bridge of sights

Many Faces, All of them Yours
An identity porn soap opera


This is Steve Rogers’ first secret. He sits at the back of the press conference, watching Mr. Stark field questions from reporters, telling them about the Avengers’ latest mission and how brave the team was. Steve sighs and props his chin up on his fist, thinking how lucky they are to have such a swell guy as Tony Stark looking out for them. He’s kind and he’s generous - he put the team up in his home, and he makes sure they have everything they need. And he’s handsome as well. So handsome. Dreamy, really.

Steve wishes Iron Man were here too, so he could see how well Mr. Stark is doing. He knows that it can’t be easy for Iron Man, working as Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, but Steve privately thinks that Iron Man is a bit harsh on his employer sometimes. But Iron Man had to leave right before the speech - urgent maintenance on the suit, he had said - so now it’s just Steve and the rest of the team, and Tony.

Steve is idly wondering what Tony likes to do in his free time - he probably doesn’t get much free time, in between running a successful company and coming up with incredible new designs and looking after the Avengers and all their gear. But he must eat some time, right? Maybe if Steve found the right way to ask, he might eat dinner with him one day? That sure would be nice.

Jan elbows him in the ribs, harder than strictly necessary. “Ask him out!” she whispers.

Steve goes red. “I… Uhh… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jan rolls her eyes. “I can practically see the hearts in your eyes when you look at him. I’ve known Tony a long time, and he’s a good guy. He’s dated both men and women, if that’s what you’re worried about. You should ask him out.”

“He has?” Steve feels a flutter of hope. “I mean. Uhh. I’ll think about it. Thanks, Jan.”


This is Steve Rogers’ second secret. He swings down from the roof, drop kicking one guy immediately. The guy goes down, and his partner whips his head round in panic. The partner is holding a large bag marked SWAG which he clutches protectively to his chest.

“Drop the bag!” Steve orders, and the guy visibly pales. “Those jewels belong in a museum, for everyone to enjoy. Not to be stolen and sold off by some villain!”

The guy looks around the alley, sees no backup and no way out. He drops the bag and holds his hands up. “Okay,” he pants. “Take the jewels. Just please don’t hurt me… NOMAD.”

Steve smiles triumphantly beneath his mask.

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anonymous asked:

UF Sans, UT Sans, US Paps, and SF Paps. I see these 4 as having 1 hp, like classic Sans. My idea is that their s/o finds out about this. The skele is about to be stabbed or shot and doesn't see it coming but the s/o does and knows that he won't survive if he's hit. So they take the hit for him. You can decide how bad they're hurt. I just wanna say that they survive cause humans are more durable than monsters. Some angst with a happy ending.

My answers will be similar to this ask, so I will write the happy ending. Please read the ask before reading this one. 

Undertale Sans

Once you’re all healed up from taking that attack, Sans pulls you into a tight hug, just holding you, and begging you to never do that again. He can’t lose you, he just can’t. Since then, he appreciates you a lot more and makes sure you feel loved everyday. 

Underfell Sans

After Red throws the attacker off a bridge, you’re never leaving his sight again. He loves you so much, and kisses you everywhere to remind you. Once you’re all healed up, prepared for endless amounts of cuddles. 

Swapfell Papyrus

Oh god, Rus is just hugging you and making sure you’re okay. He’s your personal servant from now on and he’s never letting you go again. He isn’t sure whether to thank you for taking that hit or scold you for being so impulsive. Either way, he’s devoted to you forever

Pleasure to meet you - Bones × Reader

Note: *inhales* Ahhhhhh. I’ve been sooooooo busy with work that this fic has been in the back of my mind for a week now! Finally writing it. ;~; Hope you like it! You’re Kirk’s sister and stationed on the Enterprise, and well you fall for McCoy. **Warning** implements of sex.


“Oh! There you are!” A male with a Russian accent said while hurrying toward you, “the captian is looking for you.”

“Sorry. I’m still trying to get use to the ship.” You said with giggle, “lead the way, Chekov.”

You followed Chekov to a rec room where you were meeting your older brother Jim. The two of you were opposites. You were quiet and kept to yourself, and he was ambitious. You both had the trademark blue eyes that anyone can get lost in. You entered the rec room. “Captain! I found (Y/N)!”

“Great. Thank you, Mr. Chekov.” Jim give you a tender smile, “There’s my baby sister.”

“Can it, James,” Everyone called him Jim except you. You called him James when he irritated you, especially when the words ‘baby sister’ rolled out of his mouth. “I’m not a baby, I’m a grown woman now,” You stated as you crossed your arms.

Kirk chuckled. “Bones, Spock I’d like you to meet my sister, (Y/N).”

“It’s very nice to meet someone with your caliber for navigation. Top of your class, correct Ms Kirk?” Spock asked.

“Yes, sir. I will be aiding Mr. Sulu and Chekov in anyway possible.”

“That means I get to see you on the bridge. Mom would be so happy to know that big brother is taking care of little sister,” Jim teased.

You rolled your eyes at him before directing your attention to the other man addressed as ‘Bones’. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your real name.” You extend a hand.

“Leonard McCoy, miss. I’m the Chief Medical Officer on the ship.” He said with a dashing smile. “It’s quite the pleasure to meet you finally. Jim talks about you every chance he is given.” Leonard chuckled.

“Oh does he?” You gave your brother a concerning look. “Hmph. If you excuse me, I would like to finish unpacking.”

“I like her,” Bones told Jim as you marched off.

You were close to unpacking. You brought along a few things to keep it feeling like home. One of them was your love for (your favorite animal). You made sure to take a few stuffed toys of them. A long sigh came out when you heard someone at the door. Jeez. It better not be Jim. “Come in.”

“Sorry to drop by unexpected,” It was Leonard, “But I was wondering what you’re doing later tonight.”

You shrugged, “Nothing really. Just dinner and sleep. Why do you ask?”

“Oh. I was curious if you like to join me for dinner tonight.” Was he asking you on a date? Whether or not it would be nice to meet new people. “Sure. I’m game.”

*******

Two months passed and things between you and McCoy were going amazing. You kept your ‘boyfriend’ a secret from your brother. The two of you didn’t know how Jim would take it if his best friend was dating his sister. But you were happy to have Leonard. Little steps is what you two agreed on.

You were making your way to the bridge when Bones came into sight. “Doctor!” You gave him a warm smile while approaching the CMO. Bones looked over to you and dismissed his nurse.

“Morning, beautiful.” The doctor said as he gave you a sweet kiss. “How did you sleep?”

It was a concerning topic to Leonard because the last two nights have been not so good on you. “The usual. I really don’t know if it’s just the anxiety of being out in space or just being away from home. But, I didn’t have any problems while at the Academy.” You were acting like it was nothing. “I’m sure it will go back to normal.”

“Why don’t you say the night with me?” You face went red and your heart skipped as McCoy asked you a simple question.

“Well…I…um…” You were having a hard time thinking and talking at the same time. Bones chuckled as he gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll spend the night with you.”

After your shift, you pack an over night bag to take over to his quarters. You hoped that Jim won’t check on you because then that’s when the cat would be out of the bag. However, you didn’t care if your brother found out at the same time. Surprisingly Bones made it to his quarters at the same time as you.

“Well that didn’t take long, darling.” McCoy chuckled as the doors open.

“You make me sound desperate,” You gave a playful smile as you entered.

The night went by quickly. You manage to be snuggled up against Leonard most of the evening before heading to bed. It felt nice and relaxing to be this close to him. Leonard explained that he could take the chair, but you insisted to sleep in the same bed. Baby steps, remember?

Leonard crawled in with you and it felt like both hearts were racing. It was quiet, too quiet. He rolled to his side and broke the silence. “(Y/N), let’s just see where this night takes us.” He then softly placed his lips on yours. And boy were you melting. Things are heating up, but you didn’t stop it.

6am came quickly. You woke up first so you could get ready before your brother realize you weren’t in your quarters. Leonard worked his way around what you were doing. Last night the two of you got closer in more than one way. It felt natural the morning after. You peeked out the door to make sure no one was coming.

“I’ll see you later, Leo,” You said giving him a tender kiss. Before your departure, he placed his hand on your hips while returning a more passionate kiss.

“This is unexpected.” Oh great. Jim caught you two kissing. “Bones. You and I need a talk later.” Jim left after that.

“Have fun with that,” You pat Leonard on the chest as you left. He rolled his eyes and mumbled ‘great’. You knew that Jim would go easy because it was his friend. But you were happy finally with someone and Jim can see this working in his favor.

The summer I met David.

(warning: really really long story)

This is how I first met David. Before our relationship went to shit, and he devoted his everything to making my life hell. While there are several more stories involving him, and some far more unsettling than this one, this is when I first realized he wasn’t who he told me he was. It’s by far the most unsettling memory I have of him.

When I was young, we lived in an old farm house. I remember my father telling me that it was more than one hundred years old, and that was the cause for the strange noises in the middle of the night. I never believed him. I was convinced that the noises were just David messing around downstairs. But in those early weeks of our friendship, no one in my family believed it was him. I never bothered to question why.

My father had inherited a sixty-five acre pig farm that he and his father had built from the ground up. I can’t remember how many pigs we had, but it was enough to warrant two barns.

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anonymous asked:

Protective RFA if MC is in danger

*Hi, Anon! Thank you so much for the request! Protective RFA, GO!!! Enjoy!

ZEN
You two were walking to Zen’s audition.
♥ He asked you to look over his resume,
JUST TO BE SURE!
♥ You took his resume, just as a breeze came through.
♥ The breeze takes the resume and it is lying in a calm, empty road.
“I’ll get it!”
♥ Yet as you bent down to get it, a car speeds at you,
“MC!”
♥ You felt Zen’s strong arms hook around you, pulling you back.
“Are you okay?! That damned idiot! Did you see how fast he was going? This is a Yield Zone, too-“
“Zen, I’m fine! I got the resume, let’s go.”
you kissed him for a thank you

707 / SAEYOUNG
☏ He took you to a sighting bridge,
☏ It was a large and high-up bridge, holding the river as a moving picture.
☏ You two were messing around,
Hopping, singing, spinning..
☏ You two were enjoying yourselves.
☏ That was, until, you missed a railing pole and slipped off the other side of the bridge.
“MC, DON’T MOVE!”
☏ Saeyoung ZOOMED from the opposite railing to yours, grabbing your torso and hoisting you up.
“PLEASE, BE MORE CAREFUL, YOU ALMOST DIED!! MC, I LOVE YOU!”
☏ You apologized over and over.
“I’m your knight in shining armor.. where’s my kiss?”

JUMIN
φ You and Jumin went out to a Cat Café.
φ That day, he asked the bodyguards to stay home so you two could be alone~.
φ Of course.. on that day, that’s when you needed them..
φ Or do you..?
φ When you were walking down the street, someone grabbed your bag and tugged on you.
φ “Give me your bag!”
φ Jumin takes this dude DOWN.
φ ”MC, call the house for the guards, please.”
φ After the guards come and take care of the man, Jumin gets Driver Kim with the car.
φ In the car, he hugs you tightly.
φ “MC, I love you, I will protect you from people like that, always.”

YOOSUNG
You guys were cooking some dinner!
★ Yoosung chopped up some vegetables, leaving the knife on the counter.
★ As you turned, the apron ribbon hooked onto the handle, dropping it down to your feet.
★ Yoosung sCREAMS
★ He pulls you back.
“MC, I AM SO SORRY!!!!!”
He tears up.
★ He thinks it’s his fault
★ You assure him you’re fine,
★ He doesn’t let it go.
Yoosung cooks the rest for you~ 

JAEHEE
✎ You both were working at the café.
✎ It was almost closing time, but someone came in.
every frickin’ time
✎ As you were taking their order at the counter, the pointed at a glass display of that day’s special.
✎ They poked the display, making it tip over.
“MC! Watch out!”
✎ Jaehee yanks you back before the glass shatters and the muffin crumbles on the cold floor.
✎ The customer apologizes in advance!
✎ Jaehee has to make a sign that says, ‘Do Not Touch Displays’
✎ She makes sure you’re okie doke before you continue to serve the customer.
momma baehee

*I’m honestly so sorry, there is no excuse for me to be so slow!! I’m the only one running this acc, and I have plenty of more things to do, so please be patient. You guys have been so great, thank you so much. Goodnight / day! -Admin Shayne

Shance Fluff week Day 1 blue / black

“What. the. Quiznack.

They weren’t even on a mission. Hunk was cooking, Pidge Coran and Allura were all asleep after fixing some major problems with the Particle barrier, maybe now it can take more than 3 hits before going down and putting the last two alteans in existence in danger, Haggar gave up her identity as Altean when she betrayed them for the Galra. Keith and Lance were training by running a combative maze back-to-back. Lance was confused by the cargo ship that passed the window.

That confusion only lasted until  keith passed out, Lance could smell the gas and held his breath. Two masked figures walked into the room, Hunk  over the taller ones shoulders and  pidge hung limp on the small figure’s frame.    

Lance got a shot off in the small stranger whom had put Pidge in danger, before he also fell from lack of oxygen . The small one fell revealing the face of Haggar, bleeding out.

“ My son! Help your mother! Do not forsake me, Lotor!” Haggar cried, reaching with her free hand, holding Pidge over her wound.  The tall galra hybrid dropped Hunk and kicked Haggar.

“ Witch! Your mother privilege died the day you left me on Karanax , now you can die here, today. Things might have been different if you were Galra…”  Lotor  grabbed lance and keith, leaving the rest to the sentries.

When everyone woke, they were chained to the floor in Galra main command. Lotor stood before Allura, pulling some kind of liquid into a syringe. Lance saw an opportunity and took it. He grabbed a sentry gun and shot the chains from his friends, all the while tackling  Lotor to the ground.

Lotor snarled at Lance when he realized that the syringe was empty and stuck in his neck. “This was not meant for YOU!”

“Get to the lions! Tell blue I’ll get to her after I wipe the floor with this guy!”, Lance yelled, more to Keith than anyone else. Keith led the team to the hangar where Shiro and Matt had apparently been coordinating an attack through the lions. An attack that Lance had been leading apparently, having the strongest out of all the lion bonds, having reached out with Blue and Black to find Shiro.

Shiro, Matt and Keith all snuck back to the main bridge where a horrible sight unfolded before them, Lance vomiting multiple times, and blood spewing from his mouth. Lotor kicked him again and again while he fought for breath, until he stilled and quieted.

“ It’s funny, the virus I was going to inject into the Altean, only affects Alteans; right now, your response to it, confirms my suspicions. You… Are… Part… Altean… it’s your human side that makes you so weak that it’s only killing you that much faster… It would have infected Allura, then Coran, from there it would evolve and start hunting your fellow paladins before it began killing. Now, you will introduce it to both species, well done my little half-bred carrier… Wait, don’t die yet… you’re missing something,” Lotor chastised Lance as he picked him up by the face” I know what it isss!” Lotor sang in a childish way that made keith and shiro’s stomachs churn. He dug his clawed thumbs into Lance’s cheeks, blood slowly dripping to the floor.

The sight of Lotor laughing as he carved into the blue beauty’s face sealed the deal. Matt was half-way down the bridge before Shiro noticed that he had gone, “ TUCK AND ROLL, BITCH!” Matt screamed as he used his staff to throw Lotor into the lower deck, smirking when he heard him go splat against the metal hull of his ship.

Shiro ran to Lance as he once did cycles ago when he was almost blown to bits. Lance used what little energy he had to drag himself away from shiro, inch by bloody inch.

“ Stay… Awa- … ay, Shii- Hirro. Let… me… di-hiii… here. “ Lance wheezed, pushing Shiro away, to the best of his highly impaired ability. Well push isn’t the right word, more like gingerly touched Shiro’s helmet, before his arm fell to Shiro’s side. Lance’s breathing grew even more faint and laboured.

Keith watched helplessly paralyzed as Blue ripped into the bridge and pitifully roared at her motionless cub before she told Shiro to get out of the way. Blue did something almost unthinkable… she froze Lance… she then lay with her maw open so Matt could drag the Frozen body into a real cryostasis pod somewhere inside of her mechanical body.


Shiro yelled for Keith to get to Red. The two ran to their Lions, both trying to get the image of a practically dead Cuban out of their heads… it was twice as hard for Shiro, he saw every detail: the blood beginning to dry and turn brown crusting his jaw, which hung horrifically slack yet firm, his half lidded glassy red eyes that filled with tears; he didn’t want to go, he wasn’t ready, he still had, no has, he’s going to survive this, he still has too much to learn and see and do… his eyes have seen some of the worst that the universe had to offer, but he still looked for the best in people. God… he’s too young, they’re all too young… none of them have tried alcohol or even their first cigarette… has he even kissed anyone outside of family? They’re all just so young, 19 is too quiznacking  young to carry the weight of the universe on your shoulders if you ask Shiro. “ Let me die here”  he was delirious from the blood loss, he didn’t actually want to die…. But Shiro knew the feeling from his time in the ring, the beg of the weaker defeated opponents, they had been through the wringer so many times that they begged for death…. He spent many sleepless nights questioning the morality of it; was it too cruel to try and save them? Or did killing them make him a monster?

He didn’t want to think about his sins as Lance lay dying. God, why couldn’t it be him? There were plans in place in the likely event that he died. Black was reluctant to let Keith pilot her when Shiro was gone, would Blue ever let anyone in again if anything worse happened to Lance. Lance, his sharpshooter, his friend, his confident, his partner in crime when it came to sleepless nights roaming the halls…

Lance was rushed into a healing pod for the time being, to keep him in cryostasis and to heal as much as it could.

They put Lance next to Haggar; who was apparently Coran’s wife, eons ago, in cryostasis. When her wounds were sufficiently healed Pidge threw her into the airlock for interrogation.

“ Antidote. Now.” Pidge hissed at the Altean witch. Haggar never said a word, she just struggled against her restraints.

“ Start talking or start bleeding, Isasdejo… your druids broke easily, just a couple of shocks from my Bayard and they hummed like baby klanmeurls . They told us everything that they know, but you kept the antidote from them… Coran is so disappointed in you”  Pidge said softly, caressing Haggar’s face, after back handing her cheek. Haggar looked severely distressed and Pidge smiled even as her lips trembled. “ If you don’t start talking soon, I’ll have to switch to some of the less savory methods…. Let’s stick to water techniques, it is Lance, CORAN’S FAVORITE PALADIN, who’s dying of your virus… let’s see, there’s …. The classic waterboarding… even more classic, Chinese drip torture… a tide chamber would work wonderfully. Any thoughts or suggestions sweetheart? “

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Get this crazy girl away from me though, Coran! CORAN! COOORRRRRAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!” Haggar screamed and shrieked.  Keith high fived Pidge on his way into the room.

“So about that antidote, what do we need to save Lance? “ Keith said in a low gravelly growl.

Haggar hung her head as she explained the potion to Keith who began to write everything down on his hand with a small blade, he wasn’t actually trying to hurt himself,he just didn’t think anything through and he kinda figured that if he carved into himself in front of Haggar she would be less likely to lie to him, “ pure quintessence, liquid scaultrite, the blood of loved ones, tears of those who hate you… and a kiss. You can’t just swig the potion either; he has to have one spoon full at a time, he must swallow every drop of the last before he can have the next dose… he has to drink the whole thing. Someone has to stay with him and keep his temperature up as he’s taking it, he can’t stop until the bottle is finished”

It took a while to collect the ingredients but in about a week it all came together, minus the blood and kiss. There was a thirty minute debate about whether or not they were close enough to give the blood and Haggar was no help, the bickering continued until Lance fell out of the healing chamber screaming and writhing in agony as his ears stretched to about twice their original size and black marks spread from the deep scars on his cheeks. Shiro dug his cybernetic arm under Lance and stuck out his flesh arm, “Coran, we don’t have time to get blood from his family, we’ll have to do,” Shiro hissed after kissing Lance’s temple,” he’s burning up, hunk, go fill the largest bowl you can find with cold water and ice, pidge, there are cloths we can use as compresses in my room, go get those, Keith, Matt, make sure Haggar doesn’t use the chaos to escape, Allura, infuse the potion with quintessence”

Lance began thrashing around like a fish out of water and screamed in Spanish, loud enough for the whole ship to hear, “ LO SIENTO MADRE, NO PUEDO TOCAR LAS ESTRELLAS PARA TI, ESTOY CAYENDO. AYÚDAME MADRE!”

Everyone’s blood made it into the potion and a spoonful was given to Lance, the results were not what they expected by any means…. His fever dropped drastically, but he started gagging, and his hair was starting to turn white at the roots. Shiro couldn’t help but cry as he helplessly shoved spoonful after spoonful of the concoction into Lance.

The 19 year old was a coughing shivering mess, once again trying to squirm away from the 26 year old.

“ C'mon buddy, just a few more spoonfuls, okay? You can do this, please don’t make me.explain to both your mom and Blue why you aren’t coming back…. Tell you what, if you can get better, we’ll go back home to Earth, we’ll see family, have a fiesta, how does that sound?”  Shiro cooed and pleaded with Lance.  Lance opened his mouth a couple more times before he mumbled out a faint,”Salve María llena de gracia, el Señor es contigo, bendita eres entre las mujeres y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre Jesús. Santa madre de Dios ora por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de la muerte amén” After finishing the prayer he managed to find the strength to open his eyes” Por qué … ¿por qué es tan brillante? Está haciendo que me duela la cabeza. Alguien por favor, apague el sol” Hunk  shifted so he blocked most of the light hitting Lance’s face. “ Muchas Gracias, amigo… waiiittt” Lance moaned bleary swiveling his head unsure of his surroundings now that he had finished the bottle of straight up nastiness” Estoy con los vaqueros del espacio” Hunk snickered at the nickname, Kalteneker was somewhere around the castle, they would have to take a picture with her now, dressed up like cowboys, on top of their Paladin Armour.

“You going to be okay, Lance?  Let’s go ahead and put you to bed, we can go home when you wake up…” As Shiro rose from the floor with Lance in his arms Pidge took polaroid after Polaroid.

When Shiro was about to leave Lance all rolled up in blankets like a burrito, Lance reached out and dragged him into his bed with him

“Stay… please… I’m afraid of not waking up again.”  Shiro nodded and cradled his head. Both he and Lance has been strong enough for the whole team for too long.  

When Lance woke up Shiro was snuggled into his chest, listening to his heart beat  with his flesh hand resting on his collar bone,  double checking Lances pulse. Lance kissed the metal arm he was clinging to for dear life. “ Thank you, I thought for a while that the safety I feel around you was the dream, and I was going to wake up alone at any moment”

Matt shoved his head through the door,” yo, lovers! I mean, losers! Wait, no I don't… nevermind… listen, we have to try to explain​ what happened to the Garrison before we can ​go anywhere..”

Before they entered Earth’s atmosphere, Keith tried to take a moment with Lance, “ Hey, if you ever need to talk about, well lineage, I guess..  I’m here for you… if you need to talk”  Lance started to almost panic. “ Keith I get what you are trying to do, I really do. But we come from different backgrounds, you knew for a while that your mom, who you hardly knew, was Galra. Your dad explicitly said that your mom was ‘ simply out of this world’ where else could you take that, especially after finding out that you’re Galra?! I knew every aspect of my family, not one of them has done or said anything remotely Altean… for all I know I could be adopted… all I know for sure now is that my life so far has been a lie. I don’t even know if any of my siblings are my real siblings, or my parents”  Lance fell to his knees and sobbed unconsolably for 20 minutes. He stopped when they landed in the Garrison launch pad.

Once the awkward, “ yes, we fly giant space lions and ended an intergalactic war that’s been going on for the past 10,000 years without you having a clue.” Speech was concluded, there was a brief momentary address to the president, lead by  Lance.” Mr President, we have seen the worst there is in space, I nearly died about three times in the span of a week, and so, I have lost all sense of censorship or formalities and I’ve come to say this to you, right here, right now…. fuck you, you egotistical dickwad” the president hung up the video call, remembering that the whole conversation was televised. Lance dabbed. “ I’ve been wanting to say that ever since he got elected, no sexist racist pig is going to live and not get an earful from me!” , Lance somehow managed to say between giggles and high fiving Pidge.

Eventually ​they made their way to Lance’s home in the pampas, Lance sitting in the backseat, teaching coran and allura the lyrics to don’t cry for me Argentina, grabbing a desert Rose on the way.

“ I’M HOME!” Lance called out. Hunk dragged everyone about six steps back as a swarm of young kids enveloped him. Hunk did a headcount  and  paled, “ shit! They shipped in the extended family! Everybody back!”  then Lance was bombarded with aunts and uncles and sisters and brothers and cousins. The assembly completely blocked the door until his mother walked through the parting crowd.” Mi precioso hijo, qué te han hecho … nunca debiste haber ido a ese maldito lugar, oré por ti todos los días … ¿sentías mis oraciones?”   Hunk fawned over the stocky woman’s words from a distance, Lance teared up when she placed her hands on his face, fingers in his mostly white hair with brown tips, and thumbs over his  scars. “ Sí Mamá, sentí tus oraciones, me salvaron la vida mientras estaba tocando una estrella para ti mamá. Y mira, por todos mis problemas, la estrella me tocó de nuevo. Ja, ja, tengo amigos ahora mama. Conoces a Hunk y Pidge, conoce a Shiro, Keith, Matt, Sam, Cora-”  Lance’s mom interupts his introductions by throwing her arms around Allura and Coran. The real shocker came when she began to shift form.

She had much darker skin, long flowing blue hair, and was incredibly tall.

“ Mum, you were here on Earth this whole time? I thought you died on Altea,  decaphebes ago… wait, you came here to earth and joined a new family, did you ever think about us?”, Allura asked hurt by her eyes which betrayed her, spilling tears she never meant anyone else to see.

“ Oh, darling… I thought about you every day, I had to start this family to keep myself and  Akatanine alive here on Earth, we lived with her human mate and child for a while, until the government came around looking for us. We had to leave them, she was crushed. Then, I met Antonio and he really helped me get over the loss of Altea, and Akatanine’s family and sanity. I never once stopped thinking about you, your father was a fool, prompting fighting between Zarkhan and Dossantos. It cost us all so many dear friends… “ a face appeared in the attic window, the Asian-hispanic woman looked like she had just been woken from a cat nap by all the commotion.  Lance tapped his mother on the shoulder and took Allura by the arm to face her,

“ ¡Espera … quieres decirme que he coqueteado con mi hermanastra! ¿Quién es este Akatanine? Es que Rosita Flora Pequeña? La loca borracha que vive en el ático? ¡Quién salta por la ventana, Dios mío!”  Lance screamed as Rosita jumped out of the window and stuck the superhero landing, turning purple and furry as she ran to embrace Keith. “ You know what, now all the drinking and the crying and the babbling at small purple things makes sense”, Pidge mumbled as Akatanine nuzzled her face into Keith’s  hair. Poor Keith was stunned, the half Galra teen couldn’t move a muscle.

“ Mother used ‘cuddle’. It was effective.”, Shiro snickered.

Lance walked into ​the house with his family and almost screamed again seeing all the prayer candles lit in the living room/ common bedroom. Each candle had either Jesus, Guardian Angels, or the Virgin Mother; as well as Lance’s name and picture taped to them. Shiro smiled when he looked at some of the low, lit candles. The ones his mother had lit all had different baby pictures.

Lance only now got a good look at whom he had thought his mother was. Her long light blue hair reached her back, her skin was about three shades darker than normal, and her arms legs and cheeks were more defined and adorned by dark blue marks, much like his were adorned by black and white marks.” Let’s see, hunk is clearly Yellow’s new Paladin, Green must have chosen  Miss Pidge over there, cuddly over there looks like a red Paladin, tall, strong and posterboy must be the leader here… and my lance doesn’t belong to any of them but Blue… How accurate am I, spot on, right? I was the Blue Paladin first, so I know our ladies fairly well!”, Lance and Allura’s mom elbowed Shiro in the ribs lightly.

“Actually we kinda switched up after Shiro disappeared, I was the Black Paladin for a time and lance piloted Red for me and Allura took Blue on the rare occasion we needed her to form Voltron.”, Keith spoke up from the swarm of Lance’s sisters and occasional brother who were all cuddling him,” It was kind of scary, his bayard went from a gun to a huge battle axe, we had no idea how calculated his every move was until he abandoned that to be the impulsive instinctual Paladin Red needs.” Mama looked like she was about to cry,” That was a mistake, Allura should have taken Red, Blue Takes the most empathetic and strategic Paladin… That’s what kept Lance in America while all of us were deported.. He was a strategic genius.”

“Well he was really brash when we got here, too! He even told off the president on live television. See,” Pidge sat in front of Mama and opened the video

“    Mr President, we have seen the worst there is in space, I nearly died about three times in the span of a week, and so, I have lost all sense of censorship or formalities and I’ve come to say this to you, right here, right now…. fuck you, you egotistical dickwad” the president hung up the video call, remembering that the whole conversation was televised. Lance dabbed.     ‘ mmmm whatchasaaaayy’ played behind Lance’s smile as someone dropped the deal with it shades on his smirking face”  Mama’s hand rose and was promptly filled with a flip-flop from one of Lance’s brothers. “ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggh, la chancla !!!!!!!!!” Lance yelled as he ran to the far side of the house, the rest of the family, including the Paladins almost died laughing.

Marina; Lance’s older sister, who had perpetually red hair, due to being full Altean, as it was later revealed, felt it was necessary to embarrass her brother further and took a large cardboard box full of junk by the couch, his full length Kerberos Mission™ poster strategically placed so that Shiro’s face encircled with red lipstick was visible to the pilots on the couch.

“Hey, guys, I’m burning Trash,  anything you want to get rid of?”

Lance lunged for the poster, knocking it into Shiro’s hands.” Not that, Space Baby.” Lance deadpanned. Shiro unfurled the long glossy paper, careful to not smudge the lipstick that formed a heart around his face.

“ I forgot that the Garrison made these! Oh God, this is adorable… is it okay if i keep this?”, Shiro asked in between chuckles,” So… lance, ummm, there’s a feminism march going on tomorrow at the capitol building, I was going to… ask… You to uhhh… maybe… iffff yoouu wantedtoo maybe? Hopefully? “, Shiro covered his eyes, he was struggling with one of the easiest things in the world” GOOUTWITHMETOIT,LIKEONADATE! dear god that was a disaster.” there are no words in the room. Shiro, fearless leader, just got so flustered he almost screwed up asking out lance… oh yeah and he just asked out lance! “Sure, why not?” lance chirped nonchalantly, trying to hide the circles his head was running in.

Oh, my God. the whole thing was a glorious disaster. Shiro had  painted white streaks everywhere Lance had black and white streaks.  Lance had his mother and his sister hoisted onto his shoulders, Shiro supported Pidge and Allura as they stood in the palms of his hands, the show off. Everyone in the rally aside from the Paladins and family wore blue shirts, sweaters, binders , and sports bras with the caption “ Fuck you, you egotistical dickwad”  inscribed in black curly letters. Lance wore a black “I’m with the gay space ranger “  crop top showing off every dash of sharp contrast on his skin. Shiro wore a blue, get this, mesh tank… remember the 90’s? Now you do. With “ I kissed a hero”  hand embroidered onto it; Keith suspected Galra arm use.  Pidge wore a “ Kick Ass, Go to Space, Piss People Off Because I’m Aro/Ace” sweatshirt, it’s freezing out here, dammit, Lance. Keith rode piggyback on Hunk, not cuz he’s gay or anything though, no, no ,no, it’s just… his legs are too short, there it’s been said… he wears an unironic “ I want to believe “ shirt. Hunk is wearing a cute red Magic School Bus tank top, that came right out of his closet. Sophia wore a Carrie Fisher tee shirt and Marina wore a “  Don’t Make me overthrow the feudal system that you call government” dress.  Allura wore a dress that Lance had knitted for her all in one night and looked like she could snap a man in half and they would thank her. Coran wore a denim jacket with “space uncle” and a moustache on it’s back. “

“And that is how the most favorable outcome of this situation plays out”, Slav says as he closes the hologram projection of the best possible reality. “ I cuss out the president…”  Lance said with a worrying amount of glee.  “ Dude, you almost die, like three times in the best scenario… that doesn’t phase you?” Keith probes, quite concerned. “ Nah, I almost die every time I walk out of my bedroom… that stopped phasing me after I got blown up… I’ve accepted the fact that not even death wants me… but that asshole deported my family before the Kerberos mission… I’d love to cuss him out! I actually have been plotting with Shiro and Matt so things might work out in our favor if we stick to the script… C'mon buddy, let’s go train so I can be a badass.” Keith wouldn’t tell anyone just how terrified he was… of seeing Shiro in the blue mesh tank again.

Originally posted by lennonblack


Title: Airport Battle (Part 2 Spider Boy(daughter of Tony! reader x Peter Parker))

Summary: Reader and Peter’s relationship grows stronger as they head into the Airport fight

Word Count: 2448

A/N *IMPORTANT*: CACW SPOILERY CONTENT. Airport fight scene changed up a bit! This may be the longest imagine I have ever written? I just KEPT WRITING OMG. I hope you enjoy!!!

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Chapter 12~ The Watery Grave of Despondency

  Attempting to break free, the fox rattled the top and sides of the cold chamber. He felt sick to his stomach as the putrid scents continued to enter his nostrils. Kicking and screaming was simply no use! Falling back in the crowded space, Ffionn wept quietly to himself. Terrifying thoughts ran through his head that made him shudder.

 ‘When will Steph come back?’ ‘What was he going to to to me?’ 'What if he never comes back?!’ 'What if I’m left here to die?’

  The small fox shifted uncomfortably as his back ached from the hard metal.

  “He’s dangerous.“ Whispered a voice. Ffionn jumped as his eyes darted back and forth looking for the source of the sound.  

  "W-who’s there?” He stuttered in fear.

  "Do not worry, we were just like you once, flesh and bones, heart beating, alive..“ Continued the voice in melancholy.

  "Could you show yourself?” Asked the fox curious as to who he was communicating with. He kept his ears alert to listen for a response only to get a cold, dead silence.

  "Damnation..“ He muttered coldly. He looked down glumly at his feet before jumping in sudden surprise.

  "If we were to,” Started the voice again. “You haveth but to help us first.”

  "Help you with what?“ Questioned the fox curiously.

  "Help us escape.” Chimed a second voice more distinct and raspier from the other.

  "He’s no friend Ffionn. He’s a m-“ the voice was suddenly cut off by the snarls of the fox.

  "Don’t call him that-” Shaking slightly and sighing, Ffionn looked up into utter darkness before stating “I’m afraid I can’t do anything.” No voices were to be heard. “I can’t move. I’m stu-”

  ”-We can help you; as long as you promise to help us.“ Interrupted the first voice.

  “Really? You mean it?” Chirped the fox in slight hope.

  "But of course!“ Beamed the second voice. "Just kick downwards and the chamber shall open.”

  'How hard it could be.’ Thought Ffionn. 'One kick and I’m home free. Perhaps I can even make it in time.’ Coiling his legs back as much as he could in the small space, the fox forcefully let them fall down as a loud bang filled the echoey room.

  "It won’t budge!“ Cried the fox.

  "Haveth one more go!” Cheered on the first voice. In determination, Ffionn bit his lip coiling his legs up once more holding his breath as he readied to kick. This was his last hope of ever escaping this horrid place.

  “Just kick it mate-” Groaned the second voice. Ffionn let his feet snap down and to his surprise, the chamber drawer opened. In astonishment he crawled out of it beginning to make his way to the stairs as fast as he possibly could. As he was about to exit up the floorboards, he turned looking back. Darkness there and nothing more- He felt guilty being caught up in his selfish wishes deciding to turn back.

  "What do I need to do to help you?“ He sighed.

  "Our bodies.” Stated the raspier voice coldly.

  "What about them?“ Pondered the fox.

  "Dispose of them.” It rasped.

  "Where are you though? I cannot see a thing in this horrid lighting!“ Whined the fox wanting to simply go back to the safety of his room.

  "A light is mounted above the table. After you activate it you must go to the left past the last of the chambers. There, behind the final one you will find us.” Now Ffionn already having second thoughts wasn’t so sure about this. He slowly made his way to the operation table and flipped the switch to one of the surgical lights. It’s bright beams glared into the fox’s eyes. As he regained his vision, tiny dust particles were seen to flutter about the air.

  'To the left by the last of the chambers.’ The fox repeated in his head. His feet fell softly with each step as he grew closer and closer to the end of those awful corpse drawers.

  "At the end of the last chamber,“ began the fox to himself. "I will find you.”

   Ffionn gasped in shock as he clutched his stomach tightly. He had never felt so sick wanting to simply retch before the disgusting image layed before his eyes.

  Rotting corpses. 

  Not even bothered to be put in a cold chamber.

  Left to decay and mold. 

  Two of them. 

  One had slightly longer ears than the other. Their skeletal layer was beginning to show from them being there for so long.. The most chilling detail of all was two, three, four, forceps lodged deeply into the chests of the bodies.

  "Do I have to?“ Winced Ffionn.

  "Yes,” the first voice began. “Only then, can we help you.”

  "Help me..?“ Questioned the fox.

  "You’re in great danger Ffionn,” Scolded the voice. “You must face the facts before you end up like us-”

  "You don’t understand, Steph would never hurt me!“ Why must everyone always be against him!!”  Ffionn argued. Silence befell the room with only the short, frustrated breaths of Ffionn being audible.

  “The river.” Croaked the raspy voice.

  "What about it? I can’t go near it, Steph will be displeased with me so.“ The fox shifted guiltily remembering what had happened last time.

  "Dispose of us in the river. Only then can we help you.” Continued the voice. Ffionn groaned looking for a large bag to carry the two in. Not wanting to get Stephan’s things too out of order, he made the decision that going back upstairs was the only way he could do this job correctly.

“Wait here, I shall come back promptly.” Assured the fox heading towards the stairs.

                                                       …

  “Ah dearest Stephan how will you go about tonight?” Beamed the bunny heartily gazing at himself in a tall mirror. “If the constables are to catch you you’re surely in for a fright!”  Falling back in a fancy recliner, Stephan reached over to grasp a poorly handled paper with a list of options written down on it.

  “Mutilation, overdose, hanging simply won’t do,” Sneered the bunny going down the list being sure to pick the most precise option. “Kerosene, gunpoint, suffocation, goodness no-” He scowled disappointedly tossing the list down retrieving his fabric knife from the table turning to the mirror.

  "I bid you, goodnight.“ The bunny held the fabric knife to his neck gazing at himself in the mirror with a sickly smirk on his face. Suddenly remembering something, he placed it back down frowning angrily.

  "You’re too good for that-” He sneered. “Besides, you have a job to do!” Scrambling back to the recliner he made sure he was seated in it just right before handling a bunch of assorted papers which had who knows what written on them.

  “Aha! Here it is-” He announced clutching the paper tightly shoving it into his pocket. He sat up abruptly once again falling backwards on his bed chuckling slightly to himself as he lit a cigarette.

                                                       …

  Ffionn wobbled about frantically as he tried to keep his balance kneeling down under a cupboard to find a large sack of some sort. Reaching his paw to the very back he felt something rough but soft at the same time and quickly pulled it out.

  "Perfect.“ He whispered to himself. As he quietly made his way up the balcony steps to his room he passed by Stephan’s room to make sure he was asleep. Or busy at least. Pressing his ear ever so gently at the door, he waited for any sudden sounds. Meanwhile Stephan had fallen asleep holding a smoldering cigarette in his hand snoring quietly to himself. Ffionn decided he needed to be quick in case he were to wake up. He went to his room to grab a jacket while quickly throwing several clothes pins in the pockets before scurrying back down the stairs as quiet as he possibly could and into the operation room. He rolled up his sleeves ready to place each corpse into the bag. Pulling a clothes pin from his pocket, he latched it upon his nose to dilute the putrid scent as he handled the bodies. 

  Grabbing ahold of the first one by it’s shoulders, he swung it around with it’s feet at the bag where he then pulled it up over it’s head. After doing the same with the other, he tied off the bag and headed towards the stairs. Getting the bag out of the operation room was quite a hassle indeed, taking some time but eventually Ffionn made his way out of the floorboards and into the manor once again. The grandfather clock played the infamous Westminster Chimes as he scooted the bag across the floor. One chime rang throughout the dollhouse. An occasional maggot or two would tumble out scrambling about in it’s back helplessly as the fox inched closer and closer to the door as the second chime rang.

  When Ffionn finally came upon the front door of the dollhouse, he perked his ears up listening if anyone were to be awake. Nothing but silence greeted his ears. In one quick nod, he grabbed his scarf from a nearby coat rack and headed out the door closing it gently behind him.

  "The river..” Began Ffionn to himself. Tightening his lip, the fox’s face grew determined as he pulled the heavy bag down the valley way. Crickets chirped as Ffionn made his way through long grass and tiny flowers which shone in the moonlight. The sound of violent waters churning and broiling were soon to be heard as the bridge came clear into sight.

Finally reaching the rickety bridge, Ffionn held his breath as he readied the body bag. Sighing and looking down at his feet, he quietly muttered.

  "Don’t worry, I’ll free you.“ The fox quickly opened the end of the bag watching the bodies fall down deep into the cold waters where they would now sleep in peace. The fox wiped his wet eyes as he stepped off the bridge growing uncomfortable. Letting out a deep breath, Ffionn made his way back to the dollhouse and back into the operation room.

   "Quick into the chamber!” The voices hissed as the fox walked in.

  "B-but I just got h-“ Ffionn was cut off as he felt hands pushing him back to those awful corpse boxes again. He rolled his eyes as he pushed those hands aside climbing back in.

  "We’ll push you in and lock it so,” Chirped the more hopeful voice. “he’s coming.”

  "Who’s coming? What about you!“ Worried Ffionn.

  "The old chap doesn’t believe in ghosts, he can’t see us even if he tried to.” Chuckled the raspy voice. Just then the door to the operation room swung open as Stephan sauntered over quietly. The dead room echoed with his heavy footsteps. Ffionn became tense as Stephan got closer holding what was to be an assortment of papers that seemed to have a diagnosis written on it. 

  The room was silent. Trepidation drowned the fox as he slightly jumped when the bunny began to chuckle.

  "You nasty mutt-“ He laughed. 

  "You nasty, incompetent mutt..” 

   A smile wiped across his face as he sat down next to the cold chamber. Beads of sweat dropped down Ffionn’s face as the bunny trailed his finger alongside the chamber opening whispering eerily to it slipping the paper into the crack of the cold chamber.

    “Sweet dreams, my dear friend.”

Mothman

A cryptid from North America folklore said to live around Point Pleasant, a city in West Virginia. According to reports, the creature first appeared to five men in November of 1966. The men had gathered at a cemetery to dig a grave when they were startled during their work by a brown human sized being that flew out from some nearby trees.

A few days later, a white creature with glowing red eyes followed two young couples as they took their cars to Point Pleasant. Even more sightings followed including terrorizing a building contractor and his dog, when it appeared after the strange buzzing of his television. It appeared yet again to a young woman and her child, who described it’s unearthly screech like a woman’s wailing.

After the mysterious collapse of the Silver Bridge, the Mothman sightings dispersed entirely, leading to the belief that the two were connected. Many theories have been created to explain the Mothman sightings, including extraterrestrial interference or people simply misidentifying large owls.

anonymous asked:

In honor of mothers day, maybe a short fic about Synth Shaun in Sanctuary trying to create a great mothers day party for F!SS?

Thank you for making me crap myself thinking I’d missed mother’s day lol (I live in UK and it was in April) Don’t usually take from the top but figured I could just this once… Hope this was okay for you Nonnie, Enjoy <3

Mother’s day was a pre-war tradition that Sole had been really looking forward too. She was pregnant when the last mother’s day rolled around, but she hadn’t at the time felt like celebrating. She’d celebrated with her and Nate’s mother, however preferred the spotlight to be on them rather than her.

In the Commonwealth, it was days like the last mother’s day that Sole looked back on fondly- mother’s day was a celebration that hadn’t carried on through the times, so sadly she would never get to experience the feelings.

Mother’s day rolled around on the day that Sole was travelling alone back to Sanctuary, feeling her legs move just a little faster when she saw the bridge come into sight. She was halfway across the bridge when she saw Shaun come running out from behind the gated entrance.

Sole had mixed feelings on synth Shaun. She desperately fought alongside the Railroad freeing synths left, right and centre. But Shaun? She’d been devastated the second that she found out that Shaun was a ten year old boy in Kellogg’s memories; and the moment that she met Father in the Institute she’d been ready to throw herself in a Deathclaw nest. But, this synth child that she saved from the downing of the Institute was her son- at least, he had all of the memories of a child that was her son.

When they’d first returned to Sanctuary she’d left Shaun with other people- anyone really. But slowly as time passed she realised that she’d been given a second chance, and she wasn’t going to let this one go wrong.

So she invested all of her time and effort into her son, hoping that he’d have a better life than the son that was stolen for her. But she still was an agent for the Railroad; she still was the General of the Minutemen, and she did have to leave once in awhile.

As soon as Shaun saw his mother he went running towards her, throwing his blackened arms around his mother, hugging her tightly around the waist.

“What’s happened here Shaun?” Sole asked, shocked at the sight of the child. Soot and ash covered his whole body, slightly reminding Sole of a chimney sweeper from a pre-war film she remembered. He looked as if he’d barely survived a fire.

Sole didn’t have a chance to stop Shaun before he’d made off across the settlement- she quickly followed behind, nodding to various people as she went. Shaun ran into the mess hall before stopping her, blocking the entrance. Sole smelt burning.

“Stop mother” Sole moved Shaun to the side, before heading into the room, shocked at the sight that lay before her.

The cooking station was nearly burnt down to a crisp- a mouldy looking foam spread across what looked to be fire marks. Someone had clearly set something on fire- and tried to use a pre-war extinguisher. Hancock was stood holding the extinguisher in his hands, the foam covering his coat, some of it even soaking through to his shirt and trousers.  

Sole turned to the seating area, spotting Curie and Nick staring intently at a old tin cake tray, some sort of gloop in the tray that looked a wrong shade of brown- Sole was sure that it was supposed to be a cake of some sorts.

Towards the end of the room Danse and Deacon stood bickering about something- upon moving so that Sole could see the wall, she saw a sign that misspelt out ‘Happy Mohter’s Day’. Both the men turned to her in what looked like shame.

In the centre of the destruction- or room, whatever you want to call it- stood the most perfect thing. A brightly coloured in (in childlike colouring and writing) card, ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ scrawled on the front, a drawing of a woman and child underneath. A bunch of randomly picked flowers sat next to the card, and sat down at the table sat Shaun.

Shaun had his head in his hands, and when Sole got close enough she could hear the weeping coming from the child.

She sat next to him on the bench and pulled him to sit on her lap, tucking his head into her chest. The room quickly quietened at the sight, all the adults heart’s breaking for the child.

“I want… wanted…” Sole rocked the child in her arms, listening to what he was trying to say in between his sobs.

“I wanted it to be perfect”

Sole’d heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She’d worked out that this was a mother’s day thing- something that she hadn’t expected at all. With her son in her arms she looked around at her friends in the room.

They’d tried so hard- a cake and decorations, just for her. But Sole didn’t need all that. She just needed her son and her friends.

“It is perfect baby” She whispered into his hair, kissing him before tightening the hug.