

bxhq  :  no  offense  but  bex  is  simply  so  much  better  for  him  than  some  rando  from  ireland  like  what thefoundupdates  :  @bxhq  babes  they  LITERALLY  grew  up  together  ????

totallyconan  :  be  honest  do  u  guys  think  the  reason  evan  isn’t  on  tour  with  them  is  bc  they’re  not  together  anymore  like  she  literally  never  misses  shows

adamfitzupdates :  why  are  y’all  so  obsessed  with  a  relationship  that  doesn’t  concern  you  ???  chill bexlevitates  :  @adamfitzupdates  bc  it’s  weird  that  evan  knew  him  for  so  long  and  only  started  dating  him  AFTER  the  found  started  to  get  big  like  that’s  shady

bexupdates  :  find  someone  who  looks  at  u  the  way  bex  looks  at  kieran  on  stage  wtf  did  y’all  see  that

newruleshq  :  no  waaaay  this  man  has  a  gf  when  he  and  bex  look  so  good  next  to  each  other  LMAO  

thefoundupdates  :  according  to  the  girl  who  wrote  the  article  kieran  literally  WALKED  OUT  on  the  interview  ???  rockstar  behavior  but  also  hope  he’s  ok

evan  could’ve  kept  scrolling  for  hours  as  her  heart  rate  began  to  rise  and  rise  .  the  crease  between  her  brows  deepened  ,  and  she  reminded  herself  of  everything  she  knew  to  be  true  .  kieran  LOVED  her  .  twitter  was  a  BRUTAL  place  .  it  was  as  though  the  worst  parts  of  her  subconscious  had  come  to  life  in  280  characters  or  less  .  her  head  began  to  swim  as  her  heart  sank  into  her  stomach  .

“  what  does  t’is  ––  .  .  .  ”  her  voice  cracked  ,  and  she  cleared  her  throat  ,  finally  looking  up  from  the  phone  screen  ,  “  why  ,  exactly  ,  are  you  showing  me  this  ?  ”  

sophie  looked  as  though  she  was  shocked  by  evan’s  question  ,  “  because  i’ve  dated  musicians  .  .  .  and  like  HALF  of  those  are  in  bex’s  likes  .  which  are  public  ,  by  the  way  .  just  doesn’t  seem  subtle  to  me  .  ”

“  are  you  trying  to  insinuate  something  here  ,  sophie  ?  ”  her  tone  shifted  ,  irritated  as  she  handed  the  phone  back  .

“  like  i  said  ,  i’ve  dated  guys  in  bands  ,  too  ,  and  ––  ”

“  enough  ,  ”  isla  snapped  ,  “  you’re  sticking  your  nose  where  it  doesn’t  belong  .  BOTH  of  you  should  be  off  doing  your  jobs  right  now  ,  so  ,  run  along  .  ”

both  of  them  scurried  off  without  a  word  .  

evan  was  still  for  a  moment  ,  but  her  fingertips  were  itching  for  the  keyboard  .  she  was  no  stranger  to  things  like  this  ,  unkind  words  from  strangers  who  didn’t  LOVE  the  idea  of  her  ––  despite  not  knowing  her  .  the  good  outweighed  the  bad  on  the  internet  ,  but  the  voices  who  didn’t  like  her  were  always  the  loudest  .  even  BEFORE  she  and  kieran  had  gone  public  with  their  relationship  .  .  .  even  before  they  were  ever  in  a  relationship  at  all  .  over  time  ,  she’d  learned  to  tune  it  out  and  focus  on  the  kindness  that  flooded  her  comment  sections  and  mentions  .  .  .  but  every  now  and  again  something  slipped  through  the  cracks  .  .  .  and  when  they  did  ,  she  absorbed  them  like  a  blow  to  the  abdomen  .  they  settled  into  her  memory  and  cemented  themselves  there  ,  tucked  away  until  they  found  the  perfect  moment  to  make  her  self  conscious  .  like  the  fan  who  had  commented  on  the  shape  of  her  body  before  and  after  going  to  uni  .  .  .  and  another  from  galway  who  made  it  their  business  to  let  everyone  know  she’d  slept  around  while  living  there  .  .  .  and  every  time  someone  said  she  wasn’t  good  enough  for  kieran  or  any  of  them  .  that  she  had  bad  intentions  ,  leeching  onto  the  boys  for  fame  .  that  her  career  was  based  SOLELY  on  the  four  of  them  .  

if  she  caved  and  kept  scrolling  ,  she’d  commit  it  all  to  memory  .  .  .  everything  that  made  her  intuition  about  bex  STRONGER  .  

instead  ,  she  launched  forward  and  snatched  the  rubik’s  cube  back  up  ,  immediately  distorting  its  perfect  faces  and  mixing  it  up  again  .  it  was  good  to  keep  your  hands  busy  ,  she  knew  ,  when  your  mind  began  to  run  away  .  

the  worst  of  it  wasn’t  even  TRULY  comments  about  their  relationship  .  .  .  those  hurt  ,  but  they  didn’t  sting  quite  as  bad  as  real  -  time  updates  about  kieran  and  bex  showing  up  or  leaving  venues  together  .  she  dulled  the  pain  by  reminding  herself  that  THREE  other  boys  were  never  too  far  behind  .  that  kieran  would  never  .  .  .  COULD  never  .  .  .  

but  then  again  ,  there  was  the  tweet  that  weighed  heaviest  in  her  mind  .  kieran  walked  out  in  the  middle  of  an  interview  ,  and  he  hadn’t  told  her  .  something  rattled  him  to  the  point  of  his  version  of  an  outburst  ,  and  he  hadn’t  told  her  .  that  seemed  like  something  he  would  have  told  her  .  .  .  it  seemed  important  enough  ,  she  thought  to  herself  ,  right  ?  RIGHT  ?

her  throat  felt  tight  ,  and  she  kept  running  the  tweets  she’d  read  over  in  her  mind  .  there  was  a  deep  furrow  in  her  brow  as  she  looked  down  at  her  hands  ,  still  vehemently  mixing  up  the  toy  .  something  felt  off  kilter  .  .  .  but  she  couldn’t  pin  down  which  hurt  more  :  the  slew  of  tweets  from  people  pretending  to  know  what  went  on  in  her  relationship  .  .  .  or  the  thought  of  kieran  doing  something  as  rash  as  storming  out  of  an  interview  ––  and  then  not  telling  her  .  

“  i  didn’t  know  about  t’e  interv​​iew  bit  ,  ”  she  said  quietly  ,  eyes  still  trained  on  the  colorful  cube  .  she  was  certain  her  face  was  the  opposite  ,  color  drained  .  

“  evan  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  it’s  fine  ,  ”  she  said  firmly  ,  “  it’s  probably  not  true  .  just  like  t’e  rest  of  it  isn’t  true  .  ”

her  voice  sounded  distant  .  .  .  and  she  wasn’t  sure  if  she  was  trying  to  convince  isla  or  HERSELF  .  clearing  her  throat  again  ,  she  set  the  toy  back  down  on  her  desk  and  scooted  towards  the  computer  .  

“  i’ve  got  work  to  do  ,  ”  she  said  quietly  ,  getting  back  to  the  monitor  .  though  all  she  wanted  to  do  was  go  home  .  how  many  more  people  thought  that  she  wasn’t  GOOD  ENOUGH  for  kieran  ?  how  many  people  thought  someone  like  bex  was  a  better  fit  ?  how  long  would  it  take  for  the  suggestion  to  become  potent  enough  to  make  the  people  who  KNEW  them  question  it  as  well  ?  and  if  kieran  had  walked  out  of  an  interv​​iew  ,  WHY  hadn’t  he  told  her  ?  

she  glanced  down  at  her  own  phone  screen  ,  hoping  that  maybe  she’d  missed  a  text  or  a  call  .  .  .  but  all  she  got  was  nothing  .  nothing  but  the  words  she’d  seen  written  down  ,  now  cemented  in  her  mind  :  bex  is  simply  so  much  better  for  him  .  .  .  because  SHE  was  there  ,  wrapped  up  in  the  same  world  he  was  in  .  she  was  accessible  .  immediate  .  beautiful  .  

and  evan  was  stuck  in  london  with  nothing  but  time  to  wonder  .