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l0sercat · 3 months

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Omg I am I'm love with this gif 😍 As much as the movies are hated on I thought they were good and I fell in love with him the moment I saw him 💕 Am I back on my Wesker bullshit, lol?

MDNI with this for your safety and mine 🫶🏻

CW: NSFW, blow jobs, some praise and some degradation;)

Wesker x reader

You were on your knees before your boss, Albert Wesker. He called you into his office 10 minutes ago you thought he would reprimand you for heaven knows what. But instead he admitted that you had caught his attention. He proposed you a deal that you couldn't refuse. So here you were before him about to take his aching cock in your mouth.

How it twitched and ached to be touched. The angry red tip practically begging for you to put your mouth around it. You licked your lips and then slowly dragged your tongue up the base and to the tip. You gave it a light kiss and the another before fully taking it in. Wesker groaned and let out a shakey sigh, his right arm was propped up and his fist clenched while his head rested on it. With other arm was laying on the arm rest and his fist gripped the chair.

You looked up at him and blushed at the scene before you. He still had those glasses on but you could see something glowing red behind them. You wondered what it was but focused on how he was breathing slowly through his mouth. You suckled on the tip a bit more before going down to take more of him.

He was bigger than at you had so taking him proved to be difficult. You were only half way down and your eyes started to water. Wesker reveled in this and a sadistic grin formed on his face. Your pace was slow as you slowly took him but as you got farther and his cock hit deeper in your mouth you gagged. It hit the back of your throat and you had to relax your mouth before finally setting a pace.

You bobbed your head up and down his length and your tongue traced his veins. He groaned out your name "That's a good girl, your doing so well taking my cock like that. Almost seems like you've done this before hm? Heh-" he sucked in a breathe when you released him from your mouth and the cool air hit him.

You smirked up at him and your hand pumped him cock at a fast pace. He moaned and his face flushed at the sound he made. "You such a filthy slut, hah~" he grinned "Do you enjoy taking your bosses cock?" His free hand landed on the back your head and forced you back down on him. Your eyes widened and you gagged hard. Salvia dribbled around your mouth. You moaned at the sudden intrusion and your hand fell to your side into your lap. You glared up and him and his chest puffed up in amusement.

You let him fuck your face even though you had a hard time breathing. His pace was fast but never sloppy. His trusts were timed and always hit that certain spot in your throat to have you gagging. Your saliva coated him and soon he was a groaning mess. He slipped up and moaned you name. His cheeks flushed and he adjusted himself.

He gripped your head tighter and his pace got faster. Your eyes widened and he shut his eyes "Just like that slut mm taking me so well!-" he clenched his teeth before letting out a inhumane groan and shooting his load right into your mouth. His cum spilled down your throat and he didn't release his grip until your swallowed ever drop.

He removed his hand from your head and placed on his thigh. He smiled and looked at you "tsk tsk such a mess you made why don't you clean it up" you blinked up at him and smiled "Of course sir~" you practically purred. You licked up his length and around making sure cum or salvia was left. You gave it a little kiss before tucking him back into his pants. "Good girl~" He laughed "You may return back to whatever you were doing" you stood up and bowed "Yes sir" you walked out of his office flushed and a mysterious stain on your cost.

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goosewriting · 1 year

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Hi! I just came across your blog and I am love with how you write. Especially with your most recent writing about the Rise Brothers!

I've came to request ( and I'm sorry if your requests are closed omg 😭 ), if the Rise Brothers gave the reader (GENDER NEUTRAL) a gift. But like the reader hasn't received a gift in such a long time that they almost (or do) start crying?

And this is just a stretch, you don't have rot so this: but could you add this maybe a week later after the First Kiss with Donnie? I could tell why you were proud of his part in your little A/N !

(again, it's just an extra extra thing! No need to do it)

Thank you again!! Have a good day 💐

Unexpected Presents (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader can't help but tear up/cry after receiving a gift from their turtle boyfriend.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (established)

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

A/N: the hardest part of these imo is coming up with different prompts for each brother lol I don't like it being repetitive. so I really hope I made your request justice and this is along the lines of what you imagined :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

🔵 Leo

Ever since discovering an arcade in the Hidden City, Leo and you went there as often as possible.

Señor Hueso’s restaurant was also nearby, which was a plus.

So you had a fair amount of dates with games and pizza/ominous food.

Both of you got pretty competitive and would try to win against each other at all costs.

Tickles, sabotage, flirty remarks to catch the other off-guard; all was fair in love and war.

You were both ecstatic when a new booth opened: a Sonic racing game.

After eating a pizza with some… questionable toppings, Leo and you made your way straight back to the arcade. There was one booth that had been closed off the last couple of times you were here, and supposedly today they were introducing a new game.

When you arrived, you were met with a big cut-out of Sonic and Shadow, and behind it were two big screens with racer seats, steering wheels, pedals, the whole pizzazz.

You both wasted no time in sitting down and starting the game. You weren’t entirely sure if the Hidden City had “legally” acquired this game in collaboration with SEGA but you didn’t care either way. All you could think of was beating Leo for a) bragging rights, and b) that giant stuffed turtle that hung from the ceiling, marked as the grand prize for setting today’s inauguration high score. Your eyes sparkled with determination; that plushie would be yours.

— — —

Your shoulders slouched in defeat as you left your seat, pouting. Leo had beaten you by a fraction of a second, and only because just before the finish line he had reached over and squeezed your thigh, which made you squeak in surprise and lift your foot from the gas pedal.

Thus he had set the high score of the day, saving it under the name “NEONLEON”, because what else was new with him.

As you were looking at the scores table, your name just under his, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you were met with a turtle, but not the one you expected. Leo was holding the giant plushie to your face.

“Yes, yes, you won” you laughed, gently pushing it to the side to be able to look at Leo. “No need to literally rub it in.”

“What? No, this is for you!” he replied, once again holding out the toy. You just looked at him confused.

“But… it was you who won?”

“Well, yeah” Leo looked away as a slight blush spread on his cheeks. “But I wanted to win it for you, because you looked at it like you really wanted it. Not that you couldn't win it on your own, but you know. And it's not like you don’t already have a turtle to cuddle with, anyways…” he added that last part under his breath.

You hesitated for a second, then grabbed the stuffed turtle. It was so soft and fluffy! Giving it a bit of a squeeze, you asked Leo again if he was sure about it, to which he basically shoved it into your arms; he wouldn't take ‘no’ for an answer.

Your eyes wandered up and down between your boyfriend and the grand prize, now hugging it tightly, and you felt the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. You blinked rapidly to get rid of them, but Leo noticed your eyes glossing over.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. “Did you want something else?”

“No, it’s- this is perfect, thank you Leo” you replied sheepishly and pecked his cheek. “I feel so silly for crying over this… It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this.” Sure you had received little trinkets and presents here and there from Leo before, but hearing him say that he won it for you, it felt different somehow. Even if he technically stole your win.

Leo hugged you tightly, the plushie pressed between the two of you, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’ll win all the games if it means I can get you more prizes. You deserve them!” he announced and sported his signature grin. You playfully slapped his arm, reminding him that he only won this time because he cheated, but inside you felt warm and fuzzy and loved.

🔴 Raph

Whenever Raph sees something that reminds him of you, chances are he’ll take them back with him to give them to you.

Like keychains or cute stationery if you’re into that.

But he also thinks gifts should be practical, he doesn’t want you to hoard stuff without reason.

So he tries to get you things that are relevant to your hobby, class, job, whatever you’re into at the moment.

Last time he was at your place, he noticed you had a couple more houseplants than last time.

So he thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to give you a ceramic pot he saw some time ago, which had immediately made him think of you.

It was a turtle (of course), but with the shell hollowed out to put the plant in.

It was a peaceful evening when you happily skipped to your balcony after hearing a soft knock. You knew it was Raph; you were eager to finally have some alone time with him.

You opened the glass door and stepped aside to let him in. Standing on your tippy-toes, you greeted him with a kiss to the cheek. The package he carried under his arm didn’t escape you, and for a second you panicked as you thought about how you didn’t have anything for him. Then again, there was no reason or occasion for him to give you anything, so it was probably just a new game.

“Whatchu got there?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you now that you had calmed yourself. You both sat down on the cushions on the floor you had prepared in front of the couch. Raph gave you a cute and proud grin, and your heart skipped a beat.

“This is for you, so here you go!” he said and held out the package towards you. You noticed how it was neatly wrapped, your name carefully written in several colours on the front.

“Huh?” Panic was starting to rise again within you. “I don’t have anything for you though… W-What’s the occasion?”

“No need to give me anything, and it’s no occasion” he explained, giving you a slight shrug. “I saw it and thought you’d like it, that’s all.”

You looked at him for a moment, incredulous. This is a prank, right?, you thought. The moment I open the package, something is gonna jump out and scare me.

Exhaling through your nose, you gave him one last sceptic look and took the package, starting to open it carefully. Whatever it was, you were mentally ready not to flinch. But instead of the worst, which you were expecting, you find an adorable turtle planter in the box. it even had a little red bandana on its head, which did not really match the style of the pot, so you assumed Raph must have made it himself.

Suddenly you felt incredibly silly for doubting him, but at the same time you were genuinely not expecting it to be a gift. Before you could stop yourself, silent tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Wha- Are you okay?” Raph panicked when he saw you crying, and pulled you into his chest to hug you, careful not to crush the planter.

“I’m sorry” you hiccuped and wiped over your face with the back of your sleeve. “I have no idea what came over me. Guess it was just very… unexpected. It’s very cute, I love it, really! Thank you!”

“Glad to hear that” Raph smiled and gently wiped your last tears away with his knuckles.

Taking out your phone, you opened the local nursery’s page and together you looked for a plant worthy of the new planter in your collection.

🟠 Mikey

If Mikey were to give you something it would be something self made for sure.

Maybe something artsy, like a scrapbook or a collage of pictures of you both.

Or for a more special occasion a home cooked meal.

And of course dessert.

He’d try to pry the information out of April of what your favourite food from your childhood was.

He’d avoid asking you directly so as not to spoil the surprise.

When he finally found out what it was, he spent several days on different cooking and baking blogs trying to find the best recipe.

Taking one last glance at the time on your phone display, you slipped the device back into your pocket. You were right on time, entering the lair with a light jog. Mikey had suddenly summoned you to the sewers, which barely gave you time to change and get ready. You had no idea what he had in mind, so you went with a tiny bit of a more “formal” look than usual, just in case. He only said you’d have dinner together but didn’t explain further.

As soon as you set foot in the main room, you could already smell the food from the kitchen. It smelled suspiciously familiar as well, like something you hadn’t had in quite a while.

Finally entering the kitchen, you saw that the table had been set with candles, flowers and several pieces of cutlery on either side of the plate; Mikey had gone all out. There was also soft orchestral music playing from somewhere, but you couldn’t tell where the speakers were.

“Ah, my dearest Y/n, welcome!” Mikey greeted you from behind, which made you slightly jump in surprise. Curse these turtles and their ninja stealth. You noticed he was wearing a blazer, and a tie, but no button shirt, which made you snort slightly.

He engulfed you in a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around a couple of times, then came to a halt and dipped you to kiss you lovingly. Bringing you back to your feet, he guided you towards the table and pulled back the chair for you to sit, which you did.

“So… what’s going on exactly?” you asked curiously. You were enjoying all this attention for sure, but you were equally confused.

“Oh, you know, a little bit of this…” Mikey said in a sing-sang voice while filling your cup with your favourite drink. “… and a little bit of that…” He set a plate in front of you which had a cloche* over it, and paused for suspense before lifting it. “Surprise!”

As he revealed the food, a flood of memories washed over you, crashing like a wave. It was your favourite comfort food from your childhood, which you hadn’t had in ages, and it was clearly made from scratch.

You took a deep breath trying to regain your composure, but you couldn’t help a few tears running down your cheeks as you stared at the meal in front of you in complete shock.

“Ohmigosh, are you okay?” Mikey asked, concerned, and crouched down next to you, placing a hand on your knee.

“I- This is- How-?!” To say you were at a loss for words was an understatement. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear your vision, you took Mikey’s hand in yours and looked down at him.

“Sorry, this just triggered a nostalgia in me that hit me like a truck” you half laughed, half apologised. “It’s been a good while since I’ve had it. Where did you even find the recipe?”

“Ah, a good cook never reveals his sources” Mikey said with a wink. You smiled lovingly at him.

“Well, I have no idea how you made this, but I can’t wait to dig in. It looks incredible!”

As you both ate, Mikey told you there was also a dessert waiting. You quickly ran a list in your mind of what it could possibly be, the anticipation making you even hungrier for the unknown delicacy. But for now, you relished in the warmth in your belly and heart from the food, and the pleasant tightness in your chest, knowing it came from being so loved by the orange turtle. You made a mental note to thank him properly later.

(* the bell shaped silver thing used to cover food on a plate. yes i had to google it. TIL, and so did you)

🟣 Donnie

Donnie never considered himself to be the kind of person who’s super hung up on the “little” anniversaries.

One month, one year, sure.

But just a week?

Not too long ago he would have considered it too clingy.

And yet here he finds himself wanting to give you something for the weekiversary.

If he could, he would give you something every day.

He just wants to show you he appreciates you, because he knows it’s hard for him to find the words sometimes.

While he likes just spending time with you as such, he’ll shower you with presents all he can.

It had been around a week since the sleepover where you and Donnie shared your first kiss. Thinking back to it still made your face burn up; where you had found the boldness to do what you did, you still didn’t know. But you were glad you had. Because now, physical gestures were so much easier for both of you. Kisses, caresses and loving words were no longer a reason to stress over, wondering if things had gotten awkward.

The morning after your kiss, you had both discussed your “status”. After a flustered confession on both sides, you had decided that you were officially a couple.

Since it had only been a week since then, you didn’t consider it too big of an occasion to celebrate or anything, but Donnie thought differently.

That day you walked into the lair as you usually would after you were done with class. You greeted the turtle brothers who were in the main room, making a beeline towards the lab. You had been here yesterday but you already missed Donnie so much. Your hands came to cover your face in embarrassment at the thought of how clingy you were being.

Walking into the lab, you said hi to Donnie and heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered that the turtle before you was now, in fact, your boyfriend. He seemed to be as cool as a cucumber, however. And he was clearly hiding something on the table from your view with his torso. You approached him curiously.

“Oho, what you got there, Don?” you asked, trying to peek over his shoulder, to no avail. He was still blocking your view, and suddenly took your hands in his to stop you from prying, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I know it’s only been 7 days” he started explaining. “But it’s been seven wonderful days and before I even realised, I found myself working on a little something for you.”

Moving aside, he revealed the object behind him. On the table sat a little sculpture of your favourite animal made of metal and different scrap materials. It was a little wonky, but clearly made with so much love and care. He had even polished all the pieces so the metallic sheen was bright under the sharp lab lights. You carefully removed your hands from his to pick up the object; it was a little heavier than you expected. As you turned it around, you noticed the little purple bow that was tied around its neck.

“Do you like it?” Donnie asked, almost in a whisper. A shy smile was spreading on his face, but quickly contorted into an expression of worry as he saw you started tearing up.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? I know it’s not perfect, but I mean… It’s not that bad, right?” he panicked. You tried your best to not start sobbing, and dried your tears with your free hand, holding the figurine to your chest with your other one.

“That’s not it at all, Donnie” you hiccuped. “It is perfect! I love it so much, really. Thank you!” You placed the gift back on the table and hugged Donnie tightly, which he reciprocated.

“Then why are you crying?” he asked, still confused.

“I assure you they’re happy tears!” You sniffled. “It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this…”

“Unacceptable!” Donnie exclaimed and held you by your upper arms to lean you back a bit, so he could look into your face. “Then you better get ready, dear, because there’s plenty more where that came from!”

~~~~~

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mysadblacksoul · 2 days

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Backslide - 3/13 of the Clancy album

Grab a coffee and let's start this madness

Tyler is wearing the same clothes that he wore in Overcompensate MV to I would assume that this MV takes place right after

Let's break down the signs first

We see the return of Ned Bayou as well as FPA, now standing for Food Petrol Etc.

You can buy 9 buns for $21, love the symbolism

There is a Jim sign omg. Baby is having his own bubblegum business

Of course the Bishops sign with 9 lines marked on it

I could've sworn that the black sign says "Dema Vapes", but looking closely I believe it's "Velma Vapes" lol

What is more, the cones (?) are yellow and I'm pretty sure that the fact that there are 5 of them is not an accident

They sold him bread that went bad lol. Nah for sure it's not the case since he gives the same bread to a child

But I believe that the scene and the lyrics are closely tied with Stressed Out

Now the next scene is interesting

I think that the bad weather is a simple metaphor for feelings of anxiety or fear

We can see that Tyler was contemplating then he was suddenly pulled from his thoughts

This is when the scene changes to normal, right? Exactly on the line It's over my head

Then we move to the scene with the kid

And I really believe that this little lad is personification of Ned

Like he has the same boba eyes lol

No but for real, this is parallel to Chlorine - kid is giving Tyler a cup just like Tyler gave to Ned. Yet he accepts it and drinks whatever is inside and Ned just shudders

Another interesting thing, that could make my point more valid is that the kid literally asks Is that a stain? You should change / Are you doin' good? / Did you solve all of your problems? like he knows Tyler very well and is in a way looking out for him

It's like he's keeping Ned by him - okat I'll stop

It might be a stretch, but the N kinda looks like a mirrored band symbol, do you also see it?

If 0.75c is equivalent to the cost of one bun than Tyler is being ripped off since he paid $21 for the pack instead of $6.75 lmao

Something is really wrong with those buns lmao

Then the mood changes again, but this time is even worse. Like his mental health is declining even more and even faster

The bread is wet, the day is ruined, thanks Mr. Joseph

You killed it Josh, love your creative mind

*funny music stops*

Now let's talk about the way how the MV is looping itself

I would say that it is a demonstration of the twisted circle that is life

Maybe it's a very basic analysis but I think of all the complicated lore-oriented MVs this one is uncomplicated

What is shown here is how our psyche can play tricks on us and how we can complicate a rather simple situation ourselves

If Tyler hadn't had dark thoughts then nothing would have happened to the bread, so he would have just gone and given it to Josh

This shows how our psyche itself can abolish the situation in which we find ourselves

Looping, on the other hand, shows that as long as we don't do anything about it ourselves, we will be stuck in this fishbowl (see what I did there?)

Maybe it's one big AD to check your mental health and a sign to try to get better

Lyrics!

Rat race, place to place, adding weight / Tendencies on repeat, innit? - rat race for sure happened in Dema, and repeat is literaly the loop, innit meand that Clancy is canonicaly British

Benefit from a shoe with no lace - shoe with no lace would make you fall back on the behaviour that you are running from

Take the seat with the crease in it - seat of someone who already tried to change their life, or even who had the same dreams and hopes for better future like Clancy

This could be parallel to When I leave, don’t save my seat/ I’ll be back when it’s all complete from Chlorine

I don't care, you control me / Leading me anywhere - well, all I should say is Dema don't control me and we all know the rest of the story

I don't wanna backslide to where I've started from - he doesn't wanna go back to his back habits as well as doesn't wanna go back to his life before he tried to escape

There's no chance I will shake this again - if he falls back one more time that will be the end of him. His psyche won't take it anymore and his plans will be buried

'Cause I feel the pull, water's over my head - this is parallel to Fall Away And I, I can feel the pull begin. But it also gives me the parallel to Holding On To You MV, the scene with the rope

Strength enough for one more time - like I said, this would be the last attempt to change everything

Reach my hand above the tide - it could indicate that his physical strength is also wearing out

I'll take anything you have / If you could throw me a line - again with the line. But it also can mean that he can endure anything now, he just needs a little helping hand

I should've loved you better - this line can be directed both to himself but also to the person who extends his hand to help. He might not have appreciated both parts before and now regrets it

Do you think that now's the time / You should let go? - This line is like both a request and an apology. As if he wants to say “I'm sorry I treated you badly before but please don't leave me when I need help”

Bad place, on a hundred-dollar bass - this line is also giving me Stressed Out. You can imagine the cheap bass being transported on the bicycle right?

Kinda wishin' that I never did "Saturday" - I think that he doesn't mean the MV irl lol, but the regret of taking part in Bishops' manipulation altogether

Is that a stain? You should change - a play with mentioning Saturday and the lirycs She said that I should change my clothes

Are you doin' good? / Did you solve all of your problems? - like I said before I believe that this is Ned looking out for Clancy, wishing him well

Thanks for asking, in a way, but / Accidentally uncovered a new one yesterday - safe to say that he is not doing better lol

What happened to what I brushed under the rug? - what happened to how well he used to be able to hide his problems and true feelings

I used to be the champion of a world you can't see / Now I'm drowning in logistics - if viewed as a fact that he created this world it now looks like he wants to regain all control over it. Logistics is to take care of the management of planning. And once again we see the mention of drowning

The bridge is acting as an externalization of his myhs and fears that even if he is outside the Dema, the Bishops will still have control over him

The entire song is about both regaining conrol over the world of Dema but also regaining control over himself, his psyche.

The main theme is about not going back to old habits.

The most important thing here is progress and pushing forward.

Because one wrong move can make all the work in vain and we will sink to the very bottom.

Safe to say that I liked it haha

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ochoashusband · 8 months

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Hello there!

I was wondering if I make a request for MHA, with Class 1A (and possibly Aizawa?) reacting to a Male! Reader having the quirk of an Empathic Healer?

To understand what I'm saying, Male! Reader is capable of healing people like Recovery Girl. While Recovery Girl uses the patients' stamina to heal them, therefore could only heal them a limited amount, Male! Reader's quirk can allow him to fully heal a person, potentially multiple people at once, at the cost of him taking the effects instead, using his own stamina to recover, making him become closer to dying if used to heal major injuries or too many people.

Male!Reader's personality would be someone who doesn't like to cause fighting, only attacking in order to protect someone, given his quirk makes him the medic of the Class. A bit introverted but kind towards other.

Thank you!

OMG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!! Tbh i didn’t actually expect someone to request 😭 so thank you!!

i’m gonna do this in headcannon formation if you don’t mind!! it’s easier for me :)

CLASS 1A + AIZAWA REACTING TO..

MALE! READER W/ EMPATHIC HEALER QUIRK

CLASS 1A:

I feel like Midoriya would probably think your quirk would be like Recovery Girls

He would probably bombard you with multiple questions about your quirk

“How many people can you heal at once?” “Does it hurt you?” “Do you use stamina to heal?”

Since Midoriya gets hurt a lot, you’ll be very useful for him!!

Mina named you Recovery Boy (named after Recovery Girl) and now everyone just calls you that

Uraraka thinks your quirk is very cool and bcuz of that she really likes to compliment you anytime you use your quirk

Denki, Kirishima, and Sero thinks that your quirk is very manly!!

Bakugo comes to you whenever he accidentally burns himself with his quirk, but he threatens you to never share that with anyone LOL

One time Todoroki accidentally cut his finger trying to cut vegetables and he came over to you and shyly asks if you could heal it for him!!

During the sports festival, since lots of people got hurt during the competition, Recovery Girl asked you to help her with healing people

Sometimes you help out in the nurses office if too many people get hurt or wounded

Mr. Aizawa is very nice to you (mostly because your quiet and don’t talk much)

He always gives you words of encouragement and is overall very kind and compassionate toward you!! (you’re his favorite student)

Jirou thinks your quirk is awesome and because of that she always partners up with you during any activity you guys have with the class

Everyone is friends with you because they think your quirk is very useful and you’re also really kind!!

Denki and Mineta always come up to you to ask you dumb questions like

“What type of girl are you into? Or are you into dudes?” “Doesn’t she look so good?” “Do you think he looks good?”

They only ask you that because you don’t talk much and they want to figure out what your type is 😭

they probably made a bet to see who can make you share your type with them first

Short story!!:

“Alright class, settle down now!” Mr. Aizawa yelled, it was right after lunch, so the class was more talkative then usual. “Everyone put on your gym training uniforms and meet me in the second gym.” Aizawa said lazily as he started walking out of the room and heading towards the second gym. Everyone got their uniforms on and made their way to the gym. “Today, we’ll be practicing enhancing our quirks, that can also mean using your quirk for an extended amount of time, creating new moves, etc. So get a move on people!” Mr. Aizawa yelled. Everyone went off on their own and some paired up. Since you where more stronger in the healing department than the fighting department, you decided it would be best to find ways to protect yourself. You started off try to think of ways that you could potentially defend yourself, until you heard someone call your name. “(M/n)! (M/n)!” You turned your head to find Uraraka calling you over to where her and Midoriya were. Midoriya looked badly injured, his hands where turing purple and it looked broken, you guessed it was because he overused his quirk again. You walked over to them, sighing, you say “Midoriya, it’s not good for you to overuse your quirk. You should try calming down a bit.” Midoriya looked away embarrassed. You put your hands on top of his, your hands started glowing and Midoriya’s hands were slowly turning back to normal. “Woah! I keep forgetting how cool your quirk is!” Midoriya says. “It’s so awesome, isn’t it?” Uraraka exclaims. “Thanks guys..” You say embarrassed. After that, you could finally work on ways to protect yourself.

Sorry if this is a bit short!! It’s my first time writing something, I will keep practicing writing tho!! I hope you like it, and i’m sorry if i took too long!! My family invited me to a party yesterday and i couldn’t finish it in time!!

#mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #male reader #x reader

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sug4r-sp1c3 · 6 months

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Hi!

Could you maybe do villanous x a reader who has rabbit ears please? Thanks!!

RULES ARE RULFES NO SPECIFIC CHARACTERS OR THINGS ITS BEING A HC UHHHH

ok lets begin since i'm sleepy ITA 1 AM WHAT THE FUCK

"but sugar-sp1c3 you said your limit was 4 character-" I KNOW OKAYI' JUST FORGOT WHEN DOING THIS

VILLANOUS WITH A S/O WITH RABBIT EARS HCS !!

Characters, Demencia/Dementia, Dr.Flug, 5.0.5(platonic?), Black hat, penumbra, Sun Blast, Miss heed(not in order lol)

Demencia / Dementia

she woudl make fun of then

but like

A LOT

"Hey bunny ears!"

i feel like she would bite them idk

i mean yes she mocks of you BUT THATS HER WAY TO SHOW LOVE TO YOU..at least i think!

she haves 2 sides

the left one where she mocks and jokes and bites of you ears

and the right side where she praises you and your eyes and- you are basically her new black hat

she would often play with them

or if you have both rabbit and human she would be like:

"SO YOU HAVE SUPER HEARING!!?! OMG THATS SO COOL"

Dr. Flug

his first honest reaction is that gif sorry i don't make rules

HE THINKS THEY ARE COOL AND PRETTY ASF

HE MELTS IF THEY EVEN MOVE LIKE

HE JUST STARES AT YOU IN AWWE UNTIL HE SNAPS BACK TO REALITY!

unless his with black hat bc in that case he avoids to look at your ears at all cost since the "jefecito" can notice and idk yeah

he would probably want to do some experiments

but only friendly ones!!

like testing if you can do other things

if you have extra sensitive ears

or somthn idk i have no ideas rn

he would like to caress them on his little free time

oh btw he would LOVE if you and 5.0.5 where like best buddies or you would be his second parent-like figure(i swear i am trying to make his non specified gender I SWEAR GUYS)

he just lvoes you and you ears so much

5.0.5

he's a fucking bear bruh 💀

ok so thsi will be platonic like buddies or a second parental figure, or smthn like that

he loves to "talk" about your ears or ask you questions.(if you don understand them he would force flug to translate lmao)

he is very careful when he is trying to touch them since y'know..big paws

but he still tries!!

i imagine if he maked cupcakes the icing would be a drawing of an airplane, of dementia, a chameleon or a black hat idk, for you YOUR RABBIT EARS AND A HEART BECAUSE I THINK THEY ARE CUTE!!!!

he would even "ask" you to use you as inspiration for any dessert, or drawing or smthn.

i bet if he haves a rabbit plushie he gives it to you and/or puts something on the ears(ribbons, little hats, etc) he would be like "bow bow!" [siblings!]

Black Hat

he probably threats to rip off your ears

and eat them

basically hurt you

DUDE HE IS LIKE THE ANTI CHRIST ON HIS UNIVERSE WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TURN HIM INTO A ONCELER?

Penumbra

SHE

LOVES

YOUR

EARS

SHE OFTEN POSTS THINSG ON HER INSTAGRAM(with your consent ofc) LIKE "my sweetie's ears where a bit messy today! so me and sun blast fixed them just a lil bit.... loved the result! 🐇💜"

she would ask if you are sensitive to things like sound or something to try to not let a lot of hard things that can cause a hard sound when they fall or make sure Curie or Sunblast don't throw things

she oftenly tries to impulse you to not cover them! but if you like to have them covered, she would be okay with that too!

the same that flug

she would ask to make some little and non-offensive, experiments on your ears

if you don't want, its okay!

if you want, its okay too!

"look! i got you this! i bet it would make your ears fur brighter!..and curie's too"

Miss Heed

okay she would POST LIKE 10000 HISTORIES, POSTS, AND A LOT OF THINGS IN ALL HER SOCIAL MEDIA

LIKE SAYING "HAH MY s/O'S EARS ARE UNIQUE AND YOURS NOT"

but she would never say that out loud.

she would ask to records tiktoks or anything about them, like idk trends, popular songs or just quick vid like "watch me take care of my Sweetie S/o ears!"

if they are sensitive, during the event of when she had everybody under her control or smthn she would keep you away from them

yes she would be a bit sadistic and evil but she still cares abt you

..or she just does the same thing that she did with them..

when she's at..THAT place..she draws in a corner a lot of little ears, like if she misses you and misses your ears..

if you visit, she would beg to touch them again , to feel them..she would be crazy for it..

Sunblast

Red BEFORE the "The Dreadful Dawn".

Orange AFTER "The Dreadful Dawn" and BEFORE the events of the comic and The "Heedeous Heart"

Yellow AFTER "The Dreadful Dawn" and the events of "The Heedeous Heart" and the little comic

even if you where his S/O he would mock of you and of them..

listen he knows you are his S/O but he just..feels like its the right thing or it doesn't matters

he doesn't even minds as i can think

he is just like "oh i am just joking! geez.."

Now under Penumbra's uhm..how do i say it?..NOW WITH PENUMBRA LMAO

he realized that he may have been a bit too much harsh with you..

he persuades Penumbra to localize you or visit you to apologize

if things go well..you both could try again!

and he is better.

He even tries to make you be friends with Penumbra! like he did with her

He still makes jokes but he thinks about them for a long time like

"no..that would hurt their feelings..NO ITS BAD..well- no wait..no..oh...this one may be good.."

he fears of you getting like the other ones..he tries to protect you at all cost

if you do get under Miss heed's..thing

he would be like mad but that multiplicate it for 10 and then for 100

the only thing that keeps him away from hurting heed and all her followers its his current little size and Curie

when you aren't under heeds control he makes sure you and your ears are okay..

he asks everyday if you are 100% SURE IF YOU ARE OKAY

after the Miss heed thing he is worried more than he should be but like c'mon

leave the little guy alone :(

he lost 2 of his most special people in his life just because a pink bitch

#Missheed x reader #villanous x reader #dementia x reader #Penumbra x reader #black hat x reader #x reader #sunblast x reader #dr.flug x reader

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destinyc1020 · 16 days

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Lol why he do petty, he started this first,he said that he don't saw Tom movie,Tom responde lol

As for cap4 I don't have high expectations,4 months reshoots it's biggest red flag out there and double budget probably, zero chance it's will profitable, marvel will report fishy numbers like 300m or something it cost much more

https://twitter.com/DiscussingFilm/status/1778595426448400882?t=o-wLRhkh7c867RF0XfLJgQ&s=19

Rofl 🤣 😂

Omg Anon, this is too funny!! 😂

Anthony said he's gonna get his revenge and make Tom watch his "Captain America" movie lol 😆

I meannnnn.... if we're being honest Anon, Tom DID start it when he got cheeky and boasted that he had a solo Marvel movie and Anthony did NOT. lol 😆 Let's not forget! 😅

All Anthony said was that he hadn't seen Tom's spidey movie. That's not automatically a jab. Sometimes you just haven't seen someone's film! 🤷🏾‍♀️

You know what though? Tom should actually go to that premiere of Anthony's film honestly when it comes it. It would be GREAT PR for them both lol 🤭

Ahh... full-circle moment lol.

Re: "Captain America"

Yea, I've been hearing not-so-great things about the filming and the film itself as well Anon. 😩

I'm torn, because Chris will always be Captain America to me🥰, but I do want to support Anthony, especially since he's a black man in Hollywood.

Anthony can be arrogant asl, and is sometimes annoying and too boastful in interviews 🙄, so he can be a bit of a turn-off at times to me....🥴 But I know he's like a salmon swimming against the current in this industry, so I'll def support his film when it comes out. 😅

#tom holland #anthony mackie #Spiderman #captain america

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blubushie · 13 days

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Hi, hope you're having a good day, here's one of my aunt's puppies and frog in a bucket

(Sorry for that last ask, I think i was tring to express a sympathy on "dealing with this thing sucks", pretty sure I fucked it completely, learned I shouldn't send asks after midnight, sorry)

OHOHOHOHOHO

And nah it's fine <3 Tbh just didn't know how to respond cuz I'm in the same boat. I was basically deported and don't have Aussie citizenship despite trying for years and living there most my life lmao. I know exactly how it goes and it's a chore. "There's no demand for shooters" suck my dick I am singlehandedly saving our natural ecosystems rn 😭

Slight rant under cut

ETA: Also I've met too many people who genuinely talked about wanting to get Australian citizenship because of TF2. Because they think Australia is just Sniper or something. Or the best country ever while ignoring the climate change/racism/housing crisis/inflation/price gouging/cost of living/inhospitability/natural disasters/etc. Australia isn't in a good state right now, most people are barely able to survive, and our middle class is practically non-existent. But people see Sniper TF2 and go "omg Aussie..." and decide they wanna be Australian for some fucking reason while literally knowing zack about the country OUTSIDE of how it's portrayed in media. Nothing of us or our culture, they think they know some slang terms or some shit and that's enough to be considered Australian. And that gets on my fucking nerves cuz I'm still tryna get citizenship cuz it's literally my home and I grew up there.

People also only do this with Sniper btw. You don't see people going "I'm gonna move to GERMANY!!" cuz of Medic, or Russia for Heavy, or Texas for Engie, or Boston, or France, or anything else. It's literally just Sniper. This fandom is fucken weird fetishy about Australia sometimes and on rougher days I genuinely wanna leave it because of it. Any time someone says they want Australian citizenship my first question is why? What do you think Australia has/can give you that your home country can't? Too many bad experiences. This goes extra double for countries on the same development scale as Australia—America, Russia, the UK, South Africa, cuz then it's obvious that it's usually more about what they think Australia is like (because of what they've seen in media) rather than them trying to seek a better life/better opportunities elsewhere.

Anyway the amount of people coming into my DMs/inbox going "how do get Aussie citizenship/immigrate" is too damn high. My brother in gaming if I knew how then I wouldn't be stuck in America. And when I know they're in the TF2 fandom it basically always leaves a bad taste in my mouth cuz my kangaboo detector goes ding. So most those asks get deleted

Sorry for the ramble. This has been on my head a while though. I've met too many people who fetishise Australia/Aussies cuz of shit they've seen in media. Hits me in that "white people seeing exotic nature of locals" bone. Australia is still a "wild land" in some people's eyes so naturally people (usually white) wanna come here and be weird about it. And it usually leads to exploitation (see: arguing with First Nations to give up land rights to built fucking houses)

Rant over I'm burnt out lol. None of this is directed at you I'm just explaining why I deleted the ask. Didn't know how to respond + my kangaboo detector went off. So I played it safe

#blu whos

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bby-deerling · 20 days

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Oh, to be teased by Brat Tamer Kid.

After being a sassy brat all day, just being a total menace to him, rather than just getting pummeled into the mattress as punishment, he decides to make you work for his attention. He makes you ride him, but when you start begging him for help? You're not getting it until he deems it.

Selfshiping thought, but I'd definitely be a crybaby at that point, like, please, I'm sorry I wasn't being good earlier. Just give me some help. And the fucker would totally get off on the tears. The condescending tone he'd have the entire time too, agh it shouldn't be attractive but it is. Then comes the overstimulation as the cherry on top. I get what I want but at what cost.

i needed these brainworms this morning omg

ugh he WOULD get off to the tears and hes so infuriating i want to shake him like a ragdoll LOL. also the way that he can't stop being a menace even when he's giving you what you want is alsfjkadsl;fjas

we differ in that aspect bc i get so frustrated and angry after a while so i would be punching the mattress and he would probably just laugh UGH

#pookie<3

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arialerendeair · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

Both @teejaystumbles and @spockandthings tagged me in this, so let's get it done!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I just recently posted up my 668 work on Ao3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

5,129,415 words!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, Sandman!! But I also dabble in other fandoms, including Shadowhunters, Supernatural, and a few others!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In general- 1. Never Judge A Shadowhunter By Their Scent - 4,712 2. The New York Shadow Market (Featuring Protective Alec Lightwood) - 3,262 3. Magnus Bane: Certified BAMF - 3,252 4. A Curse, A Choice, A Claim - 3,031 5. A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement - 2,887 In Sandman- 1. Hopes & Dreams - 2,482 2. The Art of Seduction Via Longbow - 1,657 3. The Price - 1,220 4. A Husband, A Consort, A Nightmare - 1,089 5. Dreams Make Living Worthwhile - 1,022

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Indeed I do - sometimes months later (as a whole hell of a lot of people know right now from my comment reply spree, lol), but yes! I love taking the time to say thank you - even if you left an emoji - it made me smile and I feel like I should thank you for that!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

With the angstiest ENDING? (I'm a HEA stan, so hold on, this'll take a second.) Probably Learning to Say Goodbye - which has an open/hopeful ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

HAPPIEST ending? All of them. Oh man. I don't even know. What do you consider the happiest ending? The Titanic AU - Make It Count (which has the happiest possible ending)? Hopefully - My Hope of the Endless series? (And that's just in the Sandman fandom!)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have, yup! I tend not to as a whole, but it has definitely happened!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yes. What kind? Uh. Well. Everything from the schmoopiest first time possible to all-orifices fucking with magical tentacles, sooo? All of it?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE WRITTEN SO MANY AND WILL WRITE SO MANY MORE. The craziest crossover I ever wrote is a 5-fandom crossover - set in the Sandman universe. I pulled in characters from the Hades Game, Supernatural, Shadowhunters, and Good Omens in and had all of them face off against Hell! The War for the Dreaming

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Unfortunately, yes, multiple times. I wish that on no person.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A great many, in multiple fandoms!! Shout out to awesome co-authors who keep me sane!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Omg I can't pick a FAVORITE. I've had so many over the years, I don't know if I ever could truly pick a favorite. Malec probably comes pretty damn close though, all things considered.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Candy Coated Nightmare. I want to finish it from the perspective of wanting to finish the story - but when the original creator of the gif story quit the fandom due to their work being stolen and stopped the project - finishing the story without them didn't seem right. So while I want to finish it to finish the story - I never will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've learned how to hack my ADHD brain and trigger hyperfocus whenever I want using a writing software. Which means I can write very obscene amounts of words, very quickly. (Also experience - I've been doing this for 23+ years now.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing and research. I hate editing, so none of my fics receive more than a cursory read-through at best. And having to heavily research a fic is what kills my enthusiasm for it faster than anything else, so I avoid it at all costs and make up things as I go along whenever that is an option.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love the idea - but i think you gotta use the AO3 feature that allows you to put the translation when you click/hover over it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Wheeew, we're going back to 2004, okay. Gundam Wing was my first ever fandom I wrote for.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

How the hell am I supposed to pick? I love Make It Count because that fic (all 120k) wrote itself. I love Together We Soar because it was the first long fic I wrote myself. (Long for me, anyways.) I love Alexander is Endlessly Surprising because I wrote 2 full sets of the Oldest Game and I thought I did an AWESOME job. I love The War for the Dreaming because it was an insane undertaking and I managed it. I love Magnus Bane: Certified BAMF because it introduced my favorite OC of all time - Oberon Onyx. So many more I could name, but I'll leave it there, at least for now!

Tagging @moorishflower, @cuubism, @blueberrymffn, @seiya-starsniper and anyone else who wants to participate!!

#Aria Posts #Tag Game #Thank you for the tags y'all

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alohastyles-x · 2 years

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Can I please have a Tony stark x reader or Scott lang x reader or Vision x reader ZombieAU? Either one works! Thanks:) take your time babe!!

omg yes, I'm so sorry this took a bit to write, I wanted to make sure I got down Scott's personality hehe <3 I absolutely loved this concept, and I hope you enjoy where I took this! big shout out to @atlaese and @theyear1980 for help :)

Zombified - marvel

*lets pretend this gif is from the mcu lol*

Pairing: Scott Lang x Zombie!Tony Stark x Zombie!Vision x reader

Prompt: While camping out in a convenience store, Character A watches as a frightened Character B bangs on the glass, trying to make it past the blockade that Character A put in front of the door. Character A can just barely tell what Character B is saying: “Help! Let me in! They’re coming! [ pretty sure this one is from @deity-prompts ]

Word Count: 3.5k

warnings: descriptions of violence and gore, horror story,

this story is apart of my house of horrors event!

House of Horror Stories Guidelines | House of Horror Stories Masterlist

Silence filled the musty air as you leaned against the wall, rifle in hand. There was a shifting outside and in the atmosphere surrounding you. What was once peaceful was now unnerving, shadows dancing out of the corner of your eye. Your heart raced as footsteps were heard outside. They were running, gaining speed and getting closer to where you sat. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breath before making sure the rifle was loaded and cocked, waiting to be used. Your hand rested delicately next to the trigger as you aimed the gun up towards the front doors of the convenience store.

You had already blocked the doors off with heavy furniture left behind and cut the electric cords so the automatic opener feature wasn’t working. This had eased your mind, knowing you had the upper hand. Now all you had to do was wait, wait for the perfect shot… whoever was outside was getting closer… and closer… until a figure appeared disheveled in front of the door. His fists rose and he began banging on the door furiously.

“Hey! Let me in! Please! There’s this... god, what is that? This thing after me. What are we calling them? Zombies? Yeah that!” He shouted. You recognized his voice- it was Scott Lang, otherwise known as Ant Man, one of the newer Avenger recruits. You lowered the gun, staring at him in disbelief.

Okay pause- you’re probably wondering what he’s talking about. Zombies? Seriously? Get real, right? Unfortunately, his description is very, very accurate.

The world had changed since the reverse snap and the fall of the Avengers. After Thanos had accomplished his self-deemed destiny to eliminate half of the universes’ populations on every planet, in every galaxy, what was left of the Avengers worked tirelessly to figure out how to reverse engineer the snap. After a long and grueling battle they succeeded in defeating Thanos’ army, and bringing back the half of the population that disappeared…

… but at what cost.

Biologist Ellie Mae had come back to find the love of her life Linda Gahle had died in the 5 years she was gone. Her grief was instrumental in the events that led to where you were today: holed up in an abandoned convenience store that, by some miracle, still had its windows intact.

You see, Ellie had been so distraught over her wife's death, that she spent days, weeks and months trying to bring her back. Ellie succeeded… kind of. What she created wasn’t Linda, it wasn’t even human at all; it was a monster. Skin as ashy and pale as a decomposing body, eyes dull and lifeless, skin haphazardly stitched back together from Ellie’s surgical procedures to reinstate Linda’s organs- she created a zombie. A zombie that was hungry for meat, thirsty for blood. Ellie died at the hands of her very own creation that soon was let loose on the streets.

Others weren’t as lucky as Ellie. Many that came in contact with the, now, zombified Linda survived… if you could even call it that. More and more Zombies came to life, popping up out of the freshly dug dirt in graveyards, morgues, and even on the street just mere hours after they were found deceased. The time it took to turn always varied, depending on just how much of the disease got in through the bites before the zombies moved on to better looking meals.

When the outbreak had occurred, you had lost everything all at once. Your home wasn’t safe to stay in, and the small little family you once had was infected, leaving you to do the hardest thing imaginable: end their suffering. The kickback from the shotgun you used left a dark purple bruise on your shoulder after multiple shots were fired to end it all. The tears had stained your cheeks, making their way through the blood splatter that had landed on your face.

Without giving yourself a second to process what just happened and what you just did, you threw some clothes into a bag, as well as some survival tools your dad had prepared after the news broke of the infections.

The world had turned upside down. More and more people were turning daily- the Zombies now outnumbered the humans. But things turned dark when the infections reached the heroes-the New Avengers- that were left after the snap.

No one knew how, assuming they had the technology to shield themselves from it. In fact, that’s what everyone was hoping for: that the New Avengers could stay safe long enough to find a cure. But everyone was mistaken.

To everyone’s surprise, Tony Stark was the first to go- or, rather, come back zombified. It was a giant conspiracy as to how he got infected after his sacrifice- as far as anyone knew he was dead and buried.

The world was slowly running out of humans and as far as you knew, you were one of the few left alive in your town. No one had even tried to break into the convenience store you had bunkered down in. It was an eerie thought.

You had just lit a candle for the night next to your makeshift bed. Lucky for you, no one decided they needed pet beds in a zombie apocalypse, so you took the seven pet beds the store had in stock and made yourself a comfy place to sleep.

It really wasn’t all that bad given the circumstances. The store still had plenty of food, water, and other things. You assumed more people were focused on fleeing the city rather than stocking up on essentials, which left the convenience store nearly full.

After making your rounds to each entrance and then settling in for the night, you were caught off guard by a sound off in the distance: yelling.

That led to where you were now, staring Scott Lang down as he continued banging on the door, pleading for you to help him. Suddenly, as if someone flicked a switch in your brain, you got to work assessing the situation.

“Meet me at the back door, it’s easier to get you in that way!” You shouted, hoping he could hear you over his incessant banging.

“What?” He yelled back, stilling his fists. You rolled your eyes and pointed towards the back of the store.

“Back! Door!” You yelled back. He nodded and took off.

“Fucks sake,” you muttered under your breath as you followed his actions and jogged towards the back door. This one you didn’t feel the need to block as much save for a large heavy box. It was a heavy door that locked automatically so no one outside could enter.

You grunted as you slid the box away from the door, and quickly opened it. Scott Lang stood there, looking around anxiously as the noises of hungry zombies filled the outside air. You waved him in, and shut the door tightly as soon as he stepped inside.

“Thank you, I’m so grateful,” Scott whispered. He was currently waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark stock-room.

“Anything for an Avenger,” you responded, winking- even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“Follow me, I’m set up in here.”

You led him into the store, bringing him to the corner where your makeshift bed was. You had a small box next to it with a kerosene lantern from your home sitting on it.

“Nice place you got here,” Scott said, chuckling to himself. “No, really though, this is insane that this place isn’t ransacked more than it is.”

“Yeah, I got lucky I guess,” you chuckled. “Uh, so, there aren't any more pet beds, but I can break mine down and set one up for you…”

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can sleep on the floor,” Scott responded with a bright smile.

“The floor? Jesus, Scott, no. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor,” you said. You began to break down your bed, pulling 4 of the pet beds out and setting them up on the other side of the box night stand.

“I never got your name,” Scott responded, watching you make his bed for him. He felt awkward and unsure of how to act and respond.

“Oh, it’s y/n.” You said, simply. It made him chuckle, the way the two of you were able to make small talk amid a zombie apocalypse. He looked around, and grabbed a box of crackers off the shelf next to him.

“So, what kind of supplies do you have, y/n?”

“Guns, knives, plenty of food and water clearly, and that’s about it, aside from what the store offers.” You responded, finishing laying out the blanket atop the pet beds for him. He silently thanked you with a nod of his head, before moving to sit down. You took him in as he was sitting, wondering what he was doing all the way out here.

He had a large bruise on his upper cheekbone, a small slit in his eyebrow. You assumed he must have fallen and hit his head against a rock or something. As you moved your eyes down, you noticed a lot of blood on his shirt, and then his sleeve. Without thinking, you knelt before him and moved his shirt up, exposing his toned stomach.

“Oh, shit!” You muttered, seeing a deep gash slashed across his abdomen. He brought his gaze down to where your hands were already carefully inspecting it.

“Oh that? You should see the other guy,” he winced. Even in pain he was attempting to keep up his comedic act. You smirked.

“I’m sure, tough guy. Here, I’ve got some supplies to help clean the wound.” You reached for a small red bag perched near the box nightstand. In it contained a few antibiotic pills known to help cure the infection, as well as hydrogen peroxide and other wound cleaning solutions, some gauze and some stitching equipment.

“Here, take this and lay back,” you said, gently pushing him back down onto the bed, handing him one of the antibiotics. The kerosene lantern casted a glow on the wound making it shiny and look even more grotesque. He drew in a breath as you poured the hydrogen peroxide on it; his abs flexed in response.

“So, what brought you out here?” You asked, attempting to distract him from the pain.

“I honestly didn’t know anyone was out here, but man, I’m glad someone was. Tony and Vision- well, zombie Tony and Zombie Vision teamed up, and you know, the two of them as humans were unstoppable together… let alone as Zombies. So-ow,” he winced as you began to stitch the wound together. You muttered an apology before he continued.

“- so, I led them out here, hoping to distract them from civilization, but that was a bust. I’m not sure where they are now.” He finished. You glanced up at him. The way he just brushed off the fact that both Tony was alive and that he was now loose as a zombie made your heart drop.

“I’m sorry… what?” You asked, your hand hovering over his wound. You were two stitches away from closing the wound shut.

“What part did you not get?” He asked, a confused look on his face. He forgot that not everyone was aware of the situation regarding Tony. You raised your eyebrow at him as you finished stitching him up.

“How did Tony come back?” You asked.

“Oh, right, not everyone knows. Well, after Tony’s sacrifice, Pepper lost it. She couldn’t wrap her head around him being gone, no matter how hard she tried. She put on a brave face, I’ll admit that as well; she had us all fooled. When she heard of the experiment Ellie performed, she reached out immediately to get the information on what she did to bring back her lover. She paid an ungodly amount of money for the secret, and then performed it herself. Tony was back, but within a matter of minutes the disease had spread through his body, turning him into a zombie. Pepper was able to send an alert out before… before…” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to. You know what he was trying to say. Before the inevitable happened before Pepper ended up just like Ellie; lifeless on the floor.

“And Vision?” You asked.

“We’re still not sure. We think Tony somehow managed to infect his harddrive- or something- with a similar infection. I don’t even know how that is possible, but here we are,” Scott answered. You had finished your stitching job, and were about to cover it with a bandage to keep it clean, but Scott moved your hand away.

“Wow. Brilliant stitching job, are you a doctor?” He asked, inspecting your work.

“No, just sewn a few costumes here and there,” you smiled brightly, happy for the recognition of your work.

He caught your eye, and returned the smile. A feeling of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, making your heart stop in your chest for a second.

“Alright, you can finish bandaging this up. Let's hope this antibiotic kicks in soon,” Scott said, wiping a few beads of sweat from his brow. He laid back down and you placed the bandage over his wound, and began to tape it up.

A sudden clatter outside made you stop cold, a shiver running down your spine. Scott had leaned up suddenly on his elbows, looking around the shelf blocking his view from the door. An electrical buzzing filled the air.

“Shit!” Scott said loudly, pushing himself up to his feet. Another clatter came from the direction of the door. “Where’s the gun?”

“What do you mean, what is - oh my god!” You said, turning to view the door. A zombified Vision was slicing through the door with the stone in his head.

“y/n, where is the gun?” Scott asked again, more firmly this time. You passed him one of the rifles you had.

“Stay here.”

“What? No, I’m helping you!” You said, picking up the second rifle and loading it. Scott shook his head, but didn’t stop you. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop you unless he tied you up. As enticing as the idea was for other reasons, he knew right now wasn’t the time for those thoughts.

“Oh wait,” he started, running back to the back door where he had dropped a bag he forgot to pick back up. You hadn’t even noticed he had a bag on him ever before he came in. “My suit!” He exclaimed, quickly stripping his clothing and slipping into the suit.

“Are you kidding me? You, an actual superhero, forgot you had your suit with you? Why weren’t you wearing it?” You yelled frantically.

“I didn’t want it to get damaged!” He responded. You shook your head at the ridiculousness, and watched as he picked up his rifle and came back into the main store.

A loud bang came from the front doors, and you realized it was the sound of the furniture toppling over as Vision and Tony made their way into the store. They didn’t move like you thought Zombies would, all wobbly and slow. No, no. They were fast, almost faster than before.

Your heart rate sped up as you froze, absolutely shocked at the sight before you. Tony’s skin, unlike the other zombies you had seen, was a blueish green with red blemishes all over. Vision looked the same, but he didn’t talk. You noticed that Tony didn’t either.

Scott didn’t hesitate though. He fired the rifle at Tony, hitting him in the arm. In the next second, Vision had sliced the rifle in half.

“Great, you wanna play dirty? We can play dirty,” Scott said, activating his suit and shrinking down to the size of an ant. You watched as he attacked both Tony and Vision, growing in and out of size, shrinking and growing, punching left and right, taking hits here and there. You were unsure of what to do, it seemed like he had the upper hand.

Thn, as if suddenly aware of your presence, Tony turned to face you, his eyes dead and lifeless. Your eyes grew wide as you realized he was headed towards you. You raised the rifle and went to pull the trigger…

Nothing happened. It was jammed.

“Fuck!” You yelled. Of course this would happen. Of course the rifle would jam right as Tony was about to strike. You stumbled out of the way, smacking right into the shelf behind you. You quickly remembered the knife you had strapped to your thigh above your jeans. You grabbed it, slashing quickly at Tony’s arm as he came up to strike.

“y/n!” Scott yelled out, growing large and squashing vision under his foot. It was just a temporary fix to the situation. He turned his attention to Tony, lunging at him. In a split second he miniaturized right before your eyes, and landed on Tony’s shoulder. Tony flicked him off at record speed, and you took the split second he was distracted to your advantage. You leaned out with the knife, stabbing Tony in the head. He fell to the ground, writhing around. There was no blood at the stab wound, only a green ooze that poured out of the wound.

Scott returned to normal human size, wiping his hands off on eachother.

“That was easy,” he muttered, and you looked at him like he was crazy.

“Easy? That was the most terrifying two minutes of my life,” you muttered. He flashed you a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, and for a split second, it was as if the two of you weren’t standing next to the corpses of the once greatest heroes of all time. As if the world wasn’t deteriorating around you. It was a nice distraction.

It was a distraction you couldn’t afford. Lost in the gaze of the other, no one noticed that Tony had withered his way to Scott. He popped up suddenly, taking a giant chunk of skin out of Scott’s arm.

A blood curdling scream left your lips, as you watched horrified as Scott’s blood sprayed everywhere– on you, on Tony, and on the floor below. You leaned down to pick up the knife you had dropped before, and lunged at Tony.

But you weren’t fast enough. Tony had turned, backing away from where you were aiming. Scott stumbled backwards, his breathing labored as he held his arm to his chest.

“Go!” You screamed, wanting him to run and find help. He didn’t listen. He couldn’t hear you over the sound of blood rushing to the wound site. His ears began to ring, and suddenly a bright light appeared before him.

You were unaware he was dying, too busy fighting off Tony. Vision began to twitch from his original position on the floor. No, no no, you thought to yourself. You could handle Tony, at least for a little while… but both Tony and Vision? That was nearly impossible for an average human like yourself.

Suddenly, the fighting stopped. You dropped your arms that were raised to block a blow from Tony that never came. Taken aback by the lack of violence, you felt your heart rate increase at the growing silence.

The silence didn’t last long. Behind you came a deep groaning and grumbling. Your blood ran cold, and your heart stopped in your chest. There was only one person that was behind you last you knew. Only one person who had the capability to make the grumbling sounds you were hearing now.

“y/n…” it came out raspy, and grunted, as if he was choking the words out.

Chills ran up your spine, and you slowly turned to look behind you. As much as you didn’t want to, your brain was moving you without your permission.

Behind you stood a zombified Scott Lang, blood no longer dripping from his wound. His skin was now a pale and ashy color, his eyes an infected greenish-yellow. He was no longer holding his wounded arm, instead it hung a good two inches lower than the other one, the upper bone sticking out of the open bite.

“No…, no, no, no!” You cried out, knowing it was now too late for you. There was no escaping this. No escaping three bloodthirsty zombies that stood before you, eyeing you like you were their last meal.

A blood curdling scream filled the air of the convenience store, before the sloppy sounds of biting and tearing of flesh followed, blood staining the linoleum floor below your body, and then, finally, the satisfied grunts of the zombies.

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