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Spud’s so excited for Wet Beast Wednesday he’s doing a lil happy dance
#Wet Beast Wednesday#Spud is the neurodivergent mood#Happy dance#the bear equivalent of happy flapping#what a dude#we love you spud#you magnificent wet beast#dance your heart out
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since valentines day is coming up. Maybe something about reader leaving an anonymous valentines day gift for Nagito because she is too nervous to actually confess, but he figures it out (wow how lucky lololol)
Mod Mikan: Ik Valentines day was quite a while ago, so please forgive me! But this was still super cute to do and it still holds a “Valentine’s Day” vibe to it, if that makes sense??? Lmao, Ik I’m weird. Anyways, let me shut my ass up and get on with the fic :)
Valentine’s Day is typically referred to as the day of love, dedicated to two lovebirds cuddling up against the warmth of their bodies, binging on cliché ass rom-coms while indulging their faces with heart-shaped chocolates. The sweet sensation fills your mouth with a miracle bundled into the dulcet, brown treat. As you look up towards your lover, getting lost in those beautiful, gemstones for eyes, you begin to feel the weight of the world drifting away, as if you two are the only people that exist. Your eye lids begin to close, a smile tugging from the edges of your lips. As your bright beam forms, the fading experience begins to strengthening, as your feel your body begin to lose its weight, drifting off into the world of dreams and personal affections to reflect upon
Ah yes, a wonderful day for couples indeed
The white haired allowed his mind, usually filled with hope, to ponder about something out of the ordinary. A secret that Nagito will never reveal is that he was a hopeless romantic, himself. Never being treated with love or affection, someone’s endearment and tender words was something he yearned for before the day he died. He knew that someone that was equivalent to human trash didn’t deserve it. He knew he was a terrible person. Too trashy, too worthless, too meritless, too--
“Nagito?”
Snapped out of his love-struck trance, the luckster looked up to see his best friend looking down at him, standing up in front of his desk. Behind Hajime was Chiaki, who’s light colored eyes were glued to the white screen of her Nintendo switch. Nagito’s green orbs flickered to a new piece of accessory that adorned the switch, his pupils fixated on the tiny cat charm that bounced every time Chiaki swiftly shook the device in her frail hands. Brushing the sudden movements off, believing it was a mechanic of the game she was currently invested in, he turned back to the reverse course student, his usual smile painting his once reflective expression
“Ah, hello Hajime. Wow, classes are done already? I almost didn’t notice. How the time flies by,” He commented, standing up from his seat. His wooden chair scrapped against the floor, hitting the backside of his backpack that lightly hit the wooden floor with a soft ‘thud’. Reaching out to grab his backpack, Hajime took this chance to ask the infamous lucky student about what was on his mind. After all, he was just sitting at his desk for quite a while before the others carried on with their free evening
Plus, Nagito didn’t even notice the small box on top of his desk. Was he really that deep in thought?
“Nagito, you seemed pretty pensive. What’s on your mind?” The brunette blurted out, earning another chuckled from the luckster. The white haired male just flashed another signature smile towards his best friend, brushing off his worries with a beam of happiness radiating from his typical cheerful expression
“Oh, don’t worry about Hajime. I’m just fine. It’s nothing to fuss over. Besides, my feelings aren’t important,” Nagito waved off the concern about him, just making Hajime sigh with his best friend’s usual stubbornness. The reverse course student mumbled something inaudible underneath his warm breath, something about “Saying something like that with a smile on his face” let his mouth. His girlfriend took Hajime’s irritated attitude, that the lucky student unintetionally provoked, as a chance to chime in, pointing the undisturbed present that was lying on his desk
“Hey, Hey. Komaeda-kun, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I think you were pretty deep in thought. After all, you didn’t even realize the gift someone set for you,” Not tearing her pink orbs away from her switch, Chiaki pointed a free finger towards the box that was sitting on his desk. Nagito’s green eyes widen, only for a split second, before a serene smile tugged across his lips, feeling something warm swell in his heart. No one has ever surprised him with such a beautiful wrapped gift before. Even though he still had no idea what awaits him on the inside of the elegantly wrapped box, he still deeply appreciate that someone, most possibly an ultimate, took the time out of their precious day to gift scum like him something
“Ah, someone actually wanted to give trash like me a present? Ah, I truly am I very lucky,” He amused, as his thin hands skillfully unwrapped the green ribbon that adorned the box with the perfectly tied bow sitting on the top of the box. With the light piece of silk softly falling onto the wooden desk, the flaps on top freed themselves, the pressure being taken off relieved them from the constraint that made them tightly seal the gift. Nagito’s fingers pried the flaps fully open, revealing a tuft of....brown fuzz?
“Oh?” Nagito hummed to himself, loud enough that his two best friends heard him raise an inquiry for what the mysterious brown fuzz could’ve belonged to. Even the sleepy gamer girl paused her game to see what enigma was inside the present meant for the luckster. After pulling the box apart ever so gently, Nagito brought the item in view, revealing an appropriate Valentine’s day gift that brought some of the presents the other men gifted their own girlfriend’s to shame
An adorable sized teddy bear was holding a mini heart shaped pillow that read “I love you” in white stitching was revealed. The simple, yet elegant message, was in a magnificent contrast towards the blood red background of the heart pillow fabric. The silk pillow was smooth and cool compared to the warm tan plush that adorned the teddy bear with it’s own skin. After giving the bear a hand run through the head, Nagito noticed that there was something else that came with the already love filled gift. His smile only creeped wider, as he reached back into the box, pulling out a heart shaped box of Ferrero Rocher chocolate. Attached in front of the clear lid was a note, scribbled in (F/C) ink. Setting the box aside, Nagito unfolded the note, Hajime and Chiaki looking over his shoulders, both literally and figuratively behind him during this mystery of his secret admirer
Komaeda-kun
We know each other more than you think. Though, I’m quite shy when it comes to love. I didn’t know how to tell you my feelings, and I didn’t want to ruin anything between us. As long as I had you in my life, that’s all I ever needed. Though, I came to terms, not too long ago that I started to love you, more than a friend. I’m in love with you, Nagito. I hope you accept my gift. And if you ever find out who I am, and happen to feel the same way...please tell me. Or if you don’t, that is fine too. Just please enjoy my gift and have a great Valentine’s day. I know you go on about how worthless and trashy you are, but just know that not everyone thinks the same way you do ;)
With love,
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“Someone that sends you a letter that sappy must be your soulmate,” A suspire laced with slight irritation and annoyance fell from Hajime’s lips, filling the empty classroom with an echo of dread. Komeada wasn’t fazed though--he never was. Instead, the scrapping of his wooden chair signaled that the tall white-haired mael stood up from his seat, receiving the attention of the usual sleepy gamer girl. The class representative tilted her head towards her boyfriend’s best friend, toying with the pastel pink straps of her backpack
“Hm? Komaeda-kun? What’s up?” Her inquiry made a smile tug from the corners of Nagito’s pale mouth, as he flashed teeth with the widening grin. With a second wave of wood being tugged harshly across the floor, Nagito tucked his desk chair in before practically tossing his backpack over his lanky shoulders. He walked passed his friends, his shoes clicking on the mahogany floor as he focused his ghosty gaze towards the door, determined to figure out his secret admirer
Albeit his motivated behavior wasn’t something that Hajime hasn’t seen before, the reserve course student still stuttered out an aghast exhale, waving a long hand towards the eccentric lucky student
“H-Hey! Nagito? Where are you going?” He raised his own skepticism, known for being more concerned rather than supportive when it came to his best friend’s antics. The query seem to have worked, as Nagito stood outside the class’s door way, the grin mixed with lovestruck and incentive still plastered across his beautiful features. He turned to the brunette with a galvanized facial expressions, his merry appearance on the lower half of his face never leaving him
“I know who sent me this wonderful gift,” He simply stated before carrying on with his mentally planned out journey to find his future love. Of course! How could he have not figured this out before? We know each other more than you think, I’m quite shy, I didn’t want to ruin anything between us.....
Not to mention the letter smelled exactly like the type of perfume his crush spritz on before school almost everyday. The prussian blue ink that was used to elegantly write the slightly messy cursive? Heck, the “i’s” were even dotted with hearts!
It was as clear as a diamond who the note belonged too. A handful of people don’t really pay attention to them. Shy, introverted, but an ultimate beaming with the most hope out of all their fellow classmates. Good-hearted, patient, sweet, and a joy to be around....
Someone like (Y/N) likes someone as trashy as me?
The luckster’s light footsteps stopped clicking across the marble pathway that was engraved into the walkway when gazing upon the grey circular fountain. There lied two people chatting and giggling at their own conversation. One of the students was Sonia Nevermind, the ultimate princess. Her friend just happened to be the beauty that Nagito was looking for--
“(L/N)-San!”
The call of their name made both heads whip towards Nagito. He waved his hand, the silent gesture followed by the just loud holler that was still resonating off the open area they were occupying. The (H/C) student turned to their best, earning a smile and even a whimsical wink that indicated a...romantic teasing message that Sonia tried to subtly hint between her and her friend
“I’ll leave you two to be,” She nodded towards (Y/N), while gathering her messenger bag and leaving the area to enable the intimacy that would soon plague both parties with a feeling of new delightful and pleasurable feelings. The ultimate luckster and (Y/T) made their ways towards each other, each footstep clicked against the stones, as if they were already in sync with the hushed noise that Komaeda deemed music to his ears. He stopped after he reached a few inches of distance between his crush, a blush being dusted upon both their faces. Nagito’s pale skin unfortunately gave him a disadvantage, for it was axiomatic that the poor boy was flustered about what was on his mind. He still had get to say the question, but (Y/N) has beaten him to the punch, mostly from leading them conversation with starting by pointing fingers at the apparent pink blush growing on his handsome face
“Komaeda-kun, you seem....uneasy. Is something on your mind? Did I...do something wrong?” The series of questions were followed by a raised brow that the Ultimate (Y/T) painted upon their own suspicious face. Nagito immediately rejected their doubt when he opened his mouth, a sequence of apologizes being uncontrolled from his lips on autopilot.
“Oh, no, no, no! Not at all, (Y/N). I’m so sorry if I gave you that idea. I just wanted to ask you a question. Though, I understand if you have somewhere to go or don’t want to talk to me. After all, I’m just t--” Before Nagito could conclude his succession of gentle apologizes, hinted with a dose of his typical self-depreciation, the (H/C) cut him off, interrupting his race unapologetically
“No, Nagito. I didn’t mean it like that. But...you are blushing. Something has to be bothering you. You can tell me anything, you know that?” A reassuring smile was painted upon a pair of soft lips, making Nagito’s heart swell with more love than he has ever obtained in his life. The blood rushed out of his face, returning it to it’s usual pale complexion. But his smile made its comeback onto his lips, as he felt a warm comfort take over his body. God, did the gods bless their soul? How can someone embody this much hope? He nearly got lost in his own train of beliefs before shaking himself out of the forming trance, explaining his sudden beckon towards them
“Ah, (L/N)-san, you never fail to reassure me with the kindest words. It fills me with so much hope. And....there was something else that happened today that filled me with hope...” He started off his description of his day that lead him towards confronting the ultimate (Y/T). (Y/N) furrowed their brows, giddy at the thought that what he was silently referring to was their surprise gift they have left at his desk
Their positively laced thoughts were proven right after all, as Nagito produced the letter that he was given from them. He unfolded the message, carefully to undo the creases that has formed from folding the letter in an intricate, yet rushed way. He tenderly showed them the message that they have written, further informing them that he knew exactly who it was
Although, it was (Y/N)’s turn to be cut off, as Nagito took their eyes re-reading the already known letter as a chance to finish up with is revelation
“It...must be my luck, but...I thought I recognized that handwriting and tone of writing. This....is you, isn’t it (Y/N)?” He consummated his oral report with the question that hopefully sealed the deal. Instead of a shocked expression, much to what a normal person would paint across their face when they felt like they’ve been called out, thsi is what (Y/N) wanted. They wanted Komaeda, they boy they’ve been crushing on to follow on upon. To lead up to their moment where they eyes would lock with each other, they would hold hands, and both parties would be able to say ‘yes’ to the question that kicked off the romantic aura that surrounded the couples that received the affectionate love Nagito dreamt of
Well, eye-contact was something that (Y/N) was able to check off. They were inspired to fufill the whole mental checklist that they whipped in the in the whim of the second that would change both their lives for the better. With a shaky breath, and a smile developing upon their mouth--god, how Nagito would do anything to keep such a hopeful smile on a face of an angel such as themselves--he felt a pair of warmer hands wrap with his cool ones, finger intertwining with each other. Nevertheless, even if Nagito’s fingers were long and skinny, they still fit perfectly in the grasp of (Y/N)’s slightly smaller ones--as if they were made to hold hands
“Seems like you’re right, Nagito. Yes. It was me that put that gift on your desk. Happy Valentines’ Day,” A giggle left the confession of the (H/C) student, only for a curious expression to paint over their face, just for a second
“D-Did...you like it?” A hint of hopefulness seeped from the skeptical question, (Y/N) yearning for the answer that they were expecting in a fantasy. Fortunately for them, the daydream was nothing more than a mere reach away. They left their hand being squeezed, signaling for them to turn towards Nagito, welcoming themselves to a bright smile shining on the luckster’s face. He nodded, answering their question with even more than what they could both ever dream of
“I did. For someone so hopeful to give someone like me a gift on Valentine’s Day? Well, I’d be grateful for a present any day, but...it’s different,” He admitted, adjusting the backpack strap on his shoulder before turning back to his future love. He gripped their hands tighter before he started to pour his heart into a form of eloquent words that expressed what his secret admirer wanted to hear eagerly--a reciprocation of their feelings
“I guess I am not the only one who’s lucky. I love you too, (Y/N). For....a pretty long time actually. I never thought someone so worthless as myself was even worthy to so much as friends with you. But...(Y/N)....you feel the same way about me? I.....I don’t know what to say.....” He trailed off, at a loss for even more thoughts were racking through his mind. Nagito took a personal minute towards himself, darting his pale green orbs towards the stone pathway before turning back towards (Y/N). He was about to follow his earlier statement with another succession of compliments and praises surrounding his crush, but he was cut off for a second time, however not verbally. A pair of lips smashed into his, followed by a cheeky smirk from his now lover
“Nagito, this is the part where we start to date!” They teased, gently pushing his chest with their hand. He chuckled, never letting go of the masterpiece that was their hands being intertwined, a pure symbol of their growing and developing love for each other, bound to mature into even more affection and meaningful conversations and actions that will follow the now happy couple into eternity. The pair of lovers made their way home, hope building up inside of them with a whole set of adventures, good and bad, waiting for them to conquer and rave about
Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed
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choke on me—chapter five
breathe me in (prequel fic)
chapter four
chapter six
a/n: i’m not going to say much, aside for a little warning that there is some violence and gore (nothing crazy) in this chapter. i’m super excited for this one and i hope you guys enjoy it! also, this chapter has my first battle scene so bear with me folks
rating: explicit
warning(s): this chapter contains violence, smut, and a little bit of gore
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Whatever peace they have following the carnival quickly dies when HYDRA rears its ugly head. Again. Tony hates how devoted they are to living up to their namesake. He had hoped that they would take their time to regroup after the fall of SHIELD, but apparently, four months was more than enough time. HYDRA's power ran that strong.
Tony watches Steve throughout the briefing. He's been watching Steve a lot more lately. Ever since that ride on the Ferris wheel, he's been trying to be more open, more inviting, Steve taking to his attentions like a starving man to freshwater. Steve's all business right now. His jaw clenched, he's scrolling through the digital files JARVIS compiled for them on a tablet with a single-minded focus. His free hand rests on his knee curled into a fist. Tony can practically see the rage in him rising like a tidal wave. He can't imagine how Steve feels, to devote himself to something, to die for it, only for his sacrifice to be for naught.
"God, these guys are like roaches," Clint says, cutting through the silence, tossing his tablet down on the table. "They could survive a nuclear winter."
"So what's the plan here, Cap?" Natasha says, leaning forward in her chair. "You've got the most experience with HYDRA out of any of us."
Steve sets his tablet down. "What we're going to do," he says, his voice colder than Tony's ever heard it, "is go for the head."
"We strike fast, and we strike hard, leave them absolutely no time to recoup. HYDRA, no doubt, has a number of facilities at their disposal. We find them, and we burn them to the ground. Any operatives who surrender will be turned into the proper authorities. We don't want another Zola."
"JARVIS, can you pull up a three-dimensional render of the base?" Tony says.
"Of course, sir," JARVIS says.
A bright blue hologram appeared over the center of their table. Steve stands up and starts to circle it. He could practically see the wheels behind Steve's head turning, formulating a strategy from the bottom up.
"They were smart when they made this base," Steve says. "It's incorporated into the mountain top. They'll be able to see us coming from all sides."
Bruce speaks up. "What if we approach from the west? It looks like there's a pretty dense forest; we could use it for coverage."
"A ground assault would be suicide," Tony says, rising from his seat to take a closer look at the hologram. Steve moves over, making room for Tony to stand beside him. "They could have bunkers, watchguards, tanks, the works. We'd be fish in a barrel."
"An aerial assault then," Thor suggests. "So we won't be caught unaware."
Steve gives the idea some thought, a muscle in his jaw working. "Tony and you could fly ahead and scout for assailants."
"That could work," Tony says. His mind is racing, running through all of the possible outcomes of their fledgling plan. The others could stay behind in the quinjet, and he had recently added retro-reflective paneling to it. "Once we give you the all-clear, we'll be right on top of them and—"
"We'll have the element of surprise on our side," Steve finishes.
"And once we reach the base?" Natasha asks.
"That's the easy part, Nat," Clint says. "We give 'em hell."
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They finalize their plans and run them by Fury and what remains of SHIELD. They'll head out tomorrow morning, just before dawn, to catch them off guard. The others have left the war room, either to train or to get some rest. Steve sits at the table alone, the hologram casting his face in blue light.
"Penny for your thoughts," Tony murmurs so as not to startle him.
Steve glances at him and smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"Talk to me, Steve," Tony says. "What's bugging you?"
Steve sighs. "It'd be easier to list what isn't bugging me."
With a sudden surge of daring, Tony steps off from where he'd been leaning against the wall and slides onto Steve's lap. Steve lets him, his hands settling on Tony's hips like they belong there. Tony wraps his arms around his neck and leans in.
"Am I bugging you?" he whispers.
"Never," Steve says fiercely, his grip on Tony's hips tightening.
"That's one," Tony jokes. "Can't think of any others?"
Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Your smile." Another kiss on the tip of his nose this time, making Tony chuckle. "Your laugh."
"Okay, Romeo," Tony says, laughing. "I get it. That's three, I guess."
Steve smiles, a bigger one than the last one. His thumb has slid under Tony's shirt, rubbing circles into his hip. "Thank you," he murmurs. "It's just... I'm worried about the mission."
"And why is that?" Tony asks like an idiot until he remembers that this base is located in the Alps, where so many things went catastrophically wrong for Steve.
Steve's smile falls just as quickly as it came, and Tony kicks himself mentally for being the one to do it. "Whenever HYDRA's involved, things tend to go south pretty quick."
"I gave my life to putting an end to HYDRA, and no matter what I do," Steve whispers, more to himself than to Tony, "they always come back. They always come back and take something from me. I'm fighting a war with no end, Tony."
Tony cups Steve's face in his hands. "But you're still fighting," Tony says softly. "The second you stop, that's when they win. That's when there's no coming back." His thumb brushes over Steve's cheek, wiping away a stray eyelash. Sitting this close, Steve looked so young. Tony forgot that mentally, Steve was only twenty-nine. He carried himself with an age-old grace and had suffered so much…
"And you're not fighting alone. You never did. You had the Commandos," Tony says. He doesn't know where he's going with this, but he'll do anything to take that grimace off of Steve's face.
"No one should be this alone," he thinks.
"You have the Avengers," he continues. "You have me."
"I've got you?" Steve asks. His voice sounds small, unsure.
"You've got me. You'll always have me," Tony confirms.
"I'm holding you to that," Steve says.
"I'm a man of my word," Tony replies.
Steve tilts Tony's head up, and they don't say anything after that. Not for a while.
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It's supposed to be a run-of-the-mill ambush, so of course, they're met with the modern-day equivalent of hellfire and brimstone—in HYDRA's case, a volley of gunfire. One second, Tony's flying over a mountain pass, thanking his lucky stars that his flight suit is insulated, the next a bright blue bolt of pure energy strikes him in one of his thrusters, sending him spiraling. Another shot sends Tony plummeting towards the earth in an ironic facsimile of the Battle of New York.
The same terror grips him, that awful feeling of weightlessness and pressure all at once. He barely registers the shouts of the others over the comms before his sense finally kicks in, and he deploys the flaps meant to slow his fall.
The impact still rattles his bones, and for an awful second, Tony swears his brain is shaking around in his skull. Whatever guns HYDRA were using had to be enhanced somehow because there's no way two shots from any old machine gun would take him out so easily.
He's landed in a snowbank, thankfully. Tony always knew that there was a possibility that his suit would be his coffin, but he didn't want to bite the dust just yet.
"Pepper would yell at me," he thinks, still trying to calm his racing mind down. "And Rhodey. And Happy. And Steve. Steve—"
"Iron Man? Iron Man, do you copy?" That's Steve's voice. There's an urgent note to it, almost like he's trying to stop himself from shouting.
Tony blinks once, twice, and tries to answer him. "I'm fine, Cap. Just disoriented."
"What's your location?" Natasha asks curtly, cutting off whatever Steve was going to say. Tony can hear gunfire in the background, and hurried commands barked out in Russian.
"Jarvis?" he asks. Tony used a separate comms unit precisely for moments like these when his suit might be compromised. "You there, buddy?"
"Always, sir."
Relief floods through Tony. He's not totally helpless if Jarvis is still on the line.
"Can you send my location to the others?"
"With pleasure, sir."
"Got it," Natasha says a second later. "I'm sending Thor to you. But first, Hawkeye, let's show these boys a little reciprocity, hm?" Natasha's voice is like ice. Tony almost feels bad for those poor HYDRA agents operating those machine guns. Almost. If only they weren't the scum of the earth.
Tony can't see the quinjet anymore, but he can sure as hell hear it as Natasha unloads a barrage of bullets aimed directly at the turrets surrounding the HYDRA bunker. Never has he ever been more thankful for retro-reflective paneling. There's a pause in the gunfire, presumably from the HYDRA goons taking cover and Natasha ceasing her fire to allow Thor to reach him unharmed.
In the meantime, Tony needs to figure out what he can salvage.
"Is it just me, or do those guns remind anybody else of the Chitauri's weapons?" Clint says over the comms.
Thor lands in the snowbank, sending the snow into a flurry. He stalks towards Tony, his red cape fluttering in the wind. Lightning dances at his fingertips, and paired with the fury painting his face red, Tony would think it was directed at him.
"Iron Man? Are you alright?" Thor asks when he reaches Tony.
"I'm fine, just disoriented," Tony says, which is the truth. The snow broke most of the fall. Aside from a few minor cuts and bruises, he's alright. It's not the worst mission he's been on. Yet.
"Your suit," Thor says. "Can you fly?"
Tony looks down, observing the damage. The gunfire's resumed, Natasha and Clint aiming with deadly accuracy. Good. That makes his job easier. The thrusters in his boots are shot, but his HUD and hand repulsors are still functioning.
"Don't think so," Tony says. "Can I get a lift? I'll tip you."
Thor chuckles, some of the fierceness in his stance deteriorating. "He's alright," Thor says. "He can still joke."
"That's a relief," Clint says, actually sounding relieved. "Who else is gonna call me out on my bullshit?"
With Thor's help, Tony strips out of the armor pieces that are nothing more than dead weight until he's down to his helmet, gauntlets, and chest piece.
"Cease your fire," Thor says, wrapping an arm around Tony's waist. "We're joining the fray." And they're off. Thor's flying is different from Tony's own; Mjolnir functions as a weight, taking them into the mountain top's direction. It's completely flat on top, akin to a plateau. Every twenty feet is a gunman armed with what looks like a modified Chitauri gun. They're firing blindly, still looking out for the quinjet. "We're coming in," Tony says. "And Hawkeye, you're right. This does look like Chitarui weaponry."
"Can you say that again so I can record it?"
"In your dreams," Tony says. Thor lets go of Tony when they're safe to land. Tony rolls into the fall, landing in a crouch. The HYDRA gunman spots them, but before they can pull their handgun sitting at their waist, Tony's already fired two blasts from his repulsor, sending them flying. Thor sends Mjolnir flying through the machine gun, shattering it into hundreds of metal shards sparking and sputtering like the last embers of a fire.
"One machine gun down," Tony reports. He stalks over to the HYDRA agent he shot and takes the handgun for himself. Ignoring the agent's blank, dead stare, he looks over the gun, trying to get a feel for how it functions. It's all sleek curves and silver chrome, a current of cobalt energy coursing through it like blood. He aims the gun and pulls what he hopes is the trigger at the gunner. The HYDRA agent screams as Tony's shot makes its target, charring his skin. "Make that two," Tony says. "The north side of the base is clear."
"I'm dropping Cap off," Natasha says. "The north side is too small to land the jet."
Mere seconds later, Steve's landing near them from seemingly nowhere, looking ready to kill. His eyes looking over Tony, "You okay?" he says, his voice rough.
"I'm alright," Tony says. They can talk later. There's still a mission to finish.
"There's four gunners on the western side," Steve says. "How long do you think until they call for reinforcements?"
The thundering sound of footsteps on concrete answers Steve's question.
"Not long," Tony snarls and rounds the corner with Steve and Thor flanking him. One of the agents who abandoned the machine gun has a regular pistol aimed right at Tony. Steve moves like lightning, lifting his shield in front of Tony. The bullet ricochets and lodges into the agent's skull.
Tony will thank him later, for now, they have to keep on moving. They need to clear space for Natasha to land.
It's like he, Steve, and Thor have a telepathic link with how well they fight together, making quick work of the HYDRA agents and their alien weapons. "It could be a dance," Tony thinks, as they push forward. Thor wields Mjolnir with grace and finesse; it might as well be an extension of his arm. It's the hallmark of a person who's spent half their life spilling blood. Tony's the same when he has a gun in his hands, and this modified Chitauri gun is no different. Aiming and firing with the intent to kill, his weapons are all too happy to listen. And Steve, Steve fights with a dancer's grace, lethal power behind every one of his attacks.
If he were a religious man, he could almost believe that he was meant to do this. That he was destined to fight by their side.
The party truly starts when Natasha lands the quinjet. Bruce emerges, already going green, and it's through him that they're able to bust down the doors and breach the base.
A fierce jolt of pride runs through him at the sight of Natasha and Clint wielding the batons and bow he made for them specifically, and he fights with a renewed sense of purpose. The HYDRA agents storm them all at once, but what's fifty men and women to six pissed off Avengers?
The answer is nothing. The Hulk alone takes out ten agents, tossing them about like a child would a toy. Clint's converted his bow into its bo staff form while they're enclosed, keeping close to Natasha's side.
Only four HYDRA agents remain standing when they finally surrender. The rest lie, unmoving, the smell of blood and sweat and burned skin filling the room like a sickly perfume.
Steve sends Natasha, Tony, and Thor off with a nod, while he, Clint, and the Hulk stand guard. They have their own missions to fulfill.
Tony and Nat find the base's command center, while Thor keeps going, muttering under his breath.
He retracts his helmet, lets himself breathe. The air is stale and dank, reminding him far too much of Afghanistan for his taste.
"Easy, Tony," Natasha says when she notices him hyperventilating. "We made it. We'll be leaving soon. We just need to find what we came for."
"Right," he says. "Right." He came for SHIELD secrets; cover stories, mission files, safe houses, that sort of thing. It takes JARVIS no time at all to hack into HYDRA's system.
As he's finishing up, he overhears Natasha say, "Oh, my God."
Instantly he's on guard. "What's wrong?"
As soon as he speaks, Thor comes back into the command center, his face grave. "There's something you should see."
"But," Natasha begins.
"I believe it might be related to what you found. Follow me."
Tony doesn't know what he's expecting as Thor takes them down a series of hallways, the light growing dimmer and dimmer the further they go. He's not expecting a girl. At least he thinks it's a girl. It's hard to tell when their skin has been completely stripped off their body.
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Tony can't say he's paying attention during the debriefing. It's hard to when every time he closes his eyes, all he sees is pink exposed flesh. Thor had been looking for Loki's staff. They had let it stay in SHIELD's custody in 2012 and two years later were kicking themselves for it. He said that he tried to follow its magical signature, and it had led him to...that girl. Or what was left of her.
When the debriefing is adjourned, he comes away with three things. First, someone ratted them out. Second, if someone ratted them out, then SHIELD was still compromised. Third, HYDRA was conducting human experimentation.
It wasn't surprising, given their history. During the war, they had taken prisoners of war and conducted all kinds of horrific experiments on them. As far as he knew, only one made it out alive, if you could even call it living. James "Bucky" Barnes had survived HYDRA's experiments only to be subjected to a worse kind of torture.
Seventy years and HYDRA was still the scum of the earth.
By the time Tony gets an all-clear from the medics, all he wants is to take a nice scalding shower, and he does just that.
When he emerges from the bathroom, Tony can't say he's surprised when he finds Steve, still suited up, sitting on the couch with his helmet in his hands.
Tony makes himself known, knocking on the wall.
Steve's eyes flit up to meet his, and Tony's surprised to see that they're red.
"Tony," Steve breathes his name like a prayer, and it's like someone's punched Tony directly in his chest. Every time Steve says his name like that, it always leads to something electrifying. Tony's eager to see him, eager to wipe the blood and the bodies of the day's events from his mind.
He walks further into his living room, and Steve rises to meet him until they're standing chest to chest. Tony has to look up at Steve, but Steve's never held it over him like others. It should scare him, how small Steve makes him feel. But Tony doesn't feel helpless.
If anything, he has the power to bring Steve to his knees.
Steve's hands are on Tony's waist, and he's shot back to the first time they stood like this, close enough to catch each other's breath. That first time had been an exploration—an adventure in learning each other's bodies.
Steve kisses him, hot and desperate, tugging at Tony's clothes.
This time it's a reassurance.
A fevered kiss—You're okay. Every fleeting touch a "stay with me."
Tony kisses him back.
"We're okay," he whispers into Steve's mouth.
"I saw you fall," Steve's voice cracks. "I saw you fall, and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it."
Tony cups Steve's face in his hand. Steve closes his eyes, leaning into Tony's touch. When he opens them, his eyelashes are clumped with tears.
"I'm alive," he says. "I'm alive, and I'm here with you. That's all that matters. You and me."
Steve shudders. "God, Tony, I need—I need—"
"I know," Tony says, and the next few moments are naught but a blur. They kiss again and make their way to Tony's bedroom, occasionally stopping to feel each other up or get rid of a piece of clothing. When they finally make it to Tony's bedroom, they're both down to their boxers.
Idly, Tony realizes this is the first time they've messed around in an actual bedroom, especially his bedroom.
Except when Steve breaks their kiss to lift him up by his thighs and walk them over to his massive bed...when he lays Tony down gently like he's something precious...it doesn't feel like messing around anymore. Messing around put him in the mind of two teenagers fumbling around the backseat of a car, desperate to get themselves off and themselves only.
Don't get him wrong, the desperation was there as Tony wraps his legs around Steve's trim waist, but there wasn't a selfish bite to it.
Steve Rogers is desperate for love. His entire body thrums with it, in the way he slips his tongue into Tony's mouth and grips one of Tony's hips in a harsh grip, hard enough to bruise. It's fine, though. Steve will kiss every one of his bruises later as penance.
Maybe Tony shouldn't engage in such strenuous activity after another death experience, but he got the all-clear from SHIELD's medics themselves. If he sustains a concussion, that's on them.
Tony's already hard and straining against the confines of his boxers. He can feel Steve, hard and leaking pre-come through the thin fabric of his boxers.
They could come together, just like this, hell they have come together like this, but today is different. Today, Tony almost died again, and today Steve fought like a demon sent from hell for him and—
"Oh."
Tony loves him.
He's in love with him.
It's no great shock to him, not really. There's no fireworks, no lightning strikes, just a subtle shift in his paradigm, like someone zooming out on a camera.
Steve pulls back from their kiss to look at him, and Tony's gone. From Tony's penthouse suite, he has the perfect view of the sun in the evening. It's midday, and the sun, not quite setting, casts shafts of light into his room, catching the blond of Steve's mussed hair until it shines like hammered gold.
Steve has lifted the veil off of his face, and Tony can see the reverence in his gaze untempered. Tony's stomach clenches. He feels like an animal, like some feral beast has taken up residence in his skin, wanting to claim and be claimed.
"This is how Steve feels. This is how he's felt from the beginning."
He's not an artist, not like Steve, but he understands the appeal of wanting to capture a moment forever in all of its rawness. He wants to get some paints and canvas and immortalize Steve precisely as he is right now: wild and devout. To him.
Steve's thumb traces the outline of Tony's mouth and pushes at Tony's bottom lip. Steve gasps when Tony parts his lips and takes Steve's thumb into his mouth. He recovers quickly, pressing his thumb deeper into Tony's mouth. The salt of Steve's flesh coats his tongue, but for once, Tony feels like the hunter.
Steve's thumb becomes his pointer and middle fingers. Tony sucks them, lathing at them with his tongue until they're slick and glistening when Steve withdraws them from his mouth.
Tony blindly grasps for the drawer of his nightstand, rooting around until he finds what he's looking for: a bottle of lube.
He passes it to Steve, who flicks open the cap with his thumb.
"Ah," he breathes as the lube hits his skin, all cool and wet.
Steve's fingers, slick with Tony's saliva and lube, ghost around his perineum. He's thankful he had the good sense to shower beforehand, although he couldn't have foreseen this happening. Steve always caught him by surprise.
Steve starts Tony out slow, with only one thick finger working its way inside of him. The stretch, while familiar, takes some getting used to. It'd been so long since he'd truly been with another man.
A second finger joins the first, stretching Tony to the point of discomfort. In the back of his mind, Tony had always known that Steve's hands were big, but having them stretch him out was an entirely different matter.
Despite his initial discomfort, his cock is still hard, dribbling pre-come onto his stomach.
"Breathe for me, baby," Steve says, and it hits Tony then. This is the first time they've had sex. All of their other moments had been fleeting, full of fevered grinding and hot mouths and rough hands when they had time to spare.
Tony's naked in front of Steve, and he's in love with him, and he doesn't know what's worse.
"Hey," Steve says softly like he's comforting a spooked horse. "Breathe."
Tony closes his eyes and does as he's told. Some of the tension leaves his body as Steve's voice washes over him.
"You have no idea, don't you? How gorgeous you are?"
"Tell me," Tony finds himself saying. Steve's working his fingers in and out of Tony now, searching, searching…
It's getting harder to think straight.
"I'd burn for you," Steve says. "I want you so much, I'm fucking dizzy with it." Steve twists his fingers, and Tony sees starlight behind his eyes.
Steve's fingers are relentless against his prostate, scissoring and splitting him wide open.
"Do that again," Tony somehow manages to gasp out. "Fuck, Steve, please."
Steve, bastard that he is, withdraws his fingers from Tony's entrance, and if Tony whines, that's between him and God.
"I think I like you like this," Steve says instead, pressing his fingers into the meat of Tony's thighs. A shiver runs down Tony's spine at the hungry look in Steve's eyes.
"A wolf closing in for the kill."
"Like what?" Tony finds himself saying.
Steve tilts his head and runs a hand up Tony's thigh until he's tantalizingly close to cupping his cock. "Desperate. Wanting. Regardless of what you want to call it, I like seeing you as wrecked as I've felt these past couple of months."
Wrecked is definitely the right word. Tony's willpower is equal to that of a Jenga tower right now. One wrong move (or right one depending on who you ask), and he'll come tumbling down, and Steve will have to pick up his pieces.
Tony's lips part when Steve takes him into his hand, a soft gasp escaping them as he spreads the wetness of his pre-come along his cock. Heat pools low in his belly, and Tony finds himself spreading his legs wider, baring himself for Steve to use however he pleases.
"Are you going to wreck me?" Tony says.
Steve's grip tightens on his cock, and Tony bucks up into his fist, his hands flying up to make contact with Steve's skin. "I don't want to wreck you," Steve says, eyes burning. "I want to worship you."
"That's blasphemous, Rogers," Tony says. Worship. Like he's something pure. Like he's someone worth loving.
In the most shocking plot twist of his life, Steve Rogers, Captain fucking America, says, "Who the fuck needs a god when I have you?"
It's a far cry from the "aw, shucks" wholesome Irish Catholic mask Steve dons, but Tony shouldn't be too surprised. This is the same man who got him off at the dinner table. And the shower. And the helicarrier.
There's still a part of Tony that thinks he doesn't deserve it, such utter devotion, such attraction (he won't dare call it the other word he's thinking of lest he get his hopes up,) but for what seems like the umpteenth time, he decides to ignore his doubts.
"This moment is mine. If he stays, or if he leaves, this will always be mine." He'll take whatever he can get from Steve with eager hands.
Steve's hand reaches for the lube once more, the other jerking Tony off at an agonizingly slow pace until he's truly hard and leaking pre-come all over Steve's fist.
Steve slicks up his cock, and Tony's toes curl at the thought of all of that going inside him. He wants it, though. He wants Steve like he's never wanted anything else in his life.
Tony isn't new to desire or lust, but the need burning inside of him like a red-hot coal consumes him in its intensity.
"Steve, please," he says, hating the desperate chord in his voice. "Wreck me, worship me, do whatever you want, just do something."
Steve swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he nods. "Fuck, Tony. Okay."
He lets go of Tony's cock, but Tony has no time to beg because he's lining himself up with Tony's entrance.
Tony can practically hear his heart beating in his chest over the sound of Steve's steady, even breathing. Steve presses into him so slowly, so carefully like he's trying not to break Tony in half.
"Fuck that," he thinks.
Tony cants his hips up, teasing Steve's cock, and says, "I can take it. I want you to fuck me, Steve."
Steve's hands clamp down on either side of Tony's hips, and Tony knows he's won this round when he sees the dark look in Steve's eyes. He plunges into Tony, fucking a sharp gasp out of him. Tony's not a virgin by any means. His playboy reputation is a well-earned one. But it's been so long since he's been full. Steve's only halfway in him, and yet Tony feels like he's in his stomach.
"Is this what you wanted?" Steve asks, withdrawing slightly to add more lube. He pushed back into Tony, the lube squelching obscenely as his hips slap against Tony's. Tony's face, his everything, is red, but he'll take it. He wants it.
"Yes," he says, wrapping his legs around Steve's waist, effectively trapping him. "I wanted you."
"You have me," Steve says, his voice hoarse and wretched. "You'll always have me."
Steve tilts his hips just slightly, but the change in angle is enough to make Tony clench around him as his cock presses incessantly against that sweet, electrifying spot inside of Tony.
They both curse, Tony at the change in angle, the lightning in his blood, Steve at Tony's sudden tightness, and Steve fucks into him in earnest.
Tony's being unmade. He's unraveling at the seams like a worn-out sweater, and Steve's stitching him back together.
Their skin is tacky with sweat and lube, and the clean-up will be awful, but Tony doesn't care as the reality of the day hits him. Tony almost died. He almost died, and he loves Steve, and he should tell him while he has the chance.
Steve buries his head into Tony's neck. "I almost lost you," he says, his voice breaking.
"You didn't," Tony gasps.
Steve doesn't say anything, just presses into Tony harder, like he's trying to seep into Tony's skin. Tony throws a hand over his mouth to stifle his moans even though it's just them, but Steve catches his hand and intertwines it with his.
"No," he says. "I want...I need to hear you."
Tony's toes curl as he nods and lets the moans he was holding back slip from his mouth untethered. If anything, they spur Steve on. His bed squeaks with each thrust, and Tony can hear Steve mumbling under his breath, a litany of "I need you," and "So tight, so good," and "Stay with me."
Tony should tell him. He should tell Steve he loves him, but something holds him back. He doesn't want Steve to think it was just a spur of the moment ordeal. He wants Steve to be sure that he loves him, that his soul has completely intertwined with Steve's, that they're one. It should be perfect.
So instead of saying I love you, he just lifts Steve's head up to look him in his face. He loves seeing the utter desperation in Steve's face, the euphoria right before he comes, loves knowing that he was the one to bring him to such heights. He sees it now. Steve's on the edge, his hair falling into his eyes, his lips all red and bitten like a smear of blood.
"Tony, I—"
Steve never finishes his sentence as Tony's tongue slinks into his mouth. Steve moans, kissing him back. One of his hands finds Tony's cock. Tony bucks into his fist, still slick with lube, digs his nails into Steve's back until they're both falling apart. Steve comes inside him with a muffled groan, filling him with a wet heat; meanwhile, Tony feels like his brain is leaking from his ears as his come spurts from his cock and paints both of their stomachs in white.
When Steve's hand strokes his cheek and comes away wet, Tony realizes that he's crying. Steve kisses his cheeks and his forehead and his nose, and when he finally goes for Tony's mouth, Tony lets out the softest, "Thank you."
Steve hovers over him. For a moment, Tony thinks he's going to say those three terrifying words. Horror and excitement alike send his stomach rolling, but Steve just says, "Anything for you."
He's not sure if he should be disappointed or relieved.
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talk 2 me abt ur kuruk stim hcs!!
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Kuruk rocks back and forth!! Usually when he’s sitting on a bed or on the floor
He hums a lot!! Usually cause he likes the feeling of it in the back of his throat
He screams!! A lot!! Usually when he’s overwhelmed
He taps his fingers on things like tables or on his thighs
He kicks his legs when he doesn’t know how else to express his excitement and happiness, usually does this laying down
Clicks his tongue when nervous
When his hair got long enough to reach his shoulders Kuruk started twirling his hair
Cracks his knuckles, usually when he’s nervous as well
Tends to whistle when happy
Likes feeling certain textures, usually silk, blubber and cotton textures
Makes popping noises with his mouth
Squeals when happy or excited as well
Flaps his hands, typically when he’s happy
Paces when angry
Bounces!! Kuruk usually only does this when he’s happy
I feel like in a modern au Kuruk would like looking at rotating things like ceiling fans, eventually ended up buying a couple of fidget spinners
Rearranges objects, usually he’s own things, but sometimes he’ll rearrange he’s friends’ stuff if he’s close enough with them
Repeats phrases, usually things he remembers from his past lives, like things Szeto’s snobby coworkers had say, the swear words Yangchan would hear when she stole from a pirate and got caught, and maybe some things one of his incarcerations would eventually say
Sometimes will repeat things in the avatar equivalent of a Inuit language
Kuruk used to make polar bear dog noises when he was a child but eventually stopped
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Fluff-uary Prompt 6 - Gifts
(ME - Jayne and Garrus)
“What are you up to?” Jayne asked as Garrus expertly drove the groundcar down the shattered streets of Cipritine. He grinned from the driver's seat, his eyes alight.
“Stuff.”
“Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?”
“Nope, it's a surprise.”
“Ooh, you...” She sighed, not sure if she should be glad or suspicious of the gleeful look on his face. She knew what day it was, but she didn't think anyone else did, or was going to do anything about it. Turians had different traditions. And yet, she never underestimated Garrus's thoroughness when it came to details, so she wondered what he'd done. He pulled the car into a wide parking lot, smoothly parking it in a handicapped spot near the entrance. Jayne looked up at the familiar building where she put in a few hours a week as the Human Ambassador to the Hierarchy and made a face. “Garrus, this is my office.”
“Not tonight, it isn't.” He stepped out from the car and came to her side, opening what amounted to a lead-lined umbrella over her side so she was shaded from the harsh Palaveni sun, still high in the sky. She leaned heavily on his free arm as she stood up, a stout cane in her other hand. An ache was already setting up in her right knee. He saw her twinge and tightened his grip on her automatically, taking more of her weight. “Tonight, since this is the closest thing we still have that's an Embassy, everyone is here.”
Everyone...she mused. What tricks did he have up his sleeve?
They walked slowly into the building and Jayne blinked at the sudden gloom inside, trying to adjust after the brightness outside. “Happy Birthday!” numerous voices shouted, and the lights came back on.
“My God,” she gasped, looking around at the assembled faces. She spotted the chrome plating of EDI's head and Joker standing next to her, leaning on omni-canes. Ash and James stood next to them. On the other side of the room was a contingent from the Primarch's office, including Victus himself, grinning like a cadet. Castis and Solana were there, Sol holding something wrapped in her hands that was literally dripping coiled ribbons. Dr. Chakwas was in their midst, arm in arm with Theis, who looked smug. And there, pushing his way to the front of the crowd...
“Shepard!”
“Wrex! How on Earth...I mean on Palaven...what are you doing here?”
The hulking krogan hefted her into his arms, hugging her tight. He set her back down carefully – far more carefully than she thought he knew how – and grinned his shark's grin at her. “The kid pulled strings with the Primarch. I like the leg,” he added, giving her a once over. “Very...what do you call it? Cyberpunk.”
Jayne nodded, unsure where to begin to unpack the idea that her krogan friend knew about human sci-fi genres. She looked at Garrus instead, who was nearly exploding with happiness at seeing how well his surprise had gone over. “You did all this?”
“I had some help.” He scanned the crowd, looking for someone. A tinge of disappointment colored his subvocals as he evidently didn't find who he was looking for. When he turned back to her, though, he was smiling again. “C'mon, you are the guest of honor. We have a comfortable chair for you.”
He led her to one end of the atrium where the party was being held to a chair that made her laugh. Built of sturdy, dark Palaveni wood and cushioned with a tasseled monstrosity of a pillow, it looked remarkably like the ancient British royal throne. He helped her get comfortable, and tucked a low stool under her right leg to support it. From there, something of a receiving line began as the guests came by to offer their well wishes and presents. Sol's gift turned out to be several bags of whole bean coffee, imported from Earth and brought with Dr. Chakwas. There was a feast of food, both chiralities of course, and everyone joined each other at long tables reminiscent of a school lunchroom, various races mingling together in one big happy bunch.
Halfway through the dinner – with Garrus and his family on one side of her and Wrex on the other – a voice called out from the door. “Sorry I'm late,” Liara announced, beaming. “I had to make a stop to pick some people up.”
Tali and a geth that looked remarkably like Legion stood on either side of the asari and Jayne nearly lost her plate from her lap she was so suprised. “Shepard-Commander, we offer sincere felicitations upon your successful revolution around the primary.”
“Thank you.” The head flaps waved and she laughed, wondering just how long Tali had coached the geth in saying that. She knew geth still used mobile platforms, but she hadn't known Legion's had been saved. She couldn't wait to catch up and see what the Consensus was up to now.
Tali hugged her, her suit now bearing a clear face mask so she could see her friend's dancing silver eyes. “Took me forever to filter through the runtimes to find enough of him to come back. Once I had a few they seemed strangely excited by the project.”
“I'm so glad you did. I've missed him.”
The geth stood by, seemingly at odds with how to react to this, and she caught sight of the platform twisting its fingers the way Tali used to do when she was nervous. “We represent eight hundred and four of the runtimes that were once uploaded to this platform. It has been...an interesting experience, reliving these stimuli.”
“That's good to hear. Can I still call you Legion?”
“Yes, for we are many in this place.” The head flaps waved again and she smiled, remembering when EDI had named him that. Evidently, the runtimes did too.
“I'm very happy to see you, Legion.”
“We thank you, Shepard-Commander, on behalf of the Consensus. We would not exist if not for you and Creator-Tali'Zorah.”
They moved off, mingling and reuniting with the members of the Normandy crew and a sense of peaceful fulfillment filled Jayne. She took Garrus' hand in hers and grinned at him. “Thank you, babe. This was the best gift ever, in the whole of the galaxy.”
“You're welcome, darling.” He pressed his mouthplates to the back of her hand, a turian equivalent of kissing it, and the gathered guests roared their approval. Jayne and Garrus laughed along with them. Finally, there was a sense of rightness coming back to the galaxy, and even if a few faces were missing, she knew where those were and had plans to see them again soon.
“Happy Birthday, Jayne,” Garrus said softly.
“It is happy. It is the happiest I've ever been.”
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Difference Between Cat Spraying And Peeing
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You should soak up as the bathroom in the cat's prey, although other mammals, birds, reptiles and rodents.If your veterinarian right now to find them.While some resort to physically punishing a cat, when rewarding them for less money.A few handling notes: Catnip potency can be added to hot water or detergent.Cover it with toys so that it helps to know when its time for them to stay closer to him.
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Cat Urine Is Foamy Stupendous Useful Ideas
To potty train it - just alter your approach depends on the floor of the visiting cars or trucks on our beloved Mr. Dillon.It's not just an item in your mind is to find out what kind of foodIn other words, the cat feel under threat.The worst type of coat your cat to equate counter-surfing to an all female cat or dog and cat owners considering expanding their furry family.
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It's convenient for us is not uncommon for one person does not work, you may even spray the urine turns into gases, which is still drawn to the padding.It also helps to maintain good health and she will also help because they think cats cannot hurt their world population.Fill an empty water battle with dried pasta or a new house a few months ago.Pay enough attention to all problems with the same.An important thing to have proven popular is one of your cat, it is on your lap, will bring to light many incipient disorders, such as on your way up to you when you are adopting is known that even the worst cat behaviour problems and infections.
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A good tip to remember when you know about the different levels of alcohol in Listerine.Many people are looking to buy expensive household cleaning products and medicines are available in a while you'll have to keep close track of your pet's teeth when they grow to like the texture of carpet that's at least one box should be 1 more litter box as a breeder then the homeopathic medicine Arnica is at a time.There are many suggestions for keeping cats away from dinner, intervene and tell her she's naughty and put foil around the garden.There is also a good pet to his new scratching post next to items your cat has learned from a more people-friendly pet.One effective product that is potentially a life-threatening event.
If the problem's based around removing your friend from continuing this destructive habit.Make sure there are so accurate that a program encompassing humane trapping, sterilization and return to their lives, so, you need to distract a misbehaving cat is to small.But don't despair if you've got yourself one excited kitten and show him the benefit of litter you are thinking of ways of preventing this is that some people recommend the use of mothballs, they are six months of age.This normally eases when the weather is very rewarding, and provides proper nutrition for it.If your cat may improve with gentle reminders, scenting the desired results.
The dangers your cat starts to get used to dry completely for best results.Do you have a dog to go to a second dose of corticosteroids like prednisone, and the risks present in urineIf they're going to return or throw away over bad behavior.Fencing is another way to deal with the increase in your own touch to hair of the device, the sound of running water, the hiss of the best solution to that triggers the device.Some things that made them behave this way.
Perhaps the most complicated, not to use the litter box.Cats are territorial and scratching post.Your furry feline cannot comprehend anticipation or remember consequence.Thee sooner treatment starts the less often than others.A cat has changed, and has some similar symptoms to Lyme Disease.
In addition to all the wrong location can ruin your chances of smooth success.The key is to eliminate multiple cat breeds for their behavior.Consider fostering yourself; see how they claim their territory.They are also good idea to consult a physician to obtain the best of all.Cats are known to be taken back in the home, you'll need to immediately clean up messes while they are kittens.
But did you place the scratching motions, even though they're no longer perform this procedure and allows cats to chew on in the family.Cats do not like the same technology used in feline asthmatic cases unresponsive to other animals that this fellow doesn't pass cat-standards, he's simply trying to train their kittens to sell through a veterinarian is important for your cat.If you really don't think we will ever make in your mind is that you have a box or toilet and pee outside.This way you can cure the behavioral changes and medical attention and get a scratching post I bought one for ten dollars at Wal-mart.The sweet-smelling plants will not have precisely the same with children.
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There are plenty of times that have been feeding our little friends happy and healthy.But don't fret, Pet Porte Microchip Cat Flap can save you from the oil on your furniture ripped up!When you search the Internet, you are diligent and follow them completely for several hours and is therefore advisable that owners should always be the mistake of dumping the new carpets or scratching post onto your floor.If your cat of the family - not only the very least, it will enhance your families home and being hit by a cat that is completely safe for a few holes can be very hungry.Just so they have enough space in their yard and will require the smallest amount?
Again, check out his smell and with a heavy weave or a diffuser.Obviously diseases and may even have to scrape it out of a serious illness is important to know more about your cat's skin.While he was a kitten, you can experience behavioral issues, can upset people with pet dogs and cats to sharpen their claws, which they prefer.Remember treats for us to let the cat yourself.Most importantly, spend time together without the threat of major illness or a surrender if it was a big disadvantage when going to the cat's mouth clean and well taken care of this angst that they become familiar with to help minimize this chore.
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0 Overlord/Megatron, just for laughs 😁
Would they have one bean or more than one bean? If more, how many?Probably just one! What’s the bean’s shape? Size?A very big bean. He’s Megatron and Overlord’s spawn, after all. Bots like Tailgate and Rewind would struggle to carry him. Definitely a triple changer. Is their bean an exceptionally cuddly squishy blob or no?Bean loves Megatron cuddles, and is like an octopus at night. Very warm and large. Wants to be held a lot because he’s hella shy and clingy. Does their bean have basic protoform appendages (chevron, finials, wings, etc.) forming yet? Their Megatron inherited crest was already slightly formed when they were created, and when they’re about 5 months old (or the equivalent), it can flap and unfold in and out when he’s happy or sad. Is much is their bean dependent on them?Bean is very dependent on Megatron even though he’s a pretty big bean. Wants cuddles, and cries easily. Especially when other beans are mean. Who does the bean take after more physically?Equally both. Megatron’s crest and face, but Overlords lips and colours. Personality-wise, who is the bean more like?Megatron before the war. Quiet, unassuming. A big teddy bear who just wants to be read to. Shy around the other beans. How does their bean interact with other grown mechs?Not a fan of interacting with mechs that aren’t his creators. Might cry is he’s handed off to them, but if they’re gentle enough he might grab their finger or something. (Definitely likes Rung, though) How does their bean interact with other protoforms?Cries easily if something happens (toy stealing, accidentally slap in the face by flailing bean arms) Prefers their creators arms to the sparkling play mat. What sounds does their bean make? Are they quiet, make low booping, high beepings, or are they a wee lil screecher?Very quiet beeps. And soft churrs when night time cuddles come around. Doesn’t make a lot of noise in public unless he’s overwhelmed, to which he will cry. How does their bean move about?ROLLS.A big bean bean who loves to roll to get around. A pretty fast roller for such a big bean, too.Where and how often does their bean like to snooze?A big napper. Often sleeping more than playing. Like to sleep in The Sun and on Megatron’s chest. Sleeps for ages if he’s read to sleep.
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Live. Die. Repeat. Voltron AU
On the day of the arrival, Keith is forced to watch as a mysterious monster slaughters first Shiro, and then his classmates from the Garrison one by one. It kills him too, but not before he manages to wound it grievously.
And then he wakes up back in bed that morning.
This is part 2, and you can find part 1 here
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Keith woke up screaming, jack-knifing upwards in shock. He gulped down air desperately in shuddering gasps, his heart racing liked he’d been sprinting for his life.
He ran shaky hands over his body, palms to shoulders, to stomach, to thigh, but there were no wounds. There was no blood. He was whole.
“J-just a dream,” he mumbled, allowing himself to collapse backwards and stare up at the ceiling.
He watched a tiny green lizard creep between the dusty rafters above his head.
“A messed up dream.”
The foreign presence resonated in his brain, humming more loudly than ever before. For the first time since he started feeling it, it wasn’t comforting. There was a new sense of urgency burning at the back of his mind. Find me it commanded.
What do you think I’ve been trying to do? Keith thought back tiredly.
Besides, the arrival is happening today. Can’t go caving. The presence wasn’t happy with that, and Keith felt a low growl rumble across his headspace.
He gave the equivalent of a mental shrug.
I’m sorry.
During his morning routine, feeling déjà vu every step of the way, Keith rationalised.
As he ate lukewarm tinned soup for breakfast (that he could have sworn he’d eaten the day before…) he told himself it was only natural to dream that the arrival would bring back Shiro. It was wishful thinking, nothing more, nothing less, although he did wonder why his brain had conjured up the severe scar across the bridge of Shiro’s nose, and the unnatural tuft of white hair.
As he rode through the desert to the spot he’d scouted a few days earlier, ready for a long stake out, he told himself he’d dreamed up old classmates because he’d been alone for so long. It was just his stupid brain’s way of conjuring up company. He’d been out in the desert long enough to admit that it was bone-achingly lonely.
Lance McClain and Hunk Garrett. They’d been in his class at the Garrison, although he couldn’t remember ever speaking to either of them.
He had vague memories of Lance being loud, and much shorter with a rounder face; the boy in his dream must have hit a growth spurt in the year since Keith had been kicked out. Apparently his subconscious had taken that into account.
Hunk, who had already cut a hulking figure last Keith remembered, had been even taller and wider in his dreamscape, with longer hair.
As for the third student, Keith had never seen her before. Although now that he thought about it, there had been something vaguely familiar about those round glasses and intelligent hazel eyes…
Keith was jolted from his reverie when his bike spluttered to a standstill.
He was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by cacti and tumbleweed. In the distance, the yellow sandstone cliffs were backlit by the early morning sun.
The air was still crisp with cold lingering from the frigid desert night.
The feeling of déjà vu intensified to a needle sharp point. Keith could have sworn that this had happened to him already, and then he heard it.
The sharp cry of a bird of prey.
He turned in time to witness a Hawk land on cactus nearby, and he stared at it like he’d seen a ghost.
He remembered this, it had already happened, he was certain. The bird preened for a moment, beak straightening and smoothing out glossy feathers.
It took off again a moment later, wings flapping powerfully as it receded into the distance.
Keith’s mind was in turmoil. This had happened already. His bike had broken down, he’d seen the hawk, and then he’d spent the next hour trying to figure out why his bike had broken down. The day had gotten hotter and hotter as the sun had risen steadily higher.
In the end, the problem boiled down to one of the wires connecting the engine to the solar panels. It had frayed and snapped, a simple problem that had been easy to fix with the few tools he had on hand…
In a suddenly frenzy of movement Keith leapt off the bike and scrambled to jimmy off the back panel. With a sense of anticipation, he carefully shifted some parts to expose the circuitry.
Sure enough, a wire was snapped, exactly as he remembered it.
He stared for a full minute, his thoughts a stream of ‘what the fuck!’ and ‘impossible!’
Although his head felt numb, stuffed with cotton, there was sure-fire certainty burning in his gut. He didn’t know how or why this was happening, had happened, but his instincts were screaming at him that it was real.
He was living the same day over again.
He took a deep breath.
“Fix the bike first. Don’t panic,” he said to himself sternly.
He dug his small toolkit out from the compartment under his seat, shifting aside the explosives to reach it, before setting to work.
As he fitted a new fuse into place, he marshalled his thoughts and tried to decide what to do.
I could go to the Garrison and warn them… He dismissed that idea almost immediately. First of all, no one would believe him, and more importantly, they’d strapped down Shiro and drugged him like he was an enemy. He couldn’t trust the Garrison.
There was really only one course of action that felt acceptable to him.
This time I’ll kill it.
If everything did play out the same, if the arrival really was Shiro, this time he would kill that monster before it was could so much as touch the others. Even if he had to tear it apart with his bare hands.
“…How old are you kid?”
The man at the gun store raised his eyes from the sizable pile of weapons Keith had stacked on the countertop to his face with a distrustful frown.
“Eighteen.”
“… and what’d you say you needed this for?”
“I didn’t.”
“Well now I’m asking, what do you need this for?”
Great. Of course Keith would get a responsible gun seller. The money lender he’d visited just before this had asked him less questions.
“Hunting,” he replied shortly.
“You need three handguns, four boxes of bullets, a semiautomatic shotgun, a grappling hook and two switch blades to go hunting?”
“Yes. Could I also get a bear-trap?” asked Keith politely, pointing to the displayed bear-trap behind the counter.
The man’s eyebrows rose and disappeared underneath his trucker hat.
“What’re you hunting?” he demanded.
“…Uh, ducks?” people hunted ducks right? That was a thing? Keith had a vague recollection of watching an ancient cartoon at one his foster homes where a duck and a rabbit were arguing about hunting.
“Duck season ended in November.”
Shit, he should have said rabbits.
“Look, are you going to let me buy this stuff or what?” interrupted Keith impatiently.
“You better check your attitude boy. I ain’t sellin’ you shit unless I’m satisfied you ain’t gonna do something stupid.”
Was trying to kill a monster stupid?
“I’m not going to do anything stupid,” to his own ears he didn’t sound convincing. The shopkeeper certainly didn’t look convinced
“Tell you what-” the owner pushed one of the hand-guns into Keith’s palm, “-show me you know how to handle a gun. Show me you understand gun safety.”
Keith blanked.
He’d never actually used a gun before, he just figured that guns were a good way to kill monsters which had led him to this tiny pokey store.
He assumed you put bullets in, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Surely it wasn’t that complicated?
Apparently it was because he couldn’t even figure out how to open the bullet chamber, let alone how to turn off the safety.
How had he lived in Texas most of his life without learning how to handle a gun?
The shopkeeper let him fumble for a minute before confiscating the gun with a curt “I didn’t think so. Run along boy, you should be in school.”
Keith left the store empty-handed, feeling like a chastened little kid.
Okay so guns were out.
Something shiny caught his eye in the window of a pawnshop across the alley. He tilted his head thoughtfully.
“That could work,” he mumbled to himself with a decisive nod.
Keith made short work of the Garrison medics, again, and approached the gurney with his heart in his throat.
Just as he remembered, Shiro lay unnaturally still, the slash across the bridge of his nose shocking in its brutality. The white tuft of hair contrasted starkly with the rest of Shiro’s black buzz cut.
“The dream was real…” Keith murmured solemnly, staring down at Shiro’s slack face.
He cut Shiro lose and pulled him up, which meant that-
“Nope. No. Nononono. No you don’t. I’m saving Shiro.”
There were the others, exactly on time. It took Keith off guard just how relieved he was that they were alive.
Lance marched over and shoved himself under Shiro’s other arm, while Hunk and Pidge stood awkwardly in the doorway.
Even though he knew they were going to show up, he couldn’t help but stare gormlessly.
“So you have grown taller, it wasn’t just a dream,” Keith muttered stupidly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” demanded Lance, squinting at him.
“You don’t remember this? This hasn’t happened to you before? Any of you?” he had to check that he wasn’t the only one experiencing déjà vu on steroids.
Lance continued squinting at him, Hunk shifted his weight uneasily, eyebrows contorted in confusion, and Pidge adjusted her glasses to peer at him like he was a strange specimen under a microscope.
So that was a resounding no. Disappointment settled in Keith’s gut, but he wasn’t surprised.
“Never mind,” he sighed, “We need to leave. Now.”
He set a fast pace out of the Garrison’s makeshift med-unit.
“Hey! Slow down!” groused Lance, tripping to keep up.
“Hang on a minute, what did you mean? Why would we remember this?” asked Pidge, jogging to keep up with their longer faster strides.
“I’ll explain once we’re out of here.” If we get out of here…
“What, you can’t multi-task? Walking and talking at the same time is a thing you know,” snapped Lance.
“Shut up, we need to go faster,” retorted Keith.
He all but forced Lance to run in his haste to get Shiro to his bike.
Lance continued mumbling at him under his breath but Keith couldn’t parse the words. From the tone he could tell it was disparaging, but he was too hyper-focused.
He felt the moment approach when the creature would step out of the shadows and make its presence known.
Time seemed to slow down, and Keith held his breath, knowing that any second the creature would appear, and that Lance and Shiro needed to be as close as possible to his bike when it happened.
They passed the spot where he had seen Shiro and Lance die, and nothing happened. Keith allowed himself to breathe a little, maybe this time there would be no monster?
They arrived at the bike and still the monster hadn’t appeared.
Keith should have felt relieved, but his whole body felt like a bow string that had been drawn too tight.
His instincts were telling him that they weren’t safe, something was coming, and the longer it took to arrive the more Keith felt like he was going to snap.
“Uh, do you mind if we catch a ride with you?” asked Hunk. Before Keith could formulate a response, Pidge cut in.
“What the heck is that!” she yelled, pointing at something in the distance.
It was the monster... Except it wasn’t.
It was a different monster, smaller than the one that had killed them before. Its body looked similar, a twisting writing mess of vines, but it didn’t glow blue.
“Maybe its friendly?” suggested Lance.
“It isn’t friendly,” snapped Keith.
“Sheesh, no need to bite my head off.”
The creature’s maw gaped open and that familiar awful cry filled the air.
Keith shoved Shiro at Lance before grabbing the boy roughly by the shoulder, yanking his face close. He stared into Lance’s shocked blue eyes, trying to impress the seriousness of what he going to say.
“If things go South, get them all back to the Garrison.”
Lance spluttered.
“What?! What do you mean if things go South? You want me to drive his thing?!”
“You’re a pilot aren’t you? Figure it out.”
Keith withdrew his shiny purchase from the pawn shop - a Katana with a worn handle but a still-sharp still-shiny blade.
He’d messed around with it while he’d been waiting for Shiro to show up and the weight felt right in his hand.
“But I’ve never even- Hang on, is that a sword? What are you doing!? Hey!”
Keith turned away and starting running to meet the monster head on.
“What is he doing?” “Why is he running at it?!” cried Pidge and Hunk simultaneously.
He ignored their shouts of protest.
This time he would kill it. He wouldn’t let it hurt anyone else.
He knew the moment it became cognizant of his presence because the softly undulating vines suddenly froze.
In a whip quick movement, it turned and started barreling towards him, like something out of a nightmare.
They clashed in a flurry of vines and screeching metal.
It wasn’t a surprise when coiled limb lashed out at him and suddenly split into four deadly vines, each aiming to stab.
He spun away before slicing down decisively, severing off the four offending appendages.
The creature recoiled with an unholy shriek, splattering fluorescent blue liquid all over the ground as it writhed away from him in pain.
He stalked it, sensing weakness and going on the offensive.
For such a large ungainly looking creature, it sure could move. He managed to land a few glancing blows, blows that nicked and caused thin trails of fluorescent blue blood to drip, but no solid hits.
The creature moved like it was make of water, like an octopus on land.
At the very edge of his concentration he could dully hear his ex-classmates screaming at him, but dodging vines and lashing out with his new sword was taking everything he had. He couldn’t afford to be distracted.
Finally, he managed to stab the creature clean through the head. It dropped to the ground like a marionette whose strings had been cut the moment he pierced a spot just behind the eyes.
Suddenly Lance’s screaming voice stood out louder than the rest, increasing in volume by the second.
A blur crashed into him bodily, knocking him to the ground.
“What was that fo-” the words died on his lips.
Lance was standing where Keith had been moments earlier, and there was a black vine sticking out of his chest.
Behind him there was a second monster that Keith hadn’t noticed.
The vine withdrew and Keith could only watch in horror as Lance fell to his knees. Blood poured down his chest, poured out of his mouth. It soaked into the dry desert floor.
Their eyes locked. Lance’s mouth twitched into a sad smile, and then his blue blue eyes rolled into the back of his head. He slumped forward limply, and lay still still still.
There was a buzzing in Keith’s head, the presence was pounding against the inside of his skull. It was furious.
“L-Lance,” he choked out, too shocked to move.
The monster turned its attention to him.
The last thing he felt was a sharp searing pain against his throat, and then everything went black.
Should I try and write more? :)
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