Equius X Reader: Really?Equius X Reader: Really?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(Y/n) looked at the ceiling like it was interesting or fun.
She sighed and sat up, looking at the open laptop.
The girl was so bored. It was like she had nothing to do, which she didn’t really have.
She sighed again and got up from her bed, going and sitting down at her chair.
She looked over to her ChumHandle.
Maybe she could go and visit someone.
She looked at every ChumHandle and grinned at a specific one.
That troll, her favorite HighBlood.
She could visit him, he was always barely ‘occupied’.
She just had to bring the special ‘thing’.
She giggled to herself and got up. She took her jacket and wore it, running downstairs. She went out, not before going to the kitchen and taking the special ‘thing’.
(Y/n) grinned and knocked on the front door.
Suddenly, someone opened the door.
(Y/n) smiled wide.
Aurthoursprite smiled and nodded, floating aside so the female could pass.
(Y/n) slightly bowed and went in, closing
The wolf and the shepherdHigh up in the moors lived a shepherd and his good wife. Though the summer's were plentiful and the winter's gentle they were not happy, for their line was barren. The good wife often traveled to the edge of the wood and cried at the base of an old oak, over the years she had visited so often and watered the oak so much that around the tree had spun a fairy ring.The wolf and the shepherd7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
That spring she sat at the base of the old tree begging for a child of her own when suddenly a white wolf appeared from the surrounding forest. She was frighten and had resorted to defending herself with a fallen branch when the wolf spoke to her.
"You wish for children?" The she wolf spoke.
The good wife watched the beast carefully and noticed that though the wolf was ripe with age the creature's breasts were heavy with milk, surely such an old wolf had no pups of her own.
"I am old." Continued the wolf. "I fear that the next few moons may be my last." She sighed and sat across from her. "I am tired." She continued. "I
Machines At Their FinestUnder this calm demeanour I am a murderer. My family however, doesn't see me as such.Machines At Their Finest3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My family are murderers. I too am a murderer.
True that it isn't often you'll find me disembowelling the enemy like the rest of them on the battlefield.
Not by hand anyway.
I am a handyman. A jack of all trades.
Its these trades that keep me alive.
On bloodless days my family ask me to fix broken things. Doesn't matter what it is, anything will do as long as my hands and mind are kept busy.
Perhaps this is why I'm not considered a killer?
I often wonder to myself, "what makes a murderer? The hands that use the weapon that kills? Or the hands that built the weapon that kills?"
What happens if both components of that phrase applies to myself?
Surely if either one makes a murderer, then both would make a monster?
While my family rush around the battlefield, dodging bullets, screaming, enraged, fighting for their lives, I'll be sitting. Waiting.
Waiting for that one sorry bastard to walk into
The Scout and the Crab chp.34Chapter 34 - Scout's ChoiceThe Scout and the Crab chp.343 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Despite it being in the middle of the night, Scout opted to fill the tub up with hot water so he and the Spycrab can catch up and wash themselves. The Spycrab sat on the top of Scout's knee and started things off, mostly with what he learned about his replacement that could help Scout in the future.
Scout listened as he washed himself with the bar of soap, nodding occasionally with what the cursed Spy was telling him. The new Spy's fear of crabs - mostly talking crabs- made the young RED laugh, not as hard as he did when learning that his nemesis was a virgin - like him- but it was still hilarious. The crab continued, talking about the mishap on the field; The Announcer's calls and colliding missiles from the Soldiers that resulted in half the field being wiped out. The two debated about what happened. They both agreed in the end that is was probably just a communication error, hopefully something that would be fixed and the injured mercenaries
TF2 - Scout vs Scout, an awkward dayTF2 - Scout vs Scout, an awkward day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ma, why are we doing this?"
"Because his mother and I are good friends and we want you both to be friends, too!"
BLU Scout and his mother were going to meet RED Scout and his mother.
"But Ma! We are enemys! We are supposed to hate and kill each other!"
"I don't care, hon'! You have holidays, so you won't kill each other! Oh look, I can see them already!"
Both mothers ran up to each other giving each other a friendly hug. Both Scout stared at each other.
Both mothers were talking about some girly stuff, like shopping. Both Scouts didn't talk really much.
"You're so dead!", both said suddenly at the same time.
And the torture began.
First of all they did the most awkward thing ever: they went shopping with their mothers. The Scouts were teasing each other.
"Hey, BLU retard! This pink shirt would fit to a girl like you!"
"Oh yeah? Then look at this skirt! It would fit you with that shirt, RED dumbass!"
"Look at this jacket for little girls! Because you are
Till death due us apart final part, a happy endingAs the 2 giant flowers sprouted just out side of the prison, they opened up to allow their passengers out. Dr . Zomboss and Peater ran out first to see the prison crumbling into ruins. Peater turned to Dr . Zomboss and waved an angry pea vine at him yelling, “You made me lose another person important in my life, how many more will you tear away from me!?” Zomboss was just staring at the pile of rubble that buried Jukie in as he fell to his knees and slammed his fists on the ground. ‘WHY, WHY DID SHE HAD TO GO! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL SICK JOKE IS THIS!?” As the plants and zombies were following along with their depression, a zombie noticed something moving. “Hey! Look at that!” As Zomboss and Peater looked at what the zombie was pointing at, they saw a small vine growing from a crack, the vine grew upward and sprouted a daisy. Zomboss did not know what this could mean, but Peater understood it clearly. “It’s Daisy……SHE’S ALIVTill death due us apart final part, a happy ending8 months ago in Drama More Like This
TF2 - Dispenser DownHmmm...TF2 - Dispenser Down5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The BLU Dispenser quietly hummed to itself, merrily minding its own business outside the auxiliary BLU Resupply Room in 2fort. This was not a spot often visited by anyone but the Snipers, and it was in fact for this reason that the Engineer had installed it here; it meant a shorter trip for the Snipers should they find themselves out of ammunition or in need of healing, and despite the alarmingly high number of Snipers in the vicinity there were a remarkable lack of Spies.
The Dispenser liked it here, in truth; it was far away from the noise and screams of battle, it wasn't likely to get blown up or shot at or set on fire, and the Snipers, for all that was wrong with them, tended to take their ammo and go rather than chew through the Dispenser's entire ammo supply while standing right next to it and then complain when it took time to refill its supply like, for example, the BLU Heavy or Pyro.
In fact, the Dispenser's only complaint was that, t
TF2: Behind The Gas MaskI was always curious about the identity of our Pyro. Its gender a constant mystery. Each day the unknown being would do something that would make me so sure that I had its gender all figured out and then in that same day, it would make me unsure.TF2: Behind The Gas Mask2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just the other day the Pyro wrapped this thick, and quite obviously handmade, scarf, our team colour, around the Scout's neck just minutes before battle began. The mouthy Boston protested, issuing profanity as he tried to tear the pale blue item from his neck.
The swift hit to the back of his skull and the scolding mumbles that filtered through the Pyro's mask were quick to silent the rowdy youth. The Scout mumbling thanks before rushing away before another blow was aimed at him.
So obviously, the Pyro was female, non?
Well, when the battle ended. I found the Pyro hauled up inside the Engineer's Workshop, sawing and welding it's shotgun. The Engineer admiring the masked figures handiwork as he tinkered with his own metal mast
New ArrivalsNew Arrivals1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
Willow pounded on Dave's workroom door. He'd been in there all day and wasn't showing any signs of coming out. She wanted to know what he was doing, but he seemed desperate to keep it a secret.
"DAAAVE!" Willow yelled after she'd knocked on the door three times without an answer.
"WHAT?!" Came his voice.
"YOU'VE BEEN IN THERE ALL DAY!" Willow yelled, "WHY CAN'T I SEE WHAT YOUR DOING?!"
"BECAUSE!" was all he shouted.
"BECAUSE WHY?!" Willow stomped her foot, become increasingly irritated.
Dave opened the door a little and poked his head out.
"Because I don't want you to see!" and with that, he shut the door again.
Willow let out an angry growl through gritted teeth and went back into her room.
A good four hours passed. It wasn't all bad for Willow- she got to raid all the ice-cream out of the freezer, but the fact that Dave was hiding what he was doing from her was tugging at her mind all the way through. He didn't usually keep her out of
One Strike And Your OutThe general rule of thumb for this world is this:One Strike And Your Out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The older you are, the wiser you are and the more respected you are."
Truth be told I think that's a load of bullshit.
Here respect isn't earned for how old you are. Here respect is earned for your skills
This place makes the years pile on. Although I might not show it often, anyone here will tell you that I'm wise beyond my own age.
War is no place for a child, I don't know why they say things like that to me, Im not a child.
I am a man.
I am a part of a higher plan. Without my efforts my teams persistence in battle would count for nothing.
I am healthy and fast. My youth is vital to me and because of it I am light on my feet.
Because I am younger than my team mates would have people believe I am naïve, blind to war.
These same people who doubt me forget that I am, to put it bluntly, a murderer.
Every new war I find sweet solace in compacting the features of the opposing side with nothing more than a blunt piece of wood.
Reader x EnochIt was a long, long day. You'd worked harder than you should've and now your tired muscles were screaming at you.Reader x Enoch2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
You worked for Dedan, Guardian of Zone 1. He was nicer to you than his Elsen, but he was still an ass. Today, he had you cutting open cows and extracting the rocks from them. It was right after lunch, which you lost in the process of working. He was an okay boss, but he worked you 'till your hands were bone. "Dedan, I'm going home... I'd like to get this shit off of me before it dries." you grumbled. "Yeah, fine, whatever." he was obviously focusing and didn't want to be disturbed. You walked the Elsen filled streets, stopping and saying hi to Zacharie and the Batter on the way. It was dark by the time you got home. Because Zone 1 was filled with Elsen, you had no worries about murderers and rapists. The Elsen were extremely shy and timid, even around you. You unlocked the door to your apartment and walked in, to be greeted by a soft and gentle "Mrow!""Pablo... How do you k
Love what you have...You never know when something or someone that has been with you ever since the day you were born can be gone in a flash.Love what you have...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone who clothed you, fed you, helped you, got you in line, and loved you with all the love she can give you.
She was your guardian angel since the day you came into this world.
No angel from anywhere else can compare to the protection that she gives you from the harsh cruel world.
When you get hurt, she fixes it up and says it will be okay.
When you feel sad, she is there to care for you.
If you need help with anything, she knows best.
When you get older, you push her aside more and more in favor of your friends and other people.
If you get hurt, you rely on bandages and medicine instead of her love and kisses.
When you feel sad, you call your friends or mates instead of having her hold you and listen to your problems.
When you need help, you rely on tutors and teachers instead of her helping you.
When you leave home, you go away and memories barely fades.
The Scout and the Crab Chp. 12Chapter 12 - Intel PapersThe Scout and the Crab Chp. 125 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The hallways echoed with cheers and conversation as the Scout scampered out from the shower room. He immediately sidled up against the wall when a few of his teammates turned a corner, passing him as they all headed to the locker rooms.
"H-Hey fellas!" Scout greeted, trying to act nonchalant. The Spycrab looked up at him with a skeptical look.
"Smooth..." He muttered sarcastically.
"Oh Shut up!" Scout hissed down at the crab.
The RED Spy glared at the Scout. "What did you say, boy?" He demanded.
"Not you!" Scout replied nervously. "I was talkin' to..." He looked down at the Spycrab, reluctantly holding him up to show his teammate. "...t-thi-this crab."
The Frenchman flinched, looking at the little crab with disgust and then looking at the Scout with a look that screamed ' are you *bleep*ing kidding me?'. He didn't say anything though, only letting out a single sarcastic chuckled and turned to walk away. Muttering something under his breath about
The Scout and the Crab chp.7Chapter 7 - Broken Spirits.The Scout and the Crab chp.75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was very early in the morning when the Spy awoke to a sudden jerk from the aquarium. He woke to find he was being moved out of the medical bay, he looked at the person doing it, it was the Scout.
"Where are you taking me?" He demanded.
"Outside," Scout answered. " You can be someone else's headache. Maybe to yer BLU buddies."
"Again?!" The Spycrab groaned. "You would leave me out there to fend for myself when I can't even walk straight?"
" You walked from 'da BLU base to RED pretty easily." point out Scout.
" It took me three days!"
" 'least you got yer exercise, you look like you could loose some weight."
"You broke my heart, Scout, you honestly have."
Nothing else was said till Scout reached the 2Fort battle field. Scout looked around enviously at the empty field, knowing he was still on suspension for attacking Sniper and making those around him believe he was crazy. The sky was a very pale blue and the sun was just past the horizo
The Scout and the Crab chp.4Chapter 4 - Loss of SanityThe Scout and the Crab chp.45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I can't believe your plan worked," Scout said to the RED Spy as the suave man exited the shower room, smelling fresh and in a clean red suit. "The BLU Scout was really pissed about it."
"Was there really any doubt?" the Spy snorted, pausing at the door as the Scout walked up to his own locker.
"Guess not. At least we won," Scout admitted. The Frenchman did a light bow before leaving the shower room.
"We were lucky!" the Medic chirped as he removed his rubber gloves, hoping to shower himself.
"Dah!" the Heavy agreed. "We did good!"
The Sniper stood next to the Scout. He looked at the runner as he removed his vest.
"You gonna tell 'im?" he asked. Scout didn't say a word. "Y'know...'bout them voices?"
"It's not important," Scout whispered.
"If you don't, I will." Scout glared at the taller man.
"Don't you dare!" he hissed. Sniper on
The Scout and the Crab chp.32Chapter 32- RED ConfessionsThe Scout and the Crab chp.324 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scout wasn't sure how to react. There he was, pinned up against the wall of the infirmary -without a shirt- by the Sniper and accused of being attracted to the new BLU Spy due to no record of either one killing the other over the months. The next thing Scout knew, the Sniper was...kissing him! Which was bad!
At first, Scout just froze, trying to piece together how he got into this situation in the first place. It had to be the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, the smell of sweat and testosterone must've messed up Sniper's mind and turned him on- and made him gay.
Actually, that was a pretty dumb idea now that Scout thought about it.
He began to panic and switch back to reality when he felt Sniper's calloused hands on his stomach, slowly gliding up towards his chest as he tried probing his tongue into Scout's mouth.
Oh, hell no!
By reflex, Scout's free hand felt around the Medic's desk. He took hold of the first object he could get his
The Scout and the Crab chp. 17Chapter 17 - Cargo ConfessionsThe Scout and the Crab chp. 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scout couldn't tell how long they've been traveling. He sat idly in his seat and pressed his forehead against the window, at first watching 2Fort slowly fade from view but then just blankly watched the scenery from outside the train slowly change from a desert to a forest. Was this interesting to him? Quite the opposite. It was very boring.
Every now and then he would look up to see what his teammates were doing to keep themselves entertained. The Pyro, Soldier, Spy and Demoman were playing cards-- it was pretty evident that the Spy was winning. Most likely through cheating. The Heavy had practically taken over the seat he was sharing with the Medic, lying down on the seat with his head in the Medic's lap as he snored loudly. The Medic was trying to read a book, but found it difficult with the Heavy's -well- heavy breathing. Scout couldn't help but wonder why the Medic and Heavy weren't harassed like the Sniper was after the rumor had
The Scout and the Crab Chp.5Chapter 5 - Meet the Spycrab.The Scout and the Crab Chp.55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scout let out a groggy moan as he opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the fluorescent lights of the medical bay. The side of his neck ached from the needle the Medic injected him with and his head throbbed with a splitting headache. He tried sitting up, but he ached all over and just let himself fall back into the bed.
"What the heeeeell?!" he groaned loudly, rubbing his temple to relive the headache.
"Oh!" It the Medic who responded, appearing momentarily by his bedside. "You are awake. How are you feelink?"
"What the hell did you do to me, doc?" demanded the Scout as he turned his head to face the older man. The Medic didn't reply immediately; he was almost hesitant. He tried to speak, but would stop, almost like he was trying to find the right words.
"Exhaustion!" he announced. "You have exhausted your body and mind, Herr Scout.
The Scout and the Crab chp.2Chapter 2 Little BunnyThe Scout and the Crab chp.25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If there was one thing Scout was never good at, it was learning from his mistakes. After his encounter with the BLU Spy, he didn't bother with another new strategy. His was perfect as it was! The only flaw was that the Spy threw a knife in his back.
The next day, he repeated his route, jumping on top of the bridge and leaping across to the second story of the BLU building. The journey was cut short after encountering a BLU Heavy who was positioned in the hallways along with a BLU Medic ready to ÜberCharge the large Russian.
It didn't end well. While he did manage to escape by the skin of his teeth, his blue-suited nemesis wasn't too far away to finish what the Heavy started.
That didn't stop him, though. He was a stubborn son of a gun - at least that's how the RED Engineer worded it when the Scout reemerged from the RED base and repeated his approach into the BLU
The Scout and the Crab chp. 18Chapter 18 - Welcome to ColdfrontThe Scout and the Crab chp. 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The BLU Scout didn't know how to react as the RED Scout explained to him everything the Spycrab had told him about his cursed. Although he left out a few details, like him being a virgin. Both of the Scouts sat down next to each other and leaned against the door as the BLU Scout tried to comprehend everything that happened. It was hard to believe, but then again, the intelligent crab he held in his hands was evident enough.
"So..." Began the BLU Scout as he held the crab close to him. "...The Spy was turned into a crab by the ghost of Zepheniah Mann at the Harvest?"
"That's what he said." The RED Scout nodded.
The BLU Scout looked at his RED counterpart. "But why? What did he do that was s-so-so wrong?"
"Well don't ask me!" The RED Scout snapped. "I don' know and nor does he! He just went over to Harvest one day to find a way a new way to f*ck me up on the field and then BAM!" The BLU Scout jumped slightly.
I Regret EverythingI Regret Everything4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A black haze hung over the base, thick rainclouds hiding the sunlight and pouring a heavy rain down on the land below it. The water furiously tapped the roof and windows. It pooled in large puddles on the dirt and filled the sewers, sending through each base the odour of sewage and rainwater. Storms happened on occasion on the war grounds, some worse than others. This was the worst storm that had been seen in a long while. The thunder shook the floors and windows, the lights flickered, and the roof creaked. All missions had been cancelled due to the nature of this storm, so both teams, RED and BLU, had a day to themselves for the first time in what seemed like forever. Despite this, both teams dreaded the aftermath of rain, knowing that when the storm finally cleared up, they would be battling in mud and puddles.
All was quiet on the RED base. Most of the mercenaries had decided to use the day to relax. It was like this in stormy weather. The mercenaries had come to like each other's c
The Scout and the Crab chp. 9Chapter 9 - The Unfortunate TruthThe Scout and the Crab chp. 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spycrab awoke to annoying trilling of off-key whistling, followed by the heavy footsteps. He cursed to himself when he realized the sun hasn't even risen and already the RED team was up and about. Yet another reason, he noted, why the RED team had gotten sloppy: they went to bed late and woke up too early. The Spy turned slightly and looked up at the Scout, who was still fast asleep, laying on his stomach with his face buried into the pillow as he lightly snored. The former-Frenchmen had to admit that when the Scout wasn't yelling or acting like a complete dick, he was rather...cute. It was an attribute he never would have thought about his enemy, but since he had to trust this young man with his life for the time being, he decided to change his opinion on the Scout. Part of him was mournful that eventually he would have to return to killing the boy, but that was how he was paid: to kill anyone who wore red.
"Guten Morgen, Scout!" the
The Scout and the Crab chp.20Chapter 20 - Letter to Red (Part 1)The Scout and the Crab chp.204 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spycrab rested himself on the Scout's desk, finding it to be the safest place in the Scout's room. Keeping him protected from the possibility of being stepped on by the other REDs, who occasionally burst in unannounced. Or even from being crushed from the Scout himself when he would return from a battle and just flop down on his bed...while the Spycrab would rest there as well. While on the desk, he was safe.
The Scout had yet to unpack, his room remained cluttered with boxes. Judging by the state of the Scout's workspace back in 2fort, it probably would not be long before the risk of paper avalanches would make the desk too hazardous for the Spycrab to traverse. He had himself wrapped in the BLU Scout's scarf, although he honestly preferred the RED Scout's scarf due to the fact that particular scarf still had the Bostonian's scent on it. He didn't want to hurt the BLU Scout's feelings, so he chose to bundle up with it to keep warm