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Almost Caught [Gift]Bumblebee happily bounded over to Kell who sat by herself waiting for Bulkhead outside of base. Her optics flicked from the sources of many different sounds, one after the other in the chilled winter air. The scout sat next to her, a mischievous glint in his optics, "Hey, Kell." he spoke as he eyed her.
She turned her head slightly and smiled, "Hey, Bee. What's up?" After holding a gentle gaze with him for less than a second, she knew he had something he wanted to tease her about.
The young yellow-and-black wolf smirked, leaning in the tiniest bit, "I know someone who likes you."
A thousand thoughts whirled in Kell's head within an instant. Had Bulkhead figured out? Did Bumblebee figure out? Did someone tell him, or Bulkhead? She tried to keep a cool attitude and let her happy expression drop to a slightly serious one, "Who?" Her optics narrowed as she spoke.
Bumblebee's head snapped up defiantly, smiling, "Not tellin'."
Perfect. What was she supposed to do now? Try to dr
T.E.C.D.T. - 4Pistol leaped into the clearing with Gritch and Sam close behind. His bright eyes searched every inch of the empty lot. Blood and fur was everywhere and no signs of any of the younger members of his team, "Red? Branch?" the German Shepherd turned to Sam, "Where's Molly? I last saw her helping you, Sam."
Gritch padded to the opposite side of the clearing, her nose slamming into the dirt as she sniffed around for any fresh scents. Lifting her head after finding a few tiny dirt mounds, she turned towards Sam and Pistol, "This scent is strange. I've... n– never smelled this one before. But from the looks of things, there was a fight."
Pistol moved a few fur tufts with his paw, "Molly's fur is here–"
"And Red's is over here," Sam muttered angrily. Red almost always loved to pester the older dog, "The idiot. Probably nearly got himself killed in this fight. His blood is everywhere... And there's Rottweiler fur here, too," his nose wrinkled and his head shot up, "It's glossy as he
Nightmare - TFP (FanFiction)Nightmare
Chiller calmly padded up behind Bumblebee shortly after waking up. The yellow-and-black wolf had woken in the middle of the night, leaving the berthroom where his comrades slept soundlessly. Something's on his mind. Chiller thought silently to herself. Bumblebee turned his head slightly to look at her as she sat next to him on the cliff side outside of base, watching the night sky.
"What's wrong, Bee?" His ears flicked at the sound of her voice. After staying silent for a few seconds, Bumblebee turned his head to her, sadness clouding his eyes, *...We almost lost Raf today,* he looked down, away from her gentle gaze as he shamed himself, *And it's my fault.*
Chiller was stricken with emotion instantly. It was true that they had almost lost their shared charge to Megatron's wrath earlier, but it wasn't Bumblebee's fault. "Bee... That's not true. You had no idea Megatron would encounter you, nor that he was above you. There was nothing you could do, don't t
Enemies - TFA FanFictionChiller's paws quaked. Her fur flattened out as she fell on her belly to the snow. Energon seeped out of the wound on her left hind quarter, and from her cheek and chest. Blitzwing had beaten her good enough to make her collapse.
He switched to his psycho face and that same wicked smile stretched across his face, "Having trouble, Autobot?" Chiller tensed as he took a few paw steps closer, "Let me help you, HAHAH!"
His jaws locked around her throat for a moment and he flung her across the frosted field they were battling in. Energon smudged across the snow as she tumbled and rolled, finally coming to a halt in the powdery, bloodstained snow. Struggling to get up as he approached her again, her paws wouldn't work. Energon started to leak from them by cracking in the frostbitten air and snow.
Chiller's wounds stung in the freezing air and her ears dropped as his paw stopped before her nose. She looked up and saw those terrifying blood red eyes, "You look like you're in pain...
Chiller (TFP fanfic)Chiller.
Her family, her friends, her entire species torn apart, her trust for anything, anyone gone.
No one there at her aid.
They were closing in and she had no where to run or hide. Cybertron was falling apart where she was from and the grounds she knew were falling apart beneath her very feet. No one was there to hear her. This was the end. She most likely wouldn't make it through the torture chambers. She knew that being so small wasn't really any help to her, despite her ferocious-sounding name, and she would put up not much of a fight. She had nothing to live for. She couldn't even get out of this one even if she wantedto!
She froze when a bright red Decepticon mech rounded the corner and his eyes squinted with evil. He stepped out and slowly, menacingly took massive steps towards her, pummeling her inner thoughts.
Four drones followed him and a smirk stretched across his face when he stopped. His blades were hidden, but that didn't suppress her fear in any way.
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Pistol jumped from the large fallen oak tree and into the small clearing with little dens in the ground and under tree roots and he turned, helping Gritch pull Branch over the tree as well.
Once they were over, Sam led Branch into his den to check up on her wounds and Red stood staring after them outside.
"So, why are you the one caring for Branch so much?" Pistol taunted, smiling.
"W- what? I..." he whipped his head away, blushing, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh c'mon, kid. You're making it way too obvious," he nudged him playfully.
Red stood with a pout covering his face, "Alright, fine. But don't tell her!"
"AHAHA I think she may already know," Pistol laughed.
"Pff," Red blushed and perked his ears up as Sam walked out of his den.
"Go start making a den for Branch, Red," Red nodded and hurried to the far side of the
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.8After the surprising encounters of yesterday, you were taken back out through unfamiliar woods until you reached a large house.
You were given a room, down the hall from Jeff and Eyeless Jack, which was surprising, considering that the two killers were the last people you'd want to be around at night.
The first few days were rough however, and the murderous clan took special time out of their day to "familiarize" themselves with you.
Toby was by far the nicest. He could be a bit of a downer at times, and his tourettes took some getting used to, but he seemed the most similar to you.
Masky and Hoodie were friendly enough, but you always caught them spying on you for no apparent reason. Hoodie never spoke above a whisper and it creeped you out.
Masky was gentle and extremely shy, but on several occasions you found him on the floor having violent coughing fits, and swallowing handfuls of pills. He almost never removed his mask, unless he was sleeping.
Eyeless Jack, the second oldest, was
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.7As the creatures words sunk in, you felt your heart skip several beats.
You blinked rapidly and took a few steps back. You weren't angry, you weren't terrified, instead you felt a foreign and unexpected feeling that you couldn't find a
You looked back at Jeff, who had a hand curled into his hair in frustration. He met your gaze for a brief moment before looking at Slenderman.
"But can't you just-"
"My Proxies have a particular skill set, as you've most likely seen from Jeffery. Now, I must ask; what is your relationship with him? It is extremely unheard of for him to spare a life."
Slenderman said, cutting him off.
You gulped. What was your relationship with him?
Friend? No, he wouldn't hesitate to kill you if he wanted to.
"He had said that he kept me around for company, out of boredom." You replied, which was the honest truth. Jeff wasn't affectionate in any way, and enjoyed getting under your skin.
The only time he showed you concern was out of necessit
Fun At The FairLeo sighed. How had Mikey talked him into this?
"That’ll be $20."
Handing the money to the ticket vendor Leo did his best to keep his hand hidden in the large sleeve of his coat so as not to alert the man that Leo and Mikey were not human. A moment later the man shoved two small slips of paper into his hand before waving them away.
"Have fun at the fair. NEXT!"
Handing one of the tickets to Mikey, Leo rolled his eyes as Mikey let out a loud giggle and began pulling him towards the entrance to the fairgrounds. Following Mikey's lead Leo watched amused as Mikey handed his ticket to the person at the gate before going inside and pausing for Leo to join him.
Once inside the fair Leo did his best to keep up with Mikey who practically ran; checking out every booth and stall while staring longingly up at some of the rides.
As they passed by one of the booths, a man's voice called to them.
"Hey kid! Come over here. If you pop a balloon you'll win a prize."
Leo rolled his eyes and did his
A Royal Guard's Protective Arms
Mikey groaned as he slowly began to wake. He was warm; completely cocooned by the blankets on his bed; and he was not alone. He could feel Leo's arms around his hips, gently holding Mikey's smaller body against Leo's larger body.
The sound came from his throat without conscious thought. He couldn't help it. He felt so happy. Last night had been the best night of his life, last night he'd confessed to the man he loved and not only had Leo accepted him and not pushed him away; but they'd slept together. Another low hum came from his throat as he remembered the previous night. He’d never felt that was before. He’d never like that before. He’d never felt such need grip his body.
Slowly shifting, Mikey raised his head up off the pillow to look around his room. Early morning sunlight was slowly shining into the room, making everything look slightly orange. Off in the distance he could hear guards going about their rounds. He groaned as he felt Leo's warm breath rac
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 1)
If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it is yours forever.
I let out another sigh, already exhausted for the day and it was only noon. Mister England has me working day and night now, well ever since America and many others had left him. He lost Canada, Hong Kong, and so many others, I was all that was left really. I remember the happy times, when he used to be so much kinder, so loving. But that wasn't the England I know now.
I am known as the personification of (c/n), but most like to call me (f/n) (l/n). I've been around for many years, it’s still a wonder how I am still under British rule, but my country is small and I never get the chance to make allies to help me. England keeps me on a tight leash; there is barely a moment that he isn't watching over
Model Agency-TG Caption Short
Nick watched as his mother pulled out the driveway. “Finally!!”
He closed his blinds and ran over to his cell phone. He brought up his messages and touched David's name.
Nick-Hey man I'll be down there in a minute okay.
David immediately responded back.
David-WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME FOR!! PLUG IN AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU'RE LATE!! I think the link is starting to effect Alex, he's been to in to long.
David-Why don't you tell him to get offline?
Nick-(Wow he's still texting) He's waiting for you moron!!
Nick put his phone down and closed his door locking it. His mother was going to be gone for at least three hours. Plenty of time.
Nick reached under his bed and pulled out a bulky grayish suitcase. He opened it quickly and put it on his bed. It's contents were dozens of syringes, a camera like device, and can of a clear creamy substance. Nick quickly undressed down to his boxers. He took a handful of the creamy liquid and rubbed over his skin head to to
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 2)
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
― Mark Twain
Years were going by and things only got worse. I was so happy to help but as soon as I set foot on my land, questions and accusations were thrown at me because of my land. I hadn't known how bad the damage was, there was only about five miles of land that wasn't touched by nuclear waste and it was used all to grow fruits and vegetables but it wasn't enough to keep them all alive.
I helped in farming in the daytime but when night fell, I used a detector for nuclear waste to assess the damage in the ground. It was always so hard because the coughing fits started coming back and my people’s tears always flowed form my eyes.
I couldn't even tell how bad it was, nuclear waste had enter our water supplies so we had to buy more water from other neighboring countries, thankfully Ukraine was one of them and she was so kind to me. She actually had s
Words of DeterminationDonnie watched as slowly Mikey moved, sitting up before grimacing slightly.
"Are you in pain Mikey?"
He hovered over his brother, his mouth dry as he watched Mikey shake his head slowly.
"Not pain just........sore.........feels like I’ve been working out for days on end."
Donnie nodded before he moved, reaching forward to touch Mikey's hand.
"You’re shell was deeply cracked Mikey. In time it will heal, but for now the pieces are still loose. You need to move slowly and avoid falling or injuring it again or.........or it might not heal properly. Ok?"
Mikey looked up at him and nodded for a moment.
Mikey's words trailed off as he looked into his brother's concern filled eyes.
"Donnie........can i ask you something?"
"Of course Mikey. You can ask me anything."
He watched as Mikey looked down at the ground, his shoulders slumping forward as he began to fiddle nervously with his hands. After a moment Mikey looked back up at him before speak
A Drowning Tadpole - One (Warrior Cats) His fur was drenched. Shoving his littermates up onto the windowsill, pushing for them to somehow get out. Then the window opened, and he saw his mother in beckoning them out as his paws were swiped from under him.
The current of the flooding basement was too much for the tiny kit, and he was sucked under a few times, reaching for his mother's paw the best he could. Why isn't she coming to get me!?
He was sucked under for the last time and he struggled, his tiny body slamming into the pipe that had burst, and he was being tossed back and forth by the water itself.
The kit thought he could hear his mother's voice again, but it wasn't the voice of a she-cat. It was more of a tom's, Swim!
The kit shoved his way through the water and obeyed the voice. Finally, he broke the surface and his paw clutched a curtain hanging from a high windowsill in another room. Air filled his lungs as he broke the surface, and he looked to the window in the o
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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