#sorry again if i worried anyone and for the radio silence

[sakasakiii]

Hi!

I just wanted to say that I love your art very much. It is so pretty. It motivates me to keep on drawing.

Also- are you okay? How are you?

HELLO NONNIE!!! sorry for taking SO long to reply to this, but thank you sm for ur concern and for taking the time to send such a kind message 🥺 I'm doing fine! like i explained in my comeback post a few days ago, i've just been really busy hahahah.... which has been somewhat of a pattern in 2022-23? man. idk how i managed to do 2 posts a week regularly for all of 2021 but take me back to those peaceful days huhuhu 🥴 all in all, i'm alright dw!!

im absolutely honoured to hear that you've been inspired by my art!! it's very humbling to know u've taken the time to get such meaningful things out of the.... whatever it is ive been making HAAHAHA 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ THANK YOUUU and i hope you keep creating!! nothing would make me happier than to see you continue pursuing ur art and i hope to see it one day for myself 🤞 HOHOOO??

i received a few more check-in asks from some other nonnies, so i'll follow up with them here ❤️ thank you to everyone who sent in things!! ur all too nice aughhh

ill throw in a lil post-angband sketch w/ amras n mae, bc i was in a mood to draw some cosy comfort things 🤗 (surviving) redheads gotta stick together !!

[ao3commentoftheday]

any advice about how to deal with posting a fic and getting radio silence? I know ppl aren’t owed engagement ofc, but I feel embarrassed at having spent so long on something no one cares about, and although I liked thinking about the characters and fandom before (and was considering writing more about them), now I can’t think about it without feeling that overpowering embarrassment 😭 part of me wants to delete the fic, but that would mean having to open ao3 and look at it again LMAO

sorry for the venting, I know this is probably a me problem, but has anyone else felt this, and if so, is there any way to make this pervasive shame go away??

*hugs* This is a very painful thing to experience and there isn't really any way to make it just go away, unfortunately. However, you can reflect on it a bit, when you're ready to.

Writing and posting are separate activities. If you've enjoyed writing the story but you haven't enjoyed posting it to the Archive, you can always continue writing just for yourself. This may or may not be something you'd enjoy - you know better than I do whether some of your enjoyment came from the anticipation of a reaction to your work.

Try to analyze where your embarrassment is coming from. Is it worrying that your story was poorly written? A lack of a reaction doesn't mean that the story is bad. Being unpopular doesn't mean it's bad, either. If your story is good to you, then it's a good story.

Is your embarrassment from feeling like you were "caught trying." Is it a cringe at the idea that you put effort into something that someone else doesn't (appear to) find valuable?

Is it actually embarrassment at all? Are you feeling a different kind of hurt instead? Did you hope that someone in particular would read your story and now you feel ignored? Did you hope to be embraced by your community and now you feel shunned?

These are difficult questions that I'm asking and you might not want to think about them right now. That's okay. You don't need to if you don't want to. You can definitely delete the fic and pretend it never happened. Or you can log out of that AO3 account and create a new one and never look back. Maybe you just need to take a week or a month off for a hiatus of sorts and when the ache isn't as bad, you'll be able to face it all again.

When I felt this way, it was because I felt like I'd put something into my community and that I'd been ignored. But since that time, I've found one person who gives me all of the community support I used to get from an entire fandom, and now when I post something on AO3 I don't actually need a response anymore. I get all of the fun and excitement and validation etc from my conversations and RP threads with my best friend.

Once you've got a little distance from the pain of this moment, try to figure out what it is that you were hoping to get and then figure out how you can get it. Maybe it's through posting fic to AO3, but maybe it's not.

Let's see what others can suggest. This is not something you're experiencing alone, anon. So very many of your fellow fan writers have experienced this too ❤️

[muxshwriting]

too sweet

Bob Floyd x reader

summary: he’s just too sweet for the world || warnings: general navy warnings (trauma, crashes) || word count: 818 || masterlist

You're sitting at the bar, nursing a beer. Your hair is falling in front of your face but you can't be bothered to tuck it back up again.

A young man with gelled hair and slipping glasses slowly makes his way over to the bar, leaning over to order another drink of his own before settling into the stool next to you. You don't even glance at him but you suppose he takes your silence as an invitation.

"Are you alright?"

You frown, turning to face him. "What?"

The man's eyes widen and he stutters out a reply, "You're sitting by yourself and you look a little sad. Are you alright?"

"Trust me man, I'm fine by myself."

He nodded. "My name's Bob."

You turn to look at his properly, intending to tell him to leave you alone to your misery. But you catch one glance at the look of pure sincerity and kindness in his eyes and stop yourself. "I'm Y/N."

Bob nodded. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Baltimore but I live in San Diego at the moment." You gesture to the beachside bar you're at. "... Obviously." A small smile graces your face and you see Bob's own grow.

You continue talking, actually enjoying spending time with Bob and letting the tension drip from your shoulders. Talking is easy with you but the more you learn about Bob, the more you want to walk away. See, he's such a nice guy, the best kind in fact.

He's the kind of guy who shouldn't have to deal with someone like you. You're an unreliable friend, always running the risk of being called away by the navy. It was the whole reason you couldn't hang on to your high school or college friends, everyone moved to different parts of the country and you were constantly moving. You would make friends one place and then have to move somewhere else, often being stationed overseas or at different stations.

But there was nothing to stop you from enjoying this night with him. It didn't have to mean anything. You were two strangers at the bar, being company for a night and then never seeing each other again.

"Robert?" You check. "Has anyone ever called you Bobby?"

Slowly, he shakes his head. "Not until now. It’s always been Bob."

"Well, Bobby, I’m gonna change that."

Bobby seemed to register your words as he finished his beer. "Um… I should go." He said quietly, standing up.

"Why? You got a girl waiting for you at home?" You tease him slightly in good nature .

"…I got church in the morning." He shifts from foot to foot.

"Oh." Bobby really was too good for this world. "Ok. It was nice meeting you."

In the coming weeks, you push the sweet guy out of your mind, focusing on work and relishing the longer days as summer drawls in. It’s never a quiet day at the Navy, especially at Miramar. People are always getting hurt, either minor scrapes or the rare occasion of a mechanical failure. Being a medic meant your days were never the same.

Your colleague radio's in a bird strike involving two aviators and you stand in the triage room, worried what kind of injuries are going to roll in. Luckily, the two aviators walk themselves to your room and seem alright as the sit down in chairs. You double take as you see the man's face.

"Bobby?" His name falls from your lips before you can stop yourself. "Sorry."

"Hey Y/N. I didn't realise you were navy."

"I guess it didn't come up in our conversation." You smile wryly at him before refocusing on your task.

Their both fine, no concussions, nothing more than a few bruises and a the mental weight of their experience.

"I’m guessing you’re an aviator then?"

"WSO."

"Even better. Pilots are always cocky." You joke. Phoenix makes a sound of argument as you correct yourself. "The male pilots are always cocky." She smiles at you. "You're great."

"Thanks." She says to you. "I'll try and keep us out of trouble."

You nod gratefully at her. "You better. I don't want to see either of you in my triage again, you hear me?"

Bobby tips an imaginary hat at you. "Yes Ma'am." Phoenix walks out of the room but he hangs back. "Can I take you out for another drink sometime?"

"Bobby- You're a really great guy but I don't think you really know me and my life." You try to reason with him but he doesn't care.

"I'm trying to get to know you." He replies. "I don't care about the problems. We're navy, problem solving is kind of our job."

You laugh under your breath at him. "Alright Bobby, I'll get drinks. You busy tonight?"

You're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape.

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[coffeewithcocoa]

Hi💕

Can I request male reader x Alastor were they are enemies by day and lovers by night? If you can thank you💕

:0 THIS ONE! THIS ONE RIGHT HERE IS BEAUTIFUL!

Playing Pretend

Alastor x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff//Romantic Relationship//Female DNI

Sorry if it’s not perfect or too short😅

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You and Alastor hated each other. No, Correction. You guys pretended to hate each other. It’s not for the reason you think but it’s just because he wants to keep his, ‘big, bad, scary, overlord’ self. He’s actually a big fat softy when and behind closed doors.

He’s been like this since you’ve joined the hotel, as bad as that may seem when it’s clearly not. Like said before, behind closed doors this man’s a big fat softy. Giving you, hugs, kisses, cuddles and much more. The only time you guys fought was in the morning. Why?

It’s so that he wouldn’t show weakness to the blind sinners eyes. Alastor thinks they’re clueless and don’t deserve to see an overlords soft side. Plus he still has Vox to worry about. Showing a soft side around him would cause everyone In pentagram city to see him as a damn joke. So when you guys got into an established relationship he made you swear to only show him love at night, in private, when everyone’s asleep.

It worked for you perfectly though since you weren’t the one for touching anyone who doesn’t have a good bond with you. That’s kind of why Alastor fell for you in the first place. The moment he laid a finger on you when you were knew you almost blew his head off, almost.

You’ve changed, sure, but you still would do that if you didn’t crave or want touch in that moment. A subtle noise made you snap from your thoughts. The jazz noises that filled the room now being mixed in with your boyfriend’s return from working that night.

Charlie has been making him up and down with more and more ideas for the hotel, hoping that it would get more patrons. “Good evening, Cher.” He showed his true voice towards you. It was tired and craving a break.

“Evening.” You replied. Knowing he wants a break but he wouldn’t get one till he allows himself for one. You went back to what you were doing before he arrived in your room, reading. Silence came between you as the room was still filled with the jazz you’d left on. Your voice breaking the short silence, “Charlie I’m assuming?”

“As much as I care for the doll she’s just a little too talkative Cher.” Alastor answered with a small hum. His lovely grin, that covers his face everyday, faded as he moved further into the room. Your head turned, placing the book down to stand up. “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” You asked going over to the radio that played the genre that your lover enjoyed when he was alive.

“Hm. Just your presence is fine.” The smile he had finally gained confidence again. Going back to its original bright self that everyone is familiar with. Alastor’s hand was focused on his dress coat. He may need it for when he was working or when it was morning but wearing such a thing around you felt weird. Yes he likes being neat and tiddy but he just wants a break.

Your foot steps being further away from him when he started and you being right in front of him when he finished made his gaze turn to you. A small smile placed into your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I hate waking up.” Alastor knew the answer to that and he on the same boat as you. “I know Cher. We do it because it’s to protect an innocent, handsome, sinner such as yourself.”

He has a way with words. And you hated it. Thats the only thing you really hated value him though. Everything else was something someone wanted really bad but he happened to fill up the categories perfectly! “I understand but why in front of all the others?” It was pretty obvious as to why the others didn’t know about the relationship going on between you too, but wouldn’t they be the first to know?

“Ha! They would be the last ones to know about such a thing Cher.” The speed that he can change moods scares you quite a bit. Even with it being as simple as him being tired to him enjoying the presence he brought to the room.

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Sorry that it’s quite short. I’ve been tired and busy and nothing exactly came into mind once I got to this point, hope you like it though!<333

[trashy-tries-writing]

I can just imagine Ravine healing himself like he’s in the far cry 2 and everybody just looking at him like “wtf???”

Like broken arm? Nah let me just readjust some bones and we’re good to go!

Sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! 😖 Okay I can see this happening 💀. Price is getting gray hairs because he never knows if Ravine is walking around with an injured bones or not. It's a charade for 141 to find out after the first time they saw him do it 😂. Thank you so much for this idea 🙂 Also to all precious Readers, anyone willing to help me understand the mw2 characters more? Like telling me what your opinion on what their dislikes and likes could be and maybe headcanons you guys have for them? I’m interested to learn/know :DD PS.: I apologize for any mistakes and wrong words I use, It’s been too long since I researched about MW2 and Military stuff 😅

Price has known Ravine for a few years now but the soldier still surprises him in ways that he would never imagine. When he believes he finally grasped the depth of the weapo- Ravine’s abilities, the man swoops in with something unpredictable that has the captain stare at him like he just told him Laswell is firing Price.

Well not after today that is. Now he welcomes situations that could only happen in dreams with open arms so he can spare himself some stress.

The mission was easier than some things they were ordered to do.

The objective was to seize the contents inside the briefcase, it didn’t matter if the briefcase was lost as long as they got their hands on what was inside it. 

Ghost, Ravine, Gaz and Soap approached the enemy base on the mountains on foot as they ambushed them. However the opponent was one step ahead, hiding inside a hidden cave and fled with a jeep down the mountains, making a quick escape as the soldiers shot down the rest of the man.

Soap cursed, hoping to pop a tire with his gun but it was for naught as the bullets were caught by the many trees the vehicle passed through. Gaz let Price know that the objective is making pace down the mountain.

The captain’s voice echoed through one of their intercom radios.

“Ravine, time to fetch.”

They barely tilted their heads towards the mentioned male when they find Ravine darting past them at high speed. Their confusion flip into understanding as they have never seen him run before.

“The rest of you, make your way down and keep a lookout for strays hanging around.”

A few minutes later, they locate the jeep slammed sideways into a tree trunk making it almost fold in two. They quietly roam the area and quickly spot Ravine emerging from the back of the ruined car with a hand holding onto the case.

And that’s where they currently find themselves in when it happened.

“Ooohhh that looks bad, are you okay?” Gaz takes the briefcase from his hands, eyes worriedly staring at Ravine’s slightly bent arm with the bone poking out it.

“Aye.”

Without warning Ravine grabs his broken arm, pushing the bone back inside his flesh. A collective groan of pain and disgust echoed through the mountain from his action. 

Soap lifts a hand and averts his gaze from the scene as Gaz holds the briefcase in front of his face. Ghost scrunches his face from underneath the mask as Price’s voice echoes through, questioning the sudden silence.

The were impressed, sure… but whAT THE FUCK?!?!!?

While they are trying to explain to Ravine that, for a matter of fact, it was NOT okay to push your own bone back into your arm and it shouldn’t have been his first response to the open wound. It was DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL either to use that said broken arm the minute he ‘fixed’ it.

I mean okay, they did find that kind of cool but they were seriously getting worried about him. His blood was running down his forearm, staining his clothes red and he’s standing there like it was a daily occurrence.

Ghost marches towards Ravine and pokes a harsh finger to his helmet with ‘Don’t try this shit again’ glare, making the tall man recoil his head from the push.

“Sit down you muppet and refrain from moving that arm around.”

On the other side inside Price’s office, the captain exhales loudly; it could be heard outside the room. “Of course he did that…” He’s aging so quickly that he’s hoping he won't wake up the next day with a full set of white hair.

He waits by the entrance, seeing the truck in the distance growing bigger each second. He pushes himself from leaving on the wall and sees Gaz, Soap and Ghost instinctively grab onto Ravine who seems to plan a visit to the doctor.

While Ghost’s pushing from the front, one hand locked with Ravin’s while the other pushed against his chest, Gaz and Soap are pulling and tugging the man towards the medical facility.

Price sighs and the soldier’s stop in their tracks when they find him standing beside them watching them try to wrestle Ravine into a checkup. The captain crosses his arms over his chest, his head tilted slightly and a silent conversation is shared between him and the giant of a man.

Ghost can feel Ravine’s hand flinch and shake as he unconsciously tightens his grip on the shorter male’s hand. The lieutenant turns his head back, observing his body becoming tense making him look bulkier than he was.

The trio is shushed away as Price and Ravine go on their merry way.

“Man, he must really hate doctors.”

Ghost’s eyes linger on Ravine’s back, feeling something amiss. He doesn’t push or ask for an answer but questions are filling his head especially due to the sudden heat he could feel from his hand that was locked with his.

They were hiding something huge that was related to the abnormality that was Ravine but there were too many potential answers to piece together, like a puzzle without edges and weirdly shaped pieces.

He was sure Gaz and Soap were thinking the same thing but they didn’t dare risk breaking whatever frail bond they had with Ravine.

Who was Ravine before he became Ravine?

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@livinglifebesticanlol

(Hope it worked, never tagged anyone before 💦) (Also sorry if my writing got bad, I haven't written for so long 😳)

[salstray]

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader - Guardian Angel 3rd person pov warnings: blood, bullet wounds, swearing, guns 1k words~

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part 2 = part 3

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“Keegan! Keegan! God damn it, respond! Where are you?!” 

Merrick’s voice was laying in his lap, calling out from the ear piece that had been knocked from Keegan’s head when the Fed sniper had slammed his elbow into the Ghost’s temple. That same sniper was now laying in a mangled, bloody heap at the bottom of the cliff he’d once been scouting from, but the pistol he’d used to punch a hole right through Keegan’s stomach was laying only a foot away from the sole of his boot. Probably still warm from the discharge. 

Keegan groaned, blinking a few times, slow and sluggish as he focused all his energy on pressing his glove to his leaking wound. 

He needed to use his other hand to press the radio. To make contact. Tell his team where he was and what his status was so they could, at the very least, get his corpse somewhere they could bury him. But everything was thick and syrupy. Coated in molasses and hard to push through. 

Already lost too much blood, he thought to himself. 

“Keegan!” Merrick’s voice was laced with desperation. Fraying at the edges, cracking as he called to him, over and over, begging for something, anything that would tip them off to his position. That would give them a hint as to where he’d ended up. Had he made it to the house? Had he taken out the sniper? Was he still alive?

They wouldn’t get their answers. Not from him and not from the bullet that had torn right through his intestines. 

Keegan’s eyes fluttered and he sucked in a deep breath as he tried to tug them open again. 

Focus. What do you see?

Greenery. Ferns and underbrush. The house the sniper had set up in had been some sort of isolated vacation home on the side of the mountain. More taken by time than the crash of ODIN to the earth. Simply abandoned. There was a moldy, dirty sofa to the right of the room. Sitting in front of an overturned coffee table. Brown with rainwater and animal activity. There was a perfect set of paw prints that he could track on the arm-rest. Probably a fox or something that had found its way through one of the many shattered windows, looking to take a few berries from the blooming bush that half hung down through the collapsed ceiling. 

His head rolled to the side, his cheek resting against his left shoulder as his breath slowly pushed free from his lungs. Keegan couldn’t feel most of his limbs at this point, but he didn’t let up the pressure on his wound, even if it wouldn’t do anything but delay the inevitable. 

The wall on this side of the house had also fallen in. Either by a storm, human interference, or something else, he didn’t know. Insulation flapped in the wind, softly patting the drywall that was steadily crumbling away to dust with time. Beyond the wall was a cliff. The one Keegan had full body shoved the sniper off of. A small smile twitched its way onto his cheeks under the mask at the memory of the scream. Then the echoing crack and the answering silence. 

At least I’ll see you in hell, bastard.

Finally, his eyes closed. It was supposed to be a blink, but… opening them again felt like it would take more energy then he had left… so they didn’t. 

“Answer me, Russ! That’s a fucking order!”

Sorry, Merrick.

“Keegan!”

End of the line.

“Keegan!”

“Keegan?” 

A new hand pressed against his. Warm. Soft. Somehow he could tell, even through the gloves and the icy feel of blood loss. 

“Still with me?” 

That wasn’t Merrick. His voice was rough. Commanding and sharp. This one was… quiet. Feminine. It wasn’t coming from his fallen earpiece, either. It was right in front of him. Clear as day. 

“I got you, Sergeant. Don’t worry. You’ll be okay, I promise.” 

He still couldn’t open his eyes. His body was heavy. Heavy in a way he’d never felt before. It wasn’t the pull of exhaustion. He was used to that, knew how to fight it off better than anyone. This was the drag of death. 

And yet... he was still alive.

The warmth that pushed through his glove bled through his whole arm. From the tips of his fingers up to his shoulder, then deeper, into his chest and his lungs. Then down into his wound. He didn’t feel the bullet push its way out of his body, but the quiet clink of it hitting the wood between his thighs made him flinch.

“Easy,” the new voice called again. Another hand appeared, cupping his cheek, warm and welcoming, the thumb brushing against the edge of the mask under his eyes, which he still couldn’t seem to open. “Almost done.” 

Almost done with what…?

Finally, Keegan’s eyes popped open. Wide and wild, shifting across the room, from right to left and back again, searching for the source of the voice. The hands, the warmth. But the room was empty. 

It was just him. The pistol. And Merrick’s voice from his lap, agonized and drenched in defeat..

“God, damn it…” 

Keegan’s right hand pulled away from his stomach, towards his rifle, which had fallen off his lap when he’d slid to the ground with his back to the wall, bleeding like a stuck pig. The other went to the earpiece and he wedged it back in place under the fabric of his mask before pushing at the button on his radio.

“Sniper’s down,” Keegan said simply. 

“Keegan?! What the hell, what happened to you?!” 

The Ghost’s hand fell away from his radio, down to his abdomen, where he’d been bleeding from minutes ago. But there was no blood to be found, now. Just a single hole torn right through his jacket, his hoodie, and his shirt, exposing a smooth spot of skin on his stomach, right under the line of his vest. 

There wasn’t even a scar. 

“Got held up. Heading back your way.” 

He’d figure out the details later. Think about the voice, the hands, the wound later. For now, he’d continue on, haunting Federation territory like he was supposed to with his fellow Ghosts, the quiet thought of Guess I got a Guardian Angel or something... in his mind.

[milogreer]

finally getting around to posting this geordi/cutie fic i teased a few weeks ago! sorry for the wait 😅 2.6k words of a little angst leading to fluff 💖 enjoy!

They look tired. They just got off a plane, of course they’re tired. Yeah, but, like. They look tired. Even with only a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a rolling suitcase dragging along behind them, Cutie somehow looks as though they’re carrying the weight of the world. Are they okay? Hmm. Maybe they had just a bad flight. Have they seen me yet? No, they’re still looking around. Call them or something, why are you just-

Their eyes lock, finally, and even from across the room and with what feels like a thousand people between them, Geordi can see the way Cutie’s entire body relaxes at the sight of him. They meet halfway, Cutie’s bag thudding to the ground as they all but fall into Geordi’s embrace and bury their face in his chest.

See? I think they’re upset. Or they just missed me. I missed them. God, that week felt like a month. I hope they had fun with their family though. I wonder what they’re like. They don’t talk about them much. Are they all telepaths? At least one of them is, I’m pretty sure. That doesn’t matter right now, I should tell them-

“I missed you.” He pulls out of the hug just enough to press a lingering kiss to their forehead. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“I missed you too.” They hold his gaze for a moment, eyes shiny and brow furrowed the tiniest bit, before looking away. “Can we go?”

Like a flipped switch, the bustle of the airport around them comes back into focus. Geordi steps back, fighting the urge to look around to see if anyone’s watching them. It was just a forehead kiss. Who cares if anyone saw it?

“Yeah, of course. I’ll get your bags.”

There’s definitely something wrong. It’s been twenty minutes and they’ve barely said two words. They’re just looking out the window, they might just be jet lagged. Does jet lag only affect sleep cycles or does it make you sleepy too? They haven’t asked to link yet. That’s weird. Is it weird? 

Geordi sneaks a peak out of the corner of his eye. Cutie’s slouched against the car door, their elbow on the arm rest and chin in hand, head resting on the window. Normally they’d be singing along to the radio and giggling when they mess up a lyric, but today they’re just… quiet. To say Geordi’s concerned would be an understatement - Cutie’s almost never this quiet. It’s a little scary.

They look like they’re thinking about something. Oh, shit. They’re not waiting for me to invite them in, are they? They’ve never been shy about asking before. Geordi frowns. He taps anxiously on the steering wheel. Was I late picking them up? They said their flight landed at eleven, I got there at ten thirty just to be safe. Wait, I couldn’t have been late, I watched the plane land, for Christ’s sake. So what did I do?

Taking in a deep breath and trying to disguise his tone from the fact that he’s winding himself up for likely no reason, he asks, “How, uh, how was your flight?”

“Fine.” Cutie doesn’t look over, just continues gazing out the window at the passing landscape. The word seems to stick in their throat. “Slept through it.”

Good. “That’s good.” I guess.

They only shrug in response, and the rest of the car ride passes in silence.

It’s not until they’re safely at home, luggage ditched by the front door and the rest of the world shut out behind them, that Geordi finally gathers enough courage to speak again.

“You haven’t said much since I picked you up.” He keeps his worry as light as possible as he watches Cutie collapse onto the couch, their back against the arm and their legs stretched out along the cushions. “Is everything okay?”

With a pitiful sounding sigh, Cutie signs, “can’t talk” before their hands drop onto their stomach.

Can’t? Or won’t? Shut up.

“Well, if you want to talk, you can come in.” He gestures to his head with a meek smile. “I promise I won’t sing “It’s A Small World” this time.”

His attempt to lighten the mood works; Cutie exhales through their nose and rolls their eyes, but they’re smiling at the same time. It only lasts a moment though before their expression drops, overtaken again by exhaustion. They hold out their arms, silently requesting Geordi join them on the couch.

So they’re not mad at me? Jesus, give it a rest, Geordi.

“Scoot down a little, I’ll sit behind you.”

No sooner has Geordi settled into the corner of the couch than Cutie’s shuffling up into his lap and tucking themselves against him, their head nestling into the crook of his neck. A contented sigh escapes them as Geordi shakes out the throw blanket from the back of the couch to cover the two of them.

“Better?”

They hum affirmatively.

Should I ask again if they want in? I don’t want them to feel pressured, but they didn’t answer me last time. I could just talk about my week. But what if they want to talk about theirs after all? … Ugh, I hate when they go nonverbal- No, that’s not true, I just need to work with them. It’s okay. Just get over it and ask.

“You wanna talk about it, or should I give you a riveting play-by-play of how boring this week without you was?”

“Tell me everything,” they sign.

So he does, even though there isn’t really much to tell. He doesn’t have half the social life Cutie does; he much prefers staying home with his video games over going out with a big group of people. But he makes a show of his storytelling, recalling with intense emotion how the ending of a show he’d been watching had absolutely bombed and how he’d had a rather heated debate about said show with one of his coworkers. He tells them about a new board game he picked up that he thought they might like, about a recipe his mom had sent him that they had to make together as soon as possible because it sounds amazing, and about he’d finally won that one annoying boss fight he’d been stuck on for days before their trip.

“What do you mean, “tell me more?” I’ve been talking for an hour,” Geordi says with a laugh. “I think I’m out of material. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t live a very exciting life. The most fun I had last week was getting a free Frosty from Wendy’s on accident.”

Cutie laughs for the first time, and the warmth that spreads through him is like standing in direct sunlight after a week of rain. I love their laugh. It’s sweet. They’re cute when they smile. Are they feeling better now? I hope so. Fuck, I’m thirsty. I can’t get up right now. They look comfortable. Unless…

“Are you hungry? Did you eat before your flight?”

After a brief pause wherein they glance away shamefully, they shake their head.

Oh no. That upset them. I don’t want them to feel bad, it’s not a big deal. Yeah, we can just eat now. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll just find something to eat now.” He pats their leg reassuringly, drawing their attention back to him. “Caaan I get a kiss first?” 

Their smile, even as small as it is right now, is infectious. They hold up their hand, index finger and thumb almost touching.

  “Just a little one?” 

Cutie nods, then tilts their head as if in thought before signing, “for now,” and winking at him. 

The unexpected playfulness after their recent gloominess makes him laugh. Cutie pushes up to kiss him, one arm hooked around his neck to pull him close - his laugh turns into a gasp of surprise at the force of it. The position they’re in isn’t the most comfortable for kissing, which is just as well; true to their word, Cutie breaks the kiss seconds later. 

Do they look happier now? Lighter. Not so sad. I hate when they’re sad. They deserve to be happy. I’m glad I make them happy. They make me happy.

“I love you.”

Their cheeks darken, bottom lip caught between their teeth to keep their smile contained. “Can I still come in?”

Relief floods through him. He hadn’t realized he was still this worried about their missing connection. “Yeah, of course.”

A beat of silence passes, then-

I love you too.

The sound of their voice reverberating in his head is comfortingly familiar. After a week of stress and boredom and missing them so badly it sometimes kept him up at night, it’s finally feeling like home around here again. 

That was cute. You’re cute.

Cutie giggles. I’m glad to be home.

Me too. It feels like home again. “Now, come on. Let’s get you something to eat.”

They roll obediently off the couch, springing to their feet with the energy of their old self. They clasp their hands in front of them and bat their eyes sweetly at Geordi. Can you make pancakes-

With chocolate chips? they finish in unison, breaking into laughter seconds later.

You know me so well. 

There’s an emotion tied to their statement that Geordi doesn’t readily understand. Why do you sound surprised? “That wasn’t weird, was it?” I didn’t think it was weird, but-

It wasn’t weird, they assure him, signing along with their thoughts as they hop up into one of the chairs at the counter while Geordi circles to the other side of the kitchen island. It’s just… They shrug in what he imagines is meant to be indifference, though their facade doesn’t fool him. People don’t usually know that kind of stuff about me.

You sound sad. Don’t be sad. I mean, you know, you can be sad, I just mean, he rifles through cabinets, pulling out the ingredients for pancakes, “I know a lot of little things about you.” Weirdo. It’s not weird! “Like, I know that you like to sleep on the side of the bed farthest away from the door, and that your favorite color right now is neon pink but that it’ll probably change by next week. I know you like cats but you’re allergic to them. Your favorite candy flavor is green apple because you like that it’s only a little sour.” Okay, maybe it is getting a little too much, I should-

“Geordi.”

His name being said out loud, the first time they’ve spoken verbally since going nonverbal, makes him jump, nearly fumbling the skillet he’s just pulled out. 

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “That was a lot, I know-”

Cutie reaches a hand out across the island, palm flat on the cold marble. Hold on, let me finish. With a visible swallow, Geordi gently sets the skillet on the stovetop and nods. “It’s not too much. I think it’s sweet that you remember all that about me.” Their voice softens, so much so that it’s barely audible even in his head. My parents don’t even know pancakes are my favorite.

Uh oh. Parent mention. Is that why they were upset? Did they get into it on their trip? Stop it, that’s not my business. Well, they brought it up, am I supposed to not be curious? They don’t ever talk about them. Geordi shakes his head to reorient himself, then addresses Cutie directly. Sorry. Obviously you don’t have to talk about it- about them- if you don’t want to.

“Maybe later?” they sign, and the discomfort written across their face makes Geordi’s stomach turn. 

“Whenever you’re up to it. I won’t push you.”

With their hands pressed to their heart, they say, Thank you.

You don’t have to thank me. I want you to feel comfortable. For added sincerity and also just out of habit, he signs as well as audibly says, “I love you.”

Cutie returns the gesture, blowing a kiss for good measure that Geordi pretends to catch, holding his closed fist to his chest. They both laugh, and he turns to start cooking. 

Anyway, Cutie says, tapping at their phone until soft music starts to play from the plant-shaped speaker on the island, is there anything I can do to help?

You’re supposed to be relaxing. Cooking can be relaxing. I think it is, at least. And cooking together is always fun. There’s not a whole lot to do with pancakes, but- “You wanna come add the chocolate chips?”

Cutie wastes no time joining Geordi on his side of the island, scooping up the bag of chocolate chips and palming a handful. 

Now?

“Yeah, it’s almost ready to flip.”

They bump him gently out of the way to meticulously sprinkle chocolate chips amongst the batter sizzling in the pan until it’s almost more chocolate than pancake. They drop the rest of the chips from their palm into their mouth.

Geordi chuckles as he moves back over to flip the pancake. Always the sweet tooth. 

Almost as sweet as me. Cutie grins cheekily.

Cute. So cute. Kiss? No, they said no more kisses. For now. “Almost,” he agrees, tapping the tip of their nose with his index finger to pull another smile out of them.

They wrap their arms around him from behind while he cooks, cheek nuzzling the soft fabric of his hoodie. Thank you. 

The abrupt spike in heart rate makes his hand tremble faintly. For what?

For loving me.

Geordi’s racing mind stills, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. Gently, he unwinds their arms from his waist so he can turn to face them, holding their hands in both of his. His brow’s furrowed as his thoughts kickstart into overdrive, much too fast for Cutie to catch most of, struggling to find the right words to say that don’t make him sound like a bumbling idiot. 

“I feel like,” he says slowly, the corners of his lips twitching like he’s trying to hold back a smile, “if I try to tell you to not thank me for that you’ll argue with me.” Cutie nods matter-of-factly. Yeah, exactly. “So, instead, I’ll say thank you for, y’know…” He looks down at their hands, his thumbs rubbing idly against their skin. Showing me that it’s okay to love again. And that I can be loved too.

Eyes sparkling with adoration, Cutie brings their joined hands to their chest, rising up onto their toes to meet him in a kiss; their choked-up I love you is echoed by Geordi’s. Their arms wrap around his neck as his encircle their waist, both basking in the feeling of their bodies pressed together after so long apart.

Missed you. Missed this. Touching you. Holding you. I’m glad you’re home. It was lonely without you. I love you. A week is too long. Ugh, that’s clingy, isn’t it? Not now, brain. You taste sweet. Like chocolate.

Like they’ve been burned, Cutie pulls away with a sharp gasp, gripping Geordi’s upper arms in their panic. “The pancake!”

Relegated safely off to the side of the stove, Cutie watches with bated breath as Geordi snatches the spatula from the countertop to rescue the pancake. He flips it onto a plate, and -

He sighs in defeat, staring at the burnt pancake with a grimace. 

Yeah, that’s, uh…

It’s not that bad.

Geordi scoffs, though it’s more amused than derisive. You’re telling me you’ll eat that? The stretch of silence that follows his question is answer enough even without the way Cutie wrinkles their nose. I didn’t think so. He chucks it into the bin.

Sorry for distracting you.

“I think that was more important than one pancake. Don’t worry.”

Sufficiently reassured, Cutie sidles up close to his side again as he preps the next pancake.

I’m going to put a smiley face on this one.

That is horrible distribution. 

Cutie laughs, hooking their arm around Geordi’s free one. But it’s cute!

He kisses the top of their head. As long as you’re happy.

[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Chapter 34 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.5k

Note: Sorry this is so late!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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Everyone was quiet as they made their way through the woods toward the hunter’s safe house. The only sound that could be heard was the crunching of leaves and sticks beneath their feet. Y/N knows it’s wrong, but she wishes she was Allison right now so she wouldn’t have to deal with everything.

Stiles doesn’t like the silence but it’s taking everything in him to break it. He’s worried that if he starts talking then he won’t be able to stop. He’s also not sure if he wants to accidentally piss off anyone who’s in charge of protecting his life.

As much as he’s annoyed at everything that has happened and that has come to light, he also can’t help but have a little fanboy moment inside his head. He’s about to head into battle with the Avengers. The last time they stormed a place he had been sidelined. Now, he’s walking through the woods, about to go into a little war with the hunters, with the Avengers suited up next to him. It’s like a dream he always had but also mixed with a nightmare he always had.

He watches Y/N from the back of the group as she and Chris lead them to the safe house. He doesn’t like that he’s been paired with Liam and Peter but it could be worse. He could be paired up with Peter Hale. He definitely wouldn’t make it out alive if that were the case.

“Are we almost there?” Peter Hale asks.

“Why? Do you have somewhere better to be?” Scott questions.

“Yes. I was thinking about asking your mother out again.”

“Wait, what?” Sam looks between Scott and Peter, confused about what he just heard. How old is this guy and why does it seem like he only hangs out with teenagers? He knows Peter is Derek’s uncle but he also dated one of these kids' mothers?

“Ignore him.” Derek rolls his eyes at his uncle. He just wants to get this over with. He’s tired of having to deal with the Argents and the Avengers. He wants to go home, wrap Y/N up in a warm blanket, and not leave their bedroom until they have to. This past week has caused him too much stress and he’s over it.

Y/N comes to a stop and waits for the others to stand around her, “We’ll split up here. Remember, Sam, Bucky, and Malia, you’ll take the right side. Kira, Natasha, and Wanda, you’ll follow them but then split off to the north side. Scott and Steve, you’re going to the left side. Stiles, Liam, and Peter, you’ll follow them. You’re in charge of killing the Anuk-ite, so good luck with that.”

Chris takes off his backpack before unzipping it and holding it out to everyone, “Everyone take a walkie-talkie. I’m sure these aren’t as advanced as some of you are used to but they’ll do. I’ve already set them to the correct channel but it’s channel 7 if you mess it up.”

“Radio in if you feel the Anuk-Ite so Stiles and them know where to go. He has the mountain ash to kill it so don’t try killing it yourself,” Y/N says while everyone grabs a walkie-talkie. “Also radio if you need help. While we have an idea of what we’re up against, there could be more and some of you have never had to fight these types of creatures before. They are very different from your space aliens.”

“Anything else?” Stiles asks.

“Yeah, don’t die.”

“How are you not a motivational speaker?”

“Okay, let’s go before they do this for another twenty minutes,” Scott says, walking away from the group to the left where Y/N told him to go. Steve presses a quick kiss to Bucky’s lips and murmurs something under his breath to him before following Scott.

“Radio in when you’re in place!” Y/N yells out to Scott.

The rest of the Avengers watch as Y/N and Stiles lock their pinky fingers and promise each other they won’t die. Y/N doesn’t know it but she’s done that since before Pepper gave her away. Anytime they’d go on a mission she’d make them promise they were going to come back. She believed that pinky promises were a binding promise and that there was no way you could break them. It’s little things like that that let them know that the girl they knew is still there, just a bit different.

“One last thing,” Y/N sticks out her hand toward Chris. Chris pulls out a bulletproof vest from his backpack and hands it to Y/N. She quickly pulls it over Stiles’ head and straps it around him before he has a chance to protest. “Just in case.”

“Why have I never been given one of these before?” Stiles scoffs.

“Just be grateful you’re getting one now. Now go.”

Chris, Derek, Peter Hale, Tony, and Y/N watch as the others run off to where they’re supposed to be.

“What else do you have in that bag?” Derek asks, eyeing the backpack in Chris’ hand.

“You don’t want to know,” Chris zips his backpack up and puts it back on his back.

“We’re in place.” Scott’s voice rings out of their walkie-talkies.

Y/N sighs as she tries to mentally prepare herself for the fight ahead, “I think I could sleep for a week after this. I’m surprised I haven't gotten a call from my boss yet saying I’m fired for being gone for so long. I swear I didn’t have this many vacation days.”

Derek moves to stand in front of Y/N to meet her eyes, “I’m sure they’ve seen the news and will understand why you haven’t been in for a while. Scott said Melissa was covering for you so I’m sure it’s fine.”

“I’ll have to get her something nice for covering for me this long.”

“And she’ll tell you that you don’t owe her anything.” Derek pulls Y/N close and presses a kiss against her forehead. He knows how stressed she is about everything because he’s also stressed about everything.

“We’re in place.” Bucky’s voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.

“How do you want us to get into the house?” Y/N turns to Tony at his question. She almost forgot the others were there with her and Derek.

“We need to wait until everyone has lured out as many hunters as possible then we fly in,” Y/N says.

“You can fly as well?” Tony’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. Did he miss something in the files Hydra made about her? Can werewolves fly?

“No, you’ll have to either carry me or I can get on your back.”

Tony goes to respond but Kira’s voice cuts him off as it rings out through the walkie-talkies, “We’re in place.”

“Okay,” Y/N looks around at Chris, Derek, Peter, and Tony, “you ready?”

Chris tightens the knife holders on his thighs and double-checks the gun in his hand, “Ready.”

“Ready,” Tony says as his suit builds around him.

“Can we finally get this over with?” Peter asks, inspecting his claws.

“I’m going to climb up into a tree until I think it’s time for us to hit the house. You should do the same.” Y/N says, looking at Tony. “I’m their biggest target and if they know where I am then they’ll forget about the others. We’ve got to hide a bit first.”

“I’ll follow you,” Tony replies.

Y/N looks back at Derek, “Be safe and kick some hunter ass. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Derek says before pressing a hard kiss on her lips, as if he’s scared he won’t see her again.

Y/N pulls away and walks over to the nearest tree, “You know what to do babe!”

Derek, Chris, and Peter watch as Y/N starts to climb up the tree and Tony flies up into the one next to her. Derek waits until he can no longer see her figure before transforming into his beta form.

“Now we can get this over with,” Derek says, letting out a loud roar to let everyone know it’s time to go and to let the hunters know they’re here.

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Steve tightens the shield around his arm before looking up at the sound of a roar.

“What was that?” Peter asks, looking around making sure nothing is coming at them. He’s dealt with a lot of weird things being in the Avengers but he’s never heard something like that before.

“That was Derek,” Stiles states.

“You stay here and wait for someone to radio you,” Scott tells Stiles, Liam, and Peter.

“Where are you going?” Liam asks.

“We’re going straight towards them. Let’s go.” Scott nods at Steve to follow him.

Steve huffs a bit in frustration as he follows Scott. He doesn’t enjoy being told what to do from a teenager. If it was Y/N here, he would follow without question. She might have been for 15 years but he’d still trust her with his life.

Scott slows as he gets closer to the safe house. He can already hear a few hunters loading their guns and sharpening their knives. He listens to their panicked voices as they talk about the roar they heard and how they know they’re being attacked. If he focuses hard enough he can also hear Stiles, Liam, and Peter bickering behind them.

“Let’s stop here. We don’t want to get too close.” Scott says. “We need to lure them out here.” Scott tries to count the number of hunters standing outside of the house in front of them.

“I got it,” Steve states, throwing his shield out toward the hunters. The shield hits three hunters, knocking them to the ground, before coming back to Steve.

“That’s one way to do it,” Scott mumbles, watching as the hunters look their way. He quickly ducts behind a tree as the hunters slowly make their way towards them.

Steve ducts behind another tree as they wait for the hunters to come closer. He can hear the ground crunch behind him letting him know where they are. He waits until he can see the end of a gun before jumping out and knocking the hunter back into two others.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

Scott jumps out from where he’s hiding as all eyes are on Steve, throwing the hunter closest to him into a tree—knocking him out. Bullets start to fly as Steve and Scott attack. Scott’s surprised he hasn’t been hit by any bullets yet as knocks out another hunter.

Steve throws his shield toward the hunter's legs, the vibranium-metal breaking their knees and shins as it hits them. He quickly knocks them out as they hit the ground one by one. It’s not long until they’ve taken out all of the hunters that attacked them.

“Is that it?” Steve asks, knocking out the last hunter.

“I doubt it. The others must have the rest of the hunters distracted or the rest of them haven’t left the safe house.” Scott says, looking around for other hunters.

“We should move in,” Steve says, moving towards the safehouse before Scott sticks out an arm to stop him.

“Not until we’re told too.”

“There’s no one over here. We should move in.”

“Not until Y/N tells us too.”

Steve doesn’t understand why they can’t just move in. They easily took out the hunters. He doesn’t understand why they were acting like they were going to be a challenge. The hunters are down on their side and they have a clear shot toward the safe house.

Scott’s head quickly turns as he starts to smell something in the air, “Do you smell that?”

“What?” Steve doesn’t know what Scott’s talking about.

“It smells like…” Scott’s voice trails off as his eyes widen as he looks behind Steve.

Steve quickly turns around to see four large creatures standing behind him. They look like men wearing bones and an animal skull for a mask. “What am I looking at?”

“Berserkers.”

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Sam and Bucky are standing back-to-back as they fight off the hunters around them while Malia holds off more of them.

“How many of these guys are there?” Sam asks, slamming another hunter onto the ground.

“I don’t know but they’re pissing me off,” Bucky says. His arm comes up to block the bullets being shot at him from a hunter on the ground. He rips the gun out of the hunter’s hand and knocks him out with a quick kick to the face.

Bucky turns to find another hunter to attack to see the hunters fleeing from them.

“Why are they running?” Sam asks.

“Something’s coming,” Malia states, her eyes closed while trying to listen to her surroundings.

Bucky tries to listen and see if he can hear what she hears. He closes his eyes for a second. It sounds like something is running toward them. He opens his eyes and looks into the woods in front of him. Something is charging at them.

“Get down!” Bucky tackles Sam to the ground as a deer jumps out from the trees and almost tramples over them. It runs past them almost as quickly as it appeared. It looked rabid.

“What the hell?” Sam mutters, staring at where the deer ran off.

Bucky looks down to where Sam is in his arms from when he tackled him. Disgusted, he scrambles up off the ground and away from Sam.

“Did you smell that?” Malia asks.

“Robo boy’s cheap cologne? Yeah, I smelled it.” Sam says, wiping the dirt off his suit as he stands up from the ground.

“No, the deer. It smelled like fear.”

“Fear?” Bucky asks. He thought that something was running at them but what if it was actually running away from something? He slowly pulls out his walkie-talkie while his eyes dart around. “We found the Anuk-Ite.”

“On our way,” Stiles’ voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.

“Are you sure?” Sam questions Bucky.

“Yeah, I’m su–” a pained scream from the woods cuts him off. He pauses, his head whipping toward the sound.

“Bucky! Buck!” someone is screaming out for him. He moves to run into the woods but Malia moves in front of him to stop him.

“What are you doing?” Malia asks.

“Do you not hear someone screaming?!” Bucky yells, angry that she’s preventing him from finding whoever’s yelling for him. He swears it almost sounded like Steve.

“The only person screaming right now is you,” Sam says.

“What?” Bucky looks between Sam and Malia. Can they not hear what he’s hearing?

Sam stares at Bucky for a second before realizing what’s happening, “Close your eyes! Close your eyes now!”

“Why am I closing my eyes?!” Malia yells, her eyes now shut tight.

“It’s the Anuk-Ite. Whatever happens, don’t open your eyes.”

Sam, Bucky, and Malia stand still as they wait for something to happen. They’re hoping Stiles gets here soon to kill the thing.

“How could you?” Bucky quickly whips his head around, his eyes still shut tight, as Steve’s voice whispers in his ear. “Why?”

“I don’t understand…” Bucky whispers, confused about what's happening.

“I told you to finish him.” Bucky’s head whips around again. He knows that voice. It belongs to the man responsible for turning him into the Winter Soldier, Arnim Zola.

“Buck…no,” Steve’s voice whimpers. “This isn’t you.”

“You have your orders, soldier! Kill him!”

“No!”

“You can’t stop him, Steve. He’s no longer the boy you used to know. He never will be. He has always been the Winter Soldier, and he always will be.”

Bucky’s closed eyes tighten as he repeatedly mutters to himself, “This isn’t real. It’s not real.”

“Buck…” Steve’s voice is quiet. Bucky can feel a soft hand caress his cheek. It feels like Steve.

“I’ll do it.” That sounds like Y/N’s voice but harsher. It sounds like when she was pretending to be under the hunter’s and Hydra’s control.

“Ah, my perfect soldier. Always ready to do what you’re told.” Zola’s voice sounds closer than it was before.

“She’s not your soldier,” Bucky growls. Y/N will never be Hydra’s soldier.

“I think you’re forgetting who you are. Let me remind you. Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybrea–”

“Shut up!”

“It’s who you are! Now, finish your mission!”

“No!” Bucky is trying to remind himself that this isn’t real but it’s getting harder too.

“Let me.” Y/N’s voice is now coming from in front of him. “Just admit it. You couldn’t save yourself, you couldn’t save me, and you couldn’t save Steve.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

It goes quiet. Maybe it’s over?

As Bucky brings a hand up to his face to wipe away the overwhelmed tears that were slowly falling from his eyes, he hears the sound of someone being stabbed in front of him. His body goes rigid as he hears someone start to choke—possibly on their own blood.

“Hail Hydra,” Y/N’s voice whispers in his ear.

Bucky quickly opens his eyes toward the ground in shock and confusion. His eyes move slightly in front of him to a knife sticking out of someone. Not just someone. He’d recognize that uniform anywhere. Steve.

Bucky’s eyes shoot up to Steve’s face only to be met with the glowing purple eyes of the Anuk-ite. His body immediately turned to stone.

“Buck, you still good?!” Sam calls out, unaware of what just happened. He can’t hear Bucky but he can hear Malia. She sounds like she’s apologizing to someone until she goes quiet. “Malia?”

“Malia?!” Sam can hear someone yelling for her.

“Uncle Sam?! Uncle B?!” Peter rushes into the area where Sam, Bucky, and Malia are. Liam and Stiles run in behind him.

“Oh my god…” Stiles stares at Malia’s frozen figure. She looks like a statue from Medusa’s lair in the Percy Jackson movie.

“Please tell me you’re real?” Sam asks.

“The Anuk-Ite’s gone,” Liam says.

Sam opens his eyes to see Peter staring at a Bucky statue. Stiles and Liam are also crouched down next to a Malia statue.

“What happened?” Peter turns to look at Sam.

“I-I don’t know. One second it was here and now it’s not. I’m not even sure when this happened.” Sam gestures to Bucky. Why didn’t the Anuk-Ite go for him? He could hear Bucky talking to someone—most likely whoever the Anuk-Ite wanted him to talk to—and he could hear Malia, but nothing ever happened to him.

“Now what?” Liam asks.

“They still need people attacking on this side,” Stiles says. They need people to weaken the hunters from every side.

“I can still do it but I don’t know if I can do it alone,” Sam states.

“I’ll stay,” Liam volunteers. “I can help on this side while you two get the Anuk-Ite.”

Stiles looks hesitant but agrees, “Make sure nothing happens to them.” Stiles looks between Malia and Bucky and wonders how much longer he has before their current state is permanent.

“Where do you think it went?” Peter asks.

“I don’t know.”

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“What the hell are these people?!” Nat yells out, barely missing the edge of the blade that swipes at her.

“They’re Oni!” Kira yells back. She’s trying to hold off four Oni while Natasha and Wanda fight the other three.

“I thought we’re supposed to be fighting hunters?!”

“I thought the same thing!” Wanda yells.

Natasha ducks as one of the Oni swings their sword at her. She’s able to remove the sword from the Oni’s hand as the sword lodges itself in the tree next to her. Nat quickly pulls the sword away from the tree and watches as the Oni pulls another sword out of nowhere.

“We’re going to die here.” Nat mumbles, readying herself to continue fighting.

As Kira blocks the Oni’s swings, she can see the glint of a weapon coming from within the trees behind them. “I think the hunters have finally decided to join them!” She hears the sound of something firing.

Wanda and Natasha turn to see several hunters running toward them. Most of them seem to be carrying guns while the others seem to be holding knives. Nat can count about thirty hunters.

“You guys take the hunters! I’ve got these guys!” Kira yells at them, her eyes starting to glow.

“You sure?!” Nat asks.

“Go!”

Wanda and Natasha break away from the Oni and charge toward the hunters. Nat throws the sword in her hand on the ground and pulls out her Glock 26s. As the hunters start to shoot at them, Wanda uses her powers to rip a tree out of the ground and throw it through the group of hunters—knocking several to the ground.

Nat ducks behind a tree as bullets fly past her. The bullets slowly come to halt as she reloads her guns. She can hear footsteps getting closer to her. It sounds like five different people are coming toward her. Nat puts one of her guns back in its holster as she takes a deep breath.

As the tip of a hunter’s gun comes into view, she grabs the front of the assault rifle while throwing her elbow into the hunter’s face. He lets go of the gun as she knocks him out with the butt of her Glock. Adjusting the assault rifle in her grip, she turns and shoots down the other four hunters.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to kill any of them?!” Wanda yells out to Nat.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that!” Natasha yells back.

Wanda throws another hunter back as she watches Nat take down more as well. Looking back at Kira, she notices a glowing figure around the young girl as she fights off the Oni.

Kira can feel her anger and frustration growing as she continues to fight. She can also feel her control starting to slip. The fox spirit around grows bigger and bigger the longer she fights.

As she feels a blade cut through her right thigh, her fox quickly grows before launching itself at the seven Oni. A blinding light shoots out as the Oni are killed, hindering the hunters. Kira can feel her fox getting more powerful with each Oni it takes out.

With her back facing the light, Natasha uses the distraction to shoot down the rest of the hunters. Looking over at Wanda, she can see her crouched behind a tree blocking the light with her hands. As the light disappears, she turns around to find Kira kneeling on the ground and no Oni around her.

“What happened?!” Nat yelled toward Kira.

“I killed them!” Kira yells back, pressing down on the wound on her leg as it starts to slowly heal.

“Why didn’t you do that earlier?!”

“I don’t really have control of it!”

“Did you have to kill all of them?” Wanda asks Natasha, looking at all of the dead hunters behind them.

“Did you want me to wait until they killed one of us?”

Wanda rolls her eyes at Nat’s response. She could’ve put them all to sleep but it’s too late for that now. She walks over to where Kira is now sitting on the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My leg should be good in just a minute.” Kira replies.

“I wonder if everybody else also has to deal with more than just hunters?” Nat mumbles, sitting down next to Kira.

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Sitting up high in a tree, Y/N watches as Derek, Peter, and Chris battle the hunters down below. She can hear her radio go off and Scott’s voice asking for help. It takes everything in her to not jump down and help after one hunter’s knife gets a little too close to Derek’s throat.

“Is this what you deal with here in Beacon Hills?” Tony questions, watching as more hunters seem to come out of nowhere.

“Yeah, but hunters have always been the least of our worries,” Y/N replies, her grip tightening on the tree in anger as more hunters appear. She could easily use her powers from here and take them out but then Kate would know where she is.

Tony feels at a loss for words. Watching the hunters down below, he can’t believe this is what his daughter has been with. He doesn’t know why this didn’t hit him before. He was so caught up in everything else, he hasn’t taken a step back to notice how calm she and her friends seem to be about everything.

Since the Avengers have been in Beacon Hills, they’ve dealt with hunters, Hydra, and more. He knows to an extent what Y/N dealt with when she was with Hydra, but what else has she dealt with?

Friends of hers have apparently died and he has no idea why. Was it because of hunters? Was it because of something else they’ve faced? Or was it something that has nothing to do with this little world she lives in?

Tony stares at Y/N as he thinks of something to say. He has so many things that he wants to say and so many questions he wants to ask but now is not the time.

“I can practically hear you thinking from here,” Y/N looks up and locks eyes with Tony. “I know you have a lot of questions and so do I. I don’t really know how long you’re going to be here in Beacon Hills but I’d like to start over after all of this is done.”

“We can stay as long as you want. You can come back with us too…i-if you want. I-I mean I know you’re a lot older now but we kept your rooms the same as you left them. Well, we have a cleaner that cleans them once every two weeks.”

“Rooms?”

“Yeah, one at the compound and one in our old home. We haven’t lived there since you…disappeared. I still kept it though just in case.”

“Even after you thought I was dead?”

“You’re not the only person we’ve known to be presumed dead to still very much be alive. I didn’t want to give up hope. No matter how little it became.”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say to that. She looks back down to watch the others fight off the hunters. Most of the hunters are down so now is a good time to get to Kate.

“We should go now,” Y/N looks back at Tony.

“How are we doing this?” Tony asks, not sure how to carry Y/N.

“Can I just get on your back?”

Tony flies off the tree and hovers in front of Y/N with his back turned toward her, “Let’s go.”

Y/N pulls herself away from the tree and climbs onto Tony’s back. A small smile appears on her face as it reminds her of the piggyback rides her dad, the sheriff, used to give her all the time as a kid before they lost her mom. As Tony takes off toward the safe house, she wonders if Tony or the others ever used to carry her like this when she was younger.

Y/N holds on tighter to Tony as he crashes into the middle of the house. Once Tony has landed on the ground, she hops off his back and surveys her surroundings. They landed in what appeared to be the living room but there was no one around. There’s no one shooting at them, charging at them, or even watching them. They are completely alone.

“Why is no one here?” Tony asks, his blasters ready just in case.

“I don’t know…” Looking around Y/N can see weapons and ammo everywhere. On the wall, she can see pictures of herself and all her friends. There’s even some of the Avengers. There’s a large blood stain on the floor but there is nobody. Whose blood is it?

It’s also quiet. Too quiet. If she listens in she can hear the others fighting, but it’s quiet in the house. Kate must be hiding somewhere. If there’s one thing Y/N knows about the Argents, it’s that they love a good basement moment. That’s probably where Kate is hiding out. And if she’s hiding then she knows she’s outmatched. She knows they’re losing.

As she turns to look at Tony, a body flies through the living room window. Y/N jumps back and is ready to attack until she notices who it is.

“Isaac?”

Isaac groans in pain but makes no move to get up off the floor, “Hey Y/N.”

“H-how? What?”

“Scott told me everything so we came to help.”

“We?”

As Isaac goes to answer, a girl with a crossbow steps through the broken window, “Isaac?!” She starts shooting toward something Y/N can’t see.

“Braeden?”

“Who are these people?” Tony asks Y/N.

“He’s a friend and she’s…” Y/N pauses as she thinks of a way to describe who Braeden is, “she’s a friend of Derek.”

Isaac snorts, “Yeah, a friend.”

Y/N kicks Isaac’s arm at his comment, “What’s happening out there? How’d you go through the window? Why haven’t you got up?”

“I can’t really move.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N crouches down next to Isaac in concern.

“We aren’t the only ones who know a kanima apparently.”

Y/N rolls Isaac onto his side and looks at the scratch on his neck. She can see some of the venom still dripping from the wound.

“Who else has been affected by it?” Y/N asks, laying Isaac back down on his back.

“Scott was protecting a guy on the ground with a shield when I found them,” Braeden replies, walking over to them.

Tony curses under his breath, “Should we help them?”

“Kira and two other girls are currently helping Scott.”

Y/N turns her head to the broken window as she hears a loud roar. It sounded like Scott but she’s not sure.

“Is it just the kanima they’re fighting?” Y/N asks.

“No, there’s Berserkers as well. Four of them.”

Y/N stands up and looks at Tony, “Stay here and help them. I’ve got Kate.”

“You’re not going alone,” Tony states. He’s not going to abandon his daughter. He’s here to protect her.

“They need your help more than I do. If the Kanima takes more of them down, they will all be dead. Help them.”

Tony hesitates for a moment before agreeing, “Fine, but then I’m coming back to help you.”

“Fine. I’ll probably be in the basement. At least that’s where I'm assuming she is.”

Tony looks like he’s going to hug her for a moment before flying out through the broken window. Y/N can hear when he finds the others.

“So that’s your dad huh?” Isaac says with a small smirk on his face.

Y/N rolls her eyes and huffs, “Shut up.” Her radio sparks to life and she can hear Chris Argent calling for Stiles. The Anuk-Ite must be near them. Y/N turns to Braeden, “I’ve got Kate. Make sure he stays alive.”

Y/N flicks her claws out as she checks all of the doors to see if any lead into the basement. When she opens the fourth door, she sees stairs leading down into another room. She walks down slowly until she reaches the bottom.

Looking around, the stairs seemed to have led her to a hallway instead of a room. There are four different doors and she doesn’t know what’s behind any of them. There’s a long ugly rug that runs throughout the middle of the hallway. It looks out of place in the modern-looking hallway.

She’s about to open the first door when she notices the end of the rug is flipped up as if someone tripped over it. That’s when she notices something behind it. Moving the rug with her foot, she finds an escape hatch.

Y/N bends down and opens the hatch. Not seeing anything dangerous, she jumps down into what seems to be a tunnel. Looking down at the ground, she can see a single set of footprints leading away from her.

She follows the footsteps until she gets to the end of the tunnel. She notices a small ladder leading up to another hatch. Y/N climbs up the ladder and slowly opens the hatch. It takes her a second to realize where she is. She’s next to an old lake her mom used to take her and Stiles to during the summer.

Climbing out of the tunnel, she looks around for Kate. She knows she’s here but she can’t seem to see her.

“Kate! I know you’re here!” Y/N yells out.

As she moves to look around, a bear trap snaps around her right ankle. Screaming out in pain, Y/N falls to the ground.

“I was wondering when you would show up, but I’m surprised you showed up alone.” Y/N whips her head around to see Kate slowly walking up to her with twenty other hunters and two Berserkers behind her.

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List of “pov: you were ghosted” prompts

“I don’t go on the social media platforms you frequent anymore, because I don’t want to be reminded of how you went completely silent on me, but I also don’t want to block you for reasons still unknown to me. Maybe a small part of me hopes you’ll talk to me again, because there’s no way in hell I’m reaching out and embarrassing myself like that.” 

“I don’t want to block you, simply because I don’t want you thinking I care enough about you to desperately seek out a way to not be reminded that you’re still somehow in my life. But I care. I care a fucktonne more than I want to. And I’m sorry to myself for caring more than I’d ever admit to any living person out there.” 

“Let me remind you of this, in case you’ve forgotten: You ghosted me. So no, I’m not going to entertain you… At least that’s what I tell myself, because we both know I’m going to end up caving anyway. So, how have you been?”

“Lesson learned: someone who keeps telling you they won’t ghost you will probably eventually ghost you.” 

“You ghost me once, shame on you. Ghost me twice, shame on me. Wish I wasn’t in the latter category.”

“You could have fucking told me, plain and simple, that you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore! At least that would be better than you ghosting me like a fucking coward. You didn’t even give me the closure I deserve, so what makes you think I’d want to talk to you again?”

“You ghosted me because you caught feelings for me, instead of telling me you caught feelings so we can work this shit out together? Fuck off and fuck you.” 

“Instead of rejecting me, you ghosted me. That tells me more about you as a person than it does about myself, and I’m very glad you showed yourself out of my life, even if it’s in the worst way possible; even though it has caused me some sort of emotional fucking damage throughout it all.”

“I think I’m happier without you, so thanks for leaving me alone, even if it did sting at the beginning. I thought something was wrong with me, but I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” 

“Why don’t I trust you anymore? The fact that you have the gall to ask that says a lot about you, you piece of cowardly shit.” 

“But of course, me giving you a piece of myself only to be met with permanent silence doesn’t hurt. At all. I’m fine. No, seriously, I’m… Fine.” 

“I think it’s pretty pathetic to realise that I’d take you back if you text me again, out of no where, with just a simple hello.” 

“So you decide to message me again after you hit me with the long-term radio silence? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I reserve the rights to not forgive you after you decide to cut me out of your life without saying anything.” 

“You chose to leave me without an explanation, so I’m choosing not to take you back.” 

“You matter to me—” “I mattered to you, up to the moment you decided I had no use to you and discarded me like trash… By acting like I never existed.” 

“I spent all of this time thinking I did something wrong, but it turns out it was a you problem.”

“You pulled away because you thought I was going to do the same, instead of, you know, communicating that with me so we could work through your worries together?”

“You feel guilty? Well, I hope you carry that guilt with you for a very long time. Don’t do this to anyone else.” 

“You erased yourself from my life, so why do you think I’d let you draw yourself back in?”

[captain-mj]

I know I already sent a Körangi ask, but the selkie!Soap and changeling!Ghost au won’t leave my brain.

The amount of angst possible for these two in it is just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah u feel me? Like for example, imagine on a mission Soap has been talking non-stop, flirting making jokes and Ghost tells him to shut up. HE WOULD HAVE TO SHUT UP!! Ghost would probably think Soap‘s being petty until he asks for a sitrep or something and Soap has to stay silent. Ghost grows more and more panicked until he says something like "goddamn it, talk to me, Johnny!" (if it’s the good ending yknow) and Soap can finally talk again.

The bad ending would obviously be Soap getting into trouble and being unable to ask for help :)

Genius take, hell yeah (this takes place at some random part in the timeline lol)

Soap had been... particularly good at taking orders lately. Ghost had picked up on it and he thought it was pretty odd, but nothing he was really worried about it. It made missions easier, knowing Johnny would actually follow his orders for once.

This mission required Ghost to be focused and that was becoming increasingly hard.

"I'm just asking if your career ever comes up."

"You asked if it comes up in the bedroom. Bit different of an ask."

"Yeah. I mean with the mask and the knives and the ability to tie someone up and..."

"Soap, stop talking." Ghost growled, pleasantly surprised when Soap did in fact stop talking. Complete silence flooded the coms and that meant Ghost could focus on aiming.

He heard gunshots. Dozens of them. He waited for it to die down to ask. "Soap, sitrep?"

More silence.

"Soap, sitrep?" Ghost sighed. He swore if he was being an ass over him telling him to shut up. "Johnny. Sitrep. Are you solid?"

There was still nothing.

Ghost started to sweep the area with his scope, trying to find him. He ignored the growing anxiety that something was very wrong. There was an odd sensation across his own mouth, like someone was holding their hand over it.

"Johnny, what's going on? Are you compromised?"

Soap's heavy breathing came over the coms but he still wasn't speaking. Why wasn't he speaking? Ghost looked around more.

"I'll cover you. I just need to know where you are." Ghost could hear the distress in his own voice. "Soa-"

A gunshot shattered the air. It came through the comms this time. Ghost suddenly felt very sick.

"Johnny? Please, sitrep." He heard it. The panic in his voice. If this was anyone else, he'd like to think he could keep it under control, but this was Soap.

No response.

"I'm going to kick your ass when you get up here. You better fucking get up here." Ghost spotted him. He was holding his side, blood dripping. Maybe his radio was damaged.

One of the men started to round the corner, gun moving up. Ghost put a bullet through their brain before they got the chance.

He went under the assumption the radio was broken, not bothering to speak. From his position, he cleared a fucking trial. Soap was smart enough to follow.

MacTavish crawled his way through everyone and ended up right at Ghost's side again.

Ghost resisted the urge to throttle the man or hug him since they were still in an active battle situation.

"Radio busted?" It didn't look broken, but it wasn't always obvious.

Soap stared at him, mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Johnny?"

Soap had his hand over his wound and just stared.

Ghost moved closer and lifted his shirt to look at the wound. He put his hand on his other side and looked at him closely. The wound looked bad, but maybe that was why he was being quiet.

"Are you okay? Nod for me if you're okay."

Soap nodded slowly. He stared at Ghost.

"Johnny, please talk to me."

Soap let out a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, sir."

Ghost hit his shoulder hard. "Save it. Let's get out of here."

"Si..." Soap went to explain.

"Shut up and get to evac."

"...yes, sir."

[icee133]

This is part 4 of my ongoing Marionette series. I figured I'd answer this here as someone asked about it. I called her "Nette" as a shortened version of Marionette. Kinda like 'the radio demon' it's just her title. Hope you guys enjoy this part. Sorry for any writing errors 🤍

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The Marionette

Part One, Part Two, Part 3, Part 4 🤍

Word count for this part: 1838. Enjoy! 👻👻

Synapsis:

A new overlord has manifested in hell seemingly overnight. One that overpowered many if not all of the current overlords in all the right ways. Will this overlord use her powers for good to help the members of the hotel? Will she fall in love with a man and end up in a loving gentle relationship? Or will she get her heart broken and turn against them all, burning each bridge she meticulously made. 

The Marionette is a heart wrenching fic with many turns you won't see coming. Stay tuned for each of the episodes as they are released.

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The marionette turned swiftly, taking a few steps forwards then turned to face the 3 boys kneeling on the ground. She squatted down to eye level with them before pulling on each of their chains towards her. “I told you all to behave on the trip over here. I suggest we quickly remember exactly what that means. Now sit on the couch and wait until you’re told to do otherwise. Understand?” She growled out at them. Releasing them they all stood moving towards the couch where they sat down quickly so as to not anger their mama further. Nette turned towards the gentlemen and princess before saying “I will fix the damage done to the building, Charlie if you could lead me there that would be great.” “Of course” Charlie said, walking towards the hallway with Nette following behind her. The men in the main area followed the 2 women with their eyes. Confusion setting in as the overlord didn’t allow another second for argument about the task. Just simply stated she was going to do it and walked away. ‘That woman has balls’ Lucifer found himself thinking. 

Down the hallway the 2 females walked in silence. Charlie not wanting to upset the overlord anymore than she obviously already was, but also worried she might not want to hear about the hotel anymore. “Apologies for my suddenness back there, I try not to raise my voice because I don’t like violence. But my boys tend to think themselves unstoppable and like to pick fights with anyone if it means they can prove their strength. Sometimes I have to remind them that just because they’re down here does not mean they can’t die again.” Charlie opened the door to a room before walking in. Nette following closely behind her. Upon entering Nette realized this must be the room that took the most damage. “It’s okay, I understand you’re worried about your children, as most parents are” she said to the overlord walking to switch on the lights. Nette quickly set her cane down, and walked towards the blown out section of the wall before untying a cobalt blue string from her wrist. She began using it to essentially ‘stitch’ the wall back into place. Pulling each piece up and putting the wall together like a puzzle. Every piece had a place and Each piece in its place. The strings were light with their movement easily lifting even the largest of pieces of the wall and dusting the smaller pieces back together. Charlie watched in awe as she hadn’t seen anything like this before. The strings were almost lucid. Like they had minds of their own, floating around moving with an almost musical approach. She thought it was beautiful.

Nette snapped her out of her trance when she began talking “ yes I protect them, but I’m worried they will get themselves into trouble in which I won’t be able to. And attempting to fight the king of hell isn’t something I ever want them trying to do. No matter how bad things get, or how things turn out I don’t want to see them walk that path.” Nette said with a strained face. Charlie could tell this overlord cared truly and deeply for the boys she called her own. She protected them with every fiber of her being and would do so no matter the cost. “You truly care for them” “with every fiber of my being” Nette said carefully. “Well enough of that, why don’t you tell me about this ‘hotel’ you guys are running here?” Nette said as her strings were putting together the small last part of the wall. “Of course! So the hotel is called the Hazbin Hotel. We are working towards redeeming sinners so they can get into heaven. So far we have been working on trust, and love, as well as caring for other people. We have made a lot of progress in terms of the sinners that are staying here.” Charlie said proudly, smiling the whole time. Nette could immediately tell she was very passionate about this project and about helping sinners. “Have you managed to get anyone into heaven?” Nette asked curiously. “Well no but we have managed to find out a little more about what gets a person into heaven so we are working on that for now.” “If you are trying to help sinners get into heaven why not ask the angels for help?” The question made Charlie’s skin crawl a bit. “Heaven is not as easy as you may think. We went there and spoke to a seraphim in front of a court to plead our case and it did not turn out well. It caused for the next extermination that took place to be targeting our hotel specifically. Which led to us losing a member of our family here at the hotel. He gave his life trying to protect us, and we are forever grateful for him.” 

“Hmm well can I give my opinion on the matter?” Nette carefully said. “Of course” Charlie looked right at her. “What if you're asking the wrong people for help? Angels such as seraphim are heaven born. They’ve never experienced life on earth. Living through a time where things are hard and you have to do things to survive. They’ve never gone through that. So why would you ask them what gets someone into heaven? It’s like asking a Sin down here what gets someone into hell- Granted that might be an easier question for them to answer- they’d have a hard time telling you because they’ve never lived a life on earth. Shouldn’t you ask the souls who ended up in heaven what happened during their lives that made them get into heaven?” Charlie looked at her for a second before standing abruptly. “Why didn’t I ever think of that! Of course, angels born in heaven wouldn’t know what gets someone into heaven. All they’ve ever known is what has been told and taught to them there.” She began walking out the room quickly before coming back in and gesturing for Nette to follow her.

Nette stood and walked behind her back to the living area. Quickly glancing back at the wall to ensure it was fixed completely. Upon looking at it she couldn’t tell the wall was ever damaged to begin with. Walking back into the living room, Nette saw that the boys were still seated on the couch but seemed to be glaring at both the king of hell and the radio demon just the same. Charlie then quickly announced “hey guys come here for a sec” Each member of the hotel walked back into the main area and took a seat waiting to hear what Charlie was so excited about. “We were talking in the other room and -sorry what do we call you?” “Nette is fine” “okay well Nette had a very good idea about the hotel. In terms of figuring out what causes a person to get into heaven. Why not ask the people who made it into heaven what their life was like so comparisons can be made and we can see what each of you has to do in order to get there.” “That actually makes a lot of sense babe, but how exactly are we gonna talk to someone who made it to heaven. We all know how our visit to heaven went last time” Vaggie said. “Yes, that's the one part we have to work out is how exactly we are going to talk to one of the souls.” Charlie said then sat down and began thinking. “In the meantime Nette would you want to stay at the hotel with us? We could really use your help if you are willing to” Charlie said to the blue-hued overlord who was standing behind her sons.

Nette turned to her sons, thinking quietly to herself. Would this really help? What could she even help with at the hotel? Of course she had to go off and open her stupid mouth about something and end up in this weird situation. Living alongside not only the radio demon, but both the princess and king of hell as well. But then again they wouldn’t have to pay such expensive rent, and each of the boys would get their own rooms. Which means no more fighting about who gets to use the shower first. The issue might lie in the fact the boys play games so often and bringing a newer model TV might be out of the question considering the asshole of a tv overlord. But in the end Wouldn’t this just be the best option for them? It provides security as well as safety knowing so many powerful people live under the same roof. Nette sat pondering over the options of the hotel comparing their current life to the one they would possibly have at the hotel. Quietly Charlie hoped they would say yes. Not only are her strings powerful but it was obvious her contracts were as well. This overlord was one that might be able to help against the Vees should that time ever come. “I don’t know…” Nette looked at each of her sons seemingly asking their opinion on the matter. The others couldn’t tell but each of the boys could talk to their mama through the string connected to their wrists. So they all had their hands on the string discussing the pros and cons about moving. Kai then said out loud “I wouldn’t mind it, doesn’t seem too bad of an option” followed by Alex smacking him and saying “well it’s not your decision” Nette turned to face Charlie directly and said “I think we might just take you up on your offer, but I’m sure the boys have many questions about what they are and are not allowed to bring with them.” Charlie smiled warmly and nodded quickly signaling she didn’t mind discussing rules and the like of the hotel. The group began discussing what things the boys have, and cracking jokes about the stupid things they would bring with them.

Nette found herself smiling as her boys seemed to get along rather well with Nifty and Angel. Hopefully things go well from now on and they can learn to get along with both the red-haired overlord and prideful king. For now anyway they would have to figure out a way to get things moved into the hotel. But Nette figured that conversation could wait till a bit later as she couldn’t bring herself to tear her boys away from the group who were laughing and talking about random things. Nette turned and saw Alastor standing just past the doorway into the kitchen. Slowly he made eye contact with her, giving her a look and then walking into the kitchen. Nette knew what that  meant. He wanted to talk to her alone, but what could he possibly want with her? She’d have to go into the kitchen to find out. 

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[th3-unseen-backup]

02/26/2015 21:05:23 PST

>SEEK: Search “Deacon Keller”.

>Searching...

>Unable to locate individual(s).

>Reconnecting with “Deacrophone”, please stand by…

>Connected.

>Automatic transcription protocol initiating, please stand by…

>Start.

[Rumbling of tires against asphalt and of wind against carrosserie. Occasional clicking of a turn signal, gentle murmur of a radio put way down low – 102.7 KISS FM maybe? Otherwise silence goes on for 11 minutes, 2 seconds.] 

UNKNOWN: Don’t worry, I’m not taking you anywhere to kill you. 

[Finally, tires screech against asphalt. Engine ceases with a click, followed by the sound of a seatbelt undone, driver seat belt missing alarm chirps on for a bit until door opens, closes. Then, closer now, another door opens.]

UNKNOWN: Come on, Keller. 

[Ruffling, a seatbelt clicking open, and a final slam of a door followed by two sets of footsteps, one steady, the other irregular. A light push, and a grunt.]

UNKNOWN: Delivery, one sheriff.

Bennett, A. : (Dryly) Thank you, Jerome. And again, I am sorry for the inconvenience.

Jerome Smith !!! : [A sigh.] It's fine. Magnus is alright, a bit injured, but alright. I'm fine, physically. Keller's got some powerful disciplines that's for sure. [A pause.] How was London?

Bennett, A. : It was exhausting, and honestly humiliating at times, but I got what I needed.

Smith, J. : Yeah. You can tell me more about it if you want, when there aren't ears listening. 

[A pause. they know :> but also they know ? :| ]

Smith, J. : I have a question. Are you aware of how he found our address?

Bennett, A. : I assumed he got it in the police database, but I could be wrong. I'm actually not aware of how much information on civilians cops usually have access to, but knowing the government overreaches I've seen in my lifetime in this country, I wouldn't be surprised. [Pause.] And for what I've found back home, for now, I'd rather keep my cards close to my chest, and out of Grimslayer sights. I'm sure you understand.

Smith, J. : Yeah, I get that. [Throat clears.] Welp, thanks for taking him. I didn't want to just leave him tied up on the streets in case another hunter saw him and took the chance. I'm going to be vampire-proofing the house a lot more to prevent things like this from happening again. He was able to take a bite of Magnus, but luckily didn't turn him or anything. Probably just took some blood. [A pause.] Whatever you two have going on, you better figure it out soon. I have a sneaking suspicion that is what influenced this fight, and I would prefer not to deal with another one. I'll try to keep Magnus away from Keller in the meantime.

Bennett, A. : [Sigh.] I'm going to be honest, Jerome, regardless of his... issues with me, he is responsible for his actions. I tried to explain everything to him, but you know how I am... I've never been the best with words. 

Smith, J. : [He snorts.] You could say that again. Yeah, I get it. But I'm gonna make sure that you know Magnus is the same way. He's his own person, and you know how he gets when he gets determined to do something. We all have our own reasons for doing what we do. [Another sigh.] I apologize for being a bit blunt. I didn't sleep last night and only took a two hour nap earlier, which didn't help much.

Bennett, A. : [A sharp exhale, vaguely resembling a laugh.] I'd be a hypocrite if I couldn't handle bluntness. Regardless, I am painfully aware of Magnus's autonomy. But you've got a better handle on him than I do on Deacon. I barely know him.

Smith, J. : [A sigh.] Yeah, I know. But I don't have anyone else to turn to when it comes to Keller. [A pause.] Welp, I guess I'll be heading out. [Closer to the microphone.] Keller, I fully expect you to pay for the damages that you have done to our front door when you broke it down. If not, I will sue you for breaking and entering without a warrant.

Keller, D. : [Huff.] Sure.

Smith, J. :  Good night, gentlemen. [Footsteps in dried grass.] 

Keller, D. : [Silence.] Will you untie me?

Bennett, A. : [A pause.] Yea, yes, of course. Wait a second.  [Shuffling of clothes, subtle click of a pocket knife and the grinding of a blade against rope.] Can you walk?

Keller, D. : Thanks. [Tearing of fabric.] Yes, I can walk. [One step, then a thud.] 

Bennett, A . : No, you cannot. [Rustling of dried grass.] I could carry you, if you'd prefer. (Softly) But I'm guessing your ego couldn't take that, could it? 

Keller, D. : [Silence, interrupted by the shifting of bodies against each other and the rustling of fabric and dried grass.] Let’s go for the police station, I guess. (Coldly) It's the closest place that I have blood stored, besides my apartment, and I'll need to heal before I can walk again.

Bennett, A . : (Tenderly) Alright.

[Footsteps together, obviously at least two but only discernible as one.]

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>Store “deacon arthur blind date.txt” in Folder:”word on the street” under Directory: ME :3

[aquilacalvitium]

Sorry if I worried anyone with my sudden radio silence, but without going into detail here's the general deal

I was so used to existing in the background that the sudden explosion of attention from the self care post was a nasty shock to the system. I had a bit of a breakdown on the evening I made my last post and that continued into the following day, making me feel so bad that I couldn't practise any self care at all. I very rarely get days like that, and I think this is the first time I've been able to identify what caused it.

I'm on my way out of that mess, but the thought of coming back to tumblr to face the hoards of comments scares me. I truly appreciate all the well wishes and the cheering me on, but it's far more than I can handle mentally.

I think I'll take at least one more day of avoiding tumblr before I start browsing and posting again, and when I come back all I ask is that everyone please slow down with the messages.

I know you all mean well and you only want the best for me, but it's just too much for me to handle right now. I will continue to practise self care, but I won't continue to update my post, because doing so adds to the pressure and attention.

Thank you all for your kind words and support, but please no more. I just can't handle it.

If you want to say one more thing on this post - well wishes or good luck or whatever - you're welcome to. But no more after that. Thank you.

[myceliumbean]

Cars 2 Agents AU How did Rod survive II

Featuring: Everyone suffers (but not really)

Summary: the agents were on a mission, and everything went wrong soon after they entered Russian airspace

Again, ' ' means talking through radio/speakers, " " means talking directly

Three hours into Siddeley's emergency landing and Rod Redline was bored.

Holley went straight into her work mode and didn't even complained about his words anymore, while Finn was managing his own thoughts and occupying himself just fine.

Siddeley talked, though, but there's definitely something bothering the Gulfstream V to the point that he wasn't really listening for 80% of the time.

Eventually, Rod couldn't suppress and burst out. "You guys're all acting weirdly. What's the matter?"

Finn was kind of surprised as he joint and finally focusing on the reality. Holley actually yelpped, but quickly gathered herself and gave Rod a look. Siddeley, who seemed to not paying attention, react five seconds later with a sleepy "what?".

'Siddeley?' Finn frowned at that, not liking the combination of "Siddeley feeling sleepy" and "it's bloody cold out there". 'Siddeley, can you hear me?'

'Yes… I supposed that the storm has, well, grown stronger somehow.' And again, Siddeley's sleepy response. 'Did Zil call back or something? It's a bit cold out here.'

'How much fuel is left?'

'About half of a tank.' This time, thankfully, the spy plane sounded more sober. 'I have to say, this isn't really good.'

'Then lower your cabin temperature. We can handle some cold.' Holley shot a worried look toward the speaker.

'No way. It's about minus forty degrees out here, you'll burn out your fuel before I burn out mine even if I only drop the temperature by ten degrees.'

'But you're the only one standing between us and the cold!' Finn glared at the speaker, as if this could make Siddeley feel his worry of losing someone he cared about. 'I-we can't lose you, maybe the storm will weaken and your engine will be back to normal, and we can take off and meet Zil! So save your fuel for later and take care of yourself!"

Holley and Rod held their breath as they watch Finn lost his temper.

Choking silence filled up the entire place, until the speaker cracked to live and Siddeley spoke. 'Finn… alright, I'll do it. Just, tell me if anything goes wrong, deal?'

'…deal.' Finn closed his eyes, took a few deep breath, and opened his eyes again. 'Sorry, Sid, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that.'

'Don't. I know why you're so worry, if anyone has to apologise, that's me.' Siddeley sighed, and fought to stay awake as relief brushed over his frame like a ray of sunshine. 'Well, why don't we start talking and take turns to catch some naps? It will take some times before Zil come and dig us out.'

"How about stories? Say one sentence and pass down to the next person." Holley said with a delight tone.

"Good one. Who wants to go first?" Rod chuckled as Holley swept to her left and made a resounding "ching" when she bumped into Finn on purpose. "Well, I guess it's you, Finn."

"You're always making fun of me, Mr. Redline." The Aston Martin have no choice but to start this chaotic game. "Give me a second… okay, once upon a time, there was this young kid named Sid."

'You're making stories out of US?' Siddeley almost choked himself when he heard his name. 'Use your imagination!'

"No, wait, let's just use the names we all know!" Holley was definitely into the game now. "This will be so interesting, imagine how these people will never know about this and this can be our own joke!"

"Hmm, Holley has a point." A sense of mischief grew as a board grin appeared on Rod's face. "I'll say that Finn is the mysterious old wizard living inside the deep dark forest."

"…excuse me, what?" Finn got caught off guard and could only stared at Rod with his mouth open, trying to say something back but failed completely.

Holley, despite all her admiration and respect toward the Aston Martin, bursted into laughter and knocked him with her front tire. Rod gave in just seconds later and they sat there, losing their calm after all the stress and worry in the past few hours and laughed the hell out of themselves.

Siddeley was giggling, too, and eventually, Finn joined the team and the four of them just laughed and giggled when someone bring up another piece of story with the names of their colleagues, their friends, and even their boss.

*

It went on for another hour, until Finn found himself uncontrollably drifting in and out of counsciousness, while Siddeley had fell into silence a few minutes ago. Holley was on her duty working on the radio, being too concentrated to notice any weirdness.

She didn't know that Rod had passed out even he's pressing hard onto her purple frame.

Finn blinked himself back to conscious, and drove up to carefully tap Holley with his tire. "Hey, you alright?"

"Whoa- Finn? Oh, oh yes, I'm completely fine… but you don't look good. Is the cold starting to creep in?"

"I think Siddeley had lost consciousness a few minutes ago, and Rod had just passed out." Finn shivered when he touched Rod's blue frame, and almost jumped when he accidently bumped into Holley. "Why are you so warm?"

"I got extra tank for flying and extra electricity capacitance cuz I need to strike someone." The purple jaguar shruggled and kept on typing for seconds before she stopped and turn to look at Finn. "You're cold."

"What did you ha-"

Holley just pulled Finn close until they're pressed against each other- just like Rod on the other side. "This should buy us more time. And save me from talking too loud."

Though she sounded pretty reassuring, Finn could feel Holley trembling through his frame.

"Don't worry. We'll make it." He said, with his usual calm voice.

The typing stopped for a mere second. A weak vibration indicating that Holley was smiling made Finn feel better already. "Yeah, we'll definitely be fine."

*

Thirty minutes later, Holley bit back her sobs as she felt the Aston Martin started to lay limp against her.

Come on, she checked the radio again, and prayed desperately, anyone, picked up this distress call!

*

Twenty minutes later, when Holley started to feel sleepy, something hit Siddeley's cabin door. She winced at the loud bang and tried her short range built-in radio. 'Anyone hear me?'

'Oh thank Chrysler there's someone conscious!' Came an overly cheerful voice, and another "bang" on the cabin door. 'We're SOT-76B, a rescue team on duty not far away. I'm Eva, what's your name?'

'Ho-holley, my name's Holley.'

'Good, brave Holley, my dear girl. My teammates are trying to break into your plane friend, can you get any switch to open the door from the inside? We don't want to hurt your friend more.'

'I-i'll try.' Holley looked around in the cabin. Not there, not here… wait, will that work?

Siddeley had told them whay to do when emergency evacuation was needed.

So she drove up to the button and pushed. The door made a cracked sound, and Holley could almost heard a cheer from the outside as someone dug their tines into the ice.

Thirty seconds later, four forklifts finally opened up Siddeley's cabin door and rushed in. One in red paint with yellow stripes gave Holley something hot and tasty while the others checked over her friends.

Holley could sense the tension as the forklift painted in black with white stripes whispered something fast to the one in sky-blue, and they just started typing the moment they found Siddeley's inner panels.

"Don't worry, they knew what they're doing." Said the last forklift, who just finish checking over Rod and gave both him and Finn a shot of something. "I'm Michaele, Black one's Eva, Blue one's Daniil, and this is Alyona."

The forklift in red with yellow stripes waved her tines excitingly.

"Boris is trying to wake your plane friend up." Michaele patted Holley and pointed toward the starboard windows. Holley drove up and found herself looking into maybe the biggest turbines she had ever seen in her life. "This is Boris."

"He's fine." Eva shouted behind the panel. "And the others?"

"Both slowly waking up!" Alyona jumped as Finn led out a groan and Rod blinked weakly. "You made it. Thank Chrysler, if any of you died, Zil will never forgive us."

"…wait." Holley looked at the forklifts in surprise. "You said 'Zil', I thought you're just ordinary rescue team?"

"Forgive me for not introducing ourselves properly." Daniil, with a gentle smile on his face, waved his tine toward his grinning teammates. "SOT-76B, or Special Option Team 76-Boris, at your service."

I think I'm officially into this AU now, writing them making non sense chatter while dying was… quite fun, actually.

@longjiaojiao thanks for the idea of making Finn and Rod friends! Their interaction is definitely chaotic, trying hard to write their personalities as close to the movie as I can

[sonickinhelp]

Happy New Year! Updates and housekeeping

Everyone who is still here, thank you for your support through the radio silence as this blog has been going through all the difficulty we've all come to expect from the 2020s.

I am still the only active mod. I didn't actually realize how long it had been since anyone else posted -- two years now. I have finally lost contact with Mods Silver and Whisper and their system. Don't worry, I know they're okay, and I'm glad they've gotten comfortable living openly and authentically as a system and are doing what makes them happy.

The main blog they used to create this blog has been abandoned for two years, and even back then it was clear that they were abandoning it permanently. So even though their account is still an admin on this blog, they don't actually have access to it anymore. At some point they deleted the discord server. I'm not sure when that was.

Besides them, there are still three other admins on this blog. I'm pretty sure none of them are ever going to post here again.

So, I'm doing something I didn't want to do, because I kept hoping that I wasn't really the last one left here. I'm going to consider myself as the primary owner of this blog from here on out and do a reboot. If former admins (especially Silver) come back and get upset at me for this, I'm truly sorry. I just can't bear to see this blog gasp and die like this anymore.

What this reboot entails

Immediately after posting this, I'm going to start fiddling with the blog layout. I'm not as good with tumblr themes as the one who set the blog up, and I don't want to break anything, so I'm probably not going to mess with it much. But I'm going to clean out all the old outdated information. I might also delete a nav page or two that don't make sense to have anymore.

I'm going to clean out the askbox and trigger-tag list. I hate to do it, but it's time to start fresh. If you have a request that hasn't been done and you still want it, send it in again. If you have a trigger you still need tagged, send it in again. (The old trigger-tag list was stored on the discord, so I don't have access to it anymore anyway.)

I'm going to rewrite the rules, FAQ, and pinned post. There's a good chance I won't change them much, but I just want to make sure they're accurate to the limitations and boundaries that exist now, and that's gonna be different from when the blog was created.

And, most importantly, I'm going to take on some new mods. I'll have to figure out a way for us to communicate besides a discord server (I'm over the 100-server limit and I don't have money for Nitro anymore) but this was never a blog I could effectively manage completely on my own. I want to have a team again, so everyone can have their requests done in days instead of months.

Thank you all again for your support. I'm glad that, despite everything, this blog is still here.

[physically-vampiric-medic]

It had been a while since anyone has heard from the IND. Its been absolute radio silence on their end for almost a month now. No news broadcast, no radio show, nothing. Until…

A knock was heard at the doctor’s door, and a familiar voice began to speak right after.

“You in there, doctor? Figured I should let you guys know we aren’t dead, eh?”

“Well. At least not yet. Thats what respawn’s for.”

- @physically-blu-friendlies

[ The doctor hadn't anticipated seeing anyone from the IND Team again, quite frankly. Usually, when a team went MIA, it meant the worst. So when he heard Louis's voice, he was pleasantly surprised. ]

You- one moment.

[ He went and answered the door, glad to see the other mercenary was ok. Seems like the month hasn't treated him kindly, given the extra grey in his hair and tired expression. Still, he tried to save face. ]

"Hallo, sorry, I was working on something."

[ That was much of his life, at this point. ]

"It's good to see you again, you had a lot of us worried! What have you been up to?"