#Hello Copter

[autismdurst]

I predicted this..

[ali3nboyfriend]

Wicked movie in theaters in November. Rated PG. Smdh

completely unsurprised, it feels like they really wanted it to compete w disney's typical fare so they learned into that market. disappointing because i feel like wicked's edges are what made it so captivating in the first place (and it was already WAYYY sanded down from the novel it was based on, which was, Well Good Lord) but completely unsurprising

or i guess, A Little Surprising because they did say they're apparently not cutting out a single song? but i guess that doesn't account for recontextualizing them

[thelastspeecher]

In regards to the Gravity Falls cookbook that we're now -both- manifesting: I was looking at the food page of the gf wiki and realized that there's not much in the way of non-commercial processed foods featured in gf. So... I guess what would you do as a take on Baron Num Nums High Flyin' Beans?

I think the best route to go would be a bean-based dish. Possibly framing it in the cookbook as being a recipe that is on the can of beans, like how chocolate chip packages have chocolate chip cookie recipes on them. Could even have Ford say something about how his "research partner" loved it when he made this recipe back when they were working on the portal, but he never told McGucket that he just got the recipe from the can of beans.

Maybe the title of the dish would be something along the lines of "Baron Num Nums High Flyin' Bean Dish".

To get into specifics for the dish, the classic option would be some sort of baked bean recipe. But a LOT of novelty cookbooks have recipes for baked beans. A more original (and thus more fun!) option would be a calico bean recipe.

Also, I think calico beans are tastier than baked beans anyways!

[ask2012donnie]

Omg hi

First out of all your brothers, you're my favorite, and what inventions are u working on.

Ps tell your brothers I said hi. 😘

Hello Zoey! Or Zoitza-Pizza if you prefer. Thank you for the question, I hope you’re having a fantastic day!

Well you’ve made the right—the smart—choice of Donnie being your favorite; I mean c’mon, haha, look at this superb bundle of genius and intellect! I’d want to be me too if I wasn’t already me.

Ahem—now! Inventions. I have many in the works; some still in conception, some in the blueprint phase. Currently, I’m working on building a small prototype of a helicopter that’ll scale up once I find some beefy engines to fly this baby. The small model works fine; basic plastic frame with a DC motor I scavenged from an old CD player. Now the matter of making sure the “Shell-o-copter” can handle the weight of us four…

Any who! We were on for Movie Marathon Night: Space Heroes edition. Don’t get me started on the scientific inaccuracies in that show... It drives me off the wall bonkers whenever I bring up, “Hey Leo, the notation for this is incomprehensible and some of these variables aren’t even defined clearly—” and all I get back is, “Ah, ah, ah—Donni—shhh! He’s gonna do the thing now”.

I told the guys that “Zoey says hi” too!

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Hello can I request nightcrawler X2 x reader who’s also a mutant and new to the whole good guy thing after being left by magneto please! (also can you include admiring Kurt’s angelic symbols and getting him flustered and soft romance😽)

~Just How Fast Life Changes~

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: None, I mean not really, I mention the end of X-2 but nothing bad.

Genre: fluff so much fluff- minor angst

Summary: You were so sure Magneto was always looking out for you it's almost devastating when he leaves you stranded, in an incoming flood. Luckily Charles always has a plan and a desire to help.

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"Magneto!" You dash out of the underground base, having narrowly avoided those pesky X-men. Magneto and Mystique are in a helicopter that's barely off the ground. There's someone else with them but you don't recognize the kid. Mystique seems to see you long before Magneto does, but she doesn't drop the copter for you, in fact she looks directly at you as she takes the thing higher and higher into the air, leaving you stranded.

You're- shocked? You know Mystique never liked you much but she's never outrightly screwed you and this is screwing you in the most extreme sense. The dam is breaking and you're sure it's only a matter of moments before you find yourself face to face with the exact people you just avoided trying to escape in the first fucking place.

"God fuck her." You sigh to yourself. You should've got rid of her as soon as Magneto called you. You don't have time to dwell on it, you need a way out of here and fast. It's hard to hear but there's a faint crunching of snow behind you and you spin around in time to see the entire group of mutant brats coming directly your way. Shit.

"What'd you do with the fucking helicopter?!" One of them growls at you. The one with the claws. He's holding a child, otherwise you'd expect him to lunge at you.

"Nothing you asshole! Magneto took it."

"Aren't you on his side?" The redhead frowns.

"Well somebody didn't get that memo." You scoff. You don't know whether to feel angry or embarrassed. Here are your enemies looking at you with confusion because the people you came with left you to die.

"Are you out of your mind?!" The one with the weird glasses snaps his head to Charles. He's the only one whose name you know, since Magneto talked of him often. He must have said something, but you're not sure what would warrant that response.

"Scott-" the woman with white hair seems to be attempting to calm weird glasses- Scott she said? Calm him down.

"No fucking way she just tried to kill us!" He shouts back. Ah, so you're the topic of discussion that has him so up in arms.

Before anyone can make their case in opposition, a giant aircraft comes careening into the open snow behind you and you stumble out of the way towards the group to avoid being crushed by it. A ramp comes down at the back of the aircraft and you watch them pile into it- except the man with the claws. He takes the child he's holding into the woods first and you're not sure why because he returns shortly after to join the others.

"Hello." A voice says next to you and you jump back in surprise.

"Shit, you scared me." You say. It's another member of their weird little team. This one is blue, like Mystique, though it would appear he teleports, not like Mystique.

"They are arguing over whether or not we should take you with us." He says, you can't pinpoint his accent but you like the way some of his words have a z sound.

"Why are you telling me this?" You look at him skeptically.

"Because from what I have gathered the bald man has the last word and he says we take you which means we most likely will in which case the arguing is a waste of time that we do not have."

"I still don't get why you came to talk to me about this."

"Are you going to come with us?" He stares at you intently.

"Doesn't really seem like it's up to me."

"They can argue all they want but it means nothing if you will not board the craft, in which case I can tell them to leave. So are you going to come with us?"

"If I don't come I drown." You say.

"Do you want to drown?" He asks which- seems like an odd question but he asks it with a surprising amount of sincerity in both his voice and eyes.

"No."

"Then I will take you aboard. Make things quicker so we don't all die here." He says.

"The man with the weird glasses seems rather adamantly opposed to my being there." You say.

"Then that is a problem for the man with the weird glasses to solve for himself." He shrugs. "I will wrap my arms around you to teleport us back into the aircraft."

"Okay." You say. You have to remind yourself that this is your best chance of survival, whether you trust these people or not. The blue man slowly wraps his arms around you just as he said, he's careful and mindful of where he touches you, so are you. Suddenly you're in the aircraft with at least a dozen eyes on you.

"What the fuck, you brought her on board?!" Weird glasses goes again.

"We do not exactly have time to sit here arguing about it for 30 minutes."

"It won't matter who's on board if I can't get this damn thing to start!" The woman with the white hair is up at the front frantically pushing buttons and switching toggles on the aggressively complicated looking panel. Her statement gets weird glasses up to the front with her, trying to help you guess.

"Y/n." You hear quietly and snap your head, wondering who here could possibly know your name. Based on the amount of frenzied conversation as they all try to fix the thing before the dam bursts the only person not occupied enough to have called your name would be- Charles. You shuffle over to him, cautious, but curious as to why he called you.

"I am sorry for the chaos, and what has happened to you."

"I don't need your pity."

"It is not pity dear, it is empathy. Magneto and I were once close too. I understand the... shock of his betrayal when it comes."

"We don't need to have a heart-to-heart about anything okay I'm not sticking around." You tell him.

"Jean." He mutters, someone's name, it gets the attention of the others and you back away from him to avoid whatever is going on.

"Wait where's Jean?" The one with the claws asks.

"She's outside." Charles responds. That seems to get everyone into a frenzy. Weird glasses is yelling at the woman with white hair, she's desperately trying to do something, anything, but is unable to- you finally realize who is missing in the sea of unfamiliar nameless faces. The redhead.

Amongst the frenetic yelling you're able to pick up only a few things. She's controlling the ship, preventing them from saving her, she plans to sacrifice herself to get her friends out of here. It's chaos, they're all screaming over each other you can't even tell what anyone's saying, then the jet lifts, you can hear the rush of water just outside and next thing you know the man with the glasses is crying in the arms of the man with the claws, the woman with white hair is focused on flying but you don't even need to read her mind to see that she's also grieving. Even the kids all seem solemn. 

You're a bit shocked to witness this. They must really care about the red head and perhaps each other overall? It's interesting, as an outsider looking in and trying to understand their dynamics.

It takes a few hours to return to- wherever you are, from Alkali Lake. You do a quick scan of everyone's thoughts to get your bearings. The first thing you get is relief, but past that some information. New York. A mansion. They live here. So do the kids. The guy with the claws is first off the jet but he returns quickly, with a wheelchair. Must be for Charles. The other adults fuss over him as they transfer him from the jet to his chair. The kids shuffle out slowly and you climb out after everyone else. Everyone's just standing around for a moment, recalibrating themselves, settling their nerves you suppose.

"Y/n." Charles calls and your eyes widen, he's not even facing you. You walk over to him. "Come with me, I'd like to talk with you for a while." He says and the guy with the glasses starts to follow you. "Alone, Scott." Charles stops to toss over his shoulder.

"Professor, I really do not think that's a good idea." He says.

"I think I can handle this one son."

"Scott! Can I get your help over here?" The woman with white hair calls to him and he reluctantly walks to her and mutters something. Your curiosity gets the best of you, you slip into the mind of the blue one to hear the conversation as you follow Charles.

"I wish Jean was here-"

"She's not." The man with the claws says.

"But if she was she could at least listen and I'd feel much better about leaving the professor with-"

"Yeah well she's gone. And we're not going to waste time pondering the what ifs because it'd be disrespectful to her sacrifice. Now I need you to get it together, the kids are scared, they need us, and I can't do my job if I have to worry about whether or not you can do yours." The woman with white hair grits out quietly to weird glasses. She must be trying to avoid the kids hearing her. You're impressed, she's hurting but she refuses to let it slow her down.

"Wow she's tough." You mutter.

"You're snooping." Charles says with an almost imperceptible smile. You clear your throat and straighten yourself.

"Force of habit." You say sheepishly.

"I find that people respond better when you get to know them organically rather than through telepathy."

"Right."

"Then they usually let you rifle through their minds freely." He jokes, flashing a bright smile your way. You chuckle a bit.

"Ya don't say." You muse and he nods sagely. Charles pushes open a door to reveal what's clearly some sort of office.

"This is my office." He says.

"I gathered." You nod.

"I thought it'd be better to have a conversation here so you don't have to worry about the others."

"Okay."

"What's your plan?" He asks and you shrug.

"I don't have a plan. Or rather, Magneto was my plan. I didn't think I'd need a backup." You say.

"Well we did just lose a telepath." He hums.

"That can't possibly be how things work around here. The dude with the weird glasses was crying with the claws guy over the red head, you don't just replace people in that kind of environment."

"No you're right, I'm not suggesting you replace her. That would be unfair. To everyone actually. I am simply suggesting that you consider joining the team."

"I don't know if that's a great idea." You shake your head.

"I don't see why not."

"I can think of one major reason. The guy with the weird glasses does not like me at all."

"He'll get over it. Scott's stubborn but he's a good guy and if you manage to get it, his loyalty will never waver."

"They'll be looking over their shoulder for as long as I'm around. They'd probably never believe that I'm not going to run back to Magneto with anything I learn here."

"Will you?"

"Even if I walk out this door and don't ever come back here, Magneto will never see me again. Not for anything good anyway. But that doesn't change the fact that the guy with the glasses doesn't trust me."

"He can, in time. After all trust is earned but I have faith in your ability to gain it, if you so desire and you put in the effort to do so. You can start by learning names. 'The guy with the weird glasses' is Scott. The one with the claws is Logan, the woman still with us is Storm, the red head was Jean Grey."

"I'm sorry for your loss." You say.

"I'm sorry for yours as well." He says and you're unsure how to react to that. Your situation with Magneto is a loss of some sort. He may not be dead but he might as well be, he's dead to you anyway. "My name is Charles."

"I know."

"Of course you do." He chuckles.

"Not from snooping. Magneto spoke of you."

"He spoke of you as well. Fondly."

"Weird." You say and Charles smiles slightly, almost sardonically.

"My last name is Xavier, you'll hear a lot of people refer to me as Professor or Professor X. This is publically known as Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, we colloquially refer to it as the mansion or x mansion here but we keep the fact that it's a mutant school generally a secret from any nonmutants." He continues his explanation.

"What about the teleporter?" You ask the question before you can even stop yourself. He's given you everyone else's name but not the teleporter.

"Ah, Kurt. Kurt Wagner. He's new here. Much like yourself, hopefully."

"You- really think I should join your- what is this even?"

"We're a team, and a group of educators, and a family- and things are probably going to be rough for a little while following this incident, but I think the others would benefit from you being here as much as you would. Besides, I feel you could be good for some of our students."

"Look I don't have another plan, so I'll give the gifted school thing a shot. I'm not promising to stick around, I don't wanna spend the rest of my life arguing with weir- Scott." You correct yourself. If you're going to live here Charles is right, you should probably use names.

"Do you even agree with Magneto's plan?"

"I agree with Magneto's grievence. Why should we be punished for our very existence? None of us asked to be this way."

"But you don't think humans deserve to die." It's not a question, it's a statement.

"Fear can be fed, which means it can also be starved. I want to believe things can be better without killing all humans but I won't sacrifice myself in the name of keeping peace with those that seek to wipe me out." You say. Charles nods almost solemnly.

"Welcome to the X-men." He says after a moment.

"You call yourselves the X-men?" You ask and even you can recognize that you sound a bit judgy.

"It sounds more conceted than it is. It's not because of me, it's because mutants have extraodinary power." He explains.

"Right. Are we done then?"

"For now" He nods.

"Cool." You exit his office, unsure how to feel about that whole conversation. You're gonna live here now, teach students, fight bad guys probably. So many weird turns today. You're barely two steps from the door when you hear a voice next to you.

"Hello."

"Fuck! Do you do that a lot?" You look at Kurt incredulously.

"No. It's just that you were in there a long time. I got curious."

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Never! I was just waiting for you to come out." He says.

"Why?" You tilt your head.

"The man with the weird glasses has been not kind to you, I thought he might drive you away."

"Well if that's his plan he'll have to try much harder. Charles has asked me to stay."

"Will you?" Kurt asks.

"For now." You nod.

"For now? You plan to leave?" His brow furrows.

"Only if it does more harm than good." You shrug and keep walking. You're gonna try and find the kitchen, get some water, maybe start talking to people start getting an idea of what this next chapter will be like.

"I do not believe that is possible." Kurt says keeping pace with you.

"I think it depends on how Scott reacts to my staying here." You muse.

"What?" You hear from behind you. You and Kurt spin around to find Scott coming from around a corner.

"Hm that's probably not how Charles wanted that news broken." You muse. "Charles asked me to stay. Join the X-men, teach some gifted youngsters and all that."

"What the fuck?"

"Hey man take it up with him." You shrug.

"Oh I will." Scott shoves between you and Kurt, presumably to find Charles.

"Before you go Scott which way's the kitchen?" You call after him. Scott stops in his tracks then very angrily points in a direction.

"Thanks!" You say pivoting to that direction. In the kitchen, you track down a bottle of water while Kurt looks at you with a curious expression.

"What is your name?" He asks. He must have only just realized he didn't know it.

"Y/n." You tell him.

"Y/n. Beautiful. My name is Kurt Wagner." He smiles.

"I know." You smile back.

"You know?" He blinks at you with surprise.

"Charles told me. He was giving me everyone else's name and so I asked him yours. I hope that's okay."

"I-"

"Either of you seen Storm?"

You turn around to see Logan poking his head into the kitchen.

"No." Kurt shakes his head.

"Weren't you with the professor?" He asks you.

"I was, now I'm here."

"You stickin around then?"

"For the forseeable future probably. Charles asked me to join the X-men."

"That would explain why Scott's in there throwing a fit right now then."

"You can hear him?"

"Oh yeah."

"Are you also angry that I'm staying?"

"Makes no difference to me as long as you don't hurt the people I care about."

"I'm not going to hurt anyone."

"Then you and me are gonna be just fine."

"Okay." You say keeping your face neutral, but you're incredibly relieved to hear that he's not going to give you any grief. You're not sure you'd be willing to stick around if you had  to deal with it from more than just Scott at the same time.

The next several months are not the easiest. With everyone trying to reestablish normal within the mansion after the whole debacle it's sort of difficult to find your own footing in that environment but you think you're starting to get the hang of it, at least you hope so after almost eight months socially anyway. Honestly the teaching part hasn't been that bad, you've only got 2 classes, they used to Jean's students apparently and while most of them got split amongst the others Charles thouught two was perfectly manageable for you, which it has. I mean the kids are cool and with help you think you've been doing a pretty decent job.

Charles has pretty regular meetings with you, checking in, keeping track of your adjusting to living here. It's a little odd but you appreciate that he seems to care about your quality of life.

Regarding the others, Storm has been the most open. She offers help, and asks how you are, extending more kindness than you expected. You're sure it's not easy for her since you're arrival coincides with the death of her friend but she's been very cool and you've been getting closer to her as of late which is nice.

Scott has been- pretty much as you expected. He's no longer openly protesting that you're here but he definitely gives you shit. It's annoying but you're no baby dear so you make sure to give it right back. It's tricky though, you know he's still grieving, from what Storm tells you Jean might as well have been his wife. It must be incredibly hard dealing with that kind of loss. Doesn't give him the right to treat you like garbage though. When the others conclude that he's more emoitonally stable you'll demand an apology for his bullshit but until then you'll just- gently push when you can.

From what you can tell Logan is not a people person. He's great with the students but he clearly prefers to be alone. He's polite to you, and you can tell he's trying really hard to be kind, probably to make up for Scott's lack of it. He chats with you occasionally and offers a helping hand every so often. You really appreciate the effort he's putting in to being friendly.

And then there's Kurt. Charles jokes that you're basically a packaged deal now. He's not too far off, you spend a lot of time together, sharing meals, spending your free time together, trading stories about yourselves. He has really been your saving grace here. There's such a comforting warmth you feel when you're around him and even though you're the telepath sometimes you swear he can read your mind, guessing what you need before even you know on occassion.

"Hello." Kurt pops up on the other side of the counter from you as you as you're making lunch in the kitchen. It no longer catches you off guard when he does it.

"Hello." You glance up from the cutting board to smile at him.

"I thought we agreed I was making lunch today?" Kurt tilts his head at you.

"I'm just cutting some fruit."

"Good because I have that pull apart bread you like in the oven and I made soup to go with it."

"You made the pesto bread?!" You gasp.

"I did, you said the other day that you haven't had it in a while so I thought I'd fix that."

"Are you kidding? That recipe's a bitch to make. Thank you."

"Before you start thanking me let's make sure I did it right." He smiles walking over to the oven to pull out the tray.

"Everything you've ever made me is delicious."

"Yeah but I'm usually not making something you already love in very particular way that's easy to mess up." He says.

"You couldn't mess it up if you tried." You scoff. He carefully transfers the hot pastry onto a large plate and puts it onto a tray along with 2 bowls of soup, your bowl of fruit, and a set of utensils for each of you.

"Your room or mine?" Kurt asks handing you the tray of food.

"Yours we did mine last time." You say. Kurt moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You try not to stiffen, or react at all in his hold knowing it's only for the sake of getting you from the kitchen to his bedroom.

"Very well then." He says and his voice in your ear sends a shiver up your spine. A moment later you're in his room and you gently place the tray in his bed before taking a seat, careful not to disturb the soup.

"Oo I'm excited okay." You gingerly separate a piece of the bread and pick up your soup bowl. Kurt watches with baited breath as you dip the bread into the soup and try it. He desperately hopes he got it right. As you chew your eyes fall closed and your whole body relaxes. It's fucking fantastic, you can't help but groan at how good it is. As if there was really any doubt.

"I hope that's a good sign?" Kurt asks. As much as he loves watching the pure bliss roll over you he needs to avoid getting overexcited because you're reacting to food. Plus he selfishly wants to hear you say he did well.

"It is a very good sign. It's perfect. Here try it." You dip the remaining part of your bread in your soup and feed it to him without even thinking about it. Kurt takes the piece from you with a smile. He never mentions it because he thinks you'll stop if he does, but he really likes it when you feed him.

"Okay, yeah it is pretty damn good." Kurt nods.

"Oh come on we knew it would be."

"I wasn't sure it'd live up to the standards. You can be pretty particular about your favorite foods."

"But you've never let me down." You smile.

"And I never plan to." He says. The two of you continue eating and chatting until all the food is gone, fruit bowl included.

"Thank you for lunch." You say once you've finished.

"Thank you for eating with me." He says.

"You made me food, how could I turn down that offer?" You shrug. Your eyes scan over his face as he looks away from you with a small smile. In all your story sharing with Kurt, you haven't been brave enough to ask about the markings decorating his skin. You find them curious and want to know more but you're not sure if it's a touchy subject given what you have already learned about him.

"Hey, where'd you go?" Kurt asks.

"What?" You blink at him.

"You're staring off, I can tell you're thinking about something pretty intently."

"Oh- it's nothing just- what are the markings on your face for?" You ask.

"Are you just now noticing them?"

"Well, no, but it's rude to ask people about why they look the way they do. I just figure we're close enough that I hope you know it's a well meaning question."

"I did them." He says.

"Why? What do they mean?"

"They're angelic symbols, one for every sin."

"Like the seven deadly ones?" You tilt your head.

"No. What? One for every of my own sins." He explains.

"Oh." You say. You shuffle closer to him trying to get a better look at the markings on his face. If he has 'one for every sin', whatever that means, they must cover much more than just his face. Kurt tries not to squirm under your gaze. "Do you mind if I touch them?" You ask softly, as if you could scare him just by asking.

"Go ahead." He says immediately. You lift your hand and carefully trace each line on his cheek, feeling the intricate patterns under the pads of your fingers. Kurt holds very still as you do, his breathing is so soft you can bearly hear it, he's worried that if he moves too much, makes too loud a noise he'll shatter the atmosphere that has you treating his scars with such gentleness he might die.

"They're so, beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

"Breathtaking honestly. I've never seen anything like it. You've created this wonderful work of art." You say so sweetly Kurt could melt. You feel a slight warmth spread through your fingertips from Kurt's face and you smile slowly. His deep blue skin may not be able to turn pink but blood still warms his cheeks like anyone else.

"I've never heard anyone speak that way about them." Kurt finally shifts but only to avoid your gaze with the cutest little smile you've ever seen.

"That's a shame. It's the truth. I really like them." You say turning his face with a guiding finger under his chin. His eyes widen, you're barely inches apart and he's not sure what to do.

"Thank you." Kurt whispers.

"You're so pretty." You tell him.

"That's- new."

"Do you hate it?" You ask.

"I couldn't hate anything to do with you." He says.

"You always say the sweetest things."

"I would really like to kiss you, could I? Please?" Kurt asks.

"I thought you'd never ask. Yes." You say. Kurt shifts forward just enough to press his lips to yours. Your fingers tip his chin, pulling him closer, kissing him longer. It's so tender you practically fall into him. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against him.

"I can't believe this." He breathes when you pull away.

"What?" You smile.

"I did not expect you to ever see me."

"I've always seen you. From the moment you asked me if I wanted to drown." You chuckle.

"What?" He laughs.

"It was such an odd question but I could see the sincerity in your eyes and I knew that was a look I never wanted to forget." You tell him.

"I'm glad you decided to stay."

"Me too." You touch your forehead to his. You don't need to be a telepath to know how deeply he cares for you and that familiar calmness wraps you like a warm blanket. You can't believe you ever thought Alkalai Lake would be your worst heartache when it would bring you here. To Kurt.

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[itorunatheplatypus]

Say hello to Haley Copter (Who’s totally not Tails with a makeover) ~

[adamfamilysblog]

You know what this is? It's a desert place where we wait for trucks for a long time, hoping to get flour for my children, my father and my mother. I waited for more than eight hours but the trucks did not come. We will spend the night without food. We ran repeatedly, sometimes the artillery would fire shells at us, sometimes the Dracon or Copters would come and drop bombs and shoot at us.I am forced to risk my life to get food for my family and children.I got nothing Donate to buy flour for my children, my father and my mother

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[enigmatist17]

Griffon Rock - Part 1

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Doc Greene was a man who liked to think he was hardly surprised by anything in this town, able to take most things in stride, emergencies or otherwise. Science was as dangerous as it was marvelous, and on an island where scientists and their projects abounded, it was hard not to expect something to go wrong.

Admittedly, aliens were the one thing he couldn't count on.

He hadn't been terribly surprised to find that the rescue vehicles had been more than meets the eye, and that excitement at becoming friends with such beings had never faded. He'd spent far too much time ensuring the Malto's and their children would have a suitable place with plenty of room to stay for their visit, even Blades teasing the scientist that he was more excited than the copter himself had ever been. So when he finally emerged from his lab after carefully tending to a project over the last day and a half, coffee in one hand and phone in the other as he watched a video Frankie had sent him, he wasn't expecting anything. He knew the family had arrived and were most likely in their converted cabins by now, and smiled at seeing her and Cody inside Chase, most likely having volunteered to show them around and chat with new bots.

Ezra has to do a double-take when he passes by someone he definitely had no prior knowledge about, who is currently holding Dither in their cupped hands, eyeing the toast the bot held out in suspicion. The Cybertronian appeared to be some sort of tri-colored jet with massive wings, the long canons on each arm alerting the doctor that this mech was definitely some sort of warrior, though on what side he couldn't tell. Optimus had long protected Griffin Rock, so as alarming as the weaponry was, caution was replaced with curiosity as he approached the Cybertronian.

"Hello there!" Blue optics flick over to focus on the scientist, Ezra giving a wave as he smiled. "I see you've met Dither!"

"Dither?" If it was only a few octaves lower, the bot in front of him could have matched Heatwave's voice, and the scientist idly wonders if they were alike in more than just voice similarity. Ezra's train of thought is broken when the massive bot moves to kneel down in front of him, blue optics studying the human with equal suspicion and curiosity. Despite being much taller and heavier, the jet seemed almost...nervous being within touching range, wings fluttering in discomfort as they carefully released Dither a few feet away from Doc. "This is Dither?"

"Yes, he helps me with my lab work." The jet tilted their helm at that, some sort of recognition flashing in his optics before fading away in the same breath.

"Lab? I used to have a lab." The bot frowned, eyeing Doc's lab with a series of chirps. "Much bigger, this planet's buildings are so...small."

"Well, I suppose that has something to do with us being small." Ezra gently herded Dither to go back inside, clicking the comlink in his pocket as he did so. "Have you been here long?"

"Yes. No? Yes." The jet looked at him with an intensity that made Doc nervous, reaching out to gently grasp the scientist and lift him up to optic level. The touch was so gentle Ezra's coffee barely moved around in his mug, and he kept a smile despite the talons around his waist. "What year is it?"

"2024." The frown on the jet's face deepened as they held Ezra, the pressure around his midsection surprisingly light as he listened to the bot ramble. "A long time, too long, too short? It all blurs together, I can't see it all anymore. Too much time lost, stolen, stolen for a cause that left me behind."

"Who left you behind?" Ezra carefully patted the hand holding him, and internally winced when it was clear the bot forgot he'd been holding him, moving their hand so Doc could sit on their palm as he quickly changed the subject. "How very kind of you...what's your name?"

"Name? Name name name...designation. Starscream is my designation." While he may not have known too many Cybertronians personally, Ezra knew when someone wasn't quite in control of their mind, carefully patting Starscream's palm. "What is yours?"

"My name is Ezra, but you can also call me Doc. It is a pleasure to meet you, Starscream, and what a wonderful designation by the way!" The jet looked at him before a small smile crossed his face, wings fluttering at the flattery. "Did you come to Griffin Rock for vacation?"

"What's vacation?" Starscream raised an optic ridge.

"Um..time off? A time to relax and leave your usual schedule and work behind, recharging the battery so to speak. Have you never had time like that before my friend?"

"...I don't know." The clear confusion in Starscream's voice made Doc's heart ache, the jet shaking his helm as he looked at the human.

"Well, in that case, we'll just have to make sure you have a great one then, hm?" The seeker's wings fluttered again as Doc got to his feet, stabilizing himself when Starscream gently curled his talons around the scientist. "Would you like to go for a flight around the island? While it's not a helicopter tour, I believe I can make a sufficient guide."

"Flight?" The gleam in Starscream's optics is all the warning Ezra had before the world seemed to warp, and within the blink of an eye, he was sitting inside the cockpit of an F-22 Raptor hovering above his lab.

The coffee in his cup hadn't sloshed around in the slightest.

"That was a fantastic experience!" Ezra laughed as Starscream moved forward, cockpit angled to show the town down below. "I will never comprehend how you all can do that, the sheer concentration on how to keep my body from becoming stuck within your transformation sequence must be immense!" While he rambled on, Starscream began to make a large and slow arc around the island; the occasional chirp or click was his only response to the human when he started to point out various areas and explain their purposes. It's not the first island Starscream had seen ever since the infamous crash all those cycles ago, but actually having time to look at one without Megatron ready to punish him for another failed raid please he was so sorry ple-

"Starscream? Are you alright?" Ezra would have mourned his favorite mug falling from his hold and down into the forest below, if he wasn't currently clinging to one of Starscream's fingers. He had been telling Starscream about Blossom Vale when the jet had suddenly transformed, his wings quivering and eyes unfocused as they hovered in place. It had taken a lot of willpower to prevent himself from letting out a yelp, voice wavering but otherwise calm as he waited for the Cybertronian to respond to him.

"Mr. Starscream?" A blur of red suddenly appeared in the doctor's peripheral, some sort of drone hovering within Starscream's unfocused gaze. "What are you doing all the way up here?"

"Twitch?" The older bot's voice was laced with static, blue optics cycling on and off as the drone transformed into the smallest Cybertronian Ezra had ever seen. "Where did you come from?"

"That house down there." Twitch pointed to the place Ezra and a few other townsfolk had set up for them to stay in, drifting a little closer with a smile. "Hashtag says hi."

"I see." The trembles faded from Starscream's plating at that, and optics finally focused on the smaller flyer. "Do you like it? The home?"

"Do we ever! Cody says that a guy named Doc was working really hard on it for all of us, and they even have cave water for us!" The younger grinned, what looked like blades on her back quivering with excitement or nervousness, Ezra couldn't tell. "Bumblebee and Wheeljack even have a space too!"

"That sounds very nice." Twitch's smile grew, if that were even possible, and Starscream carefully lifted his palm to show the scientist. "This is the Doc your Cody spoke of."

"H-Hello there, little one!" Ezra shifted into the clawed fingers when Twitch drifted close with a smile, doing his very best not to look down as Starscream adjusted his grip. "I'm glad to hear that you have enjoyed the living arrangements! Bumblebee was a great help, I think he was more excited about coming here than the rest of you!"

"Oh totally, he wouldn't stop talking about Blades leading up to the trip." She grinned, making sure to keep some distance from the frazzled human. "He thinks he's hiding his crush, but he's really bad about it."

"Crush? I doubt the rescue bot could crush a scout." Starscream frowned, confused when the other two failed to suppress some giggles. "What?"

"Nothing! Come on, why don't you come see the place?" The smaller bot grinned, knowing full well Starscream couldn't refuse as she transformed, doing a little loop-de-loop as the older bot clicked in exasperation before transforming himself. Ezra could feel his blood pressure settling now that he was safely tucked inside the cockpit again, settling back for the short journey as Twitch led the other down and to her family. Dot and Alex were relaxing beside the massive pool Doc had set up, strong enough to at least withstand the weight of Hashtag and Thrash swimming about with their brother and sister. Jawbreaker was sitting on the edge of the pool soaking his pedes, occasionally tossing a ball or pool noodle in to participate, quite content to just bask in the sun. Nightshade was sitting next to Alex with a book, glancing up when Twitch and Starscream transformed and landed, the taller bot carefully setting Doc onto the ground.

"Hello there, sorry for dropping in on you." The scientist looked amused and slightly embarrassed as Twitch took hold of one of his hands to drag him over, at least relieved to be back on terra firma.

"Don't worry about it, it's a pleasure to meet you." Dot stood to shake his free hand, eyeing Starscream warily as Hashtag clambered to get out of the pool. "No running around the pool Hashtag!"

"Sorry Mom!" The Terran forced herself to walk until she was far enough from the edge of the pool before darting over to the seeker, greeting him with a wave. The doctor noticed the way Dot tensed as she watched Hashtag talk to the larger transformer, who, for the most part, seemed content to listen with the occasional nod.

"Why is Starscream with you?" Dot's husband Alex asked curiously after shaking Doc's hand, the three watching Hashtag show Starscream a picture of something, earning a quick but gentle pat to her head.

"He was at my lab, and I offered to give him a tour of the island." The Griffon Rock native explained, watching Jawbreaker join his sister with a nervous smile. "May I ask something?"

"Ask away." Alex nodded, slipping one arm around Dot's waist with a gentle nudge, feeling some of her tension fade at his touch.

"Is he supposed to be here with someone?" Ezra cringed at how awkward he sounded, but wasn't sure how else to ask. "N-Not that I'm implying anything!"

"His trine is supposed to be keeping an eye on him." Dot pulled out her phone with a grumble, texting a number with one hand while leaning into her husband's side. "Did he want anything from you? Ask you anything?"

"Not really, though he seemed to be unaware of how long he's been on the planet, which is how long, exactly?"

"Is that counting the four million-long stasis nap? Since they emerged in 1984, he used to be the second-in-command of the Decepticon army." Alex supplied the answer cheerfully. "Though, the Decepticons really aren't much of a thing anymore, at least on Earth..."

"They left him here, didn't they?" Oh, that's such a terrible thing. "He mentioned something about being left behind, but I don't think it was a conscious effort on his part."

"Starscream is...he went through a lot over the last year and a half, part of this is giving him some new sights." Now both Alex and his wife looked uncomfortable, and Ezra raised his hands in a mock surrender.

"Say no more, I only wish I could have known about the extra additions. However, ill timing hasn't stopped me before, so I'm sure I can come up with something before nightfall." Ezra hummed in thought, putting a hand to his chin. "Tell me, do jets like Starscream require anything in particular regarding sleeping arrangements?"

"Seekers tend to enjoy wide spaces with ready access to the sky." Nightshade chimed in from behind Ezra, the teal bot carefully folding a page in their book and placing it in their subspace. "Do you have a hangar or empty warehouse?"

"We have a few on the island, I can make some calls. You must be Nightshade, correct? Did you enjoy the lab I had built for you?"

"I've only taken a brief look, but it looks quite wonderful." The young bot smiled, tilting his head with a soft hum. "I'll be allowed to spend some time in it tomorrow, Mom and Dad want us to unwind after our long journey."

"Well, if you'd ever like any company, Boulder, Graham, and I would be happy to join you."

"I would very much like that!" Nightshade preened, having already planned a few things to experiment on during their stay on the island full of scientists. It was pretty exciting to be able to walk amongst the human populace without having to hide what they were, a populace that was happy to see them, judging by the many gifts that had been neatly placed inside the cabin.

It was a welcome change after all they'd been through with the Quintessons and Decepticons.

[pvzshnik]

Hello everyone, I want to share my au for Baldi Basics education and lerning!

There are 2 worlds here: real and virtual. The Baldi school is located in the virtual world. Baldi every time moves to the real world to kill students or staff of a real school And take them to your virtual school and world.

In addition, Baldi is thwarted by Null and (sometimes) Test with his murder plans. Null believes that all Baldi's affairs are meaningless, and suddenly everyone will understand that they are only in the virtual world.

Brief information about the characters:

Baldi - 29 years old, pansexual, lives in the virtual world, math teacher.

Principal of the thing (Michael) - 34 years old, Omnisexual, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one, school principal.

Playtime (Masha) - 14 years old, aroace, Lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual world, student.

This is a bully (Billy) - 16 years old, bisexual, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual world, student.

Gotta sweep (William) - 43 years old, pansexual, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one (previously was a person, but now became a mop), janitor.

Arts and Crafts (Anthony) - 15 years old, gay and demiboy, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one (he used to be a person, but now he is a sock puppet), student.

1st prize (Larry) - 14 years old, pansexual and demiboy, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one (used to be a human, but now he is a robot), student.

cloudy copter (Claude) - 14 years old, Aroace, Lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual (used to be a person, but now he is a cloud), student (?).

Null / filename2 - ??? (Can change age), aroace And agender, Lives in a virtual world, ???.

chalkles (mr. Richard) - 59 years old, hetero, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one (previously he was a person, but now he is a chalk drawing), history and drawing teacher.

Test - 17 years old, Aroace, Lives in the virtual world, student (?).

Beans (Ben) - 25 years old, aroace, He lived in the real world (he was only 13 years old at the time), but now he is in the virtual world, a student.

Mrs. Pomp - 28 years old, bisexual, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one, literature teacher.

Johnny - 16 years old, pansexual, lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one (he is the only real person who was not killed, he was simply taken from prison), Apprentice (?), salesman.

Dr. reflex (Jerry) - 29 years old, pansexual and aroace, Lived in the real world, but is now in the virtual one, Doctor.

I think I’ll tell you about the death of characters later.

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 16)

It's election day. I'm terrified. My mom never votes and she just voted so that about tells you how bad shit is at home

Anyway have an extra long fic

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Hello, Hubert

As you can see, I have taken your precious little injured civilian. In exchange for his safe return, I demand that you turn over my prisoner immediately. I will give you a 24 hour grace period to deliver Henry to me. After that, every hour I have to wait will be another body part your precious ‘Dave’ loses. Understand that this is not a negotiation. I will not be taking no for an answer now, Hubert.

You know where to find me.

-Dmitri Petrov

Henry remembered every word of that letter. He remembered how Rupert insisted on finding and killing Dmitri himself, how Galeforce had made the tough decision to force him to stay out of this one. He remembered how guilty he felt. How guilty he still felt. It was his fault that Petrov had Dave now, even if no one else wanted to hear that.

He remembered insisting he should be the one to save him. He remembered Charles insisting that if he did go, he wasn’t going alone. He remembered the entire squad deciding to come with, and how they loaded up two helicopters to get ready. He remembered Rupert handing him his M16, insisting that if they killed Dmitri with anything, it should at least be his gun. He remembered those last words Rupert said to him before they left.

“I don’t like owing people shit, Stickmin, but if you bring Dave back, I will owe you big time… so please… just bring him back safely…”

That was the second time he’d seen Rupert cry.

But this time, he’d make sure it’d be the last.

That brought him to where he was now; sitting in Charles’s copter, watching out the window as darkness and snow were the only things to be seen for miles. He never imagined he’d see this place again, much less go back there willingly, but he had to. This was his fault, he had to make it right.

Eventually, the helicopters landed on an outcropping on a mountain, a few miles away from the Wall. As Henry stepped out, he took in the sight of his old prison, looking so small and inconspicuous with the lower levels hidden underground. He remembered the very few hours he spent here before calling for help.

He remembered his escape.

His betrayal.

No, focus on Dave. That’s the objective now, he reminded himself.

“Alright, I can patch into one of the cameras, but if I try to get into any more, Dmitri will know something’s up. Let’s see if we can figure out where he’s holding Dave,” Eel announced from where he sat in Quentin’s helicopter.

“Dmitri is nothing if not an organized prick. He wouldn’t hold a hostage where he holds the prisoners, nor in his office, and I doubt he wants to alert the guards to the fact that he kidnapped someone…” Andrew mumbled in thought.

“On top of the main building. That’s new, it wasn’t here when I was,” Henry pointed to a small building on top of the prison, new and cleaner than the rest. “It looks like a newer building. Do you think he might have set it up specifically for Dave?”

“It looks like there’s an unnamed camera here, so let’s see,” Eel decided, shortly before the feed appeared on his screen. Inside of the building was a mess; it seemed to be disguised as a storage facility, with an overturned table and a couple of filing cabinets. There were two doors; one led outside, one that probably led to a stairwell farther down. In the center, Dmitri was towering over Dave, who was bound in a chair, gagged, but still looking up at him like he could overtake the warden at any time. If it wasn’t so worrying, Henry would have been proud of his apparent confidence. In the corner, Grigori seemed to be standing guard, as if making absolutely sure Dave didn’t move.

“Alright, good, now we need to figure out a safe way to get down there. Henry, can you go scout ahead, make sure we can get in close enough for a safe landing?” he asked, and as Henry nodded and prepared to take off on his own, he felt Charles grab his arm. He looked at the pilot, their eyes meeting.

“Be careful,” was all he said, and Henry nodded, before launching and flying closer. He got about a mile away from the prison before he could see trouble.

“Problem; there’s guards all over the place, and a lot of them seem to have RPG launchers. We’re gonna have an issue bringing any choppers in with those guys around,” he said into the radio in his chest, and after a few seconds, Eel answered.

“See what you can do on your own, if you come up with a plan, tell us immediately.”

Henry took a deep breath and focused on his arm, seeing if he had anything to take enemies out quickly but quietly. It shifted into a dart gun, with a small screen displaying the number 5, which Henry could only guess was how many shots he had.

He quickly reassessed the situation and a plan formed in his mind, so he relayed it to the others.

“I’ve got a dart gun with five shots. Five of these guys have the RPG launchers, but the last one has a rifle. Madd, if I hit the heavy fire guys, can you get the rifleman by the door?”

“Affirmative,” the sniper replied.

“Alright, I’ll count it down for you… Five.”

He fired a dart with a small thwump, and down went one of the guards.

“Four…”

Thwump

Another guard down.

“Three…”

Thwump

Three down. That was the roof cleared.

“Two…”

Thwump

There went the one on the stairs.

“One!”

Thwump

One door guard went down, followed by the second almost instantly.

“Nice work, Madd. Looks like the guards won’t be an issue anymore.”

“Great news, Henry, now come back so we can move along with the plan,” Eel told him, and for a moment, Henry was going to. But then he remembered.

He was so close. This was his fault. This was his battle. He had to fight it.

“Change of plans, I’m heading in.”

“What?! No, Henry, you can’t!” he heard Charles’s alarmed reply over his radio.

“This is my fault, I have to be the one to make it right. I’m going to take down Dmitri and get Dave myself.”

“Henry, as much as we all love a hero, this is a really bad time. If you’re going to try to take down Petrov, then we’re coming with you,” Eel insisted, and Henry groaned.

“Fine, then let’s do this; I’ll go in and distract Dmitri and Grigori. Quentin, we’ll need you to fly Charles, the Bukowskis and Madd into position. When they’re safely on the roof, send a sound signal over my radio. When I give the signal, Charles, Konrad, Calvin and Madd will rush in and open fire. I’ll focus on getting Dave to safety. With any luck we kill Dmitri and Grigori, but we mainly just need suppressing fire so they’re too distracted to try to recapture me or Dave. The rest of you can hold everything down on the clearing, set up to transport Dave back home. That sound good to you guys?”

After a few beats of silence, Charles’s voice came back over the radio.

“Quentin wants to know why he has to be the getaway pilot instead of me.”

Henry groaned.

“Because, Charles, you’re supposed to be my personal bodyguard. And well, because I want you in the action with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. We’ll get ready and head on over. Don’t get killed, okay?”

“Roger that.”

With that, Henry flew in closer to the prison, landing carefully on the roof. As he strided to the new structure’s door, his gaze was drawn to the bodies of the guards, and he felt the guilt inside of him grow. More lives lost for his gain. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to keep doing this…

With a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped in, letting it slam shut behind him. Dmitri turned almost immediately, a smug smile on his face.

“Ah, Henry, long time no see,” he greeted with feigned hospitality, “Tell me, how has life been on the outside?”

“Pretty rough, thanks to the augmentations I had to get after what happened at your prison,” he growled, earning little more than an annoyed look.

“You mean the injuries you sustained while escaping my prison. But at least you made Grigori’s job easier; now he knows what actually went down on the airship that day. Maiming the leader’s husband and then taking over, I had no idea you were so ruthless!” the warden sneered.

“Yes, I maimed him, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about what I did to that man. I feel like a piece of shit, are you happy now?”

“Oh, Henry,” Petrov chuckled, “You know I will not be happy until you are in a cell, where you belong. Now, come with me, perhaps we can negotiate for you to have a nice view of the ocean.”

“Release Dave first,” Henry demanded, crossing his arms, moments before his chestplate beeped.

They’re ready.

“Now, why would I do that?” Dmitri asked, crossing his arms right back.

“Because you’re a man of your word, right? Release Dave, a civilian who’s done absolutely nothing, and you get me, the convict you’re after. Fair?”

“Hm… Alright. Grigori, release the hostage,” he ordered the other man, who nodded and began cutting the ropes that held Dave down. As soon as he was unbound, he hobbled into Henry’s arms, holding onto him for support.

“Henry! I knew someone would come! I knew it would be different this time! Why are you alone? Where’s Rupert? Is Charles here, too?” the man questioned, his eyes darting between Henry and the door.

“Everything’s fine, just listen very closely. When I say ‘Now’, let me pull you down, okay?” he whispered to the other, and he nodded, though he was clearly confused.

“Well, Henry, anything you’d like to say as a free man, while you still can?” Dmitri questioned with a smirk, and Henry took a deep breath.

“Just one word, Dmitri…”

“Spit it out then, I’m anxious to get you into a cell.”

Henry was silent for a single moment, before yelling out.

“NOW!”

He pulled Dave down with him as the door flew open, Charles leading the way as he opened fire on the two men inside. He managed to get him behind the table, hearing bullets hit it for a few moments before it sounded relatively safe. He managed to peer up, seeing that Charles, Calvin and Konrad had spread out on one wall behind a filing cabinet, Dmitri and Grigori huddled up behind the other, both groups firing at one another. Madd managed to slip down to where Henry and Dave were, grabbing the injured civilian and pulling him out the door as fast as he could.

Dmitri suddenly darted for the door to the stairwell, drawing Charles’s fire, which gave Grigori an opening.

“FUCK, MY HAND!” the pilot shouted as Grigori managed to nail his hand, dropping Rupert’s M16 and pulling a pistol from a holster on his hip, firing back at the man and hitting his leg.

“SHIT!!” the man shouted as he fell to the ground, trying to get to the door before his boss slammed it.

“Your sacrifice won’t be forgotten!” Dmitri promised before he disappeared behind the window, leaving his second-in-command to the mercy of the soldiers. As the Bukowski twins fled out the door, Henry saw Charles approaching him, pistol tight in his grip. He saw the fear in Grigori’s eyes as though he was watching the Reaper itself draw closer.

“Charles! We got what we came for, let’s go!” Henry tried to tell him, but the pilot didn’t respond, raising his gun to the grunt’s forehead.

“CHARLES! NO MORE!” Henry shouted, and finally the pilot conceded, lowering his weapon.

“Tell your boss to stay the hell away from Henry…” Charles growled before running back out, holstering his weapon and grabbing onto the ladder Quentin had lowered. Henry took off with his own wings, and together they flew back to the outcropping, where Mac, Phlex, Eel and Andrew were waiting for them.

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“RUPERT!”

“DAVE!”

As soon as the pair of helicopters landed, Rupert was the first to rush up to them, pulling Dave into his arms and holding him close. As Henry stepped out, he watched them with a smile, before walking over.

“Sorry, we, uh, kinda lost your gun during the whole…” he didn’t want to mention the shootout, worried he’d just upset Rupert. “Incident.”

“Stickmin, you could’ve lost a whole bomber jet, it’d still be worth it as long as I got Dave back…” the lieutenant assured him, his head still on Dave’s shoulder as he lifted the man, preparing to carry him back to medical.

Henry chuckled quietly, “If you’re so sure. Me and Charles are gonna head down to medical with you guys. I might need a more thorough checkup after that, and Charles got injured while we were rescuing him. Wanna walk together?”

“Fine by me, c’mon. I wanna get him back to comfort as soon as possible,” the ravenette told them as he began walking, and Charles and Henry followed after him, chatting along the way about how Henry and Charles were suddenly together, even making plans for a double date.

As they arrived, Henry warned Charles not to be too loud about the details of what happened, in case Rupert got upset about the risk Dave had been exposed to. The pilot nodded as he sat on a free cot, one of the nurses coming up to examine his injured hand.

After what felt like hours of boredom, the pair were cleared to leave, and met back up with the others at the bonfire. 

“How’s the hand, Charlie?” Andrew asked as they sat, motioning to the pilot’s hand.

“It’ll be fine. Turns out he only grazed it, so I guess I overreacted…” he admitted. “But in my defense, I didn’t have enough time to check the damage. And, well, I was also very angry. But, I do admit, I don’t have an excuse for losing Rupert’s gun, so that kinda sucks, y’know.”

Beside him, Konrad groaned. “I’m surprised we didn’t get hit, considering we mag-dumped a couple of M16’s and hit nothing but concrete,” he grumbled, head in hands. “Fucking hangover, man…”

“Don’t blame your bad aim on the hangover,” Madd scolded them, “Blame it on cutting your own target practice short the moment you two hear that Henry can do something new and cool.”

The twins were silent for a moment before Calvin spoke up.

“Okay first of all, fuck you, and second, you say that like you fired a single shot in that room. And don’t say you sniped the dude by the door, okay? He wasn’t in the room, it wasn’t close-quarters combat, it doesn’t fucking count.”

“Bitch, I got Dave out of there, meanwhile you wasted bullets trying to shoot two fucken idiots!”

“Hey, Petrov might be a lot of things, but he’s not an idiot, okay? He’s smart, he’s sneaky, and I just wanted to shoot the dude that made me go out while I had a massive fucking migraine, okay?!”

“Then shoot Henry, it was his fucking idea!”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT-” Charles butt in, tensing up as though ready to leap on either of them.

“I’m not, I’m not, and it was Dmitri’s fault! His stupid grudge, his stupid prison, his stupid hostage situation, his fucking fault, got it?!” Calvin counted out on his fingers as he yelled.

“Oh my god, would everyone just chill the fuck out!” Andrew finally cut in, covering his face with a groan as silence fell on the group. “Look. We’re tired, we’re in pain, it’s late, we’ve been gone for god knows how long, let’s just all go to bed, okay? God, you people are professionals at screaming, I swear…”

With a sigh, Quentin spoke up.

“He’s right. We’re all tired and agitated, so let’s just go to bed. We can worry about everything else in the morning. I’ll handle the fire. Goodnight, guys.”

And with that, the others all stood and headed off to their tents. As Henry and Charles entered theirs, the pilot spoke up.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m not the one who got shot,” Henry replied with a tired chuckle, but his facade quickly faded. “Do… Do you think this was my fault, too? Like Madd does?”

“What? No, of course not. It’s Petrov’s fault for being a petty jerk who managed to bribe someone into revealing where you are,” Charles assured him, taking Henry’s hands in his and sitting with him on one of the cots.

“Are you sure…? It’s just… A lot of stuff happened today that wouldn’t have happened if you’d just left me in the jungle, y’know? Dave got kidnapped again, everyone’s tired and angry, you’re hurt, six probably innocent guys died… I feel like I’m bringing more destruction than I’m worth…”

“That stuff also wouldn’t have happened if Petrov wasn’t a petty asshole,” Charles offered, earning a small chuckle from Henry.

“I guess… still, I feel like I’m hurting more people than I’m helping…”

“Well… sometimes that’s just how things have to be. Fighting for our own freedom comes with a lot of costs, and we have to live with those… and sometimes, it feels like you don’t want to be free if you have to keep hurting people to get it… I’ve lived that truth for a long time… But you have to remember that if people don’t want you to be free, and you can’t negotiate with them, then the best-case scenario is going to end with someone hurt. And we can’t change that, because sometimes people are shitty. In a perfect world, none of this would ever have to happen, but that world doesn’t exist, so we keep fighting. And I’ll keep fighting along with you. You got that?” he finally asked, pressing his forehead to Henry’s.

For a few moments, Henry wanted to argue. He wanted to say that his freedom wasn’t worth it. He wanted to argue that for everything he’s done, he deserved detainment. But being close with Charles like this, it just made him glad he was free to be there with him.

“Yeah, I got it…” he finally relented with a smile. He let Charles kiss him softly, relaxing into him before he pulled away.

“Good. Now let’s get to bed, okay? We’ve done enough thinking for today,” the pilot suggested, and Henry nodded, snuggling up with him underneath the thin blanket as they laid together. Finally able to relax.

[ali3nboyfriend]

woah where did u get this photo of me

[thelastspeecher]

hello-copter replied to your post: “hello-copter replied to your post: “okay hear me...”

If you want to be a little clever/punny, you could go for Jenny or Jennet for the last name. Those are what female donkeys are called. (Males are Jacks). Then her name would basically be smart-ass. Idk I think it's funny and cute

I think I'd do Jennet, since I did a quick Google and apparently "jennet" was also a horse breed that is no longer around. and Angie's a horse girl, so it's perfect!

Quinn Jennet. I love it!!!

[xclowniex]

Hello this is Colonel Vile Shlomo we are sending you to the northern front due to poor performance at PSYOPs

My utmost apologies, Colonel Vile Shlomo, I will march to the northern front and reconvene with Sergeant Eli Copter and Cadit Amit Nakesh

Salutations

Private Crook-nose Moshe

[real-mr-grizz]

Hello Mr. Grizz

I have brought you the money for the copter, plus a compensation

I hope we can be at peace now

- Inkling Ace & Ambassador Timothy the Smallfry

I was gonna accept the money but I'm not taking dirty salmonid money

[meramech]

Copter squad having a ‘show and tell’ type get together. Spinister brought a gun, Whirl brought his Hello Kitty clock, and Bprtex brought his boyfriend! Ravage is watching the chaos from his throne, just waiting for the shooting to inevitably begin.

[seraphimcollections]

AND YOU WEREN'T THERE | Alejandro x reader | CH. 3 |

warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of firearms, slight gore, cursing, etc.

summary: Alejandro and his lover's lost engagement is brought to light, along with his betrayal.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: eheee... hello again. Ok ok, alright I'll be honest and say that I've little to no inspiration or motivation to write, so I apologize for the long wait. I hope you enjoy, thank you!

chapters: | ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 |

You remained silent the entire flight back to what you knew as The Mexican Special Forces’ base. A place you once called home by proxy.  Your eyes caught Valeria’s from the corner as the copter made its descent to land. Alejandro never took his eyes away from you, his gaze burning into you. You only gave him a glance before looking back out the window as the copter finally touched down. Soap took Valeria by her arm, helping her out of the cabin. Alejandro partially stood before stalking over to you. He went to grab your arm but you quickly shrugged him off, standing to your feet on your own. You glared into his dark eyes, him being a few inches taller than you. 

Without a word you pushed past him, stepping out of the copter on your own. Alejandro stayed close behind you, his gaze never leaving you. You hated it. You hated the way he looked at you, it hadn’t changed, after all these years. The same longing, the same warm feeling. It made you want to vomit. Rudy quickly joined the party, his surprised expression not lost on you. The party finally reached a shipping container refitted with a door. Alejandro’s rough clasped around the back of your neck, bringing you to a halt. No words were exchanged as Alejandro cut the zip tie keeping you bound. 

Graves opened the door, pushing Valeria through, you followed. 

“Take a seat,” Graves gestured. 

There were two chairs, Valeria took the one facing the door and you the one facing away. You crossed one leg over the other before crossing your arms. Graves walked around the two of you like a vulture. 

“Right, how do you all know each other?” began his line of questioning. 

“Know is a strong word,” Alejandro’s voice had become gravelly, but you could still hear the sweet notes similar to those all those years ago. 

“Las palabras fuertes son importantes. Nuestra palabra es nuestro valor, ¿no?” Valeria teased. 

“De las que no tienes, cabrón,” you say over your shoulder. 

“Enough! Valeria, hijo de puta, ¡te mataré!” Alejandro stalked toward Valeria, only to be pulled back like a mangy dog by Rudy and Soap.

“Ya! Ya!” Alejandro shrugged them off, remaining a few feet away from you. “Go on.” 

“We don’t take orders anymore,” Valeria smirked, “even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me.” 

“Look at this-” Alejandro chuckled bitterly, “they’re ex-military, we served together. And Y/N-”

“That person is dead,” you growled, “along with that name.” 

Graves chuckled, leaning over you to stare directly into your eyes. 

“And who might you be, sweet thing?” He smirked, amused by the rage burning behind your dark eyes. 

Valeria smirked as you looked at her from the corner of your eye. 

“Show them.” 

 It happened in a blink of an eye. You kicked Graves’ in his knee then shoved his shoulder so he’d be facing away from you, forcing him to his knees. You caught his neck between your thighs before constricting to the point you could see the American’s face go red. He clawed at your thighs as he looked up in surprise with a tinge of anger. His struggle brought a smirk to your lips as you looked over your shoulder to the other men in the room all frozen with their hands on their holstered guns. 

“Move and I’ll snap blanquito’s neck,” you said, your voice calm. 

Your hand moved up to your mask, pulling it down slowly. As the mask was removed, more scars were revealed. Until finally the biggest of them all was revealed. Two scars ran from the corner of your lips and across your cheeks. These scars ran deep, deep into your soul. From the outside, one could see that said scars healed harshly, leaving your once remarkable looks mutilated. Your mask fell around your neck, your gaze falling down to Graves’ whose shocked expression began to deteriorate into horror. 

You chuckled darkly, cocking your head to the side. 

“Aw what’s wrong, baby, you don’t think I look pretty like this?”

⇼

Alejandro stood over his many weapons and supplies laid out perfectly across the table. He counted them twice, thrice even, but it still didn’t calm his nerves. He leaned on to his palms, his eyes seemingly looking over his supplies. He could barely hear the footsteps. They were faint, but they were there. They stopped a few feet away from him. He could feel someone’s gaze burning into his back. 

“If there’s something you’d like to say, then say it,” he finally broke the silence. 

“I just don’t know why you’re worrying your pretty little head over this,” your voice chimed sweetly, “mi cariño.” 

Alejandro smirked before turning to face you, leaning against the table before crossing his arms. 

“Someone’s become arrogant,” Alejandro joked. 

You smiled that sweet smile, the one that could melt him from the inside out. The same one he could never say no to. Your stance exhibited respect for your superior but your expression clearly gave you away. The way the dim fluorescents sparkled in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.  And it couldn’t have made him happier. And even more worried. 

“It’s nearly a suicide mission,” Alejandro frowned. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, finally approaching to stand beside him, “you’re overreacting.” 

“You’re right: this is a suicide mission,” Alejandro said. 

“Ale,” you touch his arm gently. “There’s nothing to worry about. It’s a simple ‘get-in, get-out’, that’s it.” 

“It’s just too easy, mi vida. What if we missed something-”

“Oh, so you’re doubting my intel now?” Your brow quirks. 

“No, never,” Alejandro shook his head with a sigh. “I can’t…” 

You cocked your head to the side, looking up into his serious gaze. 

“Can’t what?” 

Alejandro’s gaze softened, finding it easier to avoid your gaze. 

“I can’t risk something happening to you,” Alejandro said, “what if you get caught? What they’ll do to you, you’ve seen it.” 

Flashes of the many mutilated bodies, the blankets scrawled with the cartel’s warnings flickered across your memory, bringing you to frown. You shook your head of the memories. 

“That won’t happen,” you smiled softly. “I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Promesas?” said Alejandro. 

You gave him your best grin before nodding, “I promise, mi amor.”

Alejandro's serious expression finally parted with a charming smile. He came to stand in front of you. His calloused hands found purchase on your hips as you stood in between his legs. Alejandro let out a comfortable sigh, his shoulders visibly slouching.

“And once all is said and done, I’ll have the honor of calling you my wife,” Alejandro said. 

You chuckle, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his rough lips. Alejandro hummed, looking into your eyes with so much love pouring from him. 

“I can’t wait, marido.”

⇼

You hummed in satisfaction seeing Graves struggle in your hold, but even more so seeing the rage painted across Alejandro’s face. 

“Ah, looks like blanquito is going blue,” Valeria laughed. 

“Release him, now!” Ghost shouted. 

You gave the American one last look before shrugging and finally let Grave’s free. The poor man gasped and coughed for air as he scrambled away from you. Soap helped him to his feet but you couldn’t help but smirk as Graves’ irate expression. 

“Enough games!” Ghost shouted. 

“You were one of us, how could you?” Rudy said with a frown. 

“No, you were the wild ones,” Valeria smirked, “Los Vaqueros! My crew were clean cut senor y senoras.” 

“Yeah, until the raid, ¿te acuerdas?” Alejandro said with his disdained smirk. 

“Recuerdo perfectamente. Más que tú, bastardo,” You growled, “you left me to die, and let my attempted killer run free -- but it seems you’ve forgotten that part.” 

The expressions on most of the men, minus the one known as Ghost and Alejandro’s, dissolved into confusion. 

“What! The corporal never told you?” Your laugh rumbled in your chest. “He never told you what really happened that night, eh Rudy?” 

“Enough,” Alejandro’s gaze became harsh to match his venomous tone. 

You chuckled, leaning your head back, to look up at the singular lightbulb hanging above. 

“The night before, the scouting mission,” you hummed, “el jefe, se suponía que no debía estar allí, ¿o sí? You were supposed to lead him away-” 

“Stop it-” 

“But there he was,” you sighed, “I had walked right into the lion’s den. I waited, waited for my fiance to come storming the door down and rescue me. Two weeks, two weeks I waited until you finally showed up. But the damage had been done.” 

“They…did this to you?” Soap said, his eyes wide with shock. 

“Among other things. But look on the brightside! I survived,” you said, your eyes hardening, “And that slippery bastard got away.” 

A heavy silence came over the room as you looked over your shoulder and into Alejandro’s eyes. He couldn’t meet your gaze, choosing to look down at his boots. 

“We had to do it…the right way,” Alejandro said slowly as if trying to convince himself with his own words. 

“So I did what you couldn’t,” you said, lifting your mask to conceal your face once more. “I carved that fuckers heart right out his chest and mailed it to his mama. Of course, she didn’t have to wait to see her son much longer after that.” 

“That’s sick,” Soap shook his head. 

“He was supposed to go to prison,” Rudy chimed in. 

“So you killed him, and took his place,” Graves said, finally regaining his balance as he circled both you and Valeria. 

“We created a power vacuum, and filled it,” Valeria smirked, “Las Almas needs us.” 

“Las Almas needs soldiers, not sicarios,” Alejandro frowned, “and at one time, I thought you knew that, mi amor. You disgrace the army, y tus hermanos, no?”

You wanted to bury the shame bubbling in your chest the second you heard the disappointment in his voice. You clenched your fists, angry that hearing his words would affect you this much. You wanted to shout, to scream but you remained silent. 

“Why you doin’ this?” Graves leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. 

“You tell me, you’re the contractor, no?” Valeria leaned back in her chair. “What you don’t do, your competitors will.”

“You’re a narco harboring a terrorist,” Ghost said from his corner of the room. 

“Terrorism is good for business,” Valeria shrugged. “It’s insurance. “The fuck does that mean-” 

“¿Puedes sacar tu maldita cabeza de tu culo por un segundo? ¡Puta madre, Alejandro!” Valeria shouts, shrugging off Grave’s hand from her shoulder. “As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs. If you want your so-called terrorist and your missiles, you need me, you need us. To prevent bloodshed.” 

An angry fire ignited within Alejandro’s eyes, knowing full well what Valeria was insinuating. 

“Fuck this,” he cursed as he grabbed his weapons, “I’m not doing this.”

“It doesn’t change anything-” 

“It changes everything!” shouted Alejandro, his eyes once again finding purchase in yours. 

And for a moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of you - the old you. But just as quickly as he saw it, it was gone, leaving only the monster he had unknowingly created. 

“Don’t make a deal with them,” Alejandro said, his words heavy. 

“It won’t end well.”

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