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ambros1an · 1 month

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firefly x gn reader 18+

warnings: SPOILERS FOR 2.1, eating out, face sitting, dom firefly, he/she/they pronouns for firefly, firefly has 🐱and d (in other form), firefly written as nonbinary, penetration, the suit stays ON, nothing hardcore

summary: gentle dom(ish)! firefly. that’s it. that’s the post

a/n: i wrote this for the people the love firefly in her completeness and not just one aspect or the other. i know y’all are out there. also never written nsfw and wanted to do it semi-realistically (lol)

the way firefly has everyone fooled. most that manage to see her despite her entropy disorder think of her as a kind and compliant girl. someone unfortunate. rarely anyone gets to see her true self, as someone who takes.

her plush thighs grip your head, holding it in place. her panties thrown off in the corner, but not fully undressed. her skirt conceals your face, holding u into her.

“a-ahh” they say your name, “please…”

you swirl your tongue around her clit, giving it kisses when she grinds into u.

“a-aha, sorry,” she apologizes.

you hum into her as acknowledgment. don’t stop

she bounces on your face, grinding against your tongue and your nose to hit that spot just right. She’s just so close- she can feel it. Firefly grips onto your hair in an effort to bring you somehow closer.

your hands clasp around her waist in return. their cunt starts to twitch around your tongue and the grinding gets harder.

“hhah-ah, im so close-“

she throws her head back in a moan. coming because of you, because of your tongue. its all just too much. if only you could see it.

has she ever been cared for like this?

with shaky legs she removes herself from your face and places herself down next to you.

“i want to..help you too” she looks down then back up at you.

obviously it was a yes.

she rolls in between your legs. this time he was Sam, not firefly. but with you, maybe they could be both.

the mecha suit encased her body, and with it was an “attachment.” sam’s cock stood upright. it gleamed with their signature green and blue decals.

he oiled a bottle of lube onto his fingers before inserting them. he didn’t want to hurt you. not again. his two fingers pumped in and out, leaving a full feeling that wasn’t unpleasant but welcome.

your light moans and grunts egged him on, inserting a 3rd finger.

“sam..”

they look up at you, “I know. I’m almost done,” he said lightly, you could hear a smile in her tone.

she removed her fingers from you, slick coating them. she held up the bottle of lube preparing to put it on her cock but you were faster.

“let me” you say, sitting up and plucking it from his hands. sam looks at you with a startled expression. he watches you coat your hand in the liquid then-

“oh-“

you’re touching him. you rub up and down his cock. one hand caressing the tip and the other the base.

“sensitive here?” you smirk, leaning down and placing your mouth onto his tip. he answers you with a shaky moan. not that you needed to ask anyway.

you kiss and lick at the tip, then open your mouth to go down further, humming around the shaft. that is until Sam grips your hair and plucks you off.

“sorry- not now. i wanted to do something for you. please, turn around,” the way he says it, makes it clear he’s out of breath.

you roll over onto your back, looking up at the hulking mecha on top of you. he rubs up and down his shaft, before inserting himself inside you. he moans, the heat surrounding him is enough to make him bust already.

as for you, its a tight fit. you hiss between your teeth. but the fullness feels so good. when sam starts thrusting, even more so.

to any other person, sam staring down at you would be a death sentence, but not to you. you can tell from the way he looks at you, that she really wants to kiss you. the warmth spreads across your stomach.

“ah-haha” he moans your name. “I really do love-“ he whimpers, caressing your hair, “care for you.” the warmth you feel from their emotions, combined with the pleasure, makes you come undone.

“f-firefly!”

you twitch around his cock, and it throbs against you too. the robot releases into you, the sensation is warm. and with it the mecha releases firefly from his suit, and she collapses onto you.

“its way too hot in there,” she moans.

you can’t help but giggle. you still cant believe they’re the same person.

#firefly x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr smut

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stevetonyweekly · 4 months

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SteveTony Weekly - Jan 21st - Week 3

Here’s everything I read this week! I hope you find something you enjoy!

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Hello. I've Been Waiting by j_gabrielle

Non-powered AU where Steve and Tony are in their late 20s and were high school sweethearts, married a year after their graduation - as Steve had wanted to save and then use his own money to buy Tony a ring. Though it hurt him to let Steve go to join the army, Tony knew it would have hurt both of them even more if Steve had stayed at home, miserable. They skype when they can, send emails (and the occasional letter because Steve is old fashioned that way - although Tony will never admit the amount of glee that fills him at seeing the physical envelope in his mailbox), and keep in touch as much as possible.

But there are still the long periods of time when there is no contact, and Tony can't help but worry and fret terribly about his husband overseas. One such period of time, Steve and Tony's friends (Bucky, Rhodey, the rest of the avengers, ya know), are surprised to get a group email from Steve - but happy at seeing that the reason: Steve is coming home early from his tour and wants to surprise Tony.

arei’s thoughts: I’m a sucker for Steve surprises Tony with a military homecoming. Short and sweet and lovely.

A ghost for Christmas by gottalovev

When she died, Peggy left Steve an old house in Connecticut. When he decides to spend Christmas there, Steve finds out that it's already inhabited... by a very handsome and kind of annoying ghost.

arei’s thoughts: this was so cute and the way that Rhodey came into it was really great. Loved it.

Something On My Mind by Thahire

During a team game of Never Have I Ever, Tony finds out that Steve has done—some things with men.

Things spiral from there.

arei’s thoughts: tony finding out about steve’s sexual past in a game with the team is a pretty niche trope and one i absolutely adore. Loved this.

Arrangements by Neverever

Tony has a no-strings attached, no-personal information, all-sex relationship with Steve. But things can change, can't they?

arei’s thoughts: FWB that doesn’t stay FWB is always a lot of fun.

Magical Moments by Becci_chan

It hadn’t been Steve’s best idea when he’d asked Tony to go with him to the Christmas market. Steve had only needed someone to keep him company, because sometimes crowded places still made him nervous. And because he liked Tony. A lot.

arei’s thoughts: it’s pure Christmas fluff. Plus, you know, Steve not knowing he’s head over heels for Tony is always fun.

Teeny Tiny OctoTony by MountainRose

Tony finds something in a HYDRA base, and it's about four inches tall and has a goatee.

And tentacles.

arei’s thoughts: i’m a big fan of tony as a octopus. They’re so smart?? And this one’s telepathic-ish bond with his octo counterpart was adorable!

All Roads Lead To by Anonymous

After Obadiah's betrayal, Tony hides in the depths of the Midwest to become a mechanic.

The Avengers come into his life anyway.

arei’s thoughts: I love the idea that some things are inevitable, and how this team came together was lovely.

Beyond Imagination by nakurumok

Tony swears he is fine. Really.

Sure, he was injured in the battle (only slightly), his suit was shut down after he was hit by some magical beam, crashed into the ground and lost conscious for nearly a day. But he is fine. Totally. Unquestionably.

Except, if he would admit it, he feels like he had gone through a few rounds of boxing with Hulk, while without the suit. He feels dizzy, and the ground seems floating under his every step and his head hurts like hell. But despite all of these, he is fine.

… and has he mentioned he sees Captain America, who should only exist in the comics, standing in his kitchen?

arei’s thoughts: The way things came out slowly and then all at once was lovely. It was clear that something was wrong, but how it played out was just--so nice.

we pick ourselves undone by laramara

It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.

arei’s thoughts: I loved the setting of this and the softness between Tony and Steve in contrast to everything around them. So well done.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #captain america #iron man #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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emmyfairy · 11 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write some head-cannons about giving the slashers the silent treatment for Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy & Stu, Vincent Sinclair

Thank you!!!

Requested

Hi I’m Em and I am in love with Vincent Sinclair (i’m imagining all ya’ll saying ‘hi em’)

reblog if you enjoy! any other ideas?

Uh oh, big boys are in the dog house. What are they like when their lovely gives them the silent treatment?

Bubba

As soon as you skip your usual “Good Morning” he’s in tears

Once you step out of the bathroom, fresh faced and ready for a day of ignoring your man, he’s in your personal space, whining and crying, a fistful of wildflowers gripped tightly in his hand, roots still shaking dirt onto the floor

You'd have to clean that up so….

Honestly, just take the flowers and forgive him sweetie, he’s just gonna cry and whinge until you do, and no he won't admit he did anything wrong because he doesn't care

Not in a bad way, but your anger is too distracting for him to remember properly

Thomas

Notices right away

Is worried right away

He’s so used to and in love with your babbling, nodding his head along with you, so when it’s sudden radio silence, when all of a sudden you won't even look at him? Instant heartbreak

Did he do something? Say something? Did someone else? Don’t you love him anymore?

It hasn't even been an entire day and you have this 6’5 hulking giant of a man literally at your feet

Im serious, after a few hours he can't stand it, bails on his chores, finds you and immediately drops to his knees, hugging your legs and burying his face in your tummy

He only peels himself away when he feels your hand start running through his hair (i've decided no one can stay mad at him he’s too soft)

After you coax him off of his knees the two of you have an open conversation and communicate your feelings in a healthy way, solving all the problems and boom sunshine and rainbows baby

Billy & Stu

We all know these two share a brain cell, and once ya’ll are together its split amongst you three

They do NOT catch onto your mood for a whileee

Honestly it’s probably one of your friends, or even your mom, that clues them in

They’re used to you being a bit on the quiet side, heaven knows the pair can entertain each other for hours with dumb boy stuff, and they spend their nights, well, ya’know…

When they do realize your unhappiness and silence these boys go the wallet route

Im talking flowers, chocolate, nice dinner, shoes, that outfit you were eyeing at the mall last week, and more flowers

You do eventually forgive them, but they honestly aren't much wiser afterwards

Vincent

Ngl he doesn't notice at first, not in a bad way, it’s just he gets so invested in his art

There are many nights he stays in his workshop, meddling away at his latest project, often skipping meals unless you bring them to him

I love this man okay, but baby can be a little bit of an airhead at times

Bo and Lester have both noticed by now and let’s just say dinner time is Awkward✨

By now Vinny is catching onto your cold shoulder

Good thing he wears that mask because if you could see the pout on his lil face? All anger would be gone with the wind

Vince doesn’t really know what to do, his brothers sure as hell aren't helpful, so he does the only thing he can think of

Art, art and groveling

He sketches a portrait of you, far too well done to be a quick one, and it almost encaptures how gorgeous he thinks you are

Once the sketch is in your hands, he’s slipping into bed with you, not bothering to move the covers, just smooshing against you, every inch of him on every inch of you, holding you close

When you look down to where he is parasitically attached to your chest, his eye is shining so sadly, there is no way you could stay mad at him

He’s just too cute, sorry I don't make the rules

#my wriitng #slasher drabble #slasher fanfiction #thomas hewitt drabble #bubba sawyer drabble #vincent sinclair drabble #billy loomis drabble #stu macher drabble #thanks for the request!

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crystallizedday · 1 year

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Mkay so

I don’t have any images for this

But imma still try to make this an entertaining read like the last analytical essay thing I did.

Except this one isn’t an essay.

My brain just REALLY wants to see the Ink Demon cry.

Badly.

Anyway

Bendy and the Dark Revival: Immortals AU, or maybe I’ll pick another less cheesy title, I don’t know, I’ve literally never done this before…

Okie.

Right off the bat, I will need to steer away from canon for a wee bit & not only make the Ink Demon willing to be helped with his MULTITUDE of issues, but also make Audrey willing to help him out. Going by these adjustments, the Ink Demon, being offered kindness in his real form for the first time like EVER, would feel comfortable enough trusting Audrey & her plan to try & help him move past all the shit Joey (as well as Wilson & the Keepers & stuff) has done to him.

Audrey then takes the Ink Demon AS HE IS (no smol Bendy form, I’ll explain why later) to the real world so he can detach himself of both the “kingdom” he used to have under his thumb & the prison that was the cycle (since I’m sure even HE hates being stuck there to an extent, even if only a little bit).

Audrey’s priority is to help Inky adjust to a new lifestyle of being more casual & curious, probably achieving the first stages of this through telling & maybe even showing Inky how much the world has changed since the 30’s & 40’s & such. Being treated like a genuine human being also helps tremendously in that regard.

Audrey still is in control of the cycle like in the end of the game, but now she has Inky with her, who is ever so slowly adjusting to the fascinating world of color & atmosphere.

Hell, I’m sure my guy would mentally just shut down after seeing a rainbow in person for the first time.

Like… he lived most of his life in black & yellow, so all of THIS would be MIND BLOWING to him, perhaps even overwhelming at some points.

The mental image of him experiencing GENUINE rain for the first time & being in utter awe at it makes my heart ache & I love it…

Now

The main emotional point of this AU that I need to address before proceeding any further:

This Ink Demon isn’t happy being “Bendy”.

Why?

My poor guy was literally BORN to be a mascot, to be a living face for Joey Drew Studios, & when he couldn’t live up to it with how he came out, he was locked away for it.

He still has SOME attachment to his character considering destroying his cutouts in the og game’s chapter 3 pisses him off, but to Audrey, it seemed like a bad idea playing into the association, especially since those very expectations landed Inky in this mess in the first place.

He can still accept the idea that he was spawned from the IDEA of Bendy, but he’s NOT Bendy. He’s something else, something far more unique than what he was intended to be, and thus begins carving out a new identity for himself, making himself more & more independent from his intended character.

This is mainly for this AU, but if any of y’all wanna play into this idea outside of it, feel free to!

Anyway, let’s get to the section where that “immortal” part of the AU name starts to make sense.

Due to both of them being made of ink (& due to biology shenanigans on Audrey’s part cause I’m not sure how aging works for her so I’m just saying fuck it), they last MUCH longer than the average human, living through SEVERAL different decades & experiencing MANY different generations come & go, always having to adapt to each new coming generation.

Over time, Audrey becomes a little worn down (probably because of her legitimately aging slowly while Inky just doesn’t at all) while Inky becomes more & more explorative & experimental, the two of them still looking out for each other regardless.

I’ve had a few one-off funny ideas for this particular part of the AU, like the classic “kids mess with ball & it crashes through neighbor’s window” trope (or at least I assume it’s a trope) where one of the tiny itty bitty kids has to walk up to the door, knock, & ask politely for their ball back. Only, instead of the nice young-old lady answering, it’s this hulking figure of pure blackness & a terrifying set of teeth, holding the ball in his hand & being like…

“Is this your ball?”

“… Yeah?”

“& that house over there… is that yours?”

“Uh huh…?”

& then Inky, being a petty lil shit, just yeets the fuckin thing at the house.

“There. Now we’re even.”

& just slams the door in the kid’s face.

I’ve also had the idea of either people mistaking him as a cosplayer or GENUINELY being fascinated with him & his look & he’s just internally sobbing with all the positive attention he’s getting because, like I said before, I WANT TO MAKE HIM CRY!!

& uh…

Speaking of Inky crying…

One last random idea I’ve had for this AU thing is Inky meeting THE REAL HENRY STEIN for the first time.

Maybe this could be soon after Inky gets out of the cycle & meets old man Henry who, while appalled over what Joey has done behind closed doors, is incredibly kind to Inky & gives the big guy some closure with at least ONE of his “fathers” accepting his existence…

Or…

If Inky can’t see Henry before he passes…

Inky begins visiting Henry’s grave annually to leave various things for him, a little frustrated at himself for not having the guts to talk to Henry sooner.

He’ll also occasionally leave stuff for Linda as well because I said so & I want to make you all cry with the thought of Inky starting to care for the person Inky can somewhat consider his mother in a sense, even if he doesn’t even know what she looks like & only knows of her gravestone.

OKAY

It’s currently 1 in the morning & I’m all out of brain juice.

I know there’s not much cohesiveness to this post, but I do not care, I just want to get my idea out there in some form, even if they’re more so bits & pieces of ideas rather than something with much of a backbone (at least with the “immortals” part of the whole shtick). I just… really like these ideas.

I still enjoy canon asshole Inky more so than “redeemed” Inky & such, but…

I enjoy making myself feel emotional damage, aka I’m a sap for making myself cry in one way or another in the most BRUTAL ways possible.

So imma indulge myself just this once.

So uh

Yeah.

Imma go get some sleep now.

Hope y’all enjoyed this roller coaster of what goes on in my brain in a nutshell!

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jaydawnsin · 1 year

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10/19/2022

I want to write something in response to a comment I got on Vanity, Thy Name is Leo, but I don’t wanna publish it yet cause there’s spoilers for what I intend to do with the story, so this is a scheduled post. I want so badly to respond but responding would ruin the surprises I have in store for this fic, that I’m assuming is now complete as of the posting of this post. I hope it’s complete, it’ll be about 3 months before this post is published xD

This is not a call to witch hunt this person, in fact I'm glad they left this comment cause it made me really deep dive into the motivations for why the characters in VTNiL act the way they do and it was honestly a really nice comment overall. The comment was, and I'm paraphrasing heavily here, "I wonder why Leo is so vain in your story when, in canon, he's really not."

To answer this question, I'm gonna go into the features of First Person Perspective. Stick with me here, I have my reasons and it’ll make sense soon.

First Person is a way of writing a story where you’re basically in someone's head for the duration of the story, chapter, etc. You see what they see, you experience what they experience, and the only information you have is the information that that character has. This is important.

The pros of this are that you know exactly what the character is thinking and the view you get of the story is very personal. It makes it easy to feel an emotional attachment to the story because the character is invested in their own life for obvious reasons.

The cons are that you only know what that character knows. If that character has a bias or preconceived notion about something or someone, or if they don’t have all the facts, which they almost never do, you will experience that bias, that lack of information, and maybe assume that you have all of the facts when you really don’t.

Fan fiction is mainly written in 3rd person in my experience, as someone who’s been reading fan fiction for fifteen years and reads thousands of words almost every day. We’re very used to getting a holistic view of the plot, which has its perks, but we don’t get that in 1st so you may not realize that a character is an unreliable narrator until the perspective shifts to a very different one.

Why is this important? Well, let's look at how VTNiL starts. The opening line is "Leon is the most vain person I know." This is true. Donnie doesn’t have a lot of friends, so Leo, from Donnie's perspective, with his love of things relating to self expression and self care, is actually be extremely vain in Donnie's opinion.

But here's the thing. The first line of the story, the entire first chapter even, is dripping in a distorted perspective of Leo's character. Leo looks vain in comparison to what Donnie values because Donnie doesn’t care about his appearance all that much.

If we were going to look at this from a holistic POV, here are the facts:

- Leo does care about his appearance, but he only takes like 30-45 mins to get ready, not the hours that Donnie says, not because Donnie's lying, but because Donnie is Leo's brother and he's bound to find Leo doing something that he doesn’t see much value in as frustrating and time consuming, especially when it stops them from doing what he needs to do to get ready for school, something Donnie cares very much about. It's an exaggeration based off of frustration, something that people do all of the time.

- Leo also hasn’t filled the entire bathroom full of cosmetics. He has a few items that he needs and likes, but Donnie sees it as a lot because he doesn’t care for this type of thing.

- Lastly, Leo caring about his appearance isn’t rooted in self love or a feeling that he’s more attractive than others, it’s rooted in his lack of self worth. Leo only gets praise and attention for his looks. He’s intelligent, but when you sit him next to Donnie, they outshine him. He’s strong, but Raph is a hulk of a dude so in comparison, he looks like a twig. He’s creative, but Mikey is the artist of the family. Leo’s charismatic and attractive and people flock to him because of this, but his appearance isn’t something he necessarily worked for, in his opinion. It’s not a talent, it’s just his face. Never mind that it does take talent to put together outfits and makeup that look cohesive, that styling his hair to look so nice is an actual skill that he needed to learn, compared to his siblings, he feels over shadowed.

So to answer the question posed by my lovely reader, why does this version of Leo obsess over his appearance when in canon he doesn't? The answer is that he isn’t obsessed with his appearance. He’s obsessed with other people’s opinion of him and that’s intrinsically tied to his appearance in this AU, but if his intelligence was the thing getting him attention, he would put a lot of effort into studying because this boy is starved for affection. Splinter isn’t the best father, he’s not gonna show up a whole lot in this story from what I remember of my outline, and his absence is a statement in and of itself. Splinter is not there for his sons emotional well being. Raph is basically the parent of his siblings, but he’s only a year or two older than Leo. He’s not gonna get everything right and the emotional neglect a child experiences from early on in life is hard to heal. If someone is starved for affection the way these boys are in this au, they’re gonna do what they need to do to get it. Raph becomes protective of his siblings, Mikey finds friends at school through his love of art, and Donnie has online friends that he spends time with but Donnie also tends to be avoidant of people. Leo went the opposite way and let everyone’s opinion of him affect his self worth and that’s not healthy.

Going back to the point I was trying to make, I felt like it was important to overemphasis how much Leo works on his appearance because when Leo doesn’t spend as much time on his appearance as usual, Donnie notices and that is the important part. Donnie doesn’t see their brother as someone that is starved for affection, he sees his brother as a sort of peacock. Very showy, loud, and colorful. Attention grabbing, not attention seeking. They have a very surface level understanding of Leo’s motivations.

The important part of that chapter was that this is the moment that Donnie, a person who by all accounts is not great at understanding people and emotions, someone who also doesn’t understand Leo as a person because their view points of the world are so different, notices that Leo is acting different. Leo’s been acting different for months at this point, but this is the point where the least likely person to noticed does take notice. That is what I want the focus to be on, because Leo as a character is not very open about how he truly feels. He hides behind his different masks, deflects constantly, and never seems to take anything seriously and if you catch a glimpse of genuine emotion, it’s either because he did it on purpose or because his mask is slipping. You as the reader didn’t have enough information yet because this was only the first chapter and you’ve only read Donnie’s perspective as of the writing of this post.

By all accounts, the assumption most readers will probably make is that I as a writer don’t understand Leo as a character, not that I’m distorting Donnie’s perspective. To be completely fair, the former is the more likely option than the latter so I understand the natural inclination.

By the way, the title of the story is also a cheeky little joke. It’s titled like that because it’s the first thing the reader is told about Leo and the first thing I told you about Leo is a statement that is fundamentally incorrect about his character. It’s a trait that’s important to his character in this AU that will be explored as I continue to write the story, but it’s exaggerated and biased. This story is a lesson in realizing that we don’t always know what’s going on in other people’s lives and our view of those around us is fundamentally imperfect and biased, even when it’s someone that we should, by all accounts, be very close to. It’s something I, as an actual person in real life, have had to learn the hard way and it’s something I try to remind myself of frequently.

This isn’t to say that the commenter is dumb for not noticing these very small details and coming to the intended conclusion, btw. I could tell that they were already questioning what was happening in the story and it made me so excited to see someone contemplating what I intended to happen! It shows an investment in something that I created and I think that’s absolutely fantastic.

We as fan fiction readers and writers are used to overloading and being overloaded by entirely too many details, which I’m not knocking. I love highly detailed stories, I eat that shit up, but when a story doesn’t do that, it’s hard for us to realize how much depth is intended with the details that we do get, especially when it’s only around 1,000 words at first. A fan fic reader may be reading upwards of 30k words a night, if they’re anything like me at least, and 1,100 words is a tiny amount to try to read into when I haven’t given ya’ll a whole lot to work with. That being said, just about everything I include has a purpose. Raph noticing that April’s at a restaurant in chapter two, for example, is a subtle way of hinting that Leo probably isn’t with her and that she’s busy with her family so she can’t help them look for Leo right now. It’s a way of telling you that information without actually telling you.

So to end this off, thank you for the comment @obsessingoverthisandthat. It was the first comment I got on VTNiL and while I absolutely adore reading all of the other comments, this particular one had me sitting for hours thinking about this question and fundamentally changed the direction I decided to take this story.

#VTNiL #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #ao3 fanfic

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kutpot · 2 years

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I'm going to be "that" person but I need to get some things off my chest Sounds silly I know, but after I stopped drawing professionally, what brought me back to it was an illustration from a fiction that most of you must have seen. Back then, I had the Daredevil show as a kind of comfort (This kind of attachment is common in people with Asperger's.)

But a short time later I lost my father, my baby and Daredevil was cancelled. I felt like I had lost everything. I still feel this way sometimes.

Well, I could try to bring just one of them back, and that's what I tried to do when I signed the Save Daredevil petition. (SaveD Daredevil nowadays)

But no, I don't think Daredevil is saved. Unless they bring Eden and Deborah back and that's when I become “that” person.

No, I don't want Daredevil to interact with Spider-Man, fight Loki, have a night of wild sex with She-Hulk. Nor would I like to see him hop like a monkey from building to building looking for just one interest in life, that King Pin.

And no, I have nothing against any of these actors, although I would be grateful if the bosses forgot a little bit about Vincent's grandiosity and remembered a little bit about Elden and Deborah. I know the industry is all about money and Vincent is more profitable than Elden for example, but hey hey!! Avocados at law!! Maverick and Goose!

The fans, those who have fought since 2018, want that! That simplicity. Matt and Foggy discussing vigilantism on a roof with a beer in hands. Karen walking around in those comfortable heels...

And the fights, yes, street fights, real fights, with real breath, real tiredness... Not that shameless CGI that Marvel has been delivering lately.

And I don't know if the Marvel Era, (as a 17 year old fan told me) is capable of understanding that there is beauty in simplicity.

#Matt looked like chewed gum and not a man who lives most days in pain. Does that work for a comedy series? Maybe #It makes me very sad to think that what I wanted so badly turned into a war of egos #A war over who knows the character best. Who knows more about Matt.#I'm truly hating it.#daredevil #Daredevil Born Again #sorry not sorry #marvel

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spider-hoe · 1 month

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So I’m gonna do this head cannon format for my spider-oc’s backstory I’m gonna call these kind of post as a lore drop! So here we go!

Warning ⚠️ ! It’s a bit long ( I kinda info dumped lol)

Arachno-Moph: Confirmed Canon.

Arachno-Moprh Aka Roswell Pierce being their real identity..has been operating as NewYork City’s Spiderman/spider-hero for 5 years since the age of 19 making Roz ( their preferred nickname) one of the more experienced young adult spiders. Roswell in many regards is really not like other spider people only due to one aspect and that’s being mutated/host to a cybernetic alien spider bot thingy..(think of the third Blue Beetle Jaime Reyes, yes I was inspired by him lol) forever attached to Roswell’s spine.

Roswell much like Miles of 1610 wasn’t really meant to be Spider-Man..meaning Roswell is shy quiet and to anxious to do anything kind of personality..especially since in many regards their closest ally and friend PJ Parker ( this universe’s child of Peter Parker and MaryJane) was supposed to be Spider-Man..but through an accident involving a particle accelerator and Norman Osbourne wishing to bring back Spider-man..caused Roz to be in the middle and become Arachno-Morph/Spider-Man. This caused Roswell to become a alien-spider human hybrid ( in a way similar to Miguel.).Thus Roz became stronger more built..but not taller only standing at a full 5’2..(FYI ( Peter Parker retired from being Spider-man fully leaving New-York without a Spider-man). Thus Roswell became the unlikely candidate to become the new spider-hero of Earth 3651-D. Because of this Roswell does have a light-sensitivity, fangs that only grew recently ( not fun), and for the morph part Roswell can only shift their body for a small amount time..for example Roswell can shift into a spider-human hybrid form..(funnily enough akin to Ben Tennyson lol hence their color scheme).Though Roswell every now and then does go into a feral state..but that’s hasn’t happened in awhile but it’s triggered a few months after joining the spider society ( a story for another time). This form increased their speed,agility, strength ( their strength is comparable to Super-Man/Hulk in some cases), senses etc. but Roswell is also one of the few who don’t have a spider-sense…but their other abilities make up for it( like a lot.. fellow spiders tend to forget Roswell does not have it). The main draw back is their suit which comes from the alien spine attachment has a battery life of sorts which mainly happens only in inconvenient moments.so Roswell only recently began having a regular suit underneath as a backup. Roz does have organic webs and four natural spinnerets and their silk is almost an exact copy of the Darwin Bark Spider. Because of this Roswell has to eat a lot of protein and amino-based foods in order to keep up. But Thanks to PJ they don’t have to worry to much since he made them special web fluid and wen shooters as their organic web production is taxing on them.

Roswell is also a tad different with their villains than their universe’s Peter (but inspired by something he started during his retirement.) is that as Arachno-Moprh(a child friendly name Roz chose because they actually visit sick kids every now and then.), aims to rehabilitate their villains..(their main achievement thus far is rehabilitating Dr Conors aka The Lizard( who even though stuck as a lizard got married and runs the center to help villains and misguided folks) because when Roswell first got their abilities Roz was under mind control from Norman Osbourne and remembered everything they did thus aims to not only atone themself but others who wish to as well.

Okay for now that’s it for the lore dump…more than likely there’s gonna be a part two lol but that is as much as I can put in one post.

#spiderman oc #oc lore #lore dump #pt 1 #arcoss the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spidersona #fandom #fanfic #headcanon #spiderman #ididthisintwohours

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luckyluan · 3 months

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The High Order

JAN 3, 2024 - 12:18AM

“Put her here!” Dean yelled over his shoulder.

He hastily swiped clean a tall metal table. and a bevy of tools, schematics, and car parts clattered to the ground with dull, dry echoes.

Blumberg and Lafayette hoisted Josephine onto the table. Blumberg carefully lifted her head and placed his lumpy backpack under her head.

“Start talking, Nance.” Blumberg barked. “What the hell happened up there?”

Nance, a foot shorter than Blumberg, set his jaw as he carressed the trigger of his rifle. His thick beard, caked with dirt and debris, seemed to grow in the deafening silence.

“It had to be a set up.” Nance said matter of factly.

“Pretty convenient as you’re the only one unscathed.” Lafayette chimed.

Lafayette stood in the corner – his back on the wall – as he leveled a skin searing glare at Nance. Lafayette’s shoulder length locs were wrapped in his head covering which he removed only to speak.

“How do we know you didn’t set us up, Nance?” Lafayette fired.

“Don’t start that bullshit again, Lafayette! We’re all on the same team! We all have the same goal.” Nance shot back.

Nance coiled his finger around the rifle trigger as Lafayette inched forward.

“I would very much like to work in an unarmed environment.” Blumberg shot over his shoulder.

Blumberg’s hulking frame sat piled on a metal stool with his hands shoved into a set of rubber gloves and a light attached to his forehead. His hands moved automatically as he spoke at them.

“I did not survive a war in my own country to lose my life and my freedom because you two can’t agree.”

“I s-second that.” Josephine.

“Shut the fuck up.” Nance and Lafayette fired off in unison.

The air stilled as Nance and Lafayette retreated to their corners. The only sounds came from Josephine as she squirmed against the needle weaving together her skin.

“Stillness, please, Josephine.” Blumberg mumbled.

“When can we move her?” Nance inquired.

“We’re not moving her, dipshit, she’s barely breathing.” Lafayette shot back.

“That’s not technically true--” Blumberg muttered.

“--Shut the fuck up, Blumberg! Work!” Lafayette pointed the tip of his gun at the massive man.

Blumberg only chuckled.

“You need a lot more than your little rifle to hurt me, little boy. Go play with something more dangerous.” Blumberg brushed him off.

Nance’s armored chest heaved as he looked between Lafayette and Blumberg.

“Somebody is on to us.” He murmured. “Somebody set us up, and if they set us up out there, they know we’re in here. We need to move.”

“No,” Lafayette shouted as he crossed the room. “That’ what you need. Josephine is down for the count. We’re out of cash and options. And Robin hasn’t given us orders. We stay here tonight.”

“That was plan.” Blumberg offered.

“Blumberg, shut--” Nance began.

“Next person who tells me shut fuck up gets bullet where bullet is hard to remove, yeah?” Blumberg did not look up as he leveled his threat.

“What went wrong?” Josephine mumbled.

“It’s quite simple.” A voice rang out from the high railing on the second floor. “You got caught and I thought I taught you better than that. We’re not petty criminals. My good people, we are thieves of the highest order.”

“Professor Darbonne?!” Lafayette whispered. “How...What the hell is going on?”

“Unbelievable.” Nance muttered.

“Professor,” Blumberg wiped his hands on an oily rag. “You mean to say--”

“Yes, Blumberg.” Professor Darbonne smirked. “I’m Robin.”

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anthonysstupiddailyblog · 2 years

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (172): Sat 3rd Sep 2022

Over the last fortnight or so the chain has been coming off my bike and I've had to pull over by the roadside and stick the fucking thing back on. This morning as I was pulling into the work car park the chain not only came off the bike but wrapped around the fucking wheel. I realized that I wasn't going to be able to fix it but because it was stopping the wheel from moving I couldn't even push it to the bike shed so I had to drag the fucking thing to the nearest vacant spot in the car park and leave it there for the whole day. I was really pissed off but to be honest I was more thankful that this had happened just as I was pulling into the work car park. If it had happened while I was driving down the duel carriageway I would have been fucked. I know that getting this fucking thing fixed isn't likely to be cheap but at least I didn't have to arrange for it to be towed to work and if I'd have been late to work it could have negatively affected my record. At the morning meeting (which are feeling excruciatingly pointless now since they just say the same thing over and over again and don't even offer us the quiz question where the person who answers correctly gets an extra 15 minute break) we were told that my manager is either leaving or being demoted which I'm guessing has something to do with her telling people they need to improve when it was impossible to improve because there was terrible stock. I know it was a mistake on her part but for fuck sake think of how many hard working people she just completely depressed by telling them that they weren't working hard enough when actually they had gone above and beyond. After my shift my sister met me in the car park with a bunch of tools which I intended to use to take the bolts off the wheel so I could untangle the chain and re-attach it but I couldn't even get a good grip on the bolts. I realized I wasn't going to be able to fix it so I called a tow company but they wanted £120 to take the thing 4 miles down the road so I told them to get fucked. I decided just to drag the bike all the way down the car park to the bike shed, leave it there overnight and then arrange for someone to come out and fix it tomorrow. I was fucking furious because I was just about to call the bike repair place when Dad called me and told me he'd been speaking to his friend and he'd told him that all I'd need to do was tighten the bolts which I did and now this has happened and I'll likely be even more out of pocket with the tow fee I'm going to have to pay. I always let him talk me out of doing things the proper way. Anywho I got home and tried to take my mind off the whole shitty situation by checking out the main event from Clash At The Castle. None of the opponents Roman Reigns has faced during his historic two year title Reign have convinced me that they were going to win since WWE clearly want Reigns to go down in the history books as one of the most successful champions of all time. However this ferocious home country crowd going crazy for Drew McIntyre briefly fooled me into thinking tonight could be the night. The match was really enjoyable, full of false finishes, an Austin Theory cash in tease which was thwarted by a Tyson Fury right hand and the ending came when Solo Sikoa made his main roster debut and cost Drew the match. Part of me was pulling for Drew but I was really glad Roman won. I personally hope they keep the belt on him for another two years so he surpassed Pedro Morales and Hulk Hogan's record and becomes the third longest reigning champion in WWE history.

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daydreamerdrew · 2 years

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Comics read this past week:

the Captain Marvel stories in Whiz Comics (1940) #26-28 and Captain Marvel Adventures (1941) #7-8 and America’s Greatest Comics (1941) #2

This is not a real big batch of issues. I had really deprioritized my Golden Age Marvel Family readings over my Hulk readings. I checked and I’ve only just entered 1942. This bit of issues included the first appearance of Ibac in Captain Marvel Adventures #8. Unfortunately, there’s also the first appearance of Steamboat in America’s Greatest Comics #2. Also, I’ve noticed that scan quality really affects my reading speed. If an issue has really poor scan quality, it just takes me longer to read than a nicely scanned issue.

the Marvel Family stories in World’s Finest Comics (1941) #258-262

More from E. Nelson Bridwell and Don Newton’s Marvel Family run from the very late 70s to the early 80s. Stories don’t feel very long, which is fine- short and sweet. I particularly liked the story in World’s Finest Comics #262, which has Captain Marvel team-up with the very first champion from 9,000 years ago, Vlarem, to fight Evil/the Three Faces of Evil, culminating in the creation of the Rock of Eternity, and then ending with Captain Marvel learning that Vlarem is the same man who would one day be the Wizard who gave him his powers. I thought that Captain Marvel and Vlarem’s interactions were charming and I enjoyed the cyclical nature of them creating the place that they first met back in Whiz Comics #2. I’m still enjoying Don Newton’s more realistic art for the Marvel Family, though I don’t like how he draws Tawky Tawny, his face is more proportionally realistic and so has a more pronounced snout which just doesn’t look good to me.

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #107-129 and Annual #1 and Captain Marvel (1968) #17 and #20-21 and Uncanny X-Men (1963) #66

In this batch of issues, I’ve gone from June 1968 to May 1970. Hooray for finally reaching the 70s. Gary Friedrich wrote issue #107 and the Annual (which was drawn by Marie Severin), Stan Lee wrote issues #108-119, and Roy Thomas wrote #120-130. Herb Trimpe was the artist for all of the main Hulk issues and I don’t have too much to say on his work other than that I preferred Marie Severin who he took over for but at the same time there are other artists who I have liked less for the Hulk. I like Roy Thomas’ writing more than I thought I would. I actually have been really loving it. I was attached to Stan Lee’s Hulk characterization and a little bit annoyed with Gary Friedrich’s so I expected to have a similar issue with him, but under Thomas there are more interesting stories that are less reliant on coincidences and have more good character moments. And Bruce has a much more active role! Honestly, like last week I was not really feeling it but this week it was soo good. I had stopped paying close attention to credits but had a ‘wait, what!’ moment in issue #120 when the Hulk said that his enemies would be “dead”. Similarly, in the Annual that Friedrich wrote the Hulk threatens to “kill” people. The Hulk doesn’t use those words when Stan Lee’s writing so it stands out to me. I took some random notes. I believe issue #118 is the first time the Hulk killed a person, albeit unknowingly. In an underwater fight he throw Namor towards two people and Namor hit a wall which toppled over them, killing one. Issue #126 is the first time Bruce and the Hulk meet Dr. Strange. In the Captain Marvel issues there is a very… Billy Batson-esque situation going on where teenager Rick Jones transforms into the adult superhero Captain Marvel by banging his wrists over his head. They maintain separate identities but share an existence 😑 In the X-Men issue it was established that Bruce and Charles Xavier had previously worked together which is neat. Also the villain the Leader, who had been killed off ages ago, has been brought back and revealed to have secretly been alive all this time.

The Curse of Shazam! (2012)

Gary Frank’s art worked well for this book, but that’s because it’s an edgy reboot, so I didn’t like it as I didn’t like the tone that it succeeded in conveying. I understand that some people like this reboot, I don’t really have an issue with that. I don’t think it’s worthwhile to put energy into being upset over someone liking something that I don’t like. But some of the discussion that I’ve seen around it that I feel is ahistorical has and still does bother me. Firstly, I think that it’s misleading to refer to this comic as just a modernization of the character. The Power of Shazam! (1994) is a modernization of the classic Billy Batson. The Curse of Shazam! (2012) is a modernization of Billy Batson based around rejecting the concept of classic character. I personally don’t like the approach of basing a reboot of a character around the idea that the premise of the original is naive or stupid to believe in, but even if you do then I think you at least have to acknowledge that that’s what it’s doing, and not that it’s a simple, smooth update. On that thread, I think that both Geoff Johns and some fans have acted like this book is the only modernization of the character, in the framing of it being a long-needed update treatment that the character had never gotten before, which is just absurdly disrespectful to the creators of previous modernizations like The Power of Shazam! (1994). The argument in support of this book is that the Billy characterization is just more realistic seems nonsensical to me, considering that the other foster children have gone through similarly traumatic upbringings and none of them are anything like him and that’s believable to that same audience. It’s also just not true that this character had a worse life than the Pre-Crisis version of the character, so I think that by arguing that this version of Billy has to be this way, it’s also being claimed that the classic character couldn’t possibly be that way. And the argument that the character goes through character development and then is more like the classic character by the end of the story is a flat-out lie, none of Billy’s subsequent appearances in the Trinity War event, the Infinite Evil event, or even his time on the Justice League (2011) run portray him as taking his job as a superhero seriously, or even just not as an asshole for the most part. Ultimately, this book exists within the same pop culture movement that has similarly produced an over-abundance of evil Superman and evil Superman expy content and the legion of fans who claim that the classic good Superman is unrealistic.

#comics read this past week #my posts

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 2 years

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Meet Cute Monday 37

I’m not at all, in any way counting down until 39 to have completed ¾ of a years' worth of MCM before it's the home stretch to say, “and done!”. I’m still surprised I’ve written this many tbh.

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Jason sighed tiredly as he waited for the next person to turn up for interview. The HR person next to him shifted filtering through the application and blathered on about the person limited suitability given that it was Gotham. Their resume was good and had decent recommendations, but the problem was more that individual themselves and well their physique in the Gotham landscape.

Jason regretted that he took Bruce’s offer up on being head of security at WE and fighting that he insisted that he got to choose new additions to his team. Honestly though, it sucked. Being a drug lord was much easier and less politically (despite the politics of crime alley) than dealing with W.E gossip mill and internal politics. The recruitment process was painful, especially with the way the current HR “expert” bleated on in a judgemental way. It was his choice who he hired; HR was just a formality after all, screw Bruce and his blathering, he was the head of the area right! (he might have to talk to Timmy about this)

He was about to give up on the next candidate due them being late when the phone in the room rang. Grumpily he got up to answer it.

“What!”

“Oh umm, Mr Todd, your next candidate is here, but there seems to be a bit of an issue...”

“Issue?”

“Yes sir. Security isn’t allowing them up.”

“What?!”

“Well, sir, um, it has something to do with how you phrased the advert.”

“The advert. ‘Ang on, I’m comin’ down.”

Jason quickly hung up on the receptionist and glared at the HR person, Ethan, who looked like they wanted to interrupt him.

“I’m gonna investigate. Ya can stay ‘ere or come wiv k!”

On exiting the lift Jason found raised voices echoing around the entrance hall with people skittering around trying to avoid garnering attention causing Jason to pause and slow down his approach. The receptionist was right when she said that security wasn’t letting someone in. He looked over to see a petite, dark haired woman arguing heatedly with the brutes he’d recently recruited. What intrigued him that was that she was holding her own in the argument and not put off by their hulking size which exaggerated her tiny frame. In fact, if he looked closer, he could see Araon, his newest recruit looking slightly terrified of this waif of a woman. This was a man who’d happy take on thugs and henchman, who was uncertain how to deal with the situation was a novel thought.

Running a hand through his hair stealing himself, Jason sauntered up to address the issue.

“Is there a problem ‘ere?”

“Yes!!!”

Jason was slightly surprised at the force and hostility the woman responded to him with. Glancing at Araon and Marshall bore no help as they seemed relieved that he’d turn up.

“Can I ‘elp ya?”

“Yes!! You can let me get past these, these, thugs and let me get to my interview!”

Eyes widening slightly that this was who he was meant to be interviewing he crossed his arms to reassess the woman.

“Guy’s, what's the deal?”

“She won’t hand over her gun.”

Whipping his head round Jason stared at the woman. Not that her gender made her any less of a threat, it was the pink and ‘cutesy’ look lulling him into a false sense of security.

“I TOLD you, I’m not handing it over. The advert said head shots. How am I meant to supply evidence of that without my gun? I’m not using one that I’m unfamiliar with, that’s dangerous like I keep telling you. Who knows what condition it is in? I know mine is clean and well maintained and again EVIDENCE that I know what I’m doing.”

Ok, Jason could see where his advert could be misinterpreted. He watched how she stood, how she had the weapon(s?) attached to her. The fire in her eyes danced around as she levelled her gaze at him. The pink and cut of her outfit hid the muscles she obviously held. The was a sharpness that was hidden at first glance, easy to overlook next to the giants next to her. She crafted her look and held herself in a way that mirrored Cass, that *she* was the weapon not that the audience around her seemed to be aware of that.

“Ya know what Sweetheart, ya hired!”

“What?!!! No, Mr Todd, you can’t do that! That’s not allowed. Ms Dupain-Cheng, I’m sorry but without an interview you can’t be offered a position here. To get an interview here you need to remove your weapons. The headshots were in reference to photos.”

“Isn’t Mr Todd head of security and the recruitment campaign? As well as Mr Waynes son?”

“effterrr, well yes, but we need to make it fair and open competition. We can’t just have Mr Todd make the decision on a whim.”

The air around them shifted to cooler than it had been moments before. Jason tried to suppress his smirk as he witnessed the power the woman held with just them. Her eyes narrowed at Ethan who gulped under Ms Dupain-Cheng's ice queen stare, before she turned to him and sent him a dazingly smile.

“Mr Todd, thank you for considering me for this role. I am reluctant to remove my weapons, as though W.E is known to have a good reputation for decent security, this Gotham and I so take mine and other’s security seriously. If it is photos, you were after,” she reached into her purse where she fumbled about, and Jason could see a collapsed Bo staff stored as well as a can of pepper spray, “I hope that you find that these are suitable. I wasn’t sure if I had interpreted the advert correctly so thought I would be prepared. As I said I take security seriously and I *know* W.E. is not a cover for some rogue henchman or hired goon. As you have already witnessed, I am often overlooked based on my looks. This is often to my advantage as people *do* underestimate me and I think would be a great assist in working at W.E.”

“Can ya use the staff?”

“Course, why would I carry a weapon I can’t use?”

“Just checkin’ Sweetheart. And the gun.”

“My Nonna taught me, thought it would be a good life skill.”

“Still hiring her Dipshit. She can speak professionally, she has the photos, can use weapons and answered my questions. And being underestimated will definitely be an advantage.”

Jason could hear Ethan splutter trying to get things on track, or at least how they wanted it to go. He really was reluctant to hire Ms Dupain-Cheng but that just made it more an incentive to hire her. He had hated all the one’s he liked based on their answers or their background. If he could undermine him, all the better.

Smirking at the determined woman he reached and took the photos off her and slipped them into his pocket.

“Do ya ‘ave a number we can reach you on?”

“It’s on my application form Mr Todd.”

“Jason, Sweetheart.”

She raised her eyebrow in a way that was reminiscent of Alfred causing Jason’s eyes to sparkle with mirth.

“How come we ain't allowed ta call ya that Boss?”

“As I’m ya Boss, Marshall.”

“I see that you don’t normally fraternise with your staff then Mr Todd.”

“I told ya Jason, Doll, and nah, ya special.”

She glanced around the men and suddenly seem to shrink slightly closing into herself, causing Jason to mentally kick himself. She was fascinating and he wanted an excuse to get to know her better, but maybe he should have not done it so publicly as well, it might make her life easier without the blatant favouritism. Though Araon and Marshall were unlikely to gossip given they’d already had to deal with her and giving him knowing looks. It was just HR that would have a stick up their arse.

“I’d rather not be Mr Todd, I’d rather just be employed for my merits and not because my potential boss considers me ‘special’. That’s a sure-fire way to get into trouble, especially when he’s associated with the owner of the company I’m applying for.”

“Sweetheart, with words like that, ya sure ya don’t want ta be applying for PR instead, not that I don’t want ya working with me. *I’m* still offering you the job and would rather the Dicks in PR didn’t get ya honestly.”

“PR is about weaving believable lies with honey cover words. I’d rather not deal with that fakeness if I can help it. Much too close to tainted experiences, security is much more interesting to me.”

Her eye’s dazzled Jason with her fire, passion and hidden layers he just couldn’t read... yet. With the way that Ethan was blustering about behind him Jason and likely to snottily tattle on him to Bruce... or Tim, Jason sighed.

“Tell you what, Doll, if ya leave your gun here with Marshall, I let you use mine for the head shots.” Jason slipped his hand into his holster to show her it and its condition, “I wanna see your aim. If ya can answer some of Dipshit's questions we can then agree ya start date.”

Her mouth twitch ever so slightly drawing his attention to the slight gloss of her soft looking lips, while her calculating eyes drifting over him and the other men gathered. Whatever intel she was searching for she seemed to find it.

“How about I hand you *my* gun and you look after it until I am required to use it. *If* I’m successful I will then review the guns W.E have and assess their condition as to which ones I want to use.”

“Sold!”

“Mr Todd...”

Ms Dupain-Cheng and Jason whipped round to see Ethan fidgeting.

“What?!”

Jason snarled at the man. The man open and closed his mouth a few times before sighing in resignation.

“Shall we get back to the interview room. We’re already behind schedule now.”

Grinning dangerously, Jason took the pro-offered gun out of Ms Dupain-Cheng's hand before sweeping his arm in a flourish to indicate she should follow Ethan. Her tight-lipped smile and raised eyebrow broadened his grin as she marched after the man in question.

Jason had won. Ethan had given up protesting and his will drained from him. She was going to get the job; this was all a formality really. She held her own against seasons (reformed) goons, terrifying them in the process. She’d fit in perfectly in with W.E security.

His next mission; to get her to call him Jason. Even if it means using squirty cream on the W.E. main doors stating he quits. He was going to get to know Ms Dupain-Cheng.

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #jason x marinette #jasonette

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But With Fewer Minotaurs

WinterIron, T, 1k - Avengers Academy ‘verse, Fluff, pillow forts, pre-relationship

Spite drabble request number 3! Another one for @saganarojanaolt, who requested pillow forts. And since we couldn’t decide between MCU and AvAc, I will be doing both haha. But first! This double ficlet! It got longer than intended and may or may not be set in a longer fic I’m planning, but that’s not at all important for this one!

Plz enjoy! And if you're curious to know why I'm doing this or how to get a drabble of your own, come on over to my tumblr or hit me up on discord (riotsongs#3153)!

"Uh, am I interrupting something?" Bucky asks, freezing just outside the elevator on the top floor of Stark Tower. The entire large, open floor penthouse has been completely taken up by walls upon walls of blankets, draped over furniture and hanging from the ceiling.

Tony's head pops out between a fluffy purple blanket and a blanket with what looks like 'HULK SMASH' written huge across it, a wide smile on his face. "Hey," he says in greeting, eyes practically shining with happiness, "perfect timing, the fort just passed inspection and is officially open to guests!"

Bucky can only blink at him, and then around at the mess of blankets that have overtaken the penthouse. "The fort,” he repeats slowly, raising an eyebrow as his gaze returns to Tony.

"What, you've never seen a blanket fort?"

"This is more like a blanket castle."

"Do you want to enter the blanket structure or not?" Tony demands, and Bucky refuses to let himself think of the pout on Tony's face as adorable.

Bucky nods, because like hell is he going to say no, and a bright smile overtakes Tony's face before it vanishes down into the depths of the blankets again. Still, even as a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips, Bucky can't help pointing out "I'm just saying, this is weirder than that time I came over to you and Parker taking photos of DUM-E with a bikini draped over him."

Tony's head pops out of a different break between blankets to give Bucky a disgruntled look. "Again, that was for the good of the robotics club. Now quit judging me and get in here already."

Bucky is about to ask how he's even supposed to do that when he spots what's clearly meant to be a doorway, two thick blankets hanging beneath an arch constructed of cushions from the arms of the couch. He hesitates for a second, because this is probably not going to lead to working on the Robo Dojo, which is the reason he's here, and Bucky just gave himself a stern talking to about not getting attached.

And hanging out with the person he may be trying not to get attached to in particular, in a blanket castle, seems counterproductive to that goal.

But Tony is still smiling hopefully at him, and dammit Bucky does want to see the inside of the fort, so with a final sigh he steps forward to push his way through the blanket doorway.

(And maybe he does want to get attached, but he can't, so he's not thinking about that.)

"Are there hallways in here?!" Bucky demands as he looks around at the walls of blankets that now surround him. He only has to stoop a little, and this definitely doesn't count as a fort.

"Just follow the sound of my voice!" Tony calls around more laughter, so Bucky blindly sets off down the hallway he thinks will take him towards the living room.

"Oh wow," Bucky says when he finally locates Tony in what he's now going to be thinking of as a blanket labyrinth, "this is... impressive."

While the actual ‘hallways’ of the fort were a little suffocating, now that he’s reached the living room the narrow passages have given way to a large open area that takes up most of the space. The blankets that make up the ‘ceiling’ appear to be pinned to the actual ceiling, and there’s enough room for a pile of pillows and blankets, and of course Tony’s massive TV. And Tony himself, sprawled out in the pile of blankets with a wide grin.

“You made it!”

“Barely,” Bucky says with a snort, “I’m surprised I didn’t have to fight a minotaur on my way here.”

“Mythology joke,” Tony says with a delighted laugh, “you absolute nerd.”

“Where is your couch in all of this?” Bucky has to ask as he looks around again, because he sees the couch cushions mixed into the pile on the floor, but not any of the furniture.

“It’s currently holding up that wall,” Tony says happily, pointing at one of the many blankets surrounding them, “pretty great, right? DUM-E and I did it all ourselves, and did it take all night? … Maybe. But totally worth it!”

Yeah, now that Bucky is looking for it he can see the dark circles beneath Tony’s eyes, the slightly manic edge to his smile. “So I’m guessing we’re not working on the Robo Dojo today,” Bucky says and he can’t even bring himself to pretend to sound annoyed about it. It’s not like he was actually going to be all that helpful, it was always just an excuse to spend more time with Tony anyways, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

But Tony perks up, flailing his way a little more upright in the pile of pillows. “We totally can!” He says excitedly, “this is a multi-purpose pillow fort. Hey J, can you pull up the Robo Dojo schematics for us?”

Instantly the familiar designs of the Robo Dojo fill the TV screen, and Tony grins up at him before patting a lump of blankets beside him in clear invitation, and Bucky only hesitates for a second.

He quickly realizes there’s no way to gracefully sit down into a pile of bedding and stuffing, though, and has to just flop down and try to remain slightly upright, much to Tony’s amusement.

It takes some rearranging of the pillows around him, but Bucky manages to get himself steady and surprisingly comfortable, and Tony dives into explaining all the finer mechanics of the Dojo, what exactly went wrong with the last upgrades and the new improvements he’s planning. Bucky isn’t exactly sure when playing sounding board to Tony’s ideas turns into them watching some sitcom Tony insists he needs to see, but it was probably sometime around ordering pizza.

Or maybe when Bucky rearranged his pile of pillows again to make a nice little throne for himself, but either way Bucky has eaten most of a pizza and he can’t remember the last time he was this comfortable, this relaxed. He also can’t remember the last time he saw Tony this relaxed, half asleep and still shouting at the TV, sprawled out close enough that their legs bump together every time he laughs.

Bucky has no plan to admit it out loud, but he might be starting to see the appeal of the blanket fort.

#my fic #winteriron #bucky/tony #starkbucks #avac fic

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phantasmiafxndom · 3 years

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Do you think you can do a obey me pet au where the boys protect there owner?

Yeee~ :3 And what I’m doing here is like... how they’d be protective, since a full scenario would be a bit complex for a headcanon request.

. . .

Lucifer

Lucifer is one who’s very concerned about the consequences of lashing out at anyone... but when it comes to a situation where you’ll get hurt, all of that changes on impulse. He’s truly terrifying when he wants to be, so whether the threat is a human or another demon, he’ll likely be more than enough to take care of it. He does hate “acting out”, but if it’s between risking your life and punishment, he’ll choose your safety every time.

Mammon

Mammon tends to be more bluff than action, but if his owner is in legitimate danger, he can show a much more capable side than you’re used to. He’s surprisingly strong for his usual goofy persona, and that means that a threat is going to have a lot more of a problem than they expect. When it comes to you, the person that he’s come to adore more than anyone in the world, he’s desperate to do what he needs to to keep you safe.

Leviathan

Normally, Leviathan is too nervous to get protective. He’s afraid of the consequences for acting out and hurting anyone, and he sees himself as weak anyway. There’s nothing someone like him could do to keep you safe! But should a bad situation happen, that can very abruptly change. Leviathan does want to protect you, and in a moment of crisis, the fact that demons are stronger than humans can become very apparent.

Satan

When it comes to protectiveness, Satan can be vicious. It doesn’t show up often, but if someone legitimately threatens you, he won’t hesitate to deal with the problem swiftly and directly. As in, the threat is getting the full fury of a demon with a lot of built-up anger issues. Whether it’s a human or another demon who’s threatening you, Satan tends not to think when he’s seeing red... so there may be unfortunate consequences.

Asmodeus

Unfortunately, Asmodeus isn’t the most intimidating demon. He does have a protective streak, but he’s also pretty convinced that there’s no much he could do even if he tried. When he’s attached to you, he’ll try to stand up for you no matter what, and that’s even when he feels like he doesn’t stand a chance. However, if it’s against a human threat, a demon who’s ready to do physical harm if needed is still quite intimidating.

Beelzebub

Despite the fact that Beelzebub is the definition of a gentle giant, a situation where his owner is in danger can change that very quickly. Anyone who tries to harm you, especially another demon, will soon realize that the hulking labor-type you own is more than strong enough to make them regret their choices. Beelzebub won’t actually get physical unless he has to, but his sheer presence is usually enough to deter threats.

Belphegor

Again, he’s one with some repressed anger issues... and a somewhat-healed hatred of humans. If he has a chance to get a little vicious while in the name of protecting you (so he doesn’t have to worry about consequences), Belphegor does have some frustrations to take out. He’s not exactly the strongest demon, but the sheer amount of violent resentment that’s ready to be let loose is enough to scare most threats away.

#Obey Me #Lucifer #Obey Me Lucifer #Mammon #Obey Me Mammon #Leviathan #Obey Me Leviathan #Satan #Obey Me Satan #Asmodeus #Obey Me Asmodeus #Beelzebub #Obey Me Beelzebub #Belphegor #Obey Me Belphegor #Headcanon #Reader #Obey Me Pet Au

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avengerscompound · 3 years

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The Pain in Serendipity - 8

The Pain in Serendipity - A Captain America Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (possible polyamory in future).

Rating: E

Word Count: 1751

Warnings: aftermath of the snap, grief

Synopsis: When Thanos snaps his fingers it takes your daughter and Steve Rogers’ first love with it. Together you pick up the pieces, falling in love and building a family together. Finding serendipity in your shared trauma.When opportunity comes to bring back those who are lost comes with the risk of more loss for you both. Is it worth taking the risk?

Chapter 8

The news of your engagement to Steve was met with a lot of excitement from the kids and quite a bit from Natasha Romanoff too. While Steve still had friends around after the half of life turned to dust, most of his close friends had been taken out and the ones that remained he was mostly estranged with. You didn’t know all the details and you knew he still occasionally saw Rhodey and Bruce, but besides them, it was Natasha that Steve was closest to. She’d been trying to hold the team together but generally speaking she was alone out at the old Avengers Facility that had been sitting all but vacant since everything had gone down. The news that Steve was engaged made Natasha light up for the first time in the last two and a half years.

For a few months, you rode that wave of excitement. You made no firm plans for the wedding, but the initial conversations about it were all full of joy. You spoke about potential venues and themes - how big it should be - what time of year. You would talk to the kids about how they might be involved in the wedding, and you talked about how you’d handle the honeymoon given you had children with attachment disorders.

It wasn’t until the third anniversary of the incident that took so many people from you and your newly found family that you crashed from that high.

You sat at the front of the crowd with Ryan, Isabella, and Jacob. Natasha sat next to Isabella, and beside her Bruce Banner in his new Hulk form. Steve was on stage with the mayor and James Rhodes, as well as a few other government officials. Other than that no other Avengers had shown for the unveiling of the monument to lost New Yorkers. Thor hadn’t been heard from since he returned to new Asgard and no one even knew where Clint Barton was. Steve had said Tony Stark had been invited, but if that was true, he was a no-show.

Similar monuments were going up in major cities around the country and the world, though the timing of them often depended on how hard it had been to sort through the names to find the official count.

Steve stepped up to the microphone. “Three years ago our world and many others were changed forever. A madman with the power to change the makeup of life itself decided that rather than create peace or unlimited resources that would be handed out equally to everyone, rather than eradicating disease and suffering, or to solve the problems words have with pollution, he’d eliminate half the life that existed. Not just here. Everywhere. It was a choice that not only made no difference to any of these issues but created a collective shared trauma in all that was left behind.

“I tried to stop him. My friends tried to stop him. Trying to find it in my heart to forgive myself for failing you all has been something I’ve been struggling to do…”

Steve paused and took a deep breath as he looked down at the podium. “We have all lost people. Not just one or two people, but hundreds. Or friends. Our family. Mothers. Fathers. Children. Husbands. Wives. Close friends. It was indiscriminate and the fallout has scarred us. We all share in this trauma and I’m not sure any of us know what to do now. Expect to try and be kind and share the burden of this tragedy.

“Today we come together to remember those people we loved and lost and grieve for them together. Each person’s name is etched on the stones that stand behind me. A monument to those that we loved that were taken from us for no reason other than a madman clicked his fingers. I ask us all to take a minute of silence in remembering them all now.”

You lowered your head and thought about Alice. Tears welled in your eyes as you remembered your little girl and thought about how you would never see her grow up and how much you missed her.

When the minute was up Steve thanked everyone and left the stage. The mayor talked for a while and when he finished, you took the kids to find the names of their parents. You had just tracked down Ryan’s parents when Steve found you.

“They’d be proud of you, Ry,” Steve said, putting his hand on the boy's shoulders. “I know I am.”

“I still miss them,” Ryan said, as he stuck a small flower beside their names with a piece of double-sided tape.

“Of course you do,” you said. “That’s normal, sweetheart. Look at all these people here, looking for the names of the people they miss.”

Ryan broke down into tears and turned around and hugged you, burying his face in your neck. For the entire three years you’d known him he’d never broken like this in front of you. It shocked you, but even as you held him and rubbed his back and cried your own tears of grief, you felt like this was a good thing. Another step forward in your son’s healing.

When he pulled apart and wiped his eyes, Steve rubbed your back. “Have you found Alice yet?” he asked.

“No, we did Callie for Jacob and then Isabella’s parents, and then we came here,” you said.

“Let’s try and find her,” Steve said.

You made your way down the aisles keeping your eye on the last names. Alice’s name was close to the ground on the side of one of the big stone pillars facing the bay. You crouched down and traced the A with your index finger. Jacob came over and wrapped his arms around your neck. “You and Alice would have been good friends, J.J.,” you said. “I used to take care of you when your mommy was at work and Alice would play games with you. She used to make you laugh. You thought she was amazing.”

“She be with mommy,” Jacob said, patting your shoulder.

“Yeah, I bet they’re looking after each other,” you said.

“Yeah. Wike you wook after me,” Jacob agreed and kissed your cheek. “Wove you, mommy.”

“I love you too,” you said and cuddled him.

Isabella wrapped her arms around you too and snuggled into you. “I love you too, mommy,” she whispered.

Tears pricked your eyes. “I love you, Bella.”

Steve put his hand on your shoulder and Ryan kneeled and stuck an orchid to the stone next to Alice’s name.

When you were ready to move on, you got up and wordlessly your group moved on, following Steve as he went searching for the names he wanted to find. As you walked through the pillars, you found Natasha with her hand pressed to one of them. Steve approached her and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Why won’t he come home?” she said.

Steve shook his head. “I wish I knew.”

Natasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again it was like nothing was wrong. “Hey kids, do you want to go with me to get some ice cream?”

“Ice cream!” Jacob shouted as Ryan looked back at you with his brow furrowed.

“Nat,” Steve said gently. “It’s okay to be…”

“I can’t…” she said, shaking her head. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll just take them over there and you can - well you know…”

“Natasha…”

“I’m okay, Steve,” she said. “I’m always okay. Come on, guys.”

Jacob and Isabella ran over to her and took Natasha’s hands while Ryan looked back at you. “Uh..?” he said.

“It’s okay. Go with Nat. We’ll meet you over there,” you said.

He nodded and followed Natasha out of the memorial where some food carts were set up. “What was that about?” you asked.

Steve tapped a series of names. “That’s Clint’s family,” he said. “I think the fact she not only lost them, but he just went rogue -” he shook his head. “It’s messy. They were her family too. You know? And she wants to be there for Clint but he’s just pushed everyone away.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him. “It’s a rough day, huh?”

“At least we aren’t all alone for it,” he said and pressed his lips to your temple.

The two of you moved down a little and Steve began scanning the wall. When he found the name he was looking for he ran his thumb over it and taped an orchid beside it. “I never thought I’d get married without Bucky there. Even when I imagined myself marrying someone else, he was always standing beside me.”

You frowned and leaned into his side. “We don’t have to get married if you don’t want to,” you said. “You know I was okay with just how we are. I don’t need the paper to know you’re committed to me.”

“No,” he said. “Sweetheart, I want this. I can’t keep delaying my own life. I used to do it because I thought I had this gift and if I didn’t use it I was as bad as the bad guys. I can’t just replace that by putting things off because they aren’t how I imagined them. I love you and I love what we have. I want to make it official.”

You leaned up and kissed him tenderly. He hummed softly into your lips and caressed his thumb along your jaw. “I love you so much, you know?” you said as you pulled back.

“I love you too,” he said. “I want to say Bucky would love you as well, but most likely he’d have been a little jealous if he knew I was seeing you.”

You laughed and snuggled into him. “Well, I wouldn’t have been trying to turn your head if he was around,” you teased.

“Is that what you did?” he chuckled. “Did you use your feminine wiles on me?”

You broke down into giggles. “Something like that.”

He kissed you again, pulling you up against him. “I can’t wait to marry you, my love,” he said. “And I’ll have Ryan as my best man, and I’m so happy about that too. This is what I want.”

“Good,” you said. “Shall we go find the kids then? Maybe we can take Nat out for lunch.”

“That’s a really good idea,” he agreed. “No one should be alone today.”

// NEXT

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #the pain in serendipity

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years

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I hope you are having a great day.

I wanted to tell you that I love the way you write and how you show the personality of your characters in so few words.

Also if you have time, for the Bad Things Happend Bingo, could I ask for a Soup for the Sick? (Maybe a villain whumpee)

Thank you for the ask! And especially thank you for that lovely message attached to it, it means a lot!

Soup for the sick... here you go, I hope you enjoy! I did, I had lots of fun writing this one.

Personalized Caretaker

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: drug abuse mention, feverish whumpee, talk of medications, mean caretaker, delirium, fever, pills (tylenol)

... there may be more so tell me if there is so I can list them.

Civilian wished that she didn't live in the most heavily super-powered city in the world.

Yes world.

Villains and heroes all running around like teenagers, not caring for the lives of innocent civilians... or the heroes were meant to, Civilian started to think that the whole "we will protect you" was all phony propaganda aimed to get the city to fund their organization.

But the daily bombings and increasing death toll was not the issue with the city. It wasn't even the large mass of heroes and villains. It was only one.

One.

Of all the heroic figures and devilish snakes, there was only one that ticked Civilian off.

Villain.

And not because he was the King of Monologues. No, it was because the bastard made Civilian his own personal caretaker.

Was she asked to tend to his very needs? No.

Was she hired? Paid? No, but she should be getting a salary for the tedious work of stitching wounds and feeding his greedy stomach. The bandage bills were adding up and Civilian's meager wage was completely wiped out from having to buy a pack every day.

She was an inch away from going on a rage and robbing every bank in the city.

No, she wasn't. She just happened to live on 489 Deertree Avenue, where six months ago the murderous villain decided to collapse unconscious on her doorstep to bleed out like it was no problem.

Like it was a leisure, a recreational activity. Probably to him, waking up in a warm bed, doped up on painkillers with the sickening sweet smell of caramel candles burning around him, it was.

But not to Civilian. She had to manually help the injured individual drink water, get dressed, and even use the bathroom.

UGGGHHHH!

The man had millions of henchmen, billions of wannabe minions at his beck and call.

But he just so happened to have a crush on the red door of 489 Deertree Avenue.

But it was a bad case of unrequited love of the highest order, so no hope of a romantic candlelit date at the most expensive restaurant in the most famous city in the world.

Dairy Queen.

The pure hilarity of that fact. Even the Avenger Tower did not hold nearly as many powered or high-tech individuals as the city and the most fanciest restaurant was a chain fastfood restaurant at the corner of main street.

Civilian clenched the towel she was holding. As much as the stupidity of the city got on her nerves, it was very unpatriotic of her to go on and embarrass the area even more.

Civilian was scrubbing the mirror in the bathroom. The walls of the whole room were stained in the most disgusting brown and red from all the grime and blood radiating off a singular person's- not even the owner of the house- body.

Those would never go away unless Civilian paid for someone to come and mega-wash the bathroom. Not that she had any money to invest in such a delightful gift, her bank account was too busy supporting the prescribed pain medications. Like, Civilian was probably on the watchlist for utter bankruptcy and for being a possible candidate for drug addiction.

Who needs two whole containers of opioids and a canteen of valium every three months?

Not a normal civilian washing floors at Walmart, that's for sure.

But then again, Civilian was far from normal. She worked as a personalized savior during her freetime.

Civilian clenched her teeth and took a deep breath in. Her ward hasn't made his grand appearance in over a week. She actually had time to relax, make some popcorn and actually decompress. It was like vacation, peaceful, tranquil and full of serenity, free of any-

Knock, knock, knock.

Civilian's moment of bliss was unceremoniously ended by the all too familiar beat of a fist on wood.

"You have my permission to make out with the door Villain! You don't need to ask anymore!"

Civilian hoped Villain was coherent enough to internalize that as an invitation to bleed on her couch.

Just so she could have one more moment. One more moment of her coveted break.

Cough.

Civilian's head perked up. That was new. She never, ever heard Villain cough in a sickly manner- she never let him get bad enough to get sick, or he didn't permit himself to wait around until infection and fever set in.

She set down the towel, worry settling into her bones like it always did- not that she liked the heart dropping feelings and nauseating pit in her stomach each and everytime Mr. Needy had blood on him. Or everyday that he didn't show up for a bandaid, or a "kiss-it-better".

Yes, the pure humiliation when her delirious patient painfully begged her to kiss his knee better. Like, the puny scrape on his leg was by far the least severe wound on his bloodstained body, but of course, Civilian complied and gave him a little peck on his Olaf bandaid.

Civilian ripped open the door and the scene in front of her chased away those obnoxious memories.

Villain collapsed into her arms, head lolling pathetically against her shoulder. His forehead felt like it was doused with gasoline and then lit by a torch five times over. Civilian's shocked arms involuntarily wrapped around his equally scorching body. Yes, it was not a conscious act. Not in a million years would Civilian muster up the compassion to actually comfort the villain more than the deed of "saving his life" called for.

No, no Civilian hated Villain. Completely and totally loathed each and every cell on his body.

But she dragged him into the house and shut- more like slammed- the door anyways because she couldn't let him die, it would be like murder's sidekick.

Especially since Villain trusted her. Oh how he trusted her. Trusted her to bathe him, to feed him, to give him medicine, but most importantly not to kill him. With all the horrors he committed, a swift knife to the throat would be more than justified. In fact, Civilian would likely be commemorated for such bravery.

Public approval, fame... all a deliciously yummy cake.

Not worth it. Too many calories.

Civilian sunk to the ground and put Villain's upper body in her lap. He nestled into her, pressing his cheek deep into her side with a small, contented smile on his pale face.

"Don't drool on me," Civilian snapped, jostling Villain who woke up. Before he had the chance to get his bearings, Civilian spoke up again, "Are you hurt?"

The villain stared at her for a while before breaking into desperate tears, shaking his head.

What the heck?

"Stop crying or I will punch you," Civilian threatened, but she rubbed Villain's back soothingly.

"Dying," Villain sobbed.

"You are not dying, buddy, you have a cold."

"No, I'm dying," Villain asserted. Civilian rolled her eyes. Did he have to be so dramatic?

"I don't think a cold will kill you. Stop acting like the world is ending now, or I will throw you in the trash."

Villain whimpered and pulled himself closer, still crying.

He really was sick. So sick to the point of being delirously delusional.

"You don't need to be a Disney princess," Civilian said, still rubbing the villain's back. Villain's cries turned into sobs and then into wails.

Okay this was getting out of hand. Civilian stood up and dragged Villain's body over to the couch. She marveled in her strength for a while. When Villain first made his appearance in her otherwise boring life, she was as skinny as a twig. Now? This girl was a freaking hulk, baby.

Okay stop that, Civilian chastised herself, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She laid Villain on the beige colored couch and rested his wet head against a pillow that was metaphorically marked with his name.

Now that the villain was completely stretched out, Civilian- to her relief- found that he was not bleeding, therefore, she didn't have to waste her precious supply of gauze and bandages tonight.

But he still was very, very sick. His face was a gray mask of pale complexion, his hair snarled and matted in sweat. His lips were tinged blue as unfocused eyes gazed around the room, landing on the TV.

"You want to watch something?" Civilian asked, though the question was more than unnecessary. Villain always watched a movie as he dozed off, warm and comforted by the mound of blankets strewn over him.

But still, like a habit, he nodded weakly each and every time. Civilian smiled, the tiniest of grins, and connected the tablet to the television. When the screen popped up with the classic Amazon Prime Video layout, Civilian asked what movie.

"Boss Baby," Villain mumbled, lips hardly moving.

"You want to watch a movie with baby superheroes? Why don't we watch Toy Story or something?"

Or something a bit more adult-ish.

"Mhm," Villain groaned, eyes slipping shut. "Baby superheroes."

Now it was Civilian's turn to groan, loud and exaggerated. But, still he was her unwelcome guest so she had to please his obnoxiously childish wants.

Like how old was he? Five?

Civilian put in the movie and sat down next to Villain, putting his legs on her lap. She tapped lazily at his jeans as the opening credits showed. Leaning her head back, Civilian allowed her gaze to drift away from the stupid fat-faced animated figures and to Villain.

He was nearly asleep.

Civilian shifted her weight and rested against her arm to watch him. Even sick, she had to admit, the evil and annoying villain was shockingly handsome.

What was she thinking?!

Pushing Villain's feet away, Civilian stood up and aggressively shoved her palm to his forehead. It was buzzing with heat.

"You are paying for the bill," Civilian growled and went to go get some tylenol.

Upon returning to the sickly man's sweaty side, Civilian thrusted the pills into his mouth and washed them down with water. She didn't even give him a chance to wake up fully, the motion was instinctual. He swallowed on reflex.

Next, Civilian cussed herself for this, she cupped his cheek. Villain sunk into her palm, chewing silently, and continued to sleep.

When Villain first visited, Civilian couldn't get over how touch starved the poor guy was. It was to the point of absolute fear of touch. He would shiver before violently flinching away, glaring daggers.

He still didn't allow hugs or a highfive when he was in his right mind- not that Civilian saw him fully conscious ever apart from a couple times.

"Hungry?" Civilian mumbled, more to herself than anyone.

Still, Civilian placed Villain's head back onto the pillow and went into the kitchen to make some soup.

Chicken noodle soup with rice... her specialty. Chicken breast and rich seasoning, even one's dampened taste buds could taste the utter deliciousness of the watery broth.

Then the rice. Sometimes when Villain was on the mend, she would add some wild rice or lentils to the dish. Spooning some basic white rice into the bottom of the bowl, Civilian tapped her foot aimlessly.

The kettle on the stove whistled, Civilian pushed it off the heat and added the seasoning and celery. The savory scent wafted into her nose earning itself a tiny smile from Civilian.

Once the soup was done, she presented it to the still sleeping villain. His mouth hung open, desperate for air that his clogged nostrils couldn't deliver.

Dang. Poor guy was really ill.

Civilian sat next to Villain, so close that she could feel the rise of his chest. She shoved his face upwards. Villain blinked his eyes open and settled his gaze on Civilian's annoyed, but worried, face.

"Ghm," he moaned, rumbled in the back of his throat in a fatigued manner. "Cow hopping."

"Shut up," Civilian scolded and helped Villain to a seating position. He complied, but had no strength left to actually hold the stance.

So Civilian was forced to lay him against her chest and feed him by giving him a big old bear hug. Spoon after spoon went to his mouth until Civilian was just dumping it into his mouth without any natural swallowing reflex.

She took a wet rag and cleaned his face before laying him back onto the couch. Civilian smiled and tenderly touched his eyebrow.

Why did she have to care about him so much?

#bad things happen bingo #villain whumpee #civilian caretaker #villain x civilian #civilian #writing #sick villain #sick whumpee #delirious whumpee

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