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The Mother's Day PhotographThere are three men and one woman in the photograph, and not one of them looks happy. It stands in such stark contrast to the other photos in the file labeled 'May 13, Mother's Day' that the officer has to pause and drop her professional mask, just for a second.
The file had been such a nice break from the others- full of pictures of people laughing, full of adorable little crayon-drawn cards, and devoid of the usual scientific banter that was beginning to make her eyes just a bit sore- at least, it had been a nice break before she'd gotten to the picture. It fills her with the overwhelming sense of sorrow even at first glance, and she can't imagine what turn of events could have possibly left such a broken, dismal bunch on mother's day. Even the background appears washed out in comparison to the bright, cheerful pictures that had come before it.
One of the men has this look of primal anger as he glares at the camera, arms folded, hair uncut and uncombed. The man next
The Lorax Comes BackAt the far end of town
where the Grickle-grass grows,
the air feels slightly fresher when it blows
and Swomee-Swans have come to sing with the crows
on the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
trees have finally come back to stay.
And even the Once-ler has begun to come out every day,
truly proud of himself for the first time in his life
for he knows he's the reason for the end of the strife.
All because of him and one little boy
who'd come to him, bringing joy,
who'd taken the last seed,
who'd cared enough,
are what everyone needs.
Now they'd came back,
even pushed to the old forest,
which had used to be so black
and smogged and empty and dead
the kid too came back- and he said,
"Thank you for allowing me to do this,
there's just one step left if you want true bliss,
but, first, we must wait."
The Once-ler was stumped,
but waited he did,
and seconds later he heard a familiar sound,
that made him turn 'round
to that fir
End- HUMANMegatron entered Starscream's cell with a bang.
The second-in-command sucked in his breath at the sight of his leader, his eyes automatically jumping to Jazz's- trying to gauge him, see if it was another trick, as if two Megatron's weren't enough already.
Judging by the look of pure horror on Jazz's face when that shot barreled into Prime's chest it was very real.
Of course Megatron had to wait until the last possible second. Of course he had to shoot some people on the way in. That was just so him.
Starscream didn't think he would be able to choke out a response, so he just watched as Megatron began striding in, eyes still on Optimus.
"Oh, Prime," he was shaking his head, face amused, "Didn't I always tell you that little saving complex would do you in?" He raised his cannon to Jazz, eyes shifting to Starscream, "Now, now, all I want is my wife. Let me have him, and I will leave."
It was hard for Starscream to follow- the time between the contractions already beginning to shorte
Coming- HUMAN"Aw shit."
Holy Breathe, just breathe.
What is this shit?
"I think Ironhide got a little impatient!"
Why are humans so fucking disgusting?
"You might want to bring Ratchet!"
Where is Megatron?
"Decepticons! Transform and rise up!"
Megatron himself didn't follow the command he'd given right away, lurking behind on the concrete of the now empty hangar, his arm still raised from twirling it, finger raised, to make his point. He watched with a cold eye as the small force of Decepticons he had mustered up's ship rose up and out. After it was a few yards away he finally followed, having already transformed into his alt mode- one of the only that could safely travel through space.
The Fallen was beyond angry still, livid and threatening destruction.
Frankly, Megatron didn't care. He was still the true leader of the Decepticons, no matter who was older or had powers of telekinesis. He was leader, and he believed that there was no telling what Starsc
Rescue- HUMANStarscream was beginning to wonder if he would have his baby in the Autobot base, forgotten and forsaken- left to his own. He didn't know exactly when it was supposed to come, just that surely it was soon, soon so he could get back to business and not have to worry about caring about transforming or eating or any other stupid human thing- the fact that it made Megatron less likely to kill him didn't even matter anymore. It was making him very irritable and made him want to bitch even more than usual.
His sense of time was completely off. The Autobots were strange captors, and he never saw any of the important ones except when he wanted to badger them for information. They hadn't hurt him, and wouldn't have the balls, too, but their talking and moralizing and snipping at each other was almost more annoying. He was stuck, infernally bored, waiting to either have the baby and get badass again or get rescued.
It wasn't fair. He'd lived through beat downs by Megatron, being raped, being imp
Check Up-HUMAN"It hates you, you know."
Ratchet sighed at the subdued Decepticon. He was fine with checking him for any abnormalities, fine with checking his child. What he was not quite as fine with was how much the 'con yapped.
"He hates me, it seems. Gender is no surprise, almost all of them are males, actually. Something about our genes "
"Whatever. He hates you. He suddenly stopped moving when you came in and started prodding at him. That's fine with me, considering you're an Autobot. He'll make a fine Decepticon soldier because you all are not taking him, and it won't work if you do anyway, because "
It never shut up! Ratchet eyed him, rolling his eyes and ignoring what he had to say. He was just babbling, anyway. He shook his head, attempting to get back to business.
"Is this Megatron's child?'
That shut Starscream up, at least temporarily. At first, all he did in response was glare. Then he smirked, "Why yes, it is my glorious leader, Lord Megatron's, child. And between the
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
Company of Friends- Sam and Dean x ReaderWhen I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
Let them know me as the footprints that I left upon the sand
Let them laugh for all the laughter
Let them cry for laughter’s end
But when I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
The Impala rushed down the road, eager to be far away from the terrible reality. A silence settled over the car like it rarely did- no music blaring from its speakers as Dean put all his focus on the road with a death grip on the wheel and Sam looked out the passenger window with a clenched jaw. In the air that rushed by, Dean swore he heard your laugh the one filled with squealed joy and ground his teeth as he fought back the tears pressing at his eyes.
That laugh was gone and had taken with it the soft melodic giggles and the teasingly purred chuckles.
All of it was gone.
Sam suddenly let out a soft sad chuckle, the noise laced with nostalgia, and Dean responded with a low warning growl,
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)
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“If there’s a next time....listen to me.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that…?” I grumbled and sent a glare to my ever superstitious friend. “It’s already three am…you know that that means.” I sighed and covered my eyes with my palms, she was at it again.
“Kasey! There is no such thing as ghosts!” She glared at me with her sea blue eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of frames, growing more serious by the second. “Look, I’ve gone on walks at like six in the morning and nothing has ever happened to me.” She contin
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Babysitting - part 1
Written by geckoguy123456789 (dA)(FA) for Kai
“Come on…. just a little more……” the young jackal muttered, her fingers frantically and skillfully working an Xbox controller while her eyes stayed glued to the TV screen. The flicker of the screen giving her black fur a blueish white hue, her eyes bright and golden taking in every movement like a predator on the hunt. Her character danced around Ultimecia, throwing hit after hit into her, the young jackal unconsciously bobbing and ducking her head in sync with her attacks. While she’d normally be moving her whole body, her swollen abdomen kept her fairly pinned to the couch.
“NUUUUUUUUU!” she yelled as she threw her arms up in defeat, “apocalypse again……” she muttered sullenly as her character was obliterated by the ultimate move and Ultimecia cackled in victory. “Ug……. Why do I even
AlliesXDead!Reader: I didn't notice , I love you~At The Allies Meeting..........
Here we are at the Allies' Meeting well it wasn't much of a meeting all of them were just sulking. Why? Its because a girl named (y/n) had died they had accused her of killing Kyra Vaski the personification of Pangea .
Russia smelled like Vodka and the sunflowers he has have all wilted he had spent most of his days at a bar drinking until he passed out.
France had stopped flirting and smelled like vomit like Russia he drank much to his heart Content.
America had stopped calling himself a hero , he didn't even dare to eat a burger like the two he hasn't eaten anything except for beer.
England the man who claimed he was a gentleman and hated it when his brothers came home drunk but now he was drunk himself , he even burned all of his books.
And lastly China the most cheerful and self proclaimed big brother of the Asians was sad but at least he wasn't the worst the only thing he drank was water.......
The Allies were having a m
My Only Brother My Only Brother
Syrus leaned against the lighthouse where his brother usually stood... usually. He couldn't now,and it was all Syrus's fault. Or so he thought. It was also some other people's fault. There was Cammilla, for doing it in the first place, Chancellor Sheppard for giving him a key, and Dr.Crowler's for losing the first time. Syrus's eyes blurred up again. He was crying. He felt worse when he cried. When he cried it meant he was completely utterly miserable. But he already was miserable. Who wouldn't be? If their sibling got turned into a doll they'd be miserable too. But it didn't happen to someone else's sibling, it happened to Zane! Syrus was now mad. Mostly at himself. He got u
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