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The poker game was down to Spy, Medic, Sniper, and (C/N), everyone else had lost their money that was now sitting in the middle of the table. The four support classes were fairly evenly matched in the game making it seem like the end would never come. Everyone else had already went off to bed, or in Demos case, passed out on a chair. With no one up everything was quite except for the sound of cards scraping across the table. Medic had a beer in hand taking large swigs in-betweens play while the other two men had cigarettes in mouth occasionally letting out puffs of smoke. (C/N) on the other hand couldn’t have either, Engi got tremendous

(F/N) sat Indian-Style on her bed cocooned in a large fluffy violet blanket. A pack of Pocky's and king sized bottle of root beer sat besides her. It was just a bit past 2AM but the girl didn't care one bit, instead of sleep she was enjoying the wonders of the internet. Something that can only truly be experienced in the early hours of the morning. A video had just started playing when she heard a tapping sound coming from the window behind her. Curious she paused the video and got up to investigate. After getting up from her warm bundle on the bed and making her way to the window she found the noise to only be coming from a tree branch knoc

A soft tapping sound came from the door of Mordin's Lab, though he shared it with (F/N) who was considered 'Medically Unstable'. The Salarian didn't hear the noise, as he was busy in his work, but (F/N) with her cat like scenes heard it clear as day. However she was a bit confused by the sound. Normally the only one that visited was Shepard and he would simply walk in, who could be knocking? Waiting to see if the sound came again she continued to sit on her cot patently with ears standing on edge. Again she heard it, though this time much louder bringing Mordin out of his studies. "Not expecting visitor. Perhaps Shepard? No, would simply wal

"This tale begins on the cold evening of Halloween when four teenagers were sitting around in the middle of the woods, just like we a-" "God dammit no one wants to hear your shitty stories Clint!" Tony, the eldest of the group, shouted drunk. True they had only been sitting around the fire for a mere hour but he had decided to start the party off hard. "I wanna hear something (F/N)'s got up her hot ass." Bucky stared coldly at Tony for this comment but went no further knowing there was no point to it. "Alright," (F/N) stood up and walked to the middle of the circle, surrounding her was; Tony Stark, Clint Barton, and her older brother 'Bucky

Archimedes was a good bird. He followed directions (most of the time), never got into trouble (except for when he did), and was loved by all of the members of RED (give or take). Not only was he a good bird he was a spoiled bird, Medic treated the dove like he was a king. All the other doves were treated just above animal abuse, being free fed and mainly not starving with the occasional pat on the head, but Archimedes was different. He was fed three times a day, each day, 20 minutes before the mercenaries ate there meals. He was Medic's baby and nothing ever was going to change that, hell the man had never even experimented on the bird, somet

Professor Bruce Banner taught 12th grade lower biology, surprising for a man of his talent. He had the ability to obtain any job he could possibly want in the scientific community and of all things he chose to be a teacher. And not an honors teacher, or even a regular teacher, he had decided to teach the less scientifically inclined students. Which everyone knew was just a nicer phrase for the stupid kids. But he enjoyed his work, each year brought new kids and he would inspire them in ways no one thought possible. He gave the kids a chance no one else would. One child in particular was (F/N) (L/N), she was the youngest in her class and poss

"Bonjour mademoiselle, je m'appelle (F/N)," the woman spoke afraid that she was pronouncing things wrong. Her colleague before her, a tall native French man, motioned for her to continue while inhaling the cigarette placed between his lips. "Comment allez-vous?" The man smiled slightly before answering her question, "Je suis très bien." Again he took a breath of smoke and then puffed it back out. Once again it was (F/N)'s turn to speak. "Bien, à bientôt," once again her voice shook from her nervousness. "So, how did I do?" now speaking in her native tongue she was much more comfortable and stuttered less. She noticed a week s

"Jeff... what are you doing?" the killer in question sat Indian style placed atop the kitchen table. Not only that but his hands were clasped together like a priest or nun praying, but he wasn't the bit religious. Covering his eyes was a dark gray sleeping mask with bright red coloring spelling 'bitch please'. That's new, thought his on looker (F/N) a fellow creepypasta. In her days she had seen some very strange things, most of which were disturbing as well, but after so many years nothing came as a surprise to her any more. This though was more then out of character, Jeff had never been seen this calm in the history of anything to have ever

==========WARNING========== 1)There Is Quite A Bit Of Cursing In The Beginning Of This This, So If You Don't Like That Don't Read. 2)Read Description For Translations ==========WARNING========== "Shark! Fucken' giant ass shark!" a woman shouted from a few feet behind you. "Get to the boat!" "(B/N)! Its got (B/N)!" you screamed as your brother was pulled down into the black water, though it was quickly becoming red. "Get in the Fucking boat now (F/N)!" your mother shouted bloody murder from the safety of the boat insisting you come back. "(B/N)! Let go of him you damn bastard!" "Someone call the guard." "Get my children out of the water

"Didn't you say your new recruit would be here by now?" Mercer questioned his second in command. It was no secret the man was impatient and easy to anger but for once her had a reason no one could dispute. Brynjolf had promised a talented and skilled new recruit for the Guild by noon, though it was now dusk and there had been no sign of the (Ra/N). "The ratways are quite a maze, she's most likely just turned around," the master thief tried pulling off an excuse but Mercer didn't want to here any of it. "Well if your that concerned we'll go after the lass." The thought of Mercer actually going out of his way to help someone would make anyone