#this makes me realise that there should be incentive to put a roof over people's heads. so if it rains people get unhappy

[theskyexists]

So now I've made a very good placement system that this guy who is INCREDIBLE at coding does a tutorial for and I made my own lil twist on it and it feels GREAT I love placing my lil boards and I only have one thing I can place so far! I'm not even much of a builder but this makes me want to build!!

[hyperpsychomaniac]

Who Says You Can't Go Home - Chapter 1

Darkwing Duck (90s series) fanfiction

Sequel to my recent fanfic The Other Side of Me

Summary: Down on his luck, the Negaverse Launchpad crashes at Launchpad’s parents looking for help. Launchpad, who has avoided visiting his family since he started working with Darkwing, returns in a panic to ensure his double isn’t causing trouble. And then it gets awkward.

***

The landing gear snapped off on impact. The aeroplane skidded across the wet earth, its momentum fast eaten by the mud that sucked at its belly, and lurched to rest. Launchpad pushed himself upright in the cockpit, weight on one arm, the other clutched tightly across his chest. He got a leg over the cockpit, then tumbled out and over the crumpled wing and slammed into the mud.

“Gawd damn it!” Launchpad sucked in a breath as pain shot through his arm. He’d broken bones before. But he was soaked through and exhausted. He could not stop trembling in the cold.

His remaining energy was draining fast, but he forced himself to raise his head. In the house barely fifty feet away, a light flickered on. Its residents could not have missed the fated flight of the aeroplane right above their very heads, nor the subsequent crash. Launchpad could only hope they were the same as those in his world had been. That in this world, they were still here. That they would even care. He dragged himself upright, still cradling his arm, and stumbled towards the front porch.

The front door opened, and a broad-shouldered man stepped out into the night. He held a shot gun, but it swung lazily down by his side. “Hey, what’s going on! Are you alright out there?”

A smaller woman stepped out beside him. She squinted into the darkness, then gasped faintly. She squeezed her husband’s shoulder. “Rip…”

He left the gun right there on the porch and rushed over. His wife beat him there. She reached up and grasped Launchpad’s shoulders, looked into his eyes. “Sweetheart, what have you done to yourself?”

Launchpad saw the realisation dawn on her face even as he shook his head. “I’m not your son. But I know him. He’s a friend of mine, and… I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” His knees buckled. The man who was not his father lunged forward. Launchpad felt his arms around him, taking his weight, as he sunk to the ground and the world blackened.

***

“Launchpad!” Gosalyn’s voice carried into the kitchen. “Your Mom is on the phone!”

Launchpad dropped his spoon into his cereal with a splash, put his face into his hands, and groaned loudly.

Across the other side of the kitchen table, Drake scoffed. “Seriously, LP? This is getting ridiculous. Go and talk to your mother.”

“She called like last week!” Launchpad shot back, face still in his hands.

“Last week? More like three weeks ago.” Drake pointed out. “You know, I didn’t always get on with my parents either. But if I had the chance to talk to them again…”

“The whole DW thing doesn’t exactly make it easy.” He’d tried to explain it to Drake before.

“Launchpad!”

Looked like he wouldn’t get the chance to now either. Launchpad pushed his cereal away with a huff and headed out to the phone. It could be worse. It could be his father. Gosalyn eagerly held out the receiver. The second Launchpad took it she bolted for the kitchen. “Hi, Mom.”

“Sweetheart! I’m so glad I got you.”

Launchpad smiled faintly. Despite the frustration talking to his parents always seemed to cause him, it was good to hear her voice again. With any luck, he’d get this over with before Drake got apprehensive about whatever secrets he thought his sidekick was giving away. His mother could be awkward, and with DW trying to listen in half the time, however justifiable his reasons, it only made the whole thing worse.

“Gosalyn, no!” Drake’s voice came from the kitchen. “You are not eating chocolate for breakfast!”

“But it’s cereal. Why do we even have it if we can’t eat it for breakfast?”

“Launchpad bought it. Put it back!”

Well, at least Gosalyn was distracting him. He might get to have a private conversation for once.

On the other end of the line, his mother chuckled. “Is that your boyfriend and his daughter?”

Launchpad flushed. “Mom! I told you; he’s my housemate. I’m just helping him out with his kid, and…” Numerous other activities DW would literally kill him for if he told his family about. “Stuff.”

“Okay,” said his mother, though she sounded thoroughly unconvinced. “How’s your job flying going? Was it private or commercial again?” She was fishing. Because, obviously, he’d told her nothing about the Thunderquack.

“Private,” he said tersely.

Back when he’d been working for Mr McDee, even though they hadn’t spoken often on the phone, when his mother called, she would always ask him about the planes. Working for a billionaire? Not a problem. They didn’t give a damn who you told about their assets. There were always new planes, and Launchpad had been unable to stop himself spilling everything. How high they were rated to fly, how far, the engine, make and model… And then his mother could tell him, right off the bat, every detail of the history of that engine, not missing, of course, any women who’d been involved in its manufacture.

Not for the first time, all Launchpad wanted to do was scream into the phone: “Mom, I designed and built a plane. It’s called the Thunderquack. It’s got complex electronics and everything. And it didn’t even matter that half my teachers to told me I had to be smart to make something like that!

“Was there a reason you called?” Launchpad forced himself to say instead.

There was a pause. Launchpad felt the energy drain from the conversation like fuel from a punctured tank. “I wanted to talk to you about you coming to visit.”

Launchpad stiffened. “I told you and Dad, I’m pretty busy.”

“I know, Launchpad. And I didn’t intend to bug you again so soon.”

Launchpad sagged back against the wall and closed his eyes. “You’re not bugging me, Mom.”

“It’s just that circumstances have changed. A friend of yours came to visit. I think he might need your help. And, well, he’s a little rough around the edges. Your father and I would be far more comfortable if you were here as well.”

Launchpad frowned. “A friend? Who?”

His mother paused for a long moment. “Well, that’s one of the things that’s making us a little uncomfortable. He tried to explain it to us, but… Launchpad, it’s… Launchpad.”

***

“I told him to stay away from Saint Canard!” Launchpad pelted a jacket across the room to join the steadily building pile of clothes atop the duffle bag that lay open on his bed. “You don’t think he would’ve realised I meant other places with people I care about too?”

Drake stood in Launchpad’s doorway, out of the firing line of various items of clothing. “He is you, LP. He may have missed that nuance. How many scarves do you need anyway?”

Launchpad held off hurling what was either the fourth or fifth scarf across the room, and fixed Drake with a glare.

It didn’t deter Drake in the slightest. “You chose to let him go. Behind my back. You knew you had to take responsibility for that choice.”

“Why do you think I’m packing?” Launchpad yanked on his duffle bag until the pile of clothes jostled inside. He wrestled with the zip. “I know he’s not going to hurt them on purpose or anything. But, you’re right, he’s my responsibility. I should be dealing with him, not my parents. I’m not surprised he’s done something to make them uncomfortable.”

“He makes me uncomfortable. He set you entire hanger alight, LP. I get he has issues. But, yeah, a rough as guts clone of their son rocking up on their doorstep? Your poor parents.”

“Come on. I feel bad enough already.” The zip finally cooperated.

“So, I guess we’d better finish packing and get on the road before he causes your family any trouble.”

“We?”

Drake’s gaze lowered to Launchpad’s bedroom floor. “I didn’t have your back last time he was here. If you want back up, either facing your parents or your double, Gos and I are more than happy to tag along.”

Launchpad swallowed. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

“How long will it take to drive to your parents?”

“Too long. I thought we could take the Thunderquack. It’d be quicker. And it might be a good idea to have it on hand.”

It wasn’t like Launchpad hadn’t seen it coming. Drake’s eyes widened, and his paranoia ratcheted up a couple notches. “No way, LP! How are you going to explain arriving at your folks’ place in the Thunderquack? Without giving away Darkwing’s secret identity.”

Launchpad rolled his eyes. “Look, if we have to arrive in the car, I’ve got an idea. Though I’m not sure your car insurance company would like it very much.”

***

Negaduck surveyed the dark streets of Saint Canard. He rubbed his hands together with glee. “Now what havoc can I cause in this peaceful city tonight? Burn down an orphanage? Nah. Oh, an old folks’ home? Hmm.” He sat on the edge of the building’s roof and pondered.

He was in no rush. Ever since Gosalyn had left home he’d had no reason to return at any given time. She had no idea how good she’d had it; how many exceptions he’d made for her. Why did he think he lumped all her punishments on Launchpad? She was his daughter after all. His. And she had no right to leave him. At least now he didn’t have to worry he’d return home to find she’d tried to make him something pretty. He didn’t know where she’d even picked up ideas like that. Now, he was unencumbered. His own man again. Free from his ungrateful daughter.

And that idiot Launchpad. Negaduck’s lip curled up in a sneer. He’d been useless at keeping his daughter in line in his absence, and useless at digging up her whereabouts when she’d run away. It hadn’t mattered how much ‘incentive’ Negaduck had given him. He’d failed to find her. And still come crawling back, half dead with exhaustion. At least he took Negaduck’s orders seriously, if too literally. ‘Don’t rest until you find her!’ had turned out hilariously. But after he’d failed, Negaduck should never have let him back in the house. In his daughter’s absence, the other man’s presence had been nothing but a nuisance. Taunting and overworking him hadn’t made it any more bearable. Oh yeah. It had been a stroke of genius getting rid of him in the barely functioning portal.

But what would occupy him tonight? The thought of tormenting his deceased minion had made him nostalgic. Negaduck needed to mess with somebody. And not just any random Saint Canardian.

A glint of light weaving among the buildings caught his eye. The Thunderquack. It headed out towards the bay, Duckberg, and then further inland. Swinging beneath its belly was a very strange cargo.

“Now where would that dingus do-gooder Darkwing Dark be carting an entire car?” Not some fancy over-the-top superhero gadget laden vehicle either, but a regular blue sedan.

Negaduck rubbed at his beak, and considered his own life in suburbia, back in the Negaverse. He would never drive something so lame, but Darkwing’s alter ego just might. He had never considered harassing Darkwing Duck in his normal life. More than often, it was Darkwing messing with him and spoiling his fun. Negaduck had no reason to seek him out more than necessary.

Negaduck chuckled. “This may be just what I need to get back on top of my game. Guess it’s time for a ROAD TRIP!” He threw his head back and cackled into the night air.

***

Chapter 2

[chubbyooo]

Blurred Lines:Cursed Past Chapter 70: The Ranger

first of all how have there been 70 of these things my lord XD not much else to say except my country is in lockdown so plenty of incentive to write

Ash and Gacen continue their search for the ranger

Ash peered through the macrobinoculars as she heard an audible groan from the whiney impatient zabrak for maybe the hundredth time today “ugghhhhhhhh how long is this going to taaaaake” Ash set her binoculars down and let out a sigh. They had set up lookout on top of the ship and he was lying flat on the top of the hull clearly frustrated with how long they had been here, but he wasn't the only one and his incessant whining was making it so much worse.

Ash took a deep breath “I don’t know Gacen but what did you expect we weren’t just going to instantly find this ranger guy, they said they only come around now and again” Gacen turned over groaning into the ships hull Ash rolled her eyes this week had truly shown what an impatient child he could be

Ash had to admit she was excited they were so close though maybe it’d help her compulsive need to help the prick, “I knowwww I’m just sooo booored” he had a point she was pretty bored too even she had her limits. Ash scoffed at the wines of Gacen how would she shut him up she looked around her and noticed a hydro spanner she’d brought up to secure her lookout, she smiled giving it an underarm toss next to Gacen. It hit the hull with a clang and Gacen jumped up with a loud yelp, Ash snorted with laughter as she watched him stumble around for balance. Eventually he turned to Ash “Hey what the fuck that could have hit me Ash” Ash just smiled at him as he sulked 

Ash smirked “you had it coming” Gacen frowned at her as he sat back down not appreciating her fun ���to be fair you always have it coming a little bit” Gacen began to sulk looking away “oh come on dude I was only joking” he looked like a kid who’d been denied his favourite toy “you are not going to make me feel bad about this how dare you” I smile crept across the edge of his face, Ash groaned “I hate you so much” why was she like this

He smirked “I had you going though you’re so easy to make feel bad I swear” Ash had to admit he was right it was way too easy, she took another look through the macrobinoculars still nothing.

They waited for another few hours before Ash caught something entering the atmosphere “Gacen Gacen look there’s actually something up there” she pointed but quickly realised that Gacen was asleep. She watched as the moderately sized craft came into view; it wasn’t the same cruiser they had found at the Horned Rancors base in fact much bigger but she imagined Risha wouldn’t want to show that off. It seemed like it could house tons of people but it would certainly be comfortable for a droid, in any case it looked promising. They needed to look more conspicuous; she jumped and slid down to where Gacen was picking him up by the collar and heading off the roof of the ship as quick as she could.

As she jumped down to the ground Gacen woke up looking around “what’s going on” he struggled in her grip but gave up quickly, she lead them under the ship behind the landing ramp and shushed him

She whispered “there’s a ship coming in looks like it could be the ranger” Gacen nodded his face lighting up

He whispered back “finally, well let’s get out there” he looked down realising Ash was still holding him limp by the collar he sighed “do I weigh anything to you?” Ash hadn’t even realised she was still holding him

Ash smiled “not really it’s like a warm up dumbbell” Gacen sulked wriggling out of Ash’s grip “Ok like we rehearsed you go ‘meet’ with him and put the fake tracker on him I’ll put the real one on the ship” Gacen nodded and started to head towards the town. 

It was a bit of a convoluted plan but Ash thought the only way the droid would feel safe is if they had thought they had already removed a tracker, especially if it was Risha’s droid. Gacen definitely had the better chance at acting like an idiot than her, heck he was basically method acting.

Ash waited until she saw the Ranger droid cross the wasteland towards the town, it really looked like one of those lone ranger types you’d find on rural planets it had the poncho and everything. Although that was probably to hide the droid parts it’s movements were very robotic though it was amazing it hadn’t been caused but then again that town wasn’t exactly advanced.

Soon Ash was making her way towards where she saw the ship land and soon found herself outside a Starscape-Class yacht this was not a cheap buy to say the least and what? it was used for transport, very outside its job description. She made sure her gun was at the ready and got out her slicing gear, soon she had lowered the landing ramp and watched as turrets lowered ready to shoot her but didn’t fire any bolts thanks to some more quick slicing. She crept into the rather large ship and quickly found it was full to the brim with boxes the vast majority of them empty, she wondered what Gacen would say to a Yatch being used for such ‘crude’ transportation. She knew she should just plant the tracker and go but she had to admit she was curious, she made her way to the engine room and sure enough the little contraption they’d bought on Gabredor III was attached to this engine too, the chances of this being Risha was only increasing.

She made her way to the cockpit which took her way too long with the size of the ship but eventually she reached the cockpit and found it just as full of boxes as everywhere else this droid sure didn’t know much about comfort. Her comm fluttered to life suddenly “Ash the Ranger’s on their way back you need to get out of there” Ash’s mind returned back to the reasons she was here, she found a random box unlikely to be checked and placed the tracker on the inside before making her way to the entrance. 

She made her way out and quickly ran for cover looking at her datapad and beginning to try and close the landing ramp before the ranger returned, it had just about closed when she heard the sound of mechanical movement into the space. She peered over the rocks to see them head towards the door seemingly oblivious to her presence, she watched as they flicked off the tracker Gacen had placed on them, good thing too she was starting to worry this had been unnecessary. The ramp descended and they began to walk up but then she watched as they peered around the area for a second, she shrunk down hoping she hadn’t been spotted. After the longest second of her life they continued up the ramp and Ash waited there until they were taken off and far away, she let out a long sigh of relief all was looking good

She quickly made her way back to the ship where Gacen was already plotting in the coordinates with the tracker “nice one Ash that dumb droid had no idea about the second tracker” Ash smiled jumping into the cockpit seat.

Ash looked to Gacen “alright let’s follow that droid, there were a load of odd things in the ship I think we’re on the right track dude this might be it” Gacen smiled back before a wave of nervousness crossed his face

Gacen looked away and swallowed “yeah I uh I guess it’s time” Ash smiled at him taking his hand, she could feel it shaking as she took it.

Ash wasn’t good at sentimentality but she’d try “dude it’s gonna be just fine and trust me if she’s a bitch to you I will kick her ass ok” was that ok she couldn’t tell

Gacen nodded a slight smile crossing his face “yeah I know Ash, I’ve played this moment over in my mind so many times good and bad but now it’s here I feel like I dunno if I can even take it” Ash nodded she kind of understood the sentiment

Ash smiled “dude it’s going to be fine I promise I’m here for you regardless” Gacen took a long deep breath and then grabbed the controls to give chase 

Gacen held the controls tight “you’re right it’s gonna be fine, next stop Rish”...

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Finding answers and trust- Klance Month Week 1

So this kinda ended up being pre-klance. When I was thinking of the prompt, I thought of this Star Wars Clone Wars rewrite I’ve been reading and when they did the episode when the Chancellor sent Padame to the middle of a fight and she got captured and when she was stuck on the train, Anikin told her to trust him and jump and there was this part where she was like, she always trusted him no matter what, and I was like, I want to do something like that, but with Klance. Don’t think I fully got there, but close enough I guess. Hopefully next week will be better. Anyway, thanks to those who liked the fic, it made me feel good after the last time I did @monthlyklance prompts and didn’t get any likes or anything, which made me feel like my writing wasn’t any good. Maybe once the month is over, I’ll feel confident enough to upload to AO3. Dawn/Trust

“Lance-san? Lance-san? Lance-san?”

“Ow!” Lance jolted out of this thoughts when a sudden pain flared on his hand. He dropped the cat teasing toy from his hand and looked insulted at the Ragdoll standing in front of him looking insulted herself. “Blue, what the hell?”

“To be honest, you weren’t paying attention to her.” Lance looked up from his slightly bleeding hand to look at Romelle. He stared at her trying to figure out why she looked so odd when he realised she had pulled her flowing locks into braids, styling it in a way that she looked like the stereotypical picture of a German country girl. “Are you ok? you’ve been acting strange.”

How could he not? It seemed like ages ago he found out the guy who was essentially his boss was the same guy he’d spend nights chasing around, literally putting out his fires.

Fire Fang. His boss, Akira ‘Keith’ Kogane, was Fire Fang. Maybe. All Lance saw was a message. With the symbol of Fire Fang as the background picture. he’d been so stunned by the revelation, he was a dazed mess the whole meeting. It was amazing he was able to translate from Spanish to Japanese, which was hard enough to do into English, not to mention how he’d actually be paying attention then. He didn’t even bother asking about what he saw. He just bowed, thanked him and ran out under the pretence of writing up a report on the meeting for him.

He avoided even going near his office at the risk of him somehow knowing and deciding to roast him on the spot. Though, to be very honest, he wasn’t scared of Fire Fang. Definitely thought he needed to be caught and taken in, but he strangely knew that as much as he got fire balls lobed at him, they were never really aimed at him. It was more of to keep him away. Except for the time the office building was set on fire, Fang never really aimed for building that still had people in it. Surprising for Japan, but Lance never read anything about causalities. A few scares and injured if people were in there, but thanks to him following Fang and putting out his fires, they injuries never head to deaths.

Lance just didn’t understand how someone like Keith, who was practically the head of his department would go around setting fire to the place he worked for. It didn’t make sense.

“I’m fine, just a weird day at work.” Yeah, weird day alright. He was actually hoping Fang would attack tonight. As much as he didn’t want to be around Keith when he was at work, he felt a bit more confident about facing Fang to get answers. He hoped.

                                                     ______________

Lance had begun to think Fire Fang would never show up, as it got closer and closer to when he’d call it a night when he heard the explosion. He went sprinting towards it, hoping to find Fang, but he found someone else instead.

There was a marina that was close to a field of warehouses, a good majority of them belonging to Galra Industries and Altea Corp. Being near such a large body of water should of made Lance feel safe, but not when his opponent was Prince. He’d only faced the masked opponent once when he spent the sunrise with Fang, but there was something about the guy that felt unhinged, dangerous. he’d been ready to kill Fang that night.

Altea Corp warehouses were on fire and others near it were catching on fire as well. Lance focused on the water when a yell pierced through the air.

“Where are you mangy cat?! You think you can take what belongs to me and not face the consequences I’ll destroy you, you traitor!”

Yeah, definitely unhinged. Lance watched Prince stand in the middle of a burning warehouse, screaming for Fire Fang and using his power – which seemed like telekinesis just judging from how things would move and Lance’s experience with sci-fi movies – to destroy the buildings around him, like a child having a tantrum.

“If you won’t show yourself, then maybe I ought to take care of your little dragon friend.”

Dragon? He didn’t mean….?

Lance got his answer when he felt like a vice grip took hold of his throat and lifted him into the air, cutting off his own. He struggled, scratching uselessly as his neck, the air disappearing more and more. When his vision started going dark, he saw the red of fire as the grip was released and he went falling towards the ground. Something grabbed him around his waist as they approached the ground, taking the first hit as the went rolling across the floor. Lance was more concerned with breathing again than anything, so he barely heard the questions directed to him until he was yanked from the ground and shoved between two warehouses.

He looked up at Fire Fang, who had him pressed against a wall, glancing out into the open.

“Hey-” his words were cut off by a hand over his mouth. Lance tried not to focus on how warm Fang was, even with gloves on.

“Quiet.” he ordered.

Lance narrowed his eyes. Ok, so maybe this guy was his boss, the voice sounded too familiar for it to be a coincidence, but that didn’t mean he could order him around. Not during this time.

Lance grabbed Fang’s wrist to pull it away from his mouth when his grip tightened and Fang glared his purple gold eyes down at him.

“McClain, I’m warning you.”

That gave Lance move than enough incentive to yank his hand away. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew. You don’t do much to hide your face. Of course I didn’t expect to find the guy who’s been after me since-”

“Since the fire! You almost killed me! If it wasn’t for my own powers, I would have been dead. You work for Galra Industries. Why the hell are you attacking them?” Lance yelled.

“Do you know who that guy is?” Keith snapped back.

“Someone who clearly doesn’t like you.”

“That’s Lotor Sincline! Galra Industries has been building illegal weapons and experimentation on people like us. Altea Corp has been looking for information to have the company shut down. that’s why I’m working there. Of course, his boss, aka his father, seems to think a guy who works in the Translations Department can do better than his own son, hence why he wants to rip my head off.”

“Well maybe you deserve it! Why should I believe you?”

“McClain, on the few times we’ve spoken, have I lied to you? I let you take my tablet, the one I use to talk to the people back in Altea, knowing if you saw it, you’d figure it out. If I was truly evil, you think I would of let you take it?”

Lance didn’t know. It felt like things were being thrown at him and he didn’t know how to react.

“Come here you mangy cat!” Prince – or Lotor – yelled, already using his powers to crush the warehouses near them.

Keith grabbed his hand and pulled him down the path, weaving around the different paths.

“We need to get to Altea’s main office. I know you don’t believe me but Lotor will figure out who you are. All he has to do is go over the people I’ve interacted with for the past few months and he’ll find you as easily as I did. Once we get there, you can decided if you want to help us or not.”

“What happens if I say no?” Lance asked, still trying to make sense of what was going on.

“We get you transferred to a different office or go into hiding, your choice.”

Leave Japan? Leave the place that had become his home? Lance couldn’t, not after everything he did to even get here in the first place. If Keith was telling the truth and Galra Industries was the evil company that fit into his comic book style life, didn’t that mean he had to help stop them? He wanted to, if it meant he didn’t have to stay out and chase after a fire wielding cat and have a normal sleep schedule again amongst other things he wished for himself.

Keith yanked him around a corner. “We’ve got a boat waiting for us.”

“A boat? wouldn’t that be easy pickings for this guy?”

“Not when it’s a boat made by Pidge. Trust me we’ll be fine.”

Trust. Did he trust Keith? When Lance was chasing him across the city, he did speak with him a little. he’d pointed out how Fang never attacked buildings with people in them and was given the reply that after going too far one time, he didn’t want to be considered a murder rather than a disturbance. How the people who worked at the destroyed buildings weren’t going to lose their livelihood. Lance heard rumours on how those people were then hired to work at Altea Corp not long after the attacks. Other than attacking Galra Industries buildings, Lance never saw much other than a guy with a dislike of a popular company. But was it enough that he trusted him?

The two let out screams as the ground from under them broke and took to the sky.

“If you won’t come to me, I’ll drag you here myself!” Lotor cried from wherever he was.

“Over there!” Keith pointed out down to the open water, which was much closer than Lance thought. If they hadn’t gotten caught, they would have been able to get away. “That’s the boat. We need to jump.” he said, pointing at the large shining object floating in the water.

“Jump?”

“We’ll be fine, but we need to do this now before we get any higher. Do you trust me?”

Lance squeezed Keith’s hand.

“Yes.”

When it came down to it, he did feel like he could trust Keith. The guy who sat with him on the roof so he could watch the sunset. The guy who learned from his mistakes and bettered them. The guy who was risking a lot to even save him.

He followed Keith’s lead and jumped off the rock. The sparkling thing was the roof of the circular vehicle sitting in the water and it opened, allowing the two of them to hit the almost soft floor. It still hurt, but they were safe as the roof went back over and Lance could feel the boat speeding off.

“Bring a stray with you Keith?” a feminine voice from the front asked. Lance was still trying to catalogue what really hurt.

“Just get us out of here Pidge. Hey, are you ok?”

Lance looked at Keith who had pulled of his metal mask. It was going to take some getting used to to see his boss in the clothes in what he considered to be his biggest problem for the past couple months.

“I’m trusting you because you haven’t given me any reason that I shouldn’t. I really hope you don’t plan on betraying that trust.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Somehow, Lance knew he was telling the truth.

[happyimagines]

Party Secrets

Summary: Peter Peter attends one of Tony Stark’s famous parties where he just wants to be with (Y/N).

(Hope you like it!)

Covering my free ear, I pressed my phone harder to my ear trying to hear Peter. Surrounding me was the chatter of party guests and music from the speakers in the room.

“Peter, can you repeat that? I can’t hear y- who’s doing their car horn?” I asked.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can and that was someone excited to see me!”

“And by you, you mean Spider-Man?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah!” Peter laughed, and my stomach flipped. “By the way, should I use the elevator up or down?”

“Go to the roof, someone might see you.”

“Okay, save me a soda!”

The call ended, and I pocketed my phone. As I looked at the crowd of partygoers, I saw Clint who had questioning look on his face and he mimed holding a phone to his ear. I shook my head and made my way through the crowds to the open bar Tony set up. Usually when Tony had some sort of party, I would make an appearance before leaving. However, with peter coming to a party, there was more of an incentive to stay.

I leaned against the bar and asked the bartenders to set aside bottles of soda for Peter and I. With a nod, they stashed the bottles away and I took one that was handed to me. I sat down and took a sip as Clint joined me.

“You okay?” Clint asked.

“Yeah, I just need a drink.” I took a sip from the bottle as Clint took a glass from the bartender.

“Who were you on the phone with?”

“Peter, it’s his first time coming to one of Tony’s parties and he wanted to know how to arrive.”

“Like through a window with a backflip or…?”

“More like whether it would be less inconspicuous to use the elevator up or down.” I turned my head to look at Clint and subtly looked past his head at the elevator.

Above the doors, the elevator light came on the sliding doors opened. I saw Peter whose face was hidden behind his mask. His eyes went wide.

“And he’s wearing his mask.” I whispered.

Clint turned in his seat as Peter quickly pulled his mask off and stuffed it into his pocket. Peter stepped out of the elevator and smiled as he walked over to Bruce. The two of them started talking and Peter looked casual, relaxed.

“At least he recovered from that.” Clint chuckled.

“Yup,” I smiled at Peter as he scanned the room. He stopped in his tracks and raised his hand to wave. As he did, I watched as Thor came up from behind Peter and clapped him on the shoulder. Thor turned him around towards a table where he had bottles of whatever Asgardian alcohol he brought with him.

“You might want to go rescue your boyfriend.” Clint told me.

“What?” I whirled around to look at Clint.

“I’m just saying you might want to go help Peter. If that stuff can affect the super soldier, imagine what it’d do to him.”

Realising that Clint hadn’t meant the word in its literal term, I looked at Peter. Thor had handed him a drink and Peter looked around the room trying to see if anyone was seeing the same thing. Thankfully from where he was talking to Rhodey and Maria, Tony got up from his own seat with his drink in hand to save Peter. He waved the drink in his hand as he told Thor that Peter was far too young to be having a drink, let alone an Asgardian one.

Taking the cue to put his drink down, Peter turned away from the table only for Tony to throw his arm around his shoulders. The two of them spoke as they made their way to us. I caught the attention of the bartender who handed me another soda bottle. As Tony approached with Peter, I held the bottle out and Peter took it. He smiled a thanks and I smiled back.

“Hey,” I held my bottle out and Peter clinked his against mine.

“Hey,” Peter said. “This is crazy,”

“This happens a lot.” Clint told him.

“Have you ever had that Asgardian stuff?” Peter asked sitting next to me.

“The mead? No way, that stuff would probably kill me.” I told him. “And speaking of killing me, my head is aching.”

“You’re heading down?” Peter asked quickly. Clint raised his eyebrows at us.

“Only for a little bit, I’ll probably come back.” I looked at Clint who gestured to the elevator.

“Go take a break.”

I nodded to the men and made my way to the elevator. As I did, I could feel Peter’s eyes in the back of my head as he watched me. The elevator doors closed, and I felt my phone vibrate with a text message. The message from him read that he would try to leave the party if he could to meet me.

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out into my apartment. I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the sofa with my drink. As I scrolled through my phone, I was able to see many selfies of Tony’s party guests as they posted them online to various social medias. As I scrolled through the pictures, I flagged the few pictures where my face could be seen for reasons that could endanger myself during future missions.

“Mx (Y/L/N), Mr Parker is requesting entry.” JARVIS told me.

“Let him in,” I said looking up from my phone as the elevator doors opened. “So, what’d you think?”

“Of the party? Are they always like this?” Peter asked breathless as if the party had taken it from him.

“Always. They’re insane but they’re fun at first.” I moved over, and Peter came and sat next to me. “However, you can always count on people taking pictures to celebrate it. If you want, I can delete any pictures you don’t like.” I handed Peter my phone as he scrolled through the pictures of the party. Some of them showed him looking around whereas other ones showed him with Tony.

I looked at Peter whose eyes were focused on my phone screen. I watched as his lashes stood out in the light of the room and his brow furrowed as he debated the pictures.

“I think that we should get a picture of us.” Peter told me looking up.

“Okay,” I smiled as Peter held up my phone to take a selfie. The two of us leaned in closer to each other as Peter began taking pictures. I stuck my tongue out and Peter copied as he took another picture. As he snapped another, I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek.

Surprised, Peter looked at me and grinned. Something about seeing his smiley face so close to mine caused me to break out into laughter. Peter laughed and leaned his forehead against mine. I filled the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Still smiling Peter kissed me back and moved his lips against mine as he wrapped his arms around my back.

“Oh!”

The two of us quickly broke apart, faces flushed with red. I pushed my hair out of my face as I looked past Peter’s wide-eyed face at Clint.

“I’m going back up.” Clint turned around and stepped back into the elevator. The doors closed behind him and I looked at Peter.

“He’s going to tell the others, isn’t he?” Peter asked.

“If they didn’t know now, they will soon.” I admitted.

“Should we go?”

“Yep!” I grabbed my phone and got to my feet to follow Peter to the elevator. “Take my phone,” I tossed my phone and Peter caught it as I scooped my shoes up from where I had kicked them off. While the elevator began ascending, I pulled on my shoes

“What’s the plan?” Peter asked once I stood straight with both shoes on my feet.

“I say we go in and pretend we weren’t just making out?” I suggested.

“Sounds good.” Peter nodded staring straight ahead to see the elevator doors opening. I reached for Peter’s hand and squeezed it before heading into the party.

What felt like forever, the party came to an end and Tony’s guests left for their homes. The only ones left were the Avengers, Peter, and me. Everyone had sat down in a circle together with their drinks and I looked at Clint and Peter.

“Okay so Clint probably told you guys that we were making out, didn’t he?” I asked. The light chatter that was going on amongst the Avengers came to a halt. With the beginning of the silence, it dawned on me, and by Peter’s eyes going wide, that Clint hadn’t told everyone what he saw. Instead, I did.

I took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“You two were what?” Natasha put her glass down and leaned forwards.

“We were making out.” Peter answered.

“And you two are dating?” Tony asked.

“Yep.” I nodded. “We’ve been dating for a few months now.” I smiled. “So, get it out the way, we’ll be careful, we have been careful, we won’t hurt each other,” I listed off potential things that everyone could say to us.

Clint groaned. “Just don’t make out with each other in front of us, it was gross seeing it the first time.”

[themindofstruggle]

Today's still yesterday

I find myself alone in bed with a killer headache; Cold, miserable and lost. It's nights like these where I'm dead tired, in pain & alone to my thoughts that really hit me hard. Today was like any other. I woke up after a restless nights sleep, struggling to get out of the warmth of my bed and into the warmth of my shower, where I stand silently until I finally build up the courage to turn off the water and start my day. I make it through the struggle of getting to work only to be bombarded with anxiety. To others, siting in your own row with no one beside you would be a treat. Not for me. The thoughts running through my mind are going a thousand miles a minute. I still don't know whether I'm going to be kept on as permanent here or whether I should start to look for a new job. I work in retail and have been given a "2-3 month temp" position. It's now 6 months later and I have still no idea what I'm doing. I was offered a job almost 3 months ago now, only for it to be cut at the last minute. So, you can imagine my anxiety going through the roof any time somebody wants to talk to me. I can't go back to working in retail though, I told myself that the minute I stepped foot into the office world. The constant rejection and lack of compassion/general consideration is not worth my overpowering thoughts of death. To make things worse, this all takes place in a city that I don't and will never call home. My partner got a promotion over here, so we packed up and left. I wasn't going to suddenly let our 4 years together go down the gutter like that. She doesn't understand what goes through my mind, she has her own issues and I get that. It's finally tolling on her that there really is no place like home and we're beginning to put things into motion to hopefully move back. What is home though? It's such a foreign place to me now. It's great to see my friends when I visit, but the added incentive of only being in town for two or three days makes people a lot nicer and a lot easier to organise. Will I be the same person? I'm certainly not the same person who moved away in the first place and I'm beginning to realise more and more that I moved away for a reason and not just for my partner's position. It's hard to tell what's what in this psycho fucked up world. Everybody is so pretentious these days and kids watch this brainwashing tv shows with such strict guidelines and everybody is afraid of offending someone. Not even that, everything offends everyone. You can't say what you want and you certainly can't be who you want, you have to monitor every little detail or you will be slain over the internet and picked apart until you're dry. Isn't that the very thing that people are trying to protect themselves from? For gods sake everything is racist and everything is sexist. I'm all for equality, you know what I say - so long as you're nice to me I'll be nice to you, but people need to laugh and to live a little more. We weren't given these guidelines in life, people made them up and mostly just to make themselves feel better. I can't help but feel so much pressure on me from every angle of my life. I'm so lost and so insecure with who I am as a person. I don't know who that is and I don't know how I can find out. Tomorrow, I'm going to wake up and have to do it all again. I just know I'm going to be surrounded by people, yet still feel so alone. Thanks for listening to today's terribly written disaster piece. -@themindofstruggle