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phaticserpent · 3 years

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What if we continue the theme of the death of s/o Ultron, where after reincarnation (or something like that idk) they find him? It sounds very emotional! Will Ultron become yandere? Reader still genuinely loves him (´；ω；`)

I might make this a full fanfic but for now, it's a short - sorry it's so late!! Also sorry for being so inactive, I've been so busy with my job and driving lessons :,)

Warning: mention of death, actual death

It happened so fast and your vision blurred. You couldn't feel anything but at the same time, you were overwhelmed with emotions. Your eyes darted to Ultron, who immediately caught your gaze and his eyes widened in realization. You fell to the floor, gasping and squeezing your eyes shut. Suddenly, there was a presence and shadow next to you and you felt the familiar hands of Ultron.

"No, no, no, no.....stay with me, you're going to be okay."

"Ow." You wheezed out while cracking a grin, which prompted Ultron to make his infamous eye roll. "I'm fine, it's a scratch."

"You're bleeding out." He says.

"It's nothing the hospital can't fix." You tried to wave your hands dismissively but you flinched at the pain.

"Save your energy, please stay with me."

"I....all the moments I've...ha-had with you has been...one of a kind. I look forward to more–" your warmth was gone, the crooked smile on your lips vanished as you laid lifeless in his arms. That day was the day he lost you and the day Ultron learned he could let out such a guttural sound.

It's been a few years and you were reborn into the world. There were fragments which you could tell were memories but it was short and blurry. Now, you couldn't tell if it were a dream or a memory. The line became blurry, there was no actual way you could've met Ultron. However, there was one memory that was very vivid, the city skyline from a balcony and the house that you belonged to. Deciding to test and confirm your 'memories', you took the bus out of the city and followed the gaze of the skyline. After hours of roaming and trying to find the one that would struck a sense of nostalgia or dejavu, you found it. An exact image of the one in your memories. It looked dark and lifeless, but you swallowed and proceeded inside.

"Hello?" You called. "Uh....Ultron?" No answer. What did I expect? As you turned to leave, a deep and quiet, yet familiar, voice called out from the shadows.

"How did you know about this place?"

"I don't know....I thought I dreamt it and dreamt of meeting Ultron, so I came here to see if it was true. It was just a place that I remembered vividly."

"What's your name?"

"Who's asking?"

"Just answer the question."

"I'm [Y/N]."

"You look like someone I.....knew."

"You sound like someone I knew." You retorted. "You know what I look like so it's only fair that I get to see you." There was silence, nothing but silence for a minute, as if the person you were talking to vanished. Then, there were heavy footsteps. You could now see piercing red eyes that towered over you and the figure fully emerged from the shadows. He sorted of raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for a reaction.

"You don't seem scared."

"Well I'm not....just shocked plus a bit relieved that I'm not going mad." You met his gaze before breaking contact. "Are you going to kill me?"

"What?"

"Isn't that what you would do? 'Now you know that I exist I have to kill you'." You let out a nervous laugh while Ultron just raised a brow.

"No."

"Ah okay." You awkwardly stood there before daring yourself to ask, "so, who did I remind you of? A friend?"

"More than a friend." Ultron smiled softly before his expression darkened and turned away. "Not important." He knew what 'you' would say, 'I'm not important?'

"By your expression they were more than that and very important." You shrugged. "But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Their name was [your former name]." You paused and thought. It sounded awfully familiar.

"In my dreams.....someone who sounded like you, called me that. It was very muffled and almost hard to hear, but no doubt about it, it was that name." You admitted. "It sounds weird and sketchy, but I think I knew you in my past life."

"They did believe in reincarnation." Ultron gently whispered. He almost felt hopeful but caught himself before he could show it. "Do you remember anything else?"

"I used to, I can feel there are some pieces missing but I lost them due to time. One that I still hold onto is the view of the night sky in a very unfamiliar setting, in some kind of island?"

"It was an island, they lived in the city a majority of their life, so for our first 'date' I took them stargazing."

"That's so sweet!" You two started connecting the pieces together, fragment by fragment as the puzzle was slowly becoming clearer. And as your eyes met again, there was a surge of emotions that you really couldn't find the words to describe. His face grew soft as his hand reached out to you, yet he held back.

"[Y/N]?" You could hear the crack and almost trembling of his voice. Holding back tears you managed to smile.

"Yeah." His touch, although it was the first time, was very much home. Both of his hands cupped your face gently and swiftly moved to the back of your head as he pulled you in for a hug. This time, you couldn't hold back the tears.

"I was so scared that I lost you forever.....now that you're here, I'm never letting you go." Ultron sighed and lifted your chin so you could meet his burning gaze. "Never."

#ultron #ultron is hot #avengers ultron #marvel ultron #age of ultron #ultron x reader #phaticserpentfanfics #phaticserpent #ask response #fanfic

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kriffingunlucky · 4 years

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Hello there!! I was wondering if you could write a little something for the bad batch (+echo) with a reader who works with the group, and ends up getting sick and how the bad batch would react? Please and thank you!!

Welp, here’s my first piece of actual writing in a while. Sorry for the inactivity! Hope this fits to your standards!! I didn’t mean to rush it at the end, but I was literally falling asleep while finishing up the prompt sooo,, xD I didn’t want to make too many mistakes while I half asleep-ily typed it out.

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They told you that you were going to get sick. They told you. But you didn't listen. You insisted that you could take the cold and continue on with your walk that rainy night. But the truth was that when you woke up the next morning, you felt horrible. And that's where you are now. Laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe through your stuffy nose. Your head hurt and your mouth was all dry. But you still tried to swallow anyway, which hurt, but it was a start to your day either way.

Dragging yourself out of bed, into a sitting position, your warm feet make contact with the harshly cold metal floor. Sending a chill up your spine as you stand. Stretching your arms out, fully feeling the consequences of your drained energy at the moment.

You were terribly cold.

So some tea sounded great to you. Blinking slowly, you walk out of your room, heading to the kitchen. Not even noticing when Tech had greeted you. It all sounded like white noise before you got something to ease this discomfort.

You stopped to get a mug, then you filled it with water and put it in the microwave, turning on and just watching the glow. Motionless. The hum almost putting you to sleep. Your eyes fall closed without you really making a conscious decision to let them do so.

Hunter looks over your frame with a worried expression, watching you sway back and forth was never a good sign, but the fact that you haven't said a single thing since you came in worries him even more. You haven't even acknowledged the fact that there are other people in the kitchen. You are just sitting in front of the microwave. Silently.

"(Y/n)?" He prompts gently, sipping on his kaff as he sat at their counter. But he got no answer.

The microwave, though, dings in response. Which makes you jump slightly before you opened the door. Dipping your tea bag into the hot water.

It wasn't super quality tea, but it was at least something.

You take your cup and shuffle your way towards the counter, sitting on the stool beside Hunter, to where you closed your eyes and leaned against him. Setting the cup against your lips as you breathe in the scent. Enjoying the warmth you're getting from both sources.

Hunter raised an eyebrow, watching you sip away at the warm liquid, "Are you alright?"

You looked up at him, (e/c) eyes hazed over with a tired tint, blinking a couple times as you processed his question. "Ah, yes. I'm fine." You smile at him, but you couldn't help how rough your voice sounded, which made you wince. Apparently you hadn't drunk enough tea yet.

So you look back down at the cup, sucking all the warmth from Hunter's side and just close your eyes. And be for a moment.

The Sergeant considered for a moment, what to do, but he knew that you weren't planning on doing anything challenging at the moment. Since you here hunched against him. So he just left you alone. Figuring that his brothers would pull answers out of the (h/c) haired member.

Somehow, right on time, Tech sits across from you and poked your nose.

"What's up, Tech?" Was your lazy reply. You hadn't even opened your eyes.

"You're sick." He states blandly. A displeased look upon his features.

"Not sick." You mumble, lips still set on the rim of your mug. "Just having a slow morning."

The small clone just hums, eyes narrowing dangerously at you. But he doesn't press. He just sits there. Crossing his arms with a frown on his features.

Waiting.

You peek one (e/c) eye open. Smiling lightly at his somewhat pouting face. But you close your eyes again and just continue to sit there. Knowing that he can't prove shit-

Well, that is, until you begin coughing.

Covering your face with your arm, you tuck your nose into your elbow, coughing and coughing. It became more of a wheeze as you sniffed. Smiling extremely nervously.

"Not sick my ass." You heard Crosshair mutter from the corner of the room. He had been curiously watching, as he usually does, but now he's pissed.

You never take good enough care of yourself.

"Come on, Cross." You grin. Meeting his piercing golden eyes, voice a teasing tone. "If you're so worried why don't you put me to bed yourself?"

That made the sniper roll his eyes, letting out a huff. But he didn't respond.

Echo did.

He had just walked into the room, your coughing drew him in, his motherly nature not letting him let the fit of wheezing go without confrontation.

His arms were crossed firmly over his chest, his honey eyes locked onto your (e/c) ones. He wouldn't break the eye contact as he quirked a brow. Shifting his weight all onto one foot, popping his hip to the side. He speaks softly. "I will put you to bed then."

You open your mouth to protest, but Wrecker makes his way into the kitchen, greeting his more frail brother by patting the top of his head lovingly. He looks at his other batchers, making a smile grow on his lips, he waves at you with a grin. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders he squeezes you tight.

Lifting you off the stool slightly, he holds you close against his chest. "Morning, (Y/n)!" The giant cheers.

Echo laughs, shaking his head at his large friends antics. A flash of mischief crossing his features. "Hey, Wrecker. (Y/n) is sick and obviously isn't taking care of themselves. So why don't you help me out and take them back to their room as I have Cross make some food for them? And Tech. You get something like a movie to keep them entertained. Hunter. Some blankets and comfy things, hm?" He claps his hands together.

Wrecker agrees easily, lifting into a bridal style carry, keeping you pressing softly into him. Carrying you back to your room. He opens the door and lays you down on your bed. Gently brushing some hair out of your face.

You sat on the bed, arms crossed, bottom lip poked out and petty mode turned on.

But when he touched you so gingerly you couldn't help but give into his sweet intentions.

Echo comes in with your tea, Hunter following with more pillows and blankets, helping you get situated and comfy with all of them. Tech trots in with a show he probably illegally downloaded. He set it up on a holoprojector and hit play, found himself getting comfy by your legs though, and when he closed his eyes he was out.

Echo gave you your tea. Smiling as he pat your head. Curling up near your waist, arms around you, cuddling warmly. He props his head up on a pillow and your stomach to watch the show.

Wrecker settled himself on your left side, beside the bed, leaning his head into the matress. He was content looking.

Hunter found himself sitting beside you on the bed, scooting close, to let you use him as a pillow again. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he leans his ontop of yours. Watching the screen with little interest, but he kept still, nonetheless.

After a while, Crosshair came into the room. Carrying a plate of food. But he found you all asleep, curled up together. He couldn't help but smile at the wholesome sight. He set the food down on the table beside your bed, and gently took your mug out of your slack hands, and did away with it.

Laying a kiss on the crown of your head. He sighed. "You should let us take care of you more often."

#bad batch x reader #reader #bad batch #clone force 99 #Wrecker #hunter #crosshair #tech #echo #bad batch echo #fluff #requests #sick! reader #gender nuetral #or at least I tried to make it that way #fun times #i love them a lot #stupid morons #tech is a criminal

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heartsywritesthethings · 3 years

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Tickling! Plus Ultra! 5 (End)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The class of 1-A was quickly transported over to Momo Yaoyorozu’s mansion after both Bakugo and Deku were taken from the villains. They all had bags with their clothes and other items with them, standing in the middle of the foyer awkwardly. Even Momo seemed to be awkwardly standing around, even though this was her house. Sure, he had a few of the students over before, but never in a situation like this. Bakugo was being more distant than usual, not even standing near Kirishima like he usually did. Deku was smiling, but it was strained. Even Kirishima who was usually their spot of light in darkness, seemed to have a cloud over his head.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get everyone settled and…uh…” Momo said, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. She took a deep breath before leading everyone to their rooms.

“We should try and play a game to get everyone’s spirits up before we fall asleep.” Iida said, though the steam had left his voice. All of that running around had really taken the wind out of him.

“I…I think I’m a little too tired for our kinds of games tonight, guys.” Deku said, rubbing at his sides absently. All of the tickling from both their games and…especially since Toga had really done a number on his ticklish nerve endings. He wasn’t exactly ready for another round.

“‘Night.” Bakugo said curtly. He stepped into a room and closed the door behind him. The other students of 1-A heard the lock click and that was about it.

“Guess he’s tired.” Kirishima hummed to himself. He stared at the door a moment longer, wanting to go in and help Kacchan. It couldn’t feel good being attacked and kidnapped so many times by the league of villains. He couldn’t even imagine what those villains must have done and said to him.

“Well, everyone else is going to have to share bedrooms. I’ll take the couch in the main room since Bakugo took a room to himself.” Momo said with a small sigh. Not that she could blame him, but it still wasn’t entirely fair for him to just lock himself in some random house.

“Don’t worry about it, Momo! Since you were so nice to let us stay in your house, I’ll take the couch.” Kirishima said with a charming smile. Momo thought about it for a moment before shrugging. She was absolutely exhausted after making so many things on such a short notice earlier tonight.

“Alrighty then. The rest of you can follow me.” Momo said, waving for the rest of the class to shuffle behind her.

On the couch, Kirishima checked his phone for just about the millionth time. He was waiting for Bakugo to finally tell him that he was alright. A meme. A link to a Youtube channel. Anything. When nothing came across, he decided to put matters into his own hands. In the Bakugo Squad Group chat (Chaos Crew), he decided to share the code for the game that Bakugo couldn’t say no to.

QWTRZ - Among us code.

Kirishima’s red character ran around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join.

A pink character with a flower named SlimePrincess joined.

A yellow character with the dum sticker named ChargeBolt joined.

A white character with the floppy brown hat named 0 joined.

A purple character with a red beanie named EarJackD joined.

Kirishima chewed on his bottom lip as he waited. If they waited much longer, then they would be kicked for inactivity. Damn…Bakugo must really be in a bad mood if he didn’t want to play a game where he could slaughter his friends.

An orange character with an egg on top named ExplosionMrdr joined.

Kirishima smiled at his screen and began the game. The little sprites began running around the map and Kiri’s character stuck with Bakugo’s. He wished that there was a way he could chat with him within the game, but just sticking with him was good enough.

Well, that was until the little orange guy turned around and stabbed him in the back. Kirishima pouted at his screen. Just like Bakugo to kill him first thing in the game.

As a ghost, Kirishima’s character followed Bakugo’s around the map as he jumped in and out of vents and slashed at passersby. It was a short game and an absolute slaughterhouse. The very last crewmate who was left alive as the game ended had been Sero.

The next game, it was Kirishima who was the Imposter. He followed Bakugo around, ready to kill at a moment’s notice. As he did, Bakugo’s character ran to the button and pressed it.

What the hell?

ExplosionMrdr: it’s ****** hair.

SlimePrincess: Proof?

0: Proof?

ChargeBolt: Where?

EarJackD: No one died, Denki.

EarJackD: Kinda sus.

ExplosionMrdr: u idiots its literally **** hair

ExplosionMrdr voted.

0: Anyone wanna follow me to Medbay? I gotta get scanned.

RedR10t: Ill go with u

ChargeBolt: How do I vent like pink did?

EarJackD: im voting denki. Sus af.

EarJackD voted.

ChargeBolt voted.

RedR10t voted.

SlimePrincess voted.

0 voted.

No One was Ejected. (1) Imposter remains.

The game continued. Kirishima followed Bakugo again, but this time decided to turn off the lights and then kill Bakugo’s character in front of the medbay. No one saw because of the lowered lights.

There was a frustrated yell that the entire mansion could hear. Bakugo stormed out of his room and the sound of his pounding footsteps grew louder and louder. Kirishima stared at his phone screen as he heard his impending doom get closer and closer to him.

Bakugo grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet.

“Is it you? Are you the imposter?” Bakugo yelled in his face.

Wait, what?

“U-uh, it’s just a game, dude and I didn’t mean to kill you–” Kirishima stammered. This was definitely not the reaction he had wanted. Sure, the frustrated scream and the storming out of the room was something he wanted, but this seemed like something more.

“Did you sell us out, shitty hair? Did you tell that stupid group of low lives what we were up to?” Bakugo yelled, almost as if he didn’t even hear anything that Kirishima had said.

“Dude, what are you talking about?” Kirishima asked, putting his hand on Bakugo’s wrist. It was a small gesture, but Bakugo retracted his hand. Bakugo ran his hands through his hair in stress.

“Just fucking tell me if it’s you. You can’t keep lying to my fucking face.” Bakugo continued, his voice trembling. Small sounds of footsteps could be heard as the others in the class peeked out of their rooms to see what all of the commotion was about. Kirishima frowned and took Bakugo’s wrist and led him into a different room.

“Alright, dude. What is going on? I’m sorry for killing you in the game, but this is a little much.” Kirishima said. He reached out and placed a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, but he pulled away.

“There’s someone here, shitty hair. Someone here that could have sold us out. Could still be selling us out! It could be you for all I fucking know!” Bakugo yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in Kirishima’s direction.

The red head sighed, a look of pity crossing his face. Whatever those villains had said to him…they made him think that there was some kind of traitor among the UA students. With how many times they had been caught and Bakugo had been kidnapped…it would make sense to a degree.

“Kacchan…look at me.” Kirishima said, stepping closer to Bakugo.

“Don’t get close to me!” Bakugo said, flinching away from his friend. He looked away from the red head, his body shaking all over. Kirishima took the risk of getting burned and wrapped his arms around Bakugo, hugging him as tightly as he could.

“Katuski…please. Take a deep breath, man.” Kirishima said softly.

Ever so slowly, Bakugo melted into the embrace. He wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s waist and buried his head in Kirishima’s neck.

“That bastard…whoever it is in this dumbass class…I’ll kill them.” Bakugo grumbled. Kirishima shook his head, squeezing Bakugo closer to him.

Having been taken hostage so many times has really gotten to him. After being beaten around and taken away from his friends so many times, it was perfectly reasonable that some trust issues towards his friends would start to surface.

“None of us would do that to you, man. Seriously. You may be loud and obnoxious, but everyone in this class thinks of you as a friend.” Kirishima said, resting his hand on the back of Bakugo’s head. He could feel something wet against the shoulder of his shirt and he just knew that Bakugo was…crying. It broke his heart.

“There’s…someone here, Kiri. They’re going to take us down from the inside. It’s so damn stupid.” Bakugo wheezed, clawing at the back of Kirishima’s shirt. Kirishima sighed heavily, feeling tears of his own in his eyes as he held his friend. It really broke his heart to see Kacchan like this. This hurt.

“No one is out to get you, Bakugo. Even if they are, I-I’ll protect you, okay?” Kirishima told him. He meant every word of it too. He pat his hand against Bakugo’s back and pulled away ever so slightly.

“Come on, let’s go to bed, okay?” He said.

Bakugo pulled away and wiped his face wildly with his shirt.

“Whatever. Yeah, sure. You should probably sleep in a bed, dumbass.” He grumbled and turned to walk back up to the room that he had stormed out of. Kirishima sniffled and wiped his own tears from his face. He snatched up his phone and his bag of stuff as he walked up to the bedroom. Once inside, Bakugo threw himself on the bed with very little grace. Kirishima set his stuff down on a nearby bedside and crawled into the bed as well. Once he did, Bakugo slowly pulled himself by Kirishima’s side. He rested his head on Kirishima’s shoulder, threw an arm around his waist, and tangled their legs together. Kirishima couldn’t help but smile as the blonde got himself comfortable.

“Despite everything, I’m glad the class got to know your special weakness. Now I can tickle you out in the open,” Kirishima said, sliding his fingertips up and down Bakugo’s back. Bakugo squirmed slightly, but he didn’t remove himself from Kirishima’s side.

“Bet your ass that I’ll kill you tomorrow. You won’t escape my wrath.” Bakugo grumbled, pushing his face further against Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Plus ultra?” Kirishima teased and tweaked a couple of Bakugo’s ribs.

“Pluhus Ultra.” Bakugo chuckled.

Kirishima hummed softly and pressed his lips against the top of Bakugo’s head in a soft kiss.

“Shut up and go to sleep, shitty hair.” Bakugo said. Kirishima let his fingers drag up and down Bakugo’s back just a few strokes longer before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

12/25

-Ga!babe

#25 Days of Fics #GA!babe #submission #Tickling Plus Ultra #12/25 #a lil bit of among us in there #some traitor/imposter angst #NICE #still love that horikoshi just forgot that completely #that's the end of the my hero fics for this baby!#nicely done babe always love your writing #and the bakusquad is just so good #and now I'm caught up enjoy the double post since I suuuuuuuuck

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me-and-your-husband · 4 years

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halloween scare || r. drysdale

Summary: Ransom takes you to a ‘Haunted House’ on Halloween night.

Warnings: mentions of sex, dirty talk, and a lot of swearing, but a lot of fluff too.

Word Count: 1.2k

I used two Halloween prompts for this fic;

“There’s a reason why sensible people don’t go into haunted houses, this is it.”

“You’re about as scary as a kitten, kitten.”

I did not make up these prompts!

A/N: here’s a lil something to make up for my inactivity these past weeks, and also because Halloween is my favourite time of the year.

Walking down the sidewalk that stretched out the distance between mine and Ransom’s house to whoever’s house we had just left, Ransom swung our hands back and forth as they interlaced. His other hand was stuffed in his lab coat. He was dressed as a doctor for Halloween, and I a nurse. Not the typical nurse costume, it was way more modest, just a pair of scrubs and a stethoscope. We were talking about all the sticky drunk people making out in every corner of every room, eliciting laughs and groans of disgust from each other.

“Yuck. I don’t understand why people need to showcase their tongues down other peoples’ throats. It’s doing nothing beneficial for anyone else, unless they get off on that shit,” he ranted. A soft chuckle escaped from my lips, and my hand left his so both could come up to wrap them around myself. I should have thought ahead and brought a jacket; the chilly late October breeze was unrelenting.

Ransom had noticed my chilled state, and without even a second of hesitation, removed his lab coat and opened it behind me so I could put my arms through. I thanked him, so which he returned by planting chaste kiss to my forehead, returning his hand to mine.

Occasionally, we passed kids, usually the older ones, who were still trick-or-treating.

“You know, I never went trick-or-treating as a kid,” Ransom stated abruptly, his stare kept on the ground. I turned my head to face him. “What do you mean?” I questioned gently. He drew in a sharp breath, huffing it out, creating a cloud in the air.

“My parents never had time to take me, and by the time I was old enough to go by myself I was already in a billion different clubs, classes and extra-curriculars to even care about Halloween.” He gave me a sad smile. “It’s something I’ve wanted since I was old enough to feel unloved; to have kids of my own one day, to have them know their loved and not have to question it.” He was looking back at the ground now. I stopped on the sidewalk, turning to face him. I pulled him back by the had to face me.

“When we have kids, we’ll take them trick-or-treating together every Halloween. We’ll carve insanely horrible jack-o-lanterns, and then stuff ourselves with candy corn while the kids are asleep. But as for tonight, I’ve got other plans.” I said, bringing him in to a slow kiss, my hands pulling gently on his hair. I pulled away, and without shame, whispered the most dirty, sinful things into his ear, biting his earlobe softly.

“Mmm, that sounds nice…” he said back, in a soothing tone. “But I’ve got a surprise for you first.”

He grabbed my hand and led me through twists and turns, the streets slowly turned into ones I didn’t recognize. His pace quickened as we neared our destination, and he abruptly stopped when we were standing in front of an old house, the only one on the street.

It was fully dark, and the house was surrounded by trees leading into the forest behind the house. The shudders on the windows were broken and mangled, the brown siding falling off. Thick fog surrounded the steps, and a mangy looking cat walked across the porch railing. The full moon cast a glow on Ransom’s sharp features, and I gave him a blank look. The grin on his face spread into a devilish smirk, inferencing the mischief to come.

“Ransom, what-“

“Shhh, pretty girl,” he said, pressing a finger against my lips. He grabbed my hands and led me towards the door of the house. I watched as the door slowly creaked open, then shut abruptly with a slam. More fog poured out of the house.

“There’s a reason why sensible people don’t go into haunted houses, and this is it,” I argued, trying to tug his hand, but it was no use. He just let out a laugh and continued on up the steps. When we reached the door, he cautiously grabbed then door knocker and banged it against the oak four times. Holding my breath, I squeezed Ransom’s hand.

“Relax, pretty girl, there’s no such thing as monsters-“

Four hands with long, slender fingers suddenly reached out of the door. Three grabbed Ransom, and one covered his mouth. He was pulled into the house, and the door shut again. A blood-curdling scream left my throat, but it died in my throat when I whipped around, to see a man dressed in all black, aside from the Jason mask, walking towards me while dragging a baseball bat on the ground. I was caught between running or hiding, and my body took over and I started pounding my fists on the door.

“Let me in! Please help me!” I bellowed.

The door swung open, and I fell forwards as my weight was leaning on it. I crawled backwards, and the door shut in front of the man with a bat, just as he was going to come inside. I was left in total darkness. I scrambled to my feet, wiping my hands on my scrubs. My heavy breathing was all I could hear.

I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket, and pressed the on button continuously, but it was dead. Great, just my luck.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, my breath still heavy in my chest. I squinted my eyes to try to see something, anything, but it did nothing for my current visual impairment. Suddenly, a warm breath fell to the back of my neck, and rough hands crept up my sides. I was frozen, I couldn’t even tremble.

“Gladly,” said a voice I could have known, but it hadn’t registered in the fear of it all. My mouth opened to scream, but a hand left my side and covered my mouth. The lights abruptly turned on, and I opened my eyes.

I heard boisterous, wheezing laughter to the left of me, and looked over. There, Meg and Marta stood clutching their stomachs with grisly gloves on their hands. Directly behind me, Ransom was laughing into my shoulder, uncontained. I spun around and punched him hard in the arm. He winced and rubbed his shoulder.

“You asshole! What the actual fuck!” I yelled out profanities, walking forward, backing him up against a wall.

“You know I scare easily! What in the hell was that for? And you even got them in on it!” I said pointing to the pair, still hunched over with tears in their eyes.

“Baby, baby I’m sorry! It was just so funny and-“He rubbed his other arm after I punched it.

“You better be fucking ready, because I’m going to torture the shit out of you, until you’re screaming for me to stop instead of screaming for me to keep going,” I said, just above a whisper so Meg and Marta couldn’t hear.

He smirked at me. The bastard smirked. “You’re about as scary as a kitten, kitten.”

He’s an asshole, but he’s totally “whipped” for me, as our friends say, and I love him.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Dial Tone: Three

Thor stared blankly out the window and looks down at the letter he wrote you for the day. It felt heavy. Every letter had felt heavier every day. As he’d poured his heart out, day after day. Imploring the universe to somehow bring you back to him.

To somehow heal what he had broken in a moment of frustration.

And he wanted to burn this letter. Somehow it felt too raw. And too real.

It felt like it was too honest. Like he’d said some things that weren’t fair. But it had been weeks. Months now. And no one had heard from you. No one had seen you. And it was clear that you didn’t want to be found. That you wanted to leave your old life. Leave him behind to start over.

It made his chest hurt. His eyes burned. But... It was time to turn out the lights. He’d left them on. Left them to tell you that he was waiting... But after three months? After even Heimdall couldn’t find you. After his mother couldn’t see you. He didn’t know if you were alive or dead. All he knew what that it was time to grieve for you. Grieve for you and move on with his life. But even as he looked down at that letter, he knew somewhere in his soul that there was no moving on from you.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the letter. The words, he knew, even if he destroyed it, were going to be burned into his mind.

My love,

This is going to be my last letter to you for a while. Because I’ve come to a realization. I have hurt you. With my actions and... inaction. You reached out to me for aid and I hurt you. I betrayed your trust by pushing you away. In my own anger and pain at watching you suffer. Watching you fight an enemy I couldn’t fight for you. I pushed you away to spare myself. I am unworthy of you. But I’ve got to move on.

He cringed away from his own words. He’d never been a poet. His words felt too clumsy to tell you what he felt in his chest. About how heavy and sore he felt. Like he’d been rubbed raw. Still he read on.

But I’ll never stop loving you, he’d admitted. And I’ll never stop waiting for you to come home.

It was a short letter, compared to some of the things he’d written you. But still. As he passed it over a flame and watched the words curl into smoke, he didn’t feel relieved.

For the first time since you left, he felt sad. Sure. He’d been lonely and longing. Angry sometimes. But this sadness, this hollow, gnawing grief caught him by surprise. And all he wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. And sleep. It made him realize with a jolt what it was like for you. To carry the weight of your pain privately. “Oh my love,” he sighed, heaving himself to his feet.

He turned towards the bed and felt it calling him. Warmth and comfort, though less without you in it.

And then came the banging, “Thor!”

“What?” he growled as Banner bounded through the door.

“Medical,” the man panted, trying to catch his breath, grateful when Thor put out an arm to steady him on his feet.

“Medical?” Thor said confused.

“Y/N. Medical.” he wheezed, Straightening up slowly.

It took a few moments for the words to penetrate. To process through his brain. You. Home. You. Hurt. And he was gone before Bruce could get the rest of the thought out.

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Thor didn’t pause at the door. He didn’t even think or consider that you might not want to see him. Because he needed to see you. Now. He needed to know that you were alive.

He stopped at the foot of your bed and watched shock register on your face, seeing him. “Thor,” you breathe. He couldn’t speak. You looked frail. Covered in bruises and cuts. He doesn’t know where you’d been and he doesn’t care. All he wants to do is tear the people who did that to you, limb from limb.

His feet feel like lead as he moves forward, inching towards you. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, cradling your face in his hands. Brushing your cheek bones with his thumbs when you start to cry. “Don’t cry,” he pleaded, trying to smile. “It’ll be okay. I’m not angry. I’m just glad you’re home.”

“Thor,” you murmur, swallowing hard. He can see you grappling. Trying to get the words you want to say out.

“What is it, darling?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“I-I-I,” you start to stammer, trembling. And Thor feels his heart drop. jumping to the worst conclusion. There was someone else. You didn’t love him any more. But he couldn’t move away from you. You were warm. And real. And here. Finally. After endless sleepless nights and hours of longing.

“I’m pregnant.”

Thor stopped dead. It felt like someone had punched the air from his lungs. “Y/N,” he said softly, “I don’t- I-mine?”

You nod slowly and he smiles. Beaming from ear to ear. But as he shifts you very gently into his lap, he feels it fade. You’re fragile. Too thin. But as he brushes a hand against your belly, he can feel it. The small curve. The energy that tells him there’s a healthy baby. His baby. Growing. And he pulls you close. And thankfully, he feels you relax against him. Your fingers curling around the fabric of his hoodie. Thor tilts your chin up gently and kisses you softly, “How long?” he asked softly. Mindful of the others milling about in the hall. But this was his moment. This was his love. They could wait.

“Almost 14 weeks,” you tell him quietly, “I thought I was just sick. I always get sea sick.”

Thor tilts his head, “Where were you?”

“Trying to finish my father’s research,” you tell him. The pain that flashes across your face makes him hurt for you. “It turns out he really was mad.”

“But the bruises-” he started.

“Pirates,” you clarify, “They took over my research vessel.”

Thor scowls and hugs you closer.

“Everything was fine until then,” you tell him.

He nods and presses a kiss against your hair. “How did you get back?”

“I started a mutiny... And once everyone was fighting I called the coastguard.”

That makes Thor smile. He could see it. “My son is lucky to have such a mother,” he murmured, heart swelling with pride.

“Is it a son?” you ask. He can hear the amusement. The teasing. In your tone and that makes him happy too.

“It is,” he said, pressing a kiss against your temple. “A healthy boy.” But in the back of his mind, he can already feel concern creeping in. Asgardian babies are strong. And they pull that strength from the mother who carries them. And you, gods help you both, don’t have much to spare right now.

But when you look up at him, tired and soft, his heart melts. “I’m sorry I left,” you tell him softly.

Thor smiles a little and presses soft kisses into your face until you squirm in protest, “We’ll talk about this later,” he soothes. “But right now, I think the healers are getting impatient. And you, my darling, need rest.” And a few good meals, he adds mentally. Anxious to get you healthy again.

“Stay?” you plead quietly.

Thor feels his heart twist and he nods. Unable to tell you no. And unable to care if the medics are inconvenienced by his presence. You need him. And he needs to know his love and his child are safe.

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stan-ace-trappola · 4 years

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ive been a little inactive due to school💔💔

hi hi! i hope this is fine, thank you very much for your request dear <33

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"Ugh! Move it a little," Ace shuffled further back, but to no avail as the closet was too stuffy for two to fit. Far too stuffy.

"I'm trying! You shut your mouth!" The other, too, had shifted uncomfortably, trying to create space between the two whilst figuring out a way to open the door.

Ace made a face of discomfort, before capturing an idea in his usually blank head. Surprising, Ace was suddenly no longer no thoughts, head empty! His lips tugged up into a mischievous smirk, as he continued with his plan.

"There's no way to open the door from the inside," Ace had perked up, beginning to initiate his plan. He grinned, leaning forward.

"..! Hey, what are yo-!"

"Heheh, got ya now~! It's my wi-..!!"

Ace cut himself off, immediately flushing the moment he had realized that he'd gotten closer than initially planned. Ah, it seems that he hadn't thought this far.

The only phrase that could be used to describe Ace, at this very moment, was no thoughts, head empty.

The hairs on his neck rose, his ears turning red. The small amount of room in the locked storage closet didn't help, either. He struggled to move away from the others' faces, eyes locked with their pristine eyes, trailing their soft skin with his eyes. He could only stare, his eyes eventually wandering down to their plump lips. He gulped, staring at how soft they seemed.

Maybe, if he pressed his lips ever so softly, and ever so quickly the other wouldn't notice.

Maybe, if he discreetly, 'accidentally,' moved a tiny bit closer, so close that their lips would mould into one, they wouldn't realize that he had wanted, that he had yearned for this kiss for oh-so long.

Maybe, he could feel those plump, soft looking lips upon his own and play it off as an accident.

He once again gulped. He could only hope so much, that the other couldn't feel his heartbeat. He prayed that they couldn't — that they wouldn't — point out the obvious heat that was radiating off of Ace in waves. He started to sweat nervously, as if afraid that the other would realize his plans. As if the other could read his mind. He tried to calm down his heart beat, trying to calm down his pulse. He took a deep breath, ready to explain himself. 'Sorry, I got a bit carried away, haha!' he'd say, grinning nervously. Okay, he told himself, 3, 2, 1.

He began chuckling nervously. "So-Sorry, I got a bit carri-," Ace was cut off by the sweep of lips hovering over his own.

"...Can I ask something crazy? ...Will you allow me to kiss you, Ace?"

"...Yes."

With that response and the certainly unexpected question, he dispelled his surprise and closed his eyes. He felt the others lips being placed upon his own, moving at an easy, steady rhythm. Slowly, he fell into the rhythm; he had fallen into the trap bestowed upon him. He kissed back, moving sensually and softly. He held the other so delicately, as if they were a porcelain vase kept by the most important people. They shyed back from one another, averting their eyes. Ace began to speak, saying,

"Ah- Well I, I um,"

'I didn't mean to do that, sorry,' 'I didn't mean to make my prank go so far. Sorry,' 'Sorry, I didn't mean to do that,' Ace made up several excuses in his head. He didn't mean to? Of course he did! Perhaps the best way to just go out and say it. 'I like you.' It was only three words. How hard could it be? He hoped that his bluntless could help him.

"Listen, I-"

Again, he was cut off. Not by a kiss this time, but by clear and soft laughter, slowly becoming messily cute wheezing. Ace flushed, embarrassed that he had over thought it.

"I like you, Ace Trappola! I do apologize for suddenly kissing you, but I couldn't hold myself back," They said, laughing lightly. Slowly, Ace began to fall into laughter with them.

"I-I guess you could say that I l..like you too," Sure, he was laughing but most definitely flustered having to admit that.

Both had begun to lean in, as if stuck in a trance as they stared into the others eyes. However, before the two could kiss, the door opened and the two had fallen out of the closet with a bang.

"H-huh?" The two had donned confused expressions.

"It took you guys forever to confess, so we helped you."

They had looked up upon hearing another's voice, flustered that they had been caught. The other lay atop Ace, who had hugged them the moment the door had opened to decrease the pain for them.

Deuce smirked, content with his work. He peered down at the flustered couple, before his eyes lit up at the sudden realization. 'B..Because of me the two are together....!!!!' And once again, did the shoujo manga he had read the previous night get to his head.

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