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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 4 days

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He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

One serene afternoon.

I finished work early and was on my way to Kicho's room.

(I wonder if there's anything I can help with today.)

(But Kicho is the type of person who handles everything by himself.)

Mai: "Sometimes, I wish he'd rely on me more."

Just as I muttered that under my breath,

Fuku's voice: "Kicho! Kicho!"

Mai: "Fuku?"

(Fuku rarely makes this much noise. Could something have happened to Kicho?)

Mai: "Excuse me!"

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Kicho, where are you?"

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Under Fuku's excited fluttering, something was squirming underneath the pistol.

(Is that a plush toy!?)

Kicho: "Sorry, Mai. Can you lend me a hand?"

Mai: "Is that voice coming from you, Kicho!?"

Kicho: "Yeah, unbelievable as it may seem."

I hurriedly put away the pistol and picked up a small, fluffy plush toy that bore a striking resemblance to him.

Mai: "W-What the hell is this?"

Kicho: "I have no idea. Before I knew it, I found myself shrinking."

(Shrinking? More like turning into a plushie.)

Kicho: "I was utterly stuck and couldn't move. Thanks to you, I'm saved."

Kicho: "I'd like to do something to repay you, but..."

(This gentlemanly side... Yeah, that's definitely him.)

(But...)

Mai: "Cute."

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "Sorry! That was insensitive of me. But you're just too cute; I couldn't help it."

Kicho: "Am I cute now?"

Mai: "Yes, very."

I moved in front of the window and used it to show him his reflection.

Kicho: "----!"

He seemed shocked and was at a loss for words.

As I helped with paperwork, dusk began to fall.

Mai: "So, you're staying as a plushie, huh?"

Kicho: "Seems so. I'd like to find a way to turn back into a human, but I have no clue where to start looking."

Kicho, who had been watching my work on the table, raised his arm with a little hop, then started tilting his head and moving his arm up and down.

Mai: "What are you doing?"

Kicho: "I was trying to cross my arms."

(I see, his arms are too short to reach!)

Mai: "………"

(I shouldn't laugh like this when I should be worrying.)

I bit my lip to hold back my smile.

Kicho: "I guess it was the wormhole that caused it."

Mai: "So, the distortion in space-time changed your form?"

Kicho: "Yeah, although it's weird that I turn into a plush toy."

Mai: "True. It's also weird that it didn't affect a modern person like me."

Fuku: "Modern?"

Fuku, now completely calm, seemed very interested in Kicho's appearance, trying to peck at him with its beak.

Kicho: "Sorry, Fuku. I'll play with you once this is over. Just wait a little longer."

Kicho: "Mai, seal this letter."

Mai: "Sure."

I obediently sealed the letter meant for his business partner.

Mai: "Is there anything else I can do? Please don't hesitate to ask."

Kicho: "No, everything else is fine. Sorry for the trouble."

As he shuffled unsteadily across the table, I reached out instinctively to steady him.

Kicho: "Sorry."

(Even in such a situation, he's still so considerate.)

Mai: "It's okay. Please don't hesitate to ask for anything."

I gently placed him back on my hand and brought my face closer.

Mai: "I hope you can return to your original form soon, but I'm glad I can help with your work."

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be more helpful.”

Kicho: “Mai.”

Kicho: “Having you by my side is more than enough. You’re too kind to me.”

Mai: “Stop being hard on yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to rely on others a bit more.”

Kicho: “........”

Kicho: “Thank you. That kindness of yours is what saves me.”

He walked over to me, hugging my finger with his tiny arms and pressing his face against it.

(That’s supposed to be a kiss, right? So cute!)

Kicho: “Then, may I rely on you?”

Mai: “Of course!”

Kicho: “I’d like to get some extra envelopes ready in case I’m still like this tomorrow.”

Mai: “The stock is on that shelf, right?”

Holding Kicho in my hand, I reached for the tall shelf, but...

Mai: “Hmm, it looks like they’re at the back. A step stool would help.”

Kicho: “Place me on the shelf. I’ll try to push the box closer.”

Mai: “Are you sure?”

Kicho: “It’s worth a try.”

He carefully walked along my extended arm and perched on top of the shelf.

Kicho: “I’m going to push it. Be ready to catch it.”

Mai: “Got it.”

A moment of carelessness was all it took.

Without thinking, I hastily pulled the box towards me, and as a result, the box tipped over and came tumbling down.

Kicho: "----!"

Mai: "Ah!"

He was accidentally knocked off the shelf by the box.

Mai: "Kicho!"

(What do I do? He's going to fall!)

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Just before he hit the ground, Fuku swiftly caught him.

Mai: "Nice catch, Fuku! Are you okay!?"

I quickly set the box down and took him from Fuku's beak.

Mai: "I'm sorry, I..."

Kicho: "Don't worry, I'm fine. It was my carelessness that made me fall."

Mai: "No, I should've been more careful!"

Kicho: "……."

I hugged him tightly, and a sudden, blinding light enveloped us.

Kicho: "Ugh..."

Mai: "Kicho, your body!"

Kicho: "I'm back to normal?"

Mai: "Thank goodness! Sorry, I probably should let go now."

Kicho: "No."

He hugged me back gently, and I looked into his familiar green eyes.

Kicho: "Let's stay like this for a little while."

Kicho: "But only until I get used to not relying on you too much."

Mai: "Mm..."

Feeling the warmth of his lips against mine, I clung to him with tears welling up in my eyes.

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enkvyu · 9 months

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ask game — prompt from this request

“hit a leg so stanky it requires medical intervention”

your jaw unhinges and you gape at gojo and getou, both standing sheepishly in the morgue. “what are you doing here?”

gojo looks away, slumping into a seat and rattling the metal chair against the tiled floors. his left leg juts out awkwardly, a metal pole stabbed right through the muscle of his lower leg. the bleeding had stopped around the opening, but the sight was still a gruesome one to behold.

“i was hitting a leg so stinky it now requires medical intervention.”

getou makes a concerning noise, something between a chortle and a gasp that isn’t given the chance to reach its full potential as he slams a hand over his mouth. he coughs when you give him an incredulous look and shrugs away gojo’s pestering.

“you laughed!”

“we’re meant to be fighting.”

“that was twenty minutes ago. right now, we’re bonding over my shenanigans.”

the light atmosphere completely throws you off loop, especially as you struggle to pull your eyes away from the injury. though you've been trained in the way of medicine, flesh and blood was still difficult to digest.

you struggle to focus on your job as the boys begin bickering. as you slide on a pair of latex gloves, you mumble, “at least you’re aware.”

gojo eyes the shiny material and he hesitates when you gesture him over, patting the bed in front of you. “why do you need those on?”

“for medical inspection.”

“you cheated on your exam along with shoko, you can’t just use proper procedures whenever you want to. you're not even a real doctor!” he argues, edging backwards as you come forward. there's something satisfying with eliciting panic on gojo so you play around, pulling back the material so it snaps back in place against your wrist. "i'm serious, if you're operating on me just because i've got the pole of a trampoline stuck in my foot, i'm leaving."

"only you would think this is a minor wound." getou remarks drily.

"they say real friends are those that can sincerely clap for you when you do well." you say. "where's my thanks for cheating on my exam so i could heal you guys? without me, you would all be dead."

"i don't remember the last time you clapped for me." gojo mumbles.

you tilt your head at him. "when was the last time you did well?"

getou hides his smile behind his palm. "gagged."

it was easy to forget the two boys had been fighting only a few minutes ago, though gojo reminds you again by growling deeply at getou's statement, whipping around to level him with a glare.

"still haven't had enough? want to go for another round of eggs?"

"eggs?” you echo, picking up metallic tools from a clean tray.

getou answers you instead. "it's when one person curls up in a ball on a trampoline and the other person jumps around in hopes of cracking them."

gojo points to his leg. "getou might have cracked me too hard."

you finishing cleaning the tools necessary for the operation. nodding over to getou, he catches your message and lifts gojo up from under his arms. the white haired sorcerer lets him, though not without a frown.

the metal bed moves around a little as his weight is dumped on its surface, the wheels rolling around on the spot. when gojo doesn't immediately lie down, you push his shoulders and catch his head before it slams against the metal.

you slide the standing light across the floor and ready your hands.

"is that a hammer?" he inquires and you roll your eyes as if he was the stupid one.

"it's an orthopaedic mallet."

"what's the difference?"

"this is actually legal to use in surgery."

only now does gojo struggle. "you are not coming near me with that thing."

"scared?" getou taunts.

you crack a grin, handing getou the legal, medical hammer. "here, you can do the honors."

"he doesn't even have a medical license!"

you shrug. "neither do i. you mentioned that earlier, didn't you?"

gojo bites his lip, shrinking in on himself. "did i also mention how much i appreciate you?"

placing a hand on his shoulder, you deliver a heartfelt gaze. "no, maybe you should have done that sooner."

getou smiles over your shoulder, rolling up his sleeves. "this might hurt."

it’s only when getou begins using the mallet in it’s (definitely) intended purpose, that you realise you had forgotten to give gojo a dose of anaesthetics.

do i really think an orthopaedic mallet is used to remove a pole from a leg? no, absolutely not. was it the first surgical tool i thought of? yes. also, like gojo so kindly mentioned, you don't have a medical licence anyways so you probably just hammered the pole all the way through to the other end or smth. also google was not helping :(

#% ask game #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #getou #geto #gojo imagine #gojo drabble #gojo scenario

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morganaspendragonss · 1 year

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count my little scars, i got dozens down inside

so, a long time ago, @elinehasallthefeels sent me a prompt asking for judd discovering one of tk's unhealthy coping mechanisms and being like 'wtf are you doing!' while tk didn't get why he was horrified. it was meant to be a light-hearted piece.

this is not. eline, i am very sorry for twisting your prompt this way

ao3 | 1.3k | self-harm, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mental illness, references to addiction, worried judd ryder, the author is yet again projecting

The metal burns on his skin, a pain so bad his eyes screw shut and he has to bite his lip to keep from crying out. His whole body is locked up, in a war with itself between wanting to stop and wanting to keep going, but TK pushes through and forces himself to press down harder, twisting his left hand to make sure he feels it before the heat inevitably, and too quickly, leaches out of the metal.

He’s breathing heavily now, careful and measured through his nose, and this is–this is good. This means he might be able to work the rest of his shift without breaking down; this means the urges running through his brain and every inch of his body will go away.

Or, he hopes it does.

If it doesn’t, then TK…

Maybe he should try again. Just to be sure. His fingers twitch across the counter, and now he’s thought it there’s no going back, no moving forward until the impulse is satisfied, no—

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

TK jumps and the spoon clatters to the counter, the noise seeming to echo around the otherwise empty kitchen. He moves his right arm behind his back, but the damage has, quite literally, been done, and TK knows it. So he sighs and plasters on a smile, shrugging slightly. “Would you let it go if I said it’s no big deal?”

“Hell, no,” Judd says. He crosses his arms firmly across his chest and stares at TK in a way that might be intimidating if he didn’t know him. “What were you doing?”

TK waves his hand to the mug on the counter as nonchalantly as he can. “Making coffee.”

“Oh, so you’re trying to be funny, huh?” Judd takes a step forward, effectively blocking TK’s path out of the kitchen. “Well, I ain’t laughing. TK, I just watched you take the spoon – the damn spoon – that’s been sitting in a cup of boiling hot coffee for the last few minutes and instead of cleaning it with water and a towel like everyone else, you decide to wipe it off on your own damn skin. I ain’t a fool, TK, I know what you were doing. I just don’t… I mean, why not… Why?”

Judd looks so confused and TK can’t stand it anymore so he looks down at the floor and scuffs the toe of his boot against the lino. He knows the questions Judd isn’t asking and he knows he’ll want more answers than TK will be able to give him; the difficulty is figuring out which parts to tell. Judd probably already knows about the run of bad calls they’ve had – he was with them on a couple and probably will have heard about the others – but that alone as an explanation won’t satisfy him. He also knows TK is a basketcase, but… Well.

“It’s easier than the alternative,” he settles on. “And it doesn’t leave a mark. Not a permanent one, anyway. Not one that can’t be explained.”

“The alternative?” Judd asks, the crease in his brows deepening before smoothing back out again. “You mean drugs?”

“That,” TK acknowledges. And that’s enough for Judd to know; he doesn’t want to tell him how he shrinks from the blade of a knife, how he can never go hard enough, deep enough to make any difference.

Judd sighs. “Okay, fine, but why don’t you talk to someone instead? You don’t have to… Hang on.” The creases return, the worry spreading across his face along with dawning realisation. “You said it don’t leave a mark.”

TK nods mutely, waiting. It feels like it takes an eternity, but eventually the puzzle pieces click.

“How long has this been going on, TK?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “A long time. Judd, I thought it was normal.”

Judd scoffs, an eyebrow raised, but TK doesn’t know what to tell him. He hates having to explain this stuff to people; it’s awkward and complicated and he almost always ends up feeling worse for it.

“I was ten,” he admits quietly. “Maybe eleven. I didn’t… I thought it was normal. I had it in my head that if you do something wrong, you get punished for it. So that’s what I did. It took years for me to fully realise that most people didn’t think the same way. I mean, I would talk to my friends about this shit—“

“And none of them ever said anything?” Judd’s expression has shifted to outrage now and TK is almost scared he’s going to start swinging. Not at him, he knows Judd would never do that – again – but at something. The ghosts of TK’s past, maybe, except it wasn’t their fault either.

It was always just TK.

“Judd, listen, it’s okay. I was a kid and, like I said, I–”

“–thought it was normal,” Judd interrupts. “Yeah, I got that part nice and clear. But you’re not some kid anymore, TK, so I’m gonna need you to do a bit better than that.”

TK closes his eyes and grits his teeth, wanting more than anything to turn back time, to find some other outlet, to not have to have this conversation. It’s so hard to get people to understand and TK gets why; he knows perfectly well that what he’s doing isn’t normal or good or something anyone in their right mind would do. He doesn’t know how to explain, when he knows all that, why he does it anyway.

“It’s like an addiction,” he tries. “Once you start, once you get in so deep, you can’t stop even when you know you should. It’s just… It’s constantly there, Judd. Every time something happens there’s this voice in my head that tells me to…to…”

“To burn yourself with your coffee spoon?”

“To do whatever’s easiest. To, I don’t know, scratch myself up or slam my hand into the wall or, yeah, use the fucking coffee spoon because it’s what I deserve, right?” He takes a sharp breath and cuts himself off, turning away from Judd. “So now you know,” he says tightly, not looking back around. “Just do me a favour and don’t tell anyone else.”

A pause. A sigh. “TK…”

“Judd, please.” TK loves the crew, would trust them with his life, but he can’t handle more people knowing about this fucked up, broken part of him. “I can’t… I…”

Sudden tears rise in his throat and TK chokes, reaching out to grab the counter. His free hand clenches into a fist at his side, nails digging hard into his palm, but before he can go any further there’s another hand pulling his apart, arms pulling him into an embrace. Judd hugs him and TK can’t help but hide his face in his chest.

“I try not to,” he whispers, sounding childish even to his own ears, but what’s a little more humiliation?

“Okay.” Judd pulls out of the hug, moving his hands to TK’s shoulders and looking him in the eyes. “But, TK, man, I’m serious. You can’t keep doing this. It’s not healthy.”

“I know.” He takes a shaky breath and swallows hard. “I am trying.”

And he is. He is. But TK knows intimately how hard habits can be to kick, and this one is harder than many. Still, “I am,” he says again, and Judd must see the truth of it on his face because he nods reluctantly and claps TK on the shoulder.

“Alright,” he says. “I won’t tell. But if you need to talk to someone, preferably before any of this, you know I’mma be there for you. And Carlos and your daddy and everyone here. You know that, right?”

TK nods. “Thanks.”

Judd lingers for a second longer then walks away and TK turns back to the counter. The spoon is still there, right where he dropped it, and after staring at it for a moment, he washes it and throws it back in the drawer. The itch has gone now at least, but TK knows it will come back. It always does.

He just hopes that, next time, he’ll be strong enough.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk strand #judd ryder #lone star #911ls #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing

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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months

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The first rythm

Warning : little emotional , fluff, nightmare, comfort

Summary : A shocking and deadly realization overtakes them. A diagnosis she would rather not have seen and a moral gray zone that entails consequences. Finally, a dream but not from Michael?

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The sound of the closing door echoed down the empty and only lightly lit hallway. Her gaze went down and she could feel the approaching headache. What she had just experienced had only strengthened her affection. Her feelings, however, also and whether this was beneficial or a problem remained to be seen. What was that just now she heard her own voice and shook her head ignorantly.

Yes that was a good question what had just happened. Better yet, what happened to Michael that he forgot to give himself his blood. The thing that kept him alive. She could still feel her heart beating fast. Her symphony was driven by fear. The fear of losing him, the fear of losing him in her arms. She looked down at her hands and realized that the trembling that had gripped her body was gone. Michael acted like a conductor on her body.

A gentle touch followed by sweet words was enough for her heart. What made her move, however, was the little voice that reminded her that she needed new blood samples and a coffee for Michael. Even though she doubted he would actually drink it.

Heading for the elevator, she looked at her phone. But besides the much too late or rather too early time, she let it slide back into her pocket. She didn't get one from Katrin either, but she didn't take it from her friend. They both had busy jobs and Katrin also had a child. It was normal that they had not communicated with each other for several weeks because of their jobs.

After getting into the elevator, she sighed but smiled briefly as she looked at the band-aid on her finger. Michael had been caring and gentle with her. He had taken care of her and even though it was just a band-aid, she was grateful.

Arriving at the upper floor, she listened. She heard no alarming noise and no Martine talking. Which would either mean she was off duty or somewhere else on the station.

So Y/n set off, hoping not to bump into Martine, while from the outside she was still walking around with the blood samples. She walked down the hall before turning the corner and arriving moments later in front of the refrigerated room with the blood samples.

She gained access and felt goose bumps forming on her body. Ignoring them, she searched through the various reagents and labels. Before she found the department for Michael Morbius. She took them out and checked again if they were the right ones before she went out.

She locked the door behind her and was about to turn around when she heard a voice that made her shrink. ,, Haven't you been to Michael's yet?" asked Martine, who also seemed to need a sample. Is everyone here trained in hardcore sneaking? she asked herself, and decided to ask herself how long it would take to show up so quietly.

,, Yes, I did, but he wanted to do some more tests and rehearsals," she lied, but to her confusion she saw the worried angry expression in the dark eyes. ,, Are you alright?" asked Y/n, afraid that Martine was not alright. ,,Yes, no, I- do you know which test?" she asked quickly, seeming to be already at Michael's side. But Y/n just shook her head and got a bad feeling about the whole thing. ,, Thanks anyway," she said hastily before turning around and disappearing.

This is not going to end well she heard her own conscience and knew that her lie would probably cause trouble not only for her but also for Michael. So she hurried with the samples towards the nurse's office where she made the coffee as Michael wanted.

Nervous and fidgety, she stood in front of the machine, her fingers drumming on the tray. When the hot drink was ready, she hurried as fast as she could towards the elevator, inwardly praying that Martine hadn't gone to see Michael yet. In the elevator, she rearranged herself so that the coffee was on her right and the samples on her left. With the familiar pling, she hurried out into the hallway.

She opened the door to Michael Labor and was relieved that the lights were still on. What made her less happy was the guilty expression on Michael's face when he looked at her. ,, I have the samples and your coffee," Y/n announced and walked towards Michael. But when she saw Martine coming out from behind the large closed column in the middle, she stopped. ,,Did you take advantage of your position and let her get the blood for the last time?" Martine demanded, and Y/n didn't quite know what to say.

Which is why she quickly put the coffee in front of Morbius, who gave her a thankful look and took the blood samples. She stopped between the two and was unsure about the situation. ,, I like to tell you again. I haven't done any more tests and if only alone," Michael assured her and Y/n didn't quite understand why Martine was so angry.

Was it something bigger than just a simple cure? ,, Is that true?" Martine now turned to Y/n who was torn out of her thoughts. ,, I don't even know what the test is about," she protested and looked at Martine with an annoyed look. But her two colleagues and friends remained silent.

As if they were hiding a secret. It was Michael who sighed before looking at Martine. She, however, avoided his gaze and nodded briefly as a sign. ,, Did you read the file I gave you?" he asked, hope in his eyes.

Hope that she had not done it. Y/n shook her head and Michael did not seem relieved. ,, Show her," Martine demanded, and Michael began typing something on the keyboard.

On the screens on the walls appeared several medical reports and pictures. ,, What do you see?" asked Michael and in his voice the doctor briefly resonated. Her eyes looked attentively at every detail and she skimmed the report.

What was shockingly burned into her mind was the realization that whatever treatment was given would be as good as too late. One would die early or later or the body itself would give way. With an uncertain look she looked from Martine to Michael. ,, The patient will die sooner or later," she said into the silent room before quietly adding, afraid of the answer, ,,Whose is this?"

,, It's mine," Michael answered her question and his blue eyes found hers. It hit her completely unprepared like a slap in the face. She leaned against the table and her hands clutched at her white doctor's coat.

She could not think clearly. The symphony was in full swing and without derigents. ,, What?" was the only thing she said and it sounded so broken. ,, Since when?" was the next question and Y/n didn't really want to hear.

Michael's gaze searched hers but her eyes were directed to the ground. ,, My whole life, actually, but so seriously for a few months now," he admitted, and Martine still seemed to be struggling with the diagnosis.

She still did not realize how quickly the ground was pulled out from under her feet. ,,Here," Michael said reassuringly, and he pushed the now cool coffee over to her. His fingers lingered briefly on her hand and she was grateful for the support.

The symphony had at least returned to its rhythm, but the chaos continued. She took a big sip and ignored the cool bitter nauseating taste. ,, But then why the blood samples?" asked Y/n after she had calmed down a bit. ,, They are not only mine. They're theirs, too," Michael said before rolling his chair over to the locked column, at least that's what she assumed, and entering a code on the lock.

The protection was removed and in Y/n eyes was curiosity and something like fascination. ,, Bats? " came a questioning but interested from her lips and she stepped next to Michael. ,, I made a small trip in the Amazonas a few months ago and brought new friends with me. They helped me with my research based on their skills and my illness" he explained as roughly as possible and Y/n slowly understood what was going on.

,,Did you...succeed?" she asked cautiously and she hoped so much that there was a cure for Michael. She did not want to lose him, not now. ,, We're still trying, we have to keep changing formulas here and there, we're well over forty tests in, but so far nothing," Martine replied and Michael looked at his nocturnal animals for a moment before rolling over to his equipment.

There he took various samples and tools before taking out a dictaphone. ,, Can I help in any way?" she blurted out, wanting to help Michael in some way. ,, What do you say?" he asked Martine.

Martine sighed and looked at Y/n before she said, ,, You can't tell anyone about this, we are in a moral gray area. Not to mention what happens when our dear little guinea pig tries it out on himself," she paused for a moment. ,, Well, three doctors are always better than two, aren't they?" she said with a small smile and Y/n thanked them.

She watched spellbound as Michael took samples from a chilled bat before placing it in the centrifuge and letting the machine do its work. He took the cap off a cage and revealed a small white mouse.

Her gaze, however, remained on the bats flying excitedly in their new home. While Morbius began to date and report on his recording device. After taking the sample out of the device, he began to inject it into the mouse. The animal made a frightened noise before it began to squirm.

The three of them looked at the animal, hoping that the experiment would succeed. After a struggle of several seconds, the small rapid symphony in the animal died and it seemed dead. Y/n noticed Michael cursing and Martine lowering her head in disappointment but expectation. Y/n went to the computer and looked at the internal values of the mouse. It seemed to be due to the connection, it should have succeeded.

,,Guys, look!" she said quickly when she saw the new values on the screen and left them out. ,, My God, it worked," Martine said happily and with relief, and it seemed like an eternity since she had smiled like that. ,, Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?" Martine interrupted the process of Michael who had filled a new blood sample into a syringe and was about to inject it. ,, In case you missed it, I just found a cure.

So unless you want to use Anna as a guinea pig, I'll take it," he protested, and Y/n understood Martine's concern. ,, If anything, you'll have to inject it into your spinal cord for any effect, I thought you were a doctor," Martine grumbled.

,, Sorry, but isn't this all highly unpleasant in general, the whole process? " she interrupted them and Morbius smiled knowingly. ,, Of course it is, but I know someone who can help us," he murmured and Y/n raised an eyebrow. ,, Let's pull some strings, I suggest we do it the next day" Martine suggested looking at the clock in the lab and sighing. ,,Y/n our shift ends soon we should finish slowly...that goes for you too Michael" she admonished her colleague and he raised his hands placatingly. ,, I get it, Mom," he said and went back to his equipment.

Martine walked out of the lab with Y/n and they both sighed at the same time before smiling. ,, And is this what you were hoping for after your acceptance here?" she asked, still smiling. Once upstairs on the floor, the two of them went to the nurses' station where they began to change after a final check on the patients.

They said hello and goodbye to their replacements and were glad that their shift was over. By the time Y/n had taken Michael's file and picked up her bag, Martine had already disappeared in the direction of the parking lot. As she had mumbled something about how important sleep was.

So Y/n finally went to the parking lot herself before she got into her car. She looked at the file for a moment before turning her gaze to the road. Her engine howled and she set her car in motion.

It was morning when she arrived at her apartment and the sun was shining through her windows. But she also went to bed and was glad that she could rest after her shift. With one last look at her cell phone, which showed no messages, she closed her eyes and hoped to find restful sleep.

Darkness overcame her again and formed her friend. In her dream, however, it seemed different. There was no castle, no corridor, not even the sea of blood. Only darkness surrounded her and seemed to love her.

Only when she gained control over her body did she open her eyes in the dream. The darkness made room for her and gave way to some light that seemed to break through the dark mass.

She was expecting Michael, at least her last dreams had included him. Even though the bat monster still made her feel uneasy. Of course she knew when she woke up that she had nothing to fear, but in her dream it was hell.

But she heard no flapping of wings and no hissing, only silence. She stepped further out and thought it was true as a cage formed out of the darkness. It was the mouse. It was an oppressive feeling to be trapped, she shook the dark cage bars but the black mass seemed to solidify again and again.

She paused only when she heard footsteps. ,, Michael?" she asked and her voice echoed in the cage. A click was heard in response before a whirring sound came from the darkness.

But she didn't react fast enough and before she even realized what was flying towards her, a wooden pellet bored into her chest and shattered her heart. She wanted to say something, but instead she just gurgled and blood poured from the wound as well as from her mouth.

Her legs gave way and she went down. Her fingers felt heavy and cold as she tried to somehow pull the stake out of her chest. Her attempt to pull the stake out of her chest was unsuccessful, and her gaze went to the direction from which the shots were coming. She heard footsteps approaching her position.

What confused her was that it was not Michael standing there but the strange man from the supermarket. ,, I will not allow it," she dully perceived his voice before renewed darkness overcame her. With a rapid heartbeat driven by fear, she awoke and had clawed herself into her blanket.

She perceived at the edge of her ringing alarm clock that probably also wanted to wake her up. She went to her chest but neither the flesh there was penetrated nor was her heart not shattered. What made her pause, however, was the message that was displayed on her phone. It was from Michael.

#michael morbius #michael morbius x reader #morbius the living vampire #morbius #little emotional #fluff #nightmare #comfort

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artlesscomedic · 2 years

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wait ranboo not understanding that other people could feel pain like him and (later) trying to pay off tommy's parents sounds interesting,could you expand upon/further explain either point?

WELL

For the longest time, all alone with no one to teach him things like empathy and guilt

When his mom was around, instead of "it's okay, we all feel angry/frustrated/sad/hurt, it's a normal feeling and this is how we can deal with it" he got "why? your life is great, you have no reason to feel that way"

instead of looking for reasons why he felt bad, or even trying not to feel bad, he came to the conclusion that he must have been the only person who felt these things!

As he started going to school, it just kind of developed into "I feel pain, these kids don't."

Thankfully, that sort of thinking was corrected by his elderly neighbor, Ranboo's emergency contact when the school couldn't get ahold of his mother. She sat him down and explained that everyone hurts, and everyone experiences emotions, and that he needs to be more mindful of how his actions and words affect other people.

It took him a while to understand, but once it clicked, he became a little overly self conscious about hurting people. Especially as he got taller than everyone else. He didn't get stronger, but literally looking down on everyone else really messed with him.

As for the bit with Tommy?

Go back and look at this comic real quick.

Done? Okay.

Time to move out. Since money did him no favors as a kid, he just kind of let it pile up in a separate bank account, so he's not worried about costs. (He also has the fancy card from his mom, which she keeps filled so he'll be fine and not bother her, so he's been slowly taking money and setting it aside too. She doesn't want anything to do with him, but she's willing to pay until he's old enough to move out.

He doesn't know how old "old enough" is exactly, so best to be on the safe side.

Since he doesn't have a frame of reference for when a teenager should or shouldn't be independent, so he keeps looking for places with three bedrooms.

Oh.

It just makes sense, in his mind. Tommy's home life is terrible, and so the sooner he moves out, the better. Tubbo is... Well, Tubbo actually does pretty well, at home. Sparklez is a great single parent and always has been. But he thinks that's why Sparklez would let Tubbo move out--because he knows his son, and he knows his son's friends, and so he must know the three of them are best off together!

It's not that it doesn't occur to him to ask, he just thinks it makes sense. Of course they'll agree. They're happiest when they're together, and safest. They fit. It'll be like having one of their weekend-long sleepovers, but it never has to end.

He's completely bewildered when they mention not being able to pay rent or bills.

"Why would you do that?" He asks. "Pay for anything, I mean."

Tubbo makes a noise that could be a laugh or a scoff. "Wh-- why would you pay and not expect us to?!"

Ranboo shrinks a little. He has the distinct feeling he's going to say something wrong here, but.... "Because I love you guys."

He loves them. And that means he pays for food and housing, and they just....don't worry about things. The difference between this love, and that from his mother, is that Ranboo actually wants to be around Tommy and Tubbo.

Tommy frowns, and looks aside. "Well... yeah? We love you too, man, but that's why we can't just make you pay for everything. It wouldn't be fair to you."

Ranboo shrugs, even though the idea makes his skin itch in a terrible way. "Well-- then you can pitch in however you want, and whenever. But I-- I mean, that's...." He drums his fingers on his laptop. "I don't know how to word it. But it would be better, right? Tommy! You can get away from your foster family, and not worry about anything! And Tubbo-- well, your dad is really nice, but he'd understand, right? I mean, it's us." He gestures to all three of them.

Tubbo squints at him. "What are you talking about?"

Ranboo sighs. "It's just-- well, he's not like my mom, right? He's not-- he cares about you. And he knows that you'd be happy with us. And safe, of course! Because it's us!"

"Okay, but like--what about my parents?" Tommy asks, still looking uncertain. "I move out, they lose their paycheck. They aren't going to just let me go like it's nothing."

Ranboo's first thought is some kind of emancipation. The state has to let Tommy declare independence if he has somewhere safe to stay, and a job lined up! And Ranboo would bet cash that Techno would hand over an apron immediately if Tommy asked.

But then it clicks. Cash.

"Well...you're already seventeen. My mom says that's not enough work to be paid much, but still too late for the system to put real effort into enforcing rules."

"Ranboo!" Tubbo snaps.

"Hang on, I-- I'm just saying-- well-- what if your parents got a bigger paycheck to just.....you know, sign some papers for me and look away?"

Tommy blinks, looking confused, and then his expression drops into looking downright ill.

"You... You want your mom to buy me, essentially...? That's--no." He shakes his head. "No way, man. That's--I'd be indebted to you for forever, man. I want my independence, but that's just--its way too much. Right?" He looks to Tubbo for support.

Tubbo is still looking at Ranboo, his expression a mix of shock and indignation. "Bossman, you really--"

"No!" Ranboo says quickly, louder than he means to, and then quickly quiets down, closing his laptop. "I'd never suggest my mom having custody of anyone! She-- that woman is incapable of caring about another person. I meant...me."

Tubbo pauses the movie on the tv and puts the remote down harder than necessary. "Ranboo, that's crazy talk. That's absolutely fucking mental, and I don't-- I can't--! I can't believe you'd suggest it!"

"It wouldn't be real custody!" Ranboo argues. "I'm just trying to get Tommy out of there, and-- well, I-- I love you guys!" He looks to Tommy. "You know me! I would never, ever hold my love over your head like that! It's not buying you, it-- it's just a little bribery!"

Biggest thanks and love in all the land for @warning-heckmouth for all of their patience and magnificent writing talent, without which this entire section of story would be much shorter, and much clumsier. <3 <3

#asks #dsmp mall au :)#smp ranboo #smp tommy #smp tubbo

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pretty boy

Characters: Sub!Childe, Sub!Xiao x Dom GN!reader (separately)

Genre: smut/NSFW, costume play, cussing, begging, spanking, thigh riding, choking, mirror play, degradation (TW: mean asf to Childe and blood included)

Note: writing smut is so different from reading HAHSHFKFE;; since I'm still inexperienced, I decided to experiment with 2 of my favorite boys first. Enjoy!

Now playing: TENDER - Erode

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Childe dressed in a bunny girl suit.

The upper half of his body bent over, his chest heaving on the bed. Childe's arms were bound behind him, shackled together with a handcuff.

Sitting beside him, you sneered at the sight. "Sticking your ass up like a whore. Waiting for someone to fuck you senseless?" Without warning, you swung your arm in wide motion and connected with his ass to spank him. Childe's body jolted from the impact, erupting a heavy moan as well. His bottom half shivering, as if he was wagging his cute little bunny tail that was attached to the costume.

"You liked that? Looking like a bitch in a heat." Smacking him numerous times earned more lewd noises from him.

Childe's breathing labored as he glanced at you. He beseeched with his gaze, waiting in anticipation. He rubbed his thighs together in a hasty manner to augment friction between his pantyhose and erected manhood. "M-more."

You smirked at the bewitched state he got himself into just by your spanks. Feigning a dull expression, "More? Why don't you do something about it yourself?"

Childe gradually stood up, his desperation burgeoning every second. With an ungainly movement, he mounted himself on your thigh. As his length came in contact with your lap, Childe let out another cry.

"I didn't even touch you, slut." You chuckled as you observed him straddling on your thigh. Though, his advance was far from being graceful since he had his hands restrained. You still considered it adorable of him to take the initiative.

Like a rabbit in their heat cycle, Childe rubbed his dick against your skin. His hips bounced back and forth, each stroke bestowing surges of pleasure throughout his body. Mouth agape, Childe does not shy away when it comes to expressing his moans.

You felt chills traversing down your spine as you watch him fuck your lap, his thighs clamping onto yours as if clinging onto dear life. There was something so exhilarating about seeing Childe so fixated on one of your mere body parts. He was eagerly using your thigh as an object to appease his sexual urges.

As his limbs grew restless, Childe lost his balance with nothing to grab. To secure him in place, you rested your hands on the sides of his waist.

You pressed down, causing his cock to burrow further into your skin. Startled by the development in pleasure, his head flew back as he groaned, back arching. Childe maintained his pace as he vigorously grinds against your lap. You assaulted his bared neck with a relentless bite, welcoming every vibration palpitating through his throat coming from his lascivious moans.

Blood trickled down from where you nibbled him, tasting iron in your mouth. Your chest reverberated a dark chuckle when you pulled away to relish the mark you left on the body that tacitly belonged to you.

Tracing the mark with your thumb, Childe eventually lowered his head. Those lustful eyes met yours. You shot back a glare, "Did I ask you to look at me?" Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you forcefully tugged his head back, drawing an alarming yelp from him. "Keep that little head of yours concentrated on grinding, hmm?"

"Y-yes... I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Childe gasped out. You ignored his pleas and resumed to persistently gnawing his neck at various spots.

As you covered his pale neck with bruises, Childe's pitch grew higher. The urgency in his vehement thrusts motioned he was approaching orgasm, "Gonna come!"

Your fingers laced around his neck, "Who said you could?" Tightening your grip, Childe began to choke as his air passage was slowly shrinking.

As his eyes rolled back, Childe continuously beg in between his weeps, "Please let me come! I want to come, so badly! Please, I've been a good boy."

"You're such a dirty whore for me." You grasped a steady grip on his ass and fondled with it, "Hurry up, before I change my mind."

Childe humped harshly against your skin, "Thank you, thank you so much." Even you could feel the severe abrasion forming on your thigh from his efforts.

Achieving orgasm, a puddle formed in between his legs which finally caused him to slow down. His essence oozed under the costume. Childe collapsed forward, forehead resting on your shoulder as he panted, sweat dripping down. He carried on with perpetual murmuring words of gratitude, as if in a trance.

"You dirty, pretty thing."

Xiao dressed in a maid outfit.

His attractive slim neck was embellished with a jade green ribbon that coordinated with the highlight on his hair. Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Xiao shyly concealed his gaze by peering down. He kept his hands occupied by fiddling with the frills from the dress.

You stood beside Xiao as you admired how fitting he looked in that costume, "Lift the dress up." Your voice firm. It was an order, not a request.

Xiao quietly complied with your words, picking up the one side of the hem.

"Do it properly." Your tone grew stern, making Xiao whimper silently to himself and pulled up the dress completely to expose what lies under.

You hummed pleasantly, "So you even wore lace underwear? What a slut." Shuddering him to the core with your mild degradation, it manifested a tent beneath the white underwear.

A frigid breeze made its way through the aperture in his thighs that were exposed, causing Xiao to squeeze them shut. The weights on his legs that wore knee-high stockings shifted from one to another. You leisurely walked behind him, resting your chest on his back.

Your arms snaked around him, enough to make Xiao aroused as he felt sparks from your sensual touch. Burying your head in his shoulder, you immersed yourself in his scent. Your breath tickled his skin, inflicting lust in Xiao even further.

"You're so pretty, such a good boy for me." Muttering praises to make up for your mean bearings earlier, your hands explored his heated body in the process. Viewing the mirror, a damp spot surfaced on his underwear. It was a living exhibit of how turned on he was. Reaching the bottom where his member lies, you slipped your hand into the underwear, earning a yelp from Xiao.

Your fingers danced on his already wet tip, an attempt to provoke him further. Your touch was intentionally brief, never staying too long. His tip never failed to twitch cutely to seize your attention. Xiao desperately thrusts his hips forward, seeking to engage with your hand.

"Impatient? Then beg for it." You whispered into his ear, watching him succumb to your handlings. Raising his head by tilting his chin with your other hand, Xiao's shriveled pupils met your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. His flushed face was accompanied by eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill out.

"P-please... please make me feel good. Please, please, please!" Chant of pleas cascaded from Xiao's lips, his voice quivering. It was almost impossible to resist consuming him whole right on the spot.

"So cute..." You kissed his hair. Seeing how hard he tried, you ought to show some leniency. "Keep holding the dress up for me." Pulling down his underwear, you instantly switched the gear. You worked on stroking his length in a calculated rhythm. Xiao gasped as his knees buckled and his entire body convulsed. You felt his cock pulsating around your palm, signifying how much he craved and depended on your touch alone to send him to his climax.

Xiao mewled and leaned forward. His trembling legs could no longer support him. You took note of this and hoisted him up with a tight embrace around his waist, meanwhile hastening your pace around his stimulated cock. You made sure to also rub the head with your thumb once in awhile.

Succeeding sweet moans coming from Xiao saturated the room as he fits in your name in between, "I'm going, to.. c-come." He formed incoherent sentences in the nigh of his sexual gratification. Xiao instinctively grabbed your arm and let go of the hem. Distressed to hold onto something as pleasure throbbed throughout his body, his nails dug into your skin.

"Going to come for me like a good boy?" You kissed the nape of his neck. He nodded fervently, hips once again jerking forward as he shot strings of cum, permitting one final deep moan in the process. The white substance splattered against the mirror. His moan transitioned to series of pants as he drooled, body slumping, and eventually went numb.

"Look at how beautiful you are."

#childe smut #childe x reader #childe genshin impact #xiao smut #xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines

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wedreamedlove · 2 years

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why did you think that Osborn and Evan are half - brother?

there are too many coincidences and symbolism in the game. however, i cannot stress enough how insignificant this is among everything else. the two men resolved their differences in their childhood already and have their own goals in life, they're practically strangers (and low-key rivals in love).

EVAN’S CLUES

in his top up [SR Milky Way Dreams], we learn that Evan has a hobby and obsession with wristwatches; he can easily take them apart and put them back together. there’s also a mention about how, as a child, he was often in immensely silent rooms with only the noise of a ticking wristwatch.

in his trajectory [SSR Illusionary Light], when he was 10 years old, he asked his father to give him his wristwatch if he got a perfect score in school and to come home. instead, Evan sees his father go to an amusement park with his other family and give the wristwatch to his son there (Osborn would be 7 years old here).

in [Chapter 13], we learn that Evan’s dad disappeared 15 years ago, putting Evan at 11 years old and Osborn at 8 years old.

back in [SSR Illusionary Light], Evan talks about losing three things when he was 12 years old and the second thing was a wristwatch that was thrown into the fireplace.

OSBORN’S CLUES

in [SSR The 400 Blows], when Osborn was 9 years old, his father was already long gone and his mother cried every day until she abandoned him at a castle where she says he’ll live a better life. (Evan would be 12 years old here).

under the read more is the excerpt of the relevant passage. by the way, Osborn’s trajectory is an hour long recording, so you can imagine how much stuff goes on in them and this part is just 1/5 of what happened to him 14 years ago. except for Charlie’s latest trajectory, everyone else’s is only 30 minutes long. these things are huge and traumatic.

[SSR The 400 Blows TRAJECTORY - 14 Years Ago Early Spring]

A tall, thin man led me into this castle. He looked at me with disgust and said this place would be my home in the future. He called me Young Master. I think it was in that moment that I suddenly understood what was called leaving. I didn't dare think about its true meaning and only desperately ran towards outside. My mother shouldn't have walked far, I thought that if I ran hard enough I could catch up to her. But I was stopped by that man. I begged them to let me out, but no one paid attention to me. This place was large, so I could only go around and around looking for an exit. I couldn't count how many times I looped around in a circle until my entire body was without energy. I crouched in a corner, crying and crying and crying until, in the end, I lost my voice. Many people walked past me and they would all pinch their nose, just like I did when I saw Old Beggar Chen. I couldn't stop from panicking and raised my arm to smell it hard, but I didn't smell anything. However, those disdainful gazes would still accompany me for many years after this. At the time, I suddenly thought that maybe Old Beggar Chen didn't actually smell bad and we had wrongly blamed him. I couldn't help but start to be scared; the living room in front of me constantly enlarged while I constantly shrunk, shrinking until I became a grain of rice. I was scared that one day I would become the Old Beggar Chen of this place. This terror made me feel that time had stopped, until I saw that boy. He didn’t look much older than me but by a few years, however his appearance was more exhausted than anyone I had seen. He asked me, "Would you like some water?". I followed him into a room. I was really thirsty and drank many cups of water, but he didn't say a thing and only sat down beside me. [movie about nezha and how it strikes a chord in Osborn, such as standing up for what's right, cutting through a thorny path without ever bowing his head, dismembering his bones to give to his father, and returning his flesh to his mother] The story ended and the room also became silent. The boy lowered his head and the gears of the watch in his hand collided with a crisp sound. He seemed to have long grown used to this silence. I knew I could never get used to it like him, so I said loudly, "Thank you for the water, I'm leaving". The boy pieced together the last gear, his lowered head staring at some spot. He said, "You can't get out of here". Following his gaze, I saw the watch wrapped loosely around my wrist. In this moment, it was the only sound in this entire room. His eyes made me feel that he really wanted this watch. So, I asked him this, but he shook his head with his eyes like an adult. Suddenly, I saw the shadow of my father. I took apart the watch and took out its core. He accepted it, his solemn appearance making me feel that it was a heart I had just plucked out from my own body. The originally silent watch face began to turn and the originally turning watch face became silent. He scrutinized me for a moment and then got up to open a door. I hastily ran into the light and then glanced back at him. Why did I feel that he had a bit of envy and a bit of longing? I couldn't help but ask him, "Do you want to go together?". He only shook his head and quickly closed the door, as if his earlier appearance was some sort of offence. I felt I must have seen wrong, why would he envy me? My father suddenly left, my mother sent me away without a sound. What was there to envy about this? [...]

#answered asks #光与夜之恋 #light and night #ln osborn #ln evan #ln xiao yi #ln lu chen

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dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

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Author's Note: Hi that isn't my GIF. But this is my fic and I would really appreciate it if you told me how you thought it was, and if you especially like it, my requests are open friends. :3 I have the spicy sad right now, and needed a little angst with a happy ending. Ok, be fed I guess.

This has 3,000+ words, are you proud of me or what!?

From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"

You swiped at the back of his head.

"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."

"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.

"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.

You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.

"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.

Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-

You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.

You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.

Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.

Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.

You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.

You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.

You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.

"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.

Coward.

"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.

"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.

Tommy looks-

He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.

Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.

"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."

It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.

But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.

Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.

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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.

The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.

The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.

Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.

Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.

And let out a noise of surprise.

Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.

Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.

Come get some.

You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.

You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.

In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.

"Tommy, why were you just-"

"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.

"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"

"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."

You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.

"Tommy."

"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."

You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.

"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."

Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.

You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.

Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.

"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."

You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.

He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.

You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.

"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.

"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."

You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.

Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-

Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.

It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.

You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.

What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.

You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.

Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.

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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.

God how could he not.

The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.

And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.

It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.

Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).

But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.

Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.

"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.

The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.

You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"

The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.

"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"

"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.

"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."

"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"

"Seventeen?"

"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."

Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.

"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.

You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'

Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.

Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.

Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.

"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"

You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.

"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"

"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.

You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.

But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.

Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.

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definitely-not-5urreal-w4nderer · 3 years

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Supercorptober Day 7 - Party

Noise

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The blaring music distorted from the volume and shook Lena's chest. Of course Lena had wanted to come when Alex and Kelly had invited her to the bachelorette party they had chosen to have at their favourite gay bar in town. Even though it wasn't her usual scene she figured she'd still have a good time celebrating with her friends. She'd done well enough with the house parties she'd gone to as a teenager, mostly to get away from, and ideally to piss off Lillian. But there always seemed to be a quiet corner for her to befriend the family pet or peruse whatever books were about. The drag show had been a blast, performers making gender expression their playground, setting a sexy and festive mood for the night, even bringing Kelly and Alex on stage along with other people celebrating birthdays, anniversaries or other occasions. Now with the party in full swing she was surrounded by unrelenting noise and movement. It was all she could do to sit next to J'onn and sip her drink watching the rest of her friends on the dance floor. Whenever someone checked in with her she assured them she was ok, just happier to sit and watch from afar. Which wasn't entirely a lie, she and J'onn were both enjoying observing their family singing and dancing in celebration without needing to be in the chaos of it. It's just that even the least chaotic parts of the room were still a torrent of stimuli.

Lena put a smile on seeing Kara bounce over.

"Babe don't you want to dance?" Kara shouted, barely coherent over the music. Even the cheer radiating from Kara added to the wall of noise. Lena shook her head. Realizing she had reached the point of being ready to break, she let the panic flash across her face, she had no words and shook her head again.

"Too much?" Kara's question was met with a nod. "OK I've got you. J'onn we're just going to grab some air." After getting a nod from J'onn, Kara took Lena's hand to guide her through the crowd and out of the building. She didn't stop till they'd found a spot around the corner from the people who had also stepped out for smokes or space to chat.

"Do you want touch right now?" Kara asked, hands still linked. A nod was all she needed. Breaking the contact momentarily, she dropped her jacket on the ground and sat with her legs apart, patting a spot on her jacket between them. Lena sunk down to lean against her partner who wrapped her arms around her.

"Is this good?" Kara asked softly.

"Very." Lena sighed in relief, finding her words again. Kara rocked slightly side to side. The pressure and swaying quieted the sounds of the world, the laughter of the smokers and muffled bass beats shrinking to take up less space in her head.

"Thank you, I don't know how you knew exactly what I needed." Lena toyed with one of Kara's warm hands.

"I didn't, I just knew you needed help. I saw myself in you."

"How so?" Lena always saw Kara as pretty extraverted, happy to share her high energy on such occasions.

"When I first came to earth, everywhere felt as loud as this party." Kara chuckled, grateful for how far she'd come. "To some extent I got used to it, but sometimes I still get that deer in the headlights look. The one I'd get everyday when I came here, the same one you had in there."

"I can't believe I never noticed." Lena felt like she should know. Even if they had only been together a few months, they'd been best friends for so many years.

"Most of the time I know how to deal with it, either using emotional or physical tools." Kara didn't want Lena to think it was her fault for not knowing. "Also... I'm not always the best at sharing my internal struggles."

"You? Never!" Teased Lena, nudging her elbow into Kara's ribs. The harmony of their laughter together was something she'd never grow tired of. "So what do you do when it gets to be too much?"

"Well in a pinch I'll focus on my breathing and think of something calming. Often just knowing that when it's all over I can come home to a quiet night with you is grounding." Kara planted a tender kiss on top of Lena's head. "But sometimes I need extra help so I use other tools. Like right now I have earplugs in." She leaned forward to show Lena, and sure enough a tiny bit of pink and yellow swirled foam peeked out Kara's ear. "I also have cbd oil, Alex has me take a pretty high dose and concentration for my metabolism which gets pricey, but for stuff like this it's like adding a volume dial to all my senses. If you want you can have some, I've got extra earplugs too!"

"Yeah, that'd be great actually." Lena grinned at her partner's enthusiasm.

"Have you ever had any kind of concentrate before?" Kara fished around in her jacket pockets.

"No, although I've smoked a few joints in my life." Lena watched as Kara drew a small amount of oil from the bottle into a tiny syringe.

"I'll just give you a bit to start then, this stuff is pretty concentrated. Open up." Kara squirted the oil into her mouth, it made Lena feel like she was a baby bird being fed.

"Oh that's not bad, it tastes like orange." She shouldn't have been surprised that Kara had found one that tasted like candy. Kara nodded gleefully, topping herself off with several times the amount she'd given to Lena. The two sat swaying together in silence for a while. Lena's brain buzzed, this time with a calm happy sensation, making the rocking feel even nicer.

"I think I'd like to try going back inside." Lena took a breath steadying herself from the memory of how she'd felt inside before.

"Only if you want to, and you signal me if you need to come back out, ok?" Kara said dotingly.

"Only if you do the same." Lena turned to cock an eyebrow.

"Deal" Kara smiled that wide smile Lena loved, where her eyes almost closed taking the shape of crescent moons. The two rose and Lena positioned the earplugs while Kara put her jacket back on.

Lena stepped gingerly at first, waiting to see if the anxiety returned. The room was still loud, louder than she would ever choose to listen to music, and everything still moved. But now the bass in her chest felt kind of nice, and she could make out the rhythm in the lyrics. Kara watched a hopeful smile spread across her face and mirrored the sentiment, offering a hand. Lena let herself be led to the dance floor where they joined the two brides to be, Nia, Brainy, and a stiffly dancing J'onn who'd been persuaded to join in for a few songs. She danced, and sang and laughed until she could hardly stand. Even though she'd do it all again, relief washed over her knowing that Sunday would be a day of Netflix and cuddles, and the wedding wouldn't be until the following weekend.

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lethargicsunlight · 3 years

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'Demon': Chapter 1 ♡ BakugouXFem!Reader (Book 1)

First of all, thank you for reading!

Please read the author notes and prologue here if you haven't already!

This chapter is actually super short, but I feel it is apt for the atmosphere. The next chapter will be much longer.

(Also I know this has a lot of Deku praise, and this is totes not a Deku X Reader fanfic, but I ask for your patience! )

...Also plz comment <3

WARNINGS: Slight, brief symptoms of panic. SFW

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This was the part of your existence you loved the most.

...It was also, the part of your existence you hated the most.

Gathering intel in the field for upcoming targets, possible enemies, or anything the Head-Honcho wanted the scoop on. It's a dream, but it's a costly one. Even acting like a normal citizen wasn't a time to relax.

But that didn't stop you from getting the most out of it.

In your left hand was a wooden case that rattled as you walked--a sound that would almost make you cringe despite being surrounded by noise. In your right, a water bottle, held up against your side. You were even wearing clothes instead of gear, all fixed up and face exposed. Even your comrades wouldn't know it was you, and that was the most comforting--as, according to rumor, you couldn't remove your mask.

Your shoulders tense.

They could know it was you. Remember that. Assume nothing.

You watch the influx of students leaving U.A. High from a block down. The fickle part was finding someone talkative but not so talkative that they exaggerated their stories. Unassuming. Honest. A little humble...

Shy, but eager to please..

Eyebrows in, shoulders up and frame tightened to appear smaller.. Tripping over big feet, and apologizing.. Empathetic glances towards his friends--

Bingo.

Target acquired. You pick up your feet and start moving, just far enough behind they wouldn't be suspicious. Evidently, you blended in pretty well; no one looked at you long enough to be picked up in your peripheral. This was your age group after all. The why you were set to this task, instead of the other lackeys.

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The target's friends split off at a bus stop, and he heads on alone. There's a nice café up ahead, saddled up next to a bridge with a view of the ocean. Your feet ached to stop and look out, to enjoy the view of the world you could only see on these sparse missions.. But falter, and you'd miss your opportunity.

Your steps quicken, and you intentionally let your legs kick higher than necessary. You'd practiced this in a mirror, to mimic the girls you saw in the streets.

"Hey!" And your voice, pitch hiked to sound flowery and... sweet.

The target spins on their feet, catching sight of you and shrinking their frame again. They catch eyes, confirming they were the one you'd called out to. "Hm? Uh, " He starts, waiting for you to catch up.

You don't give him time to respond further, "Hi! Sorry,--" You force a couple deep breaths to sound winded--"I don't mean to bother you, but I have a really big project I'm working on to get into an advanced art class. You're a student from U.A. right?"

He stands in silence for a few seconds with a look of shock. He regains composure, touching the back of his neck, cheeks flushing. He's self conscious.

"Ah, yeah--yeah I'm from class 1A." He erks out, followed by a hollow laugh.

Your thoughts race, but no time for that--"Oh, really? Wow, what luck. Do you--do you have a minute? I'm just, my project is to sketch or paint portraits and, well I thought your face was interesting so.." You jumble your speech, eyes drifting away. A calculated charade of embarrassment.

He looks surprised. Even red-faced.

"Oh..Oh! Er--I have a lot of homework to catchup on but--but yeah! I'll uh, I'm up for it. Just, let me call my mom, let her know, ya know?" His voice breaks throughout his response, and the following expressions depict an inner monologue. Like he's chastising himself.

"Of course! I'll set up just over there, I promise I won't take up too much of your time," You move away and place your case on one of the cafe's iron tables. As it clicks open, inside is a small stack of flat canvas, a dish, and tubes of acrylics. Freshly bought.

You hear the target off to the side, murmuring and stuttering and apologizing to his phone. It eventually ends peacefully, or so you predict as he says 'I love you' and 'See you soon' before he approaches the table. It makes your heart lurch. You'd been mentally referring to him as 'the target'--but he was a person. An entire entity. One you were about to schmooze to get intel from.

Granted, this information was at your digression. Whatever you pulled from him was yours, so long as you had something believable for your employer, you could still keep the boy safe.

"Apologies--" Your tongue almost ties into a knot. A miss-step. People your age didn't say that. "I didn't introduce myself, I'm Hamasaki Asuka." You offer a polite bow, then add water to the dish you'd set out next to the case. You'd carefully tailored your fake name. Repeating syllables were harder to remember.

"Midoriya Izuku," He responds, awkwardly standing across from you after a bow of his own. "I've uh, never had anyone ask to paint me before..." He admits, hands going to his face again, index finger grazing a cheek.

"Oh? Shame. You have a nice profile, and I've never seen anyone with that kind of hair. I like how the light reflects off of it."

You can hear the air catch in his throat. Might need to tone-down the compliments--

"Really? Wow.. AH--er, how do I.. do I just need to stand still or?"

You motion to a chair, "you can sit down if you want and get comfortable. This should only take ten minutes or so." You pop a sweet smile that makes your insides feel chilled. "So long as I can see your face, I'm good!"

He goes quiet for a moment, as you prep up the inner stands of the case--working as a miniature easel for your canvas. Everything's ready. After slapping a layer of white across its surface, you look back to the.. target..

You have a lot of self control. You've spent years mastering your body, being mindful of every muscle and nuance of flesh. But god if you didn't almost break.

He looks so serious.

Face--literally--posed into the most picturesque anomaly of focus. Someone could make it an advertisement. The need to laugh bubbles up, and you can only quell it by defocusing your attention. You swallow. Your eyes move back to the canvas as you force the impulses further down.

He notices.

"..Am I trying too hard..?" He asks, his volume dropping. Thank god his expression turns into one of concern. It wasn't that he looked ridiculous--just comical. It was honestly... nice, for someone to react so seriously in your presence. To care about your interpretation of them.

"Ah, no--but, like I said you can relax. Since it's quick, I can only get the main details anyway.." You're wasting precious time. Get to it.

He opens his mouth like he means to say something else, but you cut him off.

"So, Class 1A? You must be pretty skilled! I bet it's a lot of work." You fire the question with an air of nonchalance. Like it's small-talk.

"Yeah it certainly is! But everyone's really doing their best. And All Might is teaching this year, I'm so lucky to be a part of it." He beams, but..

Your vision drifts, as a source of noise draws your attention. Through the iron-work, you can see him gripping the fabric of his uniform, hands balled into fists. His eyes drop after flickering to the left; his brows even out. He's remembering something.

He was a student from the Hero Course. There'd been an accident a few days prior, as Villains had attacked the school. There was a chance that might be what he was thinking about...

But a chance is not enough. Keep going.

"I can't even imagine what that must be like... And I mean, with All Might there, you guys are getting more attention than ever before."

"Hm."

A grunt of agreement, but nothing else. He's still staring off, and his demeanor is gradually cooling. You were losing him. Even worse, you couldn't fathom what exactly was said to cause it. Unless... it was All Might. A personal interaction perhaps.

Of course, All Might was also your main reason for this act of espionage. Figures.

You let the silence stretch a few minutes as you wet-paint the colors of his skin and hair unto the canvas, shaping it to resemble him. You're heart was in it, but your mind was calculating your next choice of words. You needed to get to him. Inside him.

"...Since you're in the hero course, I have to ask. What do you think makes a good hero?" You purposefully allow the inflection of your tone to flatten, so you're speaking naturally. Doing this was an invitation for honesty--digging beyond the boundaries of small-talk. Your brush stops moving, and you look directly at him. Full attention.

It works. Suddenly he's sitting straight up and his lips fall into a straight line. He doesn't have to think about his answer for long.

"Someone who stands up for the weak and does everything they can to make sure everyone is safe and can look forward to a bright future!" He's grinning, albeit with a tinge of pink across his cheeks. In a more serious tone, he adds: "Even if it means going beyond our limits. That's what I want to be, a smiling face everyone can rely on!"

You pause.

It's not like you expected him to say something else. You'd picked him out of the crowd for this exact reason; this facet of one's personality that made them good. A lacking quality in your every day life at the base. You feel inexplicably drawn in--because he means it. You can see it in the hand he has braced against his chest, in the way his smile contrasts with his deadly serious eyes, and the ever-present flush across his cheeks and nose.

Even if it means going beyond our limits.

"Even if... the hero had to do something bad?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" His hand drops an inch, and his righteous determination almost looks deflated.

The question had flown from your mouth. Flown, as in, you had not been able to control the impulse that wanted validation. You chose your selfish feelings of self-doubt over your mission. You want him to say it's okay. You want him to tell you, a Hero must do whatever it takes to do the right thing. You want him to admit, that Heroes can't be smiling idols all the time.

You want him to tell you the dark things you do, are all for a good reason.

Not that you were even comparable to a hero.

Your second miss-step.

"Nothing, I was just going on a thought I had. You sound super determined!" You fake that cheery smile again, eyes shut tight in emphasis--but as they reopen, you see he isn't charmed. He's studying you. But, he remains polite.

"Oh, heh.. thanks."

Then the moment returns to silence as you focus on the painting. There was no need to continue. You had failed. The most unacceptable outcome. Your mind raced between dotting his freckles on the portrait and fabricating a new plan to extract information somewhere else; perhaps by giving him the portrait you would be able to swipe his identification card--

"What do you think makes a good Hero, Hamasaki?"

You freeze. Your hand holding the dish begins to shake behind the canvas. You force it down into your lap and swallow hard.

This boy.

He'd remembered your fabricated name. He'd seen through your fake smile. And, worse.. it wasn't because he was trying to determine your motives or that he suspected you as an enemy. He was evaluating the situation and taking your feelings into account. Your opinions. He wasn't going to let the conversation you'd mistakenly started slip by, because he was concerned with your... well with you. Your interpretation of a Hero was important to him. Yours.

Your mouth is dry, but you know your answer.

"I believe a good hero is someone who is willing to sacrifice anything to save lives."

"...I think you're absolutely right." He palms to his chest again, "and I won't forget what you've said. After all, heroes risk everything--even their own lives to protect everyone. Even if it means having to make hard decisions sometimes and being criticized for it."

Please, please stop talking.

He's beaming, smiling, giving you the most sincere child-like enthusiasm; making it extremely hard to act like someone else. Someone not you. Your slip of control on your surroundings has blood pumping in your ears and bile rising in your throat. You drag in a deep, silent, shaky breath.

"...That means a lot. I just wanted to let you know, I really appreciate your time and.. I'll be cheering you on in the Sports Festival!"

You hide the cracks in your mask, and force yourself to finish the painting.

But you weren't expecting him to keep talking.

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His Hero name was 'Deku'. It was a name given by his childhood bully--which, he'd termed as 'Ka-chan' or 'Kahchan'--but the term had been flipped around by a sweet girl he'd met in his class known as Uraraka.

He loved going on about his 'Amazing class-mates' and their unbelievable quirks. His strict teacher, the famous Erasure-Head (or not so famous). And All Might.

It had been grueling torture to continue listening to him, but once the flood gates had opened they just would not close. He was so happy to just talk, that you allowed your façade to crumble for the moments you weren't forming a response. Your impromptu portrait request far exceeded ten minutes, and verged on an hour. And ultimately, your mission was successful.

Throughout the nuances of his stories and explanations, you'd pieced together some ideal points to present to the Head-Honcho. And, information that prepared you for any future entanglements with the hero class and their teachers--should the resulting decisions head that direction.

...You still gave him the portrait. You had pulled out a phone and took a picture of the canvas still on the easel, then promptly removed it and placed it in his hands.

"I just need this for the project, so I want you to take it. Consider it a gift for your time."

"Oh wow! You're really good! A-are you sure?! This is amazing!"

You relive the moments of your conversations over and over, as you watch the phone and painter's case burn in a metal barrel. You were back in your uniform, back to your reality.

Mask and all.

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bwingus · 3 years

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Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

#striker #safe vore #helluva boss #im literally simpimg for striker rn like huhhhhhhh

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I A VENOMOUS INTERLUDE

Did y'all know symbrock is canon? Well, now you do. Reader's favourite deadbeat surrogate uncle is in town and he brought a... Friend. No warnings, just a boatload of crack and fluff, as usual. Reader being mouthy. Takes place a little bit into the future - around after chapter 32: spoiler alert is useless because we already know a tonybrucestrange/reader quartet is the endgame. 💖💝✨

"What," I had to pause for a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes. "The fuck?!"

It was truly a miracle I could say anything out loud, at all. Words weren't valid enough to describe my shock and confusion. The scene unfolding in front of me resembled and unholy cross between a B-rated horror movies about demonic possession and some deep-sea Eldritch monstrosity.

The eight-feet tall black, oozing dude in front of me? Yes, you, with the teeth. Ctulhu called, he wants his tentacles back.

The creature honest to god rippled, like some nightmare-fuel goth Jell-O, rapidly shrinking in size within seconds. As more of the black tar-like substance receded, a much more human form started to appear under it. Worn jeans, leather jacket, ungroomed beard and the look of a biker gang member coming off a serious bender.

"Uh, Princess?"

"Eddie. Fucking. Brock. Uncle Idiot." I punctuated each word with an increasing widening of my eyes. The world was fucking nuts. Two and two did not compute - Eddie might have looked threatening to some people - like white suburban Karens - even without the... Gooey squid-on-steroids thing he had going on. The man was built like a fucking brick shithouse, but I knew him way too well. Eddie couldn't be that badass to save a life.

"You two know each other?" Tony shrieked indignantly, a coarseness in his voice that indicated only one thing: my boo was well into his third drink. Hell, I didn't blame him - that gaping toothy maw was fucking gnarly.

Hands on my hips, I caught myself slipping into a mute rage, storming over to the 200lbs worth of pure dumbass and knocking him right in the face. "You! Didn't tell! ME!" A black tendril wrapped around my wrist, carefully but firmly securing it and preventing me from causing my non-related uncle any more physical damage. Although I must admit, my knuckles probably were more affected than his jaw. "You! Are! A MUTANT!!! HOW COULD YOU?! How could you NOT tell ME?"

I trusted the man with my soul and most embarrassing drinking stories. Hell, I called Eddie in a stoned haze the very same night I lost my v-card. I just thought we were bros, you know? I saw his whole fucking life implode more than once and personally flew to California to ice his injuries and his hurt ego countless times. I was done dirty in the worst way.

"I'm not-" Eddie's sigh was long-suffering. "I, uh, I have a parasite..." He sounded meek, in the same way he used to describe his drunkenly misconduct when I made our family driver bail out his ass outta jail in the morning.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" A deep gravelly voice thundered, seemingly coming out of his chest?

"Okay, okay," Eddie smiled. It was strangely soft and un-eddie-like. The only person he smiled like that was... used to be Anne. "This is Venom. They're an alien and we're, uh, a thing. It's a recent development." The tentacle unwrapped itself from me as I took an involuntary step back.

Even barring the fact that Eddie was dating an alien, this was way too fucking weird for 3 o'clock on a Sunday. I always knew the reporter was, for the lack of a better word, a little weird but he really took it to new heights. With Thor and Loki looking... Like that, I could see a human dating some sort of a hot alien. But with Ctulhu looking the way he did just minutes ago? Did Eddie seriously let all of those teeth in close proximity of his dick?

I had a "ERROR 404, common sense not found" hanging over me for the longest time. The others were quiet behind me, too, even Tony - one of my boyfriends, the most likely to cause utter chaos, was hanging back and expecting me to do something.

"Venom," I clarified, just to fill the silence with some noise while my brain processors re-synced.

"WE ARE VENOM." The tentacle that was sleek and black now had two completely white eyes and a smaller-scale version of the toothy grin that had drooled all over the common room carpet. Their voice had an interesting effect: it was so deep, the air around them vibrated slightly when they spoke.

I tilted my head examining the appendage. It was considerably less terrifying when it wasn't five times my size. "What are you?" And most importantly, are you a threat to my favourite non-related family member? I left that statement unspoken although it was obvious I was ready to fight it? Them? If need be.

"A SYMBIOTE," They replied, swaying the head-tentacle slowly. "WE LOVE EDDIE AND KEEP HIM ALIVE AND HEALTHY." So, they understood the actual question.

"Which is fucked up because Klyntar usually behave in the opposite way." Hearing Thor swear was, perhaps, even more unsettling than finding out about the symbiote-alien-boyfriend thing my uncle had going on. The thunderer himself was nursing a jug of golden liquid. The good Asgardian stuff, he must've been really fucking bamboozled.

"Okay. So anybody wanna fill me on the details before I beat up my favourite idiot?" I sighed, pointedly looking at Tony.

"I thought I was your favourite idiot!" He immediately retorted, hurt, but nonetheless opened his arms to give me a grounding embrace. We may have sucked face for a few seconds, because why the hell not, Tony was an amazing kisser and his tongue down my throat was very calming.

"Hold up, what the fuck?" Now it was Eddie's turn to act all offended. "Aren't you a little too young for him?"

"You and your most likely carnivorous goth space pudding can fuck right off if you're not going to be supportive of my very inappropriate, very polyamorous relationship with three incredibly hot boomers," I shot back, slipping into some resemblance of normalcy. Me and Eddie go way, way back and shitting on each other's bad life decisions was the founding stone of our bromance. Hell, he was the guy who showed me the wonders of sarcasm at an early age! Wonderbaum!

"There's three of them?" Eddie's voice pitched and he gaped, palming his face.

"SHE HAS A POINT, EDDIE. WE EAT PEOPLE. BEING UNSUPPORTIVE WOULD MAKE US LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE." Eddie's buddy stated, sounding almost fed up. So, they were sentient enough to recognize how much of a pain in the ass Eddie could be. I could work with that, disregarding the cannibalism comment, of course. What the fuck was up with that?

"Yes, Eddie, I also periodically bump uglies and trade disgustingly sweet text messages with the Hulk and a badass wizard," I rolled my eyes at the reporter's following gasp and angry muttering. "Venom, I like you."

"WE RETURN THE SENTIMENT. YOUR CHOICE IN MATES IS VERY WISE, CONSIDERING YOU ARE A WEAK MORSEL. THEY CAN PROTECT YOU."

"Shut up, Squid. I'll still kick your motherfucking ass if you hurt Eddie."

The emo space goo laughed, a terse scratching noise, showing way, way too many teeth for me to feel comfortable but I allowed myself to be placed on the couch between Tony and Eddie nonetheless. The initial shock of seeing a talking octopod with fangs passed quickly - I've seen Stephen's "trophies" he brought from his otherworldly journeys and Lovecraftian horrors were, honestly, pretty low on the gross/creepy scale.

"Both of you, explain. For the love of fuck," Tony sighed, emotionally exhausted and drained of his usual bravado.

"Eddie was my dad's friend until he moved to Cali, I've know him for fifteen years, give or take. He taught me how to ride a bike and bake the best pot brownies," I shrugged. There wasn't much to say. "I visited him whenever I could but you know, with school and then you guys, there wasn't that much time to iron out the details." I have Eddie a death glare, pointing to Venom's floaty head with my eyes.

Eddie nodded. "What she said..." And then launched an elaborate tale about some company called Life Foundation, some evil dude named Drake and his own alien pudding named Carnage, who was one ugly motherfucker judging by Eddie's and Venom's combined "ew" face, their aching need for human brains to survive and other, more trivial things, like mental breakdowns in a lobster tank and getting dumped by a fiancé and eating their way through a HYDRA base after being captured and tortured. What a wild fucking ride.

"Sounds like you had a rough year," Everybody's dumbfounded silence was ended by Tony who took a slow swig of his whiskey before speaking.

"Yeah, no shit," Eddie muttered, twisting his black coated fingers in elaborate but frankly pretty shapes. His alien wrapped around his neck like a tube scarf and additional tentacles appeared between Eddie's hands, gently prying them open and enveloping them in a sort of a hug? It was hard to compute, the black mass appeared to be totally amorphous.

"How's your anxiety?" I asked, damn well knowing Eddie's mind tended to run like Tony's: zero to sixty in point five with no clear destination. Having an alien inside of him must've really thrown Eddie for a loop.

"It's, uh, better. Venom helps," The reporter admitted, still staring at his hands but the crease between his brows had disappeared and the expression he wore was kind of fond.

"Good. You know, Venom," I thoughtfully addressed the definitely sentient creature. "Eddie is a bigger dumbass than me, which is saying something. You ought to keep a really close eye on him. If not for me, he'd probably be dead from alcohol poisoning, like, years ago."

"WE ARE AWARE. WE CAN ACCESS EDDIE'S MEMORIES." A head manifested itself on a thicker tentacle, floating over to look me in the face but maintaining a respectful distance and staying out of my personal space bubble. "AND WE ARE THANKFUL. EDDIE IS THE PERFECT HOST. WE LOVE EDDIE."

I felt the corner of my mouth tilt upwards at the alien's proclamation. It was child-like in its blunt honesty but carried a certain weight with it. It told me whoever tries to separate those two in any way would get eaten faster than they could say "SIKE!". And honestly? I would help Venom hide the evidence.

"I literally had you for thirty minutes but I would kill everybody and then myself if you two got hurt. This is too soft, I can't." I snorted, extending a curious hand towards Venom. They looked so shiny. I had to touch them.

And they let me. Venom butted their head into my palm and let me gently run my fingers over their slightly cool, slippery flesh. It felt like putting my hands on a surprisingly sturdy yet bouncy piece of flubber. I purposely avoided the small maw and the endless rows of sharp teeth but managed to accidentally brush against something rough and scratchy - as it turned out, the Symbiote had a very long, very dexterous tongue. And didn't that give me a bunch of interesting mental images.

"Oh my God, NO!" Wanda moaned from somewhere, the voice mortified and disgusted.

"Why are you touching the people-eating alien?" Bruce yelped, entering the room with several people in tow. The scientist looked worried, a little bit green around the edges. The tablet in his hands beeped periodically, signifying the ongoing sciencing bender he was in process of.

"WE WOULD NOT EAT THIS HUMAN. WE ARE FOND OF THE MORSEL." Venom defended, well, venomously. Eddie wisely choose to stay silent, trading a knowing look with Tony.

Stephen Strange sighed, briefly closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose with a jagged movement. "One day, Princess, one day you will stop collecting people that are obviously bad for your health and your future. That, or space in the tower will simply run out." With a deeper, calmer sigh, the sorcerer landed in front of me on the floor, sitting cross-legged and subtly begging for a head scratch. Which meant just placing his always neatly trimmed curls under my free hand. His jealousy was about as subtle as a foot in the face.

"I'll just ask Tony to build more floors, duh," I rolled my eyes with force at the obvious solution, giving into Steph's demands, beginning to card through his hair. It was calming both of us, really.

Bruce came over to give me a kiss and my other boyfriends didn't even grumble about the scientist placing himself in my lap, crawling over both Tony and Stephen to get comfortable.

Our dynamic was unconventional and more than a little weird, but it worked for us and the rest of the team most certainly didn't complain about the vast decrease in conflict that came with the territory. Come to think of it, all of us were more tactile than just a group of friends sharing a house and I was very much on board with that. None of us except select few (looking at you, mister doctor) were hugged enough as children and we were making up for it in spades right fucking now.

"Girl has a type," Wanda remarked, like the messy little shit she was. I stuck out my tongue in retaliation.

The Avengers' brain trust began talking about Venom's slightly inconvenient diet that directly resulted in multiple felonies for one Edward Brock, and as much as I tried to follow the flow and make my own, however feeble, contributions to the scientific side of the conversation, the new life form was much more interesting. I asked Venom several questions and they deemed them acceptable enough to answer - which evolved on both of us absolutely geeking out over the differences in our physiology. The space pudding didn't hold back one bit, insulting the inferior human biology with gleeful gusto.

"They need a chemical called phenethylamine," Bruce sighed, having deduced it through discussion since Venom and Eddie both protested aggressively against any kind of invasive testing. "I can synthesize it. No more head-chomping, no more murder."

It made perfect sense. Except it didn't. "Brucie-bear, you're a brilliant fucking scientist but a shit psychologist." I interrupted whatever came next. "Venom is a person, like me and you and, yes, even Hulk. Tell me this: if you found a way to get rid of Hulk, would you stop sciencing in the gamma radiation field?" I looked my boyfriend straight in the eyes, hoping for a spark of common sense. "Do you see my point? You science, Tony engineers, Steve draws and Clint bakes. Venom hunts. It's who they are, you can't give them a pill to make it go away."

The weight of my word landed in the room like lead, heavy. The only source of sound was the TV, playing the news quietly in the background for the longest time. Those few minutes felt like hours until Thor expectantly turned towards Eddie/Venom.

"IT IS SO. WE ARE AFRAID WE CANNOT INFLUENCE OUR INSTINCT TO HUNT PREY. KLYNTAR ARE APEX PREDATORS." The little black goop sounded almost apologetic. It was hard to hear undertones with their voice being so deep and grating. "BUT WE CAN TRY." Okay, I could totally hear the hope. Finding out the Eldritch horror could make puppy eyes was... Terrifying, to be honest, because they fucking worked.

"Got any better ideas?" Tony asked me sarcastically.

"I do, actually." I leveled a look with Natasha. She understood. "HYDRA goons. The aliens that, for some reason, keep invading New York every month or so. Stephen's adventures in Hell. Do I need to continue?"

"Wait, hold on," Steve raised his palms. "We don't kill HYDRA, we deposit them in SHIELD custody."

I snorted at the naïve Captain. "And what do you think happens to them there? Did you honestly think they just let torturing, murdering, world-domination planning psychos back on the streets?"

Steve frowned in confusion. "They go to prison?"

Natasha choose that moment to step up. "It's not uncommon for them to possess certain enhancements to be deemed too dangerous to be released back into society. Some of them are low-tier mutants and inhumans. Trust me, Steve, the lethal injection is a much more humane treatment than solitary life imprisonment in a ultra-high security prison." Romanoff stated with a trace of compassion. "And some mutants, we can't contain for prolonged periods of time." She added quietly, looking away.

Rogers was staring blankly into the wall, mulling over the information in his head. His intensive thought process was plainly visible on his face. I heard about some kind of fiasco with HYDRA agents suicide-bombing a city in Europe few years ago and Steve was there, along with Wanda and Sam.

"Venom is a whole person, and even if they look like they could be the main character in Call of Ctulhu video game, we can't just disregard them like they are some kind of badly behaving pet. They're my honorary uncle's boyf-sorry-significant other, for fuck's sake," I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. "Y'all should know I don't fuck with people who give shit to one of my own. Don't disappoint me like that." I finished, feeling more tired than I had in months. I didn't regret giving into the found family dynamic, however I didn't exactly sign up for hard choices like them vs my long lost uncle, y'know?

Great, now I had a headache and three very concerned boyfriends glaring at me for unknown reasons. The urge to pace always manifested strongly within me as the emotional atmosphere rose in the room. With Bruce dangling off my lap, I couldn't do even that and I felt the restlessness blossom into irritation more and more with each passing second of my existence.

Eddie remained silent, looking down. Venom had mostly receded into the reporter's body, save for a few tentacles tightly wrapped around Eddie's palm.

"Alright," Steve suddenly said. "We can work with that."

"Princess, you look like you're either going to cry or yell any second," Bruce said softly, squeezing my shoulder and pulling me closer.

I immediately hid my face in his chest, taking several deep, shaky breaths. "Eddie is family. Y'all are family. It's terrifying to have to choose between the two." I said, after a brief moment of hesitation.

The reporter made some sort of a choked gasp, quickly masking it with a cough - I knew him way too well to miss the way he was fighting back tears of his own. Bruce understood, he really did understand me - hopped off my lap and let me hug Eddie properly, my happy-sad tears soaking through the collar of his tee.

"You're, uh, welcome to stay. I'll have a guest room prepared." Tony cleared his throat, passing his half-finished glass to Stephen who swallowed the liquid in one gulp. My boyfriends were so fucking emotionally illiterate. Disaster humans.

Huh, I really did have a type.

Later that night, I made the mistake of barging into Eddie's room with a bottle of really fancy whiskey I liberated from Tony's overstocked liquor cabinet. Visiting my uncle and boozing and smoking on the balcony, for old times sake, was my plan and...

I failed the mission successfully.

I didn't bother knocking. As soon as I saw a pair of bare feet, my eyes traveled further up on the couch on their own volition. There were so many tentacles, a writhing, oozing silky black mass and Eddie was making sounds, unmistakable noises-

"UNSEE. UNSEE. OH MY GOD, UNSEE, UNSEE." I stumbled back into the common room shivering.

"What happened, is everything okay?" Bucky stood up as soon as he saw me enter the doorway with my face scrunched in a grimace of regret. I felt like I've gone through the five stages of grief in the shortest time possible for a human being.

Somwhere, I heard Wanda's sudden moan full of pain and misery. "Please, stop THINKING about it!"

"Brain bleach, oh my God," I cringed. "Where's the Clorox?! I have decided I don't need my eyeballs-"

"Oooh," Tony's proverbial lightbulb lit up. The engineer sounded like he was about five seconds away from building a space ship and permanently moving to another planet. "They're together-together..." Tony intercepted me nonetheless, doing the most effective thing to make me stop speaking and thinking bullshit. He kissed me. With lots of tongue.

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moonlight-mellohi · 5 years

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Finding Our Stars - Bonus Mini Chapter

Ok @sugarglider9603, here is chapter one!

Alright I want to make something clear.. I chose Pecha because of Picani, please accept my reference :)

Also READERS PLEASE NOTE the Bonus Chapter links will be available ONLY ON THE MASTER POST, this includes the minific of MJ and and Iris that I've posted before, I have adjusted the links so it is no longer the Part 2 link on part one and (now) part three, Part 2 link is now Shine Freely My Friends. If want to read these extras later on, check out the Master post link, you can also find Pokeside art from me as well :D

Ao3 link

Ao3 series link

Chapter 2

Master Post

Words: 1,447

Summery: 'They seemed to be in a room with many other brown Eevee eggs, some still as rocks while others shook a bit, one on the other not to far away having a few cracks of its own. They lay in nest of blankets, the warm sun shining through a window straight onto his egg shell pieces. The Eevee squinted, he could see perfectly fine, but the light bothered his eyes, most likely since he basically stared straight at it as he entered the world.

The human opened a door to what seemed to be a large shed or small barn, for they exited onto a sprawling green field, trees sprouting here and there. Berry bushed lay at their bases, Oran, Sitrus, Logan, Pecha, Cheri, and many others spread between.

But what was fascinating were the brown pokemon currently turning to watch the human.

The Eevee's eyes widened as Eevees like himself stared back, brown eyes curiously inspecting him.'

A world were they were wanted to be one thing, but then ignored as extras when not. Where when every other of there kind around them kept separate, two connected like puzzle pieces. All was normal for several months

Until a new Eevee hatch.

And without realizing, Sleep and Pecha connected to a much bigger puzzle on a journey to find their little dark Star

Chapter One

Crack

what.. was that? 'Light' his mind supplied. The creature pushed a paw to the egg's shell, lightning bolts shooting along.

crack

"C'mon c'mon c'mon" a voice? Someone was talking outside wherever he was, instinct kicking in. The creature kicked the shell's inside, pushing.

crack

The light grew brighter and brighter as more fell through the splits, causing the pokemon to blink, the light bothering his eyes.

crack

Almost out.

crack

Just a bit more.

crack

Almost-

CRACK

The egg split open, the Eevee inside tumbled out.

"Ugggh, another normal" the voice muttered, making the Eevee look up.

The figure above him reached out a hand, patting him head "sorry bud, you not the one. Let's go put you with the others" the Eevee blinked, shaking his fur as he stood and chirped a confused ok.

The human picked him up, letting the Eevee look around.

They seemed to be in a room with many other brown Eevee eggs, some still as rocks while others shook a bit, one on the other not to far away having a few cracks of its own. They lay in nest of blankets, the warm sun shining through a window straight onto his egg shell pieces. The Eevee squinted, he could see perfectly fine, but the light bothered his eyes, most likely since he basically stared straight at it as he entered the world.

But what was fascinating were the brown pokemon currently turning to watch the human.

The Eevee's eyes widened as Eevees like himself stared back, brown eyes curiously inspecting him.

"There's another one hatching right now" the human announced to the crowd, setting the newly hatched Eevee down. No Eevee made a move toward the human, just continuing their business when they walked back inside.

Eevee blinked, confusion filling him "excuse me" he squeaked to a nearby Eevee. She stop confused "what's going on?" He asked, curiosity filling his mind.

"That's Manti" she explained, shaking out her fur "they/them pronouns. Apparently they're breeding for shiny grey colored Eevees, when ever they come out with one it's brought over to their house instead of staying with us" Eevee stared at the large house she pointed at before walking away.

He jumped a few minutes later as the door opened again, 'Manti' sighing as another brown Eevee lay in his arms. He set the squinting Eevee down next to the other before walking away.

"What going on?" The squinting Eevee asked, confused. The older Eevee explained as the walked over to a shaded spot, apologising with his small knowledge.

"That's so weird" the younger mumbled softly, starting a tad scared out at the other pokemon. They ended up curling together near a Peacha Berry bush under a red apple tree, the younger enjoying the sweet tasting berries. The taste was ok with the older, but maybe a bit too sweet.

"Hey" the younger looked up "it's ok to be scared, we're new to all this" the older snuggled closer "we'll stick together."

The younger hummed "it might be possible Manti could name us, or give us to someone else to name, but do you wanna give each other nicknames? Might be easier since we're both Eevees" he giggled.

"Hmm ok, how about Sleep for me, since that's all I want to do right now" the older joked, causing the younger to laughed. "All right then Sleep, what's mine?" Sleep felt his cheeks heat up slightly, but couldn't help but let out a small laugh "how about Peacha, since your so sweet?" He suggested, giving a grin as the younger gave a very noticeable blush and froze. Sleep felt sudden fear, what if he took offense, what if he didn't like it, what if-

The younger smiled, tucking his head under the older's chin "I love it" Peacha whispered.

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Sleep watched sleepily as Manti entered the Hatchery. It had been several months since Sleep and Peacha hatched, only one shiny grey Eevee had appeared. Manti seemed very happy, the two being close enough to hear them mutter "finally a Jolteon" before walking off. Apparently the human had been attempting for a long time to gain every shiny Eevee and Eeveelution, already having the normal furs.

It had been quite a while since the last shiny though, Manti gaining more and more annoyed.

"FOR ARCEUS SAKE" a scream raged from the Hatchery, startling Peacha from sleep. Manti exited, clearly upset but just let out an sign, setting the Eevee down before walking away. Sleep looked curiously at the new Eevee.

Even for a newly hatched, the Eevee was very small. It crouched in the setting sun's lights, darker than normal furred slightly spiked in fear. Poor Eevee must have been terrified having a scream be the first noise he heard. Anger at Manti bubbled in Sleep for a moment before Pecha stood up, bounding over to the curled up Eevee.

"Hey" Pecha whispered and Sleep wandered up behind "are you ok?" The Eevee glanced up, brilliantly rich violet eyes stared. Sleep blinked. Manti really must have not gotten a good look at this Eevee, otherwise it probably would have never left his sight.

"I- I" the dark Eevee mumbled, shrinking down. Pecha blinked "oh no it's ok, Manti's not mad specifically at you" he comforted.

Sleep gently nudged the Eevee up, the small one following them. After that day the two hatched, the Pecha bush under the rich red apple tree had become their sleeping spot. There was a large radius of open grass between that tree and other objects, giving the two, now three privacy.

The two calmed the Eevee down, explaining the situation as they curled him between the two.

"So, Manti is a shiny breeder?" The Eevee mumbled tiredly as the others nodded. The violet eyes were locked on the sky as stars started shining brightly, calming the Eevee even more.

"Do you.. do you want me to leave you guys alone?" He whispered asked.

"No!" Pecha cried, snuggling up closer. The Eevee blinked "but your so close, I don't want to interfere."

Sleep shook his head "we choose who we want to be around" he looked up at the stars alongside the Eevee "and to prove that I, the amazing Sleep, with give you a nickname" Pecha swatted him with his tail "of course, only if you want one."

The Eevee looked over and hesitated "are.. are you sure?" Sleep nodded.

"Alright.." Sleep and Pecha snuggled the small one closer "how about Star, dark one?" Sleep mumbled sleepily, glancing one last time at the sky the violet eyes were still latched onto.

The dark one thought for a moment, before nodding.

"I.. I like it" Star mumbled, smiling.

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Manti walked out, fresh air shifting around them. Footfall behind them made the breeder turn, smiling as an old friend walked out.

"So I heard you were looking for an Eevee. I just had a special looking Eevee born about two weeks ago, bright purple eyes. It's not a shiny so it's useless to me, but a dragon evolution would look cool with those eyes.

When Sleep and Pecha woke up, their little Star was gone.

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Sleep comforted Pecha as the younger cried. "Don't worry, we'll find him" Pecha just shook his head.

"Manti took him while we slept, he probably gave him off to a trainer" he mumbled between tears. It was probably true, occasionally humans would come by and take one of the 'extra' Eevees along with them.

Sleep growled "we will find him" the tone causing Pecha to look up as Sleep stood up, making his way to the fence.

"But we can't leave!" Pecha exclaimed, eyes wide. "Yes we can" Sleep argued calmly, hopping through the boards "just no one has. Listen, Manti doesn't care about us, we might have been split anyways because they gave us to two separate trainer" Pecha hesitated, remembering the sad truth.

"I'm leaving to find our Star, whether your coming or not" Pecha finally looked up, determined. He hopped through the fence, tucking his head under Sleep's chin and nuzzling the Eevee's chest "like you can get rid of me that easily" Pecha purred.

the two split, glancing one last time at the Eevee farm, seeing other Eevees watch them with shocked faces as the turned away.

"Now" Pecha growled, walking into the forest, the unknown "let's get our Star back."

#sander sides #pokemon #remy sanders #emile picani #emile sanders #virgil sanders #manticore chimera #dragon witch #tw crying #i just realized Virgil is connect to all three groups now #like Remy and Emile #Deceit and Remus #and Thomas Roman Logan and Patton #woops now i need to change the center piece to Virgil instead of Thomas #shiny hunting #running away #Teaming the Pieces Together

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