#plus he took PRECAUTIONS so it’s just an extra blow

[hotchnerundercover]

are we gonna talk about how hotch keep’s haley’s info in his contact book under ‘brooks’ incase something happens.

like her dying at the hands of an unsub was one of his biggest fears and his nightmare came true 😭😭😭

#ofc loved ones dying is always a fear but this felt special and specific #plus he took PRECAUTIONS so it’s just an extra blow #hotch #aaron hotchner #haley brooks #haley hotchner #criminal minds

[capt-spooki3]

By The Witch's Grace

Chapter One

A Sbi "choose your own story" fanfiction

It seems Y/n, a known and hated magic user in their small town, has a lot to deal with after the rowdy bunch that is Philza, Wilbur, Technoblade, and Tommy, show up at their door step in the midst of a giant snow storm...

Warning: Cursing, talk of hate/discrimination

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“Alright, we need flour, milk, apples... Uh no no stop meowing, please. Shit okay, flour, milk, apples, and what? Oh god, was it- oh! Bottles! Of course, geez.” Y/n laughs at themself before kneeling down, and pets the head of their cat who was demanding their attention. The little feline, who looked like a little toasted marshmallow, purred and meowed as she was happy with the much-needed attention.

“Alright Poppy, I’ll be back. Be a good little girl for me, okay? I’ll be back in time to give you supper I promise.” They baby talked to the cat with little forehead kisses before getting back up to their feet and reaching toward the wall where a large cloak was hung on a large nail next to the door. They threw on the heavy fabric and clasped the small glass button to keep it on their shoulders, their hand lingering as it passed over the glassy eye that permanently stayed on a chain around their neck. The result of a curse placed, not too long ago, that bound it to their person until death. Just the luck of someone who often plays with magic that they can barely comprehend.

The piece would pass as a decoration to any untrained eye, but to those who delved into the arts of magic, any one of them could tell you what this object was. With the deep and light greens with accents of blue and a cat-eye pupil that was forever staring, there was no mistaking an eye of ender. The object was rich in stored-up mana, but it was no joke. Even with the most skilled of mages, they had to be most cautious and limit their time interacting with the eye. The sooner they distanced themself from it the better as the eye has been heavily rumored to take possession of people who use its magic for too long. Mages long past wrote notes in books, Y/n as read countless times, on how the eye has influenced beings to cause great harm and destruction. Its motives are still unknown. 

With the object on their person 24/7, they take caution every moment in case the eye decides it's time to take control. They hope it isn't any time soon.

Tucking the eye of ender under the latch of the cloak, they peeked outside to be met with chilled air kissing their cheeks. The bitter promise of snow.

More the reason to get their errands done as soon as they could to get back home. As if their life being in danger wasn’t the biggest reason to rush so they could hide again. They carefully pulled on their hood and hid as much of their features as they could within the cloak before stashing a satchel that jingled with coins and setting off through the door.

Being able to leave their distant home was always a treat, but also a constant threat to their life. They were never positive if they would return home after each venture. As a magic user, thoughtfully given the nickname of ‘Witch’ from the townsfolk, they weren’t liked much. They made the mistake of trying to show off their powers once before learning quickly that magic was despised among these people. It was only associated with the rich who treated people lower than them like they were dirt under their shiny boots. Luckily they still had a vendor in the town that sold to them, it was the only thing keeping them going.

After about a hour walk down a few winding forest paths that they carved out by themself after years of taking the same route, the port town was in view. Snow littered the ground to the sides of the dirt roads that they walked along and the small breeze that was present ran cold, the overcast sky promised a harsh amount of snow. That is bound to make next week fun. They sure were lucky to bring extra coins so they can stock up.

Once reaching the main town, they made sure to keep their head down and slip through the hundreds of bodies at the markets. It was all routine now, sadly. They took a turn down an alley that harbored a few stray cats and even a dog that scattered when they pressed on down the alley. Softly, they knocked a code to the shopkeep on the old wooden door.

The door just barely creaked open and an old green eye peered out. Y/n looked down to meet the weary eye peeking out at them and couldn't fight a smile. An old cackle rang out and the door opened up wide to an older woman. She was small and had all gray and white hair that was long and braided over her shoulder, but her eyes were alive and she was brimming with joy.

“Oh my little bird, how are you doing?” She said fondly with a slight German accent and Y/n knelt for the woman when she reached to hold their cheeks and look them over.

“I’m well Oma, thank you. You look as young as ever.” The kind words made the woman laugh and she put her hands on her hips and let out a sigh of contentment.

“So what do you need today? I just got in a big order of sugar if you want some.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful actually. I need flour, milk, and is Opa at his shop today? I need apples and he always has those bottles that I need.”

“Actually, he is home sick today,” She started and she walked into the shop to retrieve what Y/n needed. “He caught a small cold but he’ll be better soon. Wait just a moment and I’ll go grab everything.”

The lady went off on her way and Y/n sat on the doorstep, waiting and watching the people walk past the end of the alley. They cringed to themselves whenever they caught the word witch in some distant conversations, they seemed to be a tall tale at this point. At least they weren’t being actively hunted down anymore.

A few long minutes passed and there was a small thump that caught their attention in the shop, when they looked back there were two large sacks and no sign of the woman. Rest assured, after a few moments, the old lady was just barely managing to carry two more large sacks filled to the brim with the few things they had asked for plus much more as they usually only bring one sack home each trip.

“Oma! Oh no, I don’t have enough for all of this! Besides, I can’t possibly carry this all back home.”

“I know, I know. You’ll need it with the weather we have coming on tonight, as payment you can show me that magic you talked about last time. You know that… carrying magic..” She gestured wildly, trying her hardest to remember the word as Y/n stood back up.

“Oh, my spatial magic? I’m not too good at it, but I am sure I can manage this. Alright, are you ready?” They checked the alley for possible watching eyes before holding their hands out with their palms toward the bags.

The old woman stepped back and watched with excitement, her eyes practically sparkling already. Y/n closed their eyes and sucked in a deep breath, their hand flexing a bit and opening wider. A soft purple light began to emit from their hands and two thin, long arms that seemed to be made from the night sky itself stretched out and each hand touched the sack and engulfed it in darkness before retreating back within Y/n’s hands. They let out their held and concentrated breath with a deep sigh, their muscles and bones feeling heavy as they held some of the weight of the sacks within their being.

“That was amazing! Oh, you are so talented, I am so proud of you.” The woman said happily and walked forward, pulling Y/n down and kissing the head of the young mage she seemed to love. “Please hurry home now, stay safe. Opa and I love you and I hope to see you again soon.” 

She waved them off and Y/n waved back, pulling their hood down more for precaution, and slipped into the crowd toward the road they took back home. They felt rather blessed they were able to make it home without even a scare.

They walked along the road, waiting to see their well-worn path as the heaviness of their body grew with walking uphill. Using magic like this weighed on the body and the soul with however much the individual was carrying. They reached up, pulling down the clasp to their cloak to reveal the eye of ender to the world. As much as they didn't want to rely on its power, it was the only way they would confidently make it home. Grasping the warm object tight, it pulsed with magic beneath their fingers as if it were alive, they sent their mana into the eye to mix and grant them a magic boost. They knew quite well the item was evil and no good to toy with, what else should one do when it's bound to them for life? With a soft purple glow to their eyes now, their body felt lighter and the strain to keep their goodies in a personal pocket in the dimension lifted almost completely. They shook off their bits of anxiety with the gain of power and picked up the pace to get home as small flurries were filling the air around them.

The walk back home was fast and they were beyond relieved upon opening the door and feeling the hug of the warm cottage and a string of excited meows when their familiar raced to greet them.

“Hey Poppy, miss me?” They stroked the cat before kneeling on the ground to perform the same technique of magic for consuming the sacks to spit them back out onto the ground in front of them and hummed a soft tune while they went through the goodies and put them in their respected places around the three stories of the home. Before they noticed it, the world outside had grown dark and they lit the lanterns around the house and peered through a window to see the snow blowing strongly and the wind howling, they hadn’t even gotten a chance to see the sunset. This was turning out to be a real blizzard, they did a silent prayer that it wouldn’t last long.

Just as Y/n was trying to put the last of the sugar away there was a heavy thump on the door followed by a hurried couple of knocks of which were all inconsistent but did the job of grabbing their attention. They fumbled with the sugar but safely put it down before hurrying to the door, their fast movements spooked the cat and caused her to scramble away to go hide.

Once getting the locks undone they opened up the door to see four individuals standing there, waiting. Two of the larger individuals there stood on the sides to frame the group in a way. The one on the left most who had shoulder-length pink hair and noticeable tusks sticking out from his bottom lip and inhuman down pointed ears, was using his large, red cloak to hold a blond boy who was about to his shoulder, against him and shield him from the snow. The two both had on heavy armor, though, the blond’s armor was a bit more leather than metal. On the other end stood a taller man with brown hair who also was in armor and was hunched over to be able to get covered by a large dark grey wing that held him. Said wings belonging to a man who was shorter than the brunette and had on expensive-looking mage robes and messy blond hair. The winged man looked to Y/n in desperation as he began to speak.

“Please let us stay for the night. We will leave as the sun rises, please just-”

“Stop talking- just come in. Hurry! It’s got to be below zero out there.” Y/n hurriedly ushered the bunch inside as they held the door open for them.

The burly pink-haired man was the first to make a move as he pushed the blond boy off of him and through the doorway and was already reaching over to push the brown-haired man next. He made sure the winged individual made his way in before going in. He looked at Y/n who was still holding the door and adjusted his jaw, a nervous habit it seemed, eyes darting around a bit before he returned his eyes to them and gave a nod of appreciation.

Y/n barley was able to get the door closed after him before they turned around and was assaulted with a hug from the winged man, he was incredibly cold. They hugged the man back, rubbing his back a little as he said many soft thank yous to them, though they watched the other three who stood close and looked around at the bottom portion of their home. The blond boy hugged himself close, shivering and the brunette rubbed his back as he looked around.

They hope they wouldn’t regret not thinking it through before letting a bunch of strange people into their home.

“I truly cannot thank you enough for this. We would have died out there.” The man said as he finally let go of Y/n and studied their face for a moment, looking for words it seemed. “We should introduce ourselves. I’m Phil and the big guy back there is Technoblade. The lanky one is Wilbur and the blond one between them is Tommy. They are my sons.”

Y/n watched them as Phil introduced them, each of them giving them some sort of little greeting when they were called. Whether it was a head nod or a little wave or a smile. They seemed nice.

“One hell of a family..” Y/n mumbled which Phil seemed quite funny and even Wilbur chuckled a bit.

“Oh yeah, but they are my boys.” He said while looking at the three with fondness.

The sweet moment was caught a little short when Technoblade crossed his arms, his body language screaming distrust. He looked down at Y/n and sized them up as he grumbled out a question that sounded more like a command. “What is your name. Who are you.”

“Techno- for god’s sake be a little nicer could ya? Bloody hell, they just saved us.” Wilbur retorted and Technoblade huffed a little growl and looked away. Wilbur gave a short and annoyed sigh, looking back at Y/n as he pulled his hand away from Tommy and instead rested a hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. It wasn’t meant to be seen as a threat, but the gesture did make Y/n a bit uneasy as they shuffled back a tad. Instead, he just spoke kindly with an inviting hand gesture.

“What is your name?” He stated and he and Phil looked at them expectantly.

They hesitated for a moment with the eyes on them and cleared their throat, standing taller. “My name is Y/n... it’s nice to meet all of you.” They thought for a moment about what they should say to these people who stood awkwardly, warming up from the cold. “How about I uh… go get some blankets for you all. Blankets and I’ll set up my two spare rooms.” They added as more of a side note to themselves than the group and hurried up the stairs to get things together. 

This was going to be a long night. They can only hope the snow stops soon.

[Chapter Two]

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[black-streak]

Waiting for the Worms - Mother

Part 9

So uh... Marinette's part kind of became too long and I'm going to have to extend it into part 10. Plus the tone of this to the rest is just so different that it seemed necessary to split it. Very Damian centric here. Warning all still apply.

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Before the week ended, the boy approached her once more. This time it was after she had just finished up her Arabic lessons, the first time she'd seen him outside of that room.

"Why did she choose you?"

Marinette lifted her shoulders in a shrug and watched the frustrated twist of his lips as he attempted to stare her down. Her eyes occasionally jumped around the corridor, ensuring their privacy, but still refraining from answering.

"Are you mute?" The child demanded of her, "is that why you're with the language masters all the time? To learn to speak?"

Amusement coursed through her, shining from behind her eyes as she lifted a solitary finger to her lips, letting Damian determine her meaning. He didn't disappoint as an excited look came about him and he pressed further, hushing hus voice and moving in closer as though sharing a secret, which wasn't far off from the truth.

"The others aren't aware you can talk, are they? Of course not, dimwitted as they are," he took a condescending tone.

Letting an airy chuckle pass and offering a small smirk to let the other know he hit the nail on the head, she watched as the kid tried to appear composed while also preening under her obvious agreement with his insight. She couldn't help but wonder if this was his first experience with a willing audience. He couldn't be more than seven years old and yet already so cautious about allowing her to see how he enjoyed her attention.

"Well no matter, if they can't figure it out on their own, I see no need to inform them," Damian reassured her, hiding it as another jab at their peers. And after taking note of her appreciative nod, he disappeared the way he came.

...

Over the next few weeks, he showed up at random, venting out his annoyance with the trainers and masters, always under the guise that she couldn't tell anyone anyways without giving herself away, to which she only offered her quiet affirmations and acceptance.

Sometimes he asked questions, only to cut off and respond to himself that of course his companion couldn't answer, returning to his own conversation. It seemed to ease him that he never need worry over what she might say to him. Once in a blue moon he asked something she could answer without opening her mouth.

"Do you have a life outside of here?"

She tilted her head back and forty in contemplation before shaking a decided no. He seemed pleased with this. No competition for her attention, she supposed.

"How many languages do you actually speak then? Or are learning at least."

She contemplated if league dialect counted and decided it had to and also threw in guardian speak since she had been learning it beforehand, lifting up eight fingers. Damian's surprised look and appreciative hum lasted only a moment before his next barrage of insults to those who thought her mute started up once more. 

While their talks only lasted about ten minutes tops and only every few days, the progress was enough to earn her Talia's praise in private, excited that the boy took to her so quickly. She also inquired as to Marinette's tactics but only received a shrug of her own and the quiet explanation that she simply listened.

…

After a particularly grueling training session where the two ended up switching targets midway through their own battles, taking both trainers off guard and downing them in record time, Talia decided to send them out for an extended mission together. Her reasoning that Jason obviously felt protective over the heir and the two worked well enough in tandem that it offered the perfect environment for furthering Damian's training, having only ever tagged along for small time missions in the past.

Later in the evening, she explained how the joint missions extended their trust and allowed more freedom for bonding to occur. How they could further plan for their escape if they knew how to work together outside of the city limits. Marinette meditated every second she could before the start of their new assignment.

The morning of, she collected Damian from the meeting point Talia gave them and led him into the larger group to make their way out of the caves. The mission went on for five days before they finally tracked down their targets. It took all of one night to end the mission, Marinette taking extra precautions to cover Damian's back at all times, landing killing blows to any that threatened the young life entrusted to her. By the end, the little one only took one life. A young woman who landed a lucky shot on Marinette. The boy's eyes widened in fear and struck blindly, slashing his katana across her torso, opening her up to the world before giving another wild slash to her neck. The second the woman dropped, he ran to her side, pressing on the wound and helping her back towards their hideout as the others cleaned out the last of the building. 

As the sun rose, he helped to patch her up, yammering on about how stupid she was to allow herself to be hit like that. How ashamed she should be. How she should be better. Marinette saw the fear and worry and horror waring in his eyes, in the tense way he held his shoulders and shake in his hands. The guilty glances he tossed her, knowing she was distracted by protecting him. She ruffled his hair and offered a crooked grin at his huff of indignation. Neither slept that night, ready to return in the morning.

Damian refused missions without her after that.

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After their return from their seventh successful mission, over two months later, Talia stopped showing up in the training room. No longer informed Damian where to meet up for missions, allowing the information to flow from the trainers down instead. She still told Marinette inner details in her rooms, but she could tell the woman cut off the child almost entirely. Knew they only saw one another during meetings with Ras.

Within another two weeks, Talia began to distance herself from Marinette in public even further. She was no longer seen as the pet project, but as a full fledged member who happened to run in this squadron. She stayed quiet on the manner, not willing to question her mentor on what she thought best when seen amongst the League. And with Marinette now understanding and speaking both arabic and league dialect fluently, she could spy on the others and gather information much easier without the silencing presence of their leader, all speaking more freely amongst themselves, still under the impression that she was not only mute but one of them now.

Damian seemed to grow more irritable by the day, sticking to her side like glue, quieter and on edge. Separation anxiety most likely. Talia had always retained a distant aloof relationship with her own kid, but he likely never expected her to quit checking up on him entirely, to no longer keep up with his progress and watch his training. She always let him know she hadn't forgotten him entirely, in her own way. Now, she hardly glanced his direction if they happened to enter the same room.

He lasted three weeks without Talia's watchful eye, before he broke down in his own manner.

Marinette heard a soft knock on her door before it creaked open, one green eye peeking in at her, in a silent question. 

Sitting up in her bed, she tilted her head in consideration before nodding her acceptance. She observed as he slid into the room and shut the door behind him, hesitating only a moment in the doorway before marching over towards her and taking a seat, starting in on his usual tirade of random facts and observations. By now, she recognized this as a coping mechanism, his way of excusing his coming to her without outright stating that he just craved the company. A growing suspicion in the back of her mind told her that once he assured himself she wouldn't leave nor dismiss him, he might take to more quiet quality time. For now, he rambled endlessly. Eventually he tired himself out and left her alone once more.

Every other day, he made a reappearance to rant once more until he couldn't find anymore excuses to stay and left, tail practically tucked between his legs.

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Two months more passed and Talia showed no sign of returning to Damian's life, Marinette finally decided to confront the woman.

"Oh Jason, surely you know I can't escape with you, right?"

Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at the question, before realizing her own stupidity. Why in the world would she train Marinette to take away Damian if she could do so, herself? As shock overtook her, arms wrapped gently around her shoulders, drawing her into the woman's embrace.

"It would put both of you at too high a risk. I need to stay here and throw them off your trail. To control the situation until you're both too far out of my father's reach. He can't know I have any attachment to either of you for this to work. You need to blend in, mean nothing to me so that everyone overlooks you. It doesn't matter if Damian clings to you, as long as no one else looks at you twice, you're still nobody. You'll slip out and everyone will just assume you died on a mission if they even think of you."

"Can't you meet with him in private? Like you do with me?" She pleaded with Talia, heart heavy knowing she would have to eventually leave another mentor behind. Knowing how Damian hurt for his mother.

"No Jason. He's too young. He won't understand. It's best if he comes to the decision to disown me. To no longer care about me, ao it hurts less in the long run. If he barely ever knew me and I simply disappeared, if he never truly knew my love to begin with, there's less to miss. Less of him to hurt in my absence. I know it's terrible and he feels abandoned, but think how much worse it would be if I showed him love now only to kick him out of the league to never be seen again? I can't add on to that pain."

She hated how much sense that made. Whether Damian knew it or not, his mother loved him so much and was willingly sacrificing her right as his mother so he could have a better life without her. That would never make the years of neglect and abuse okay, but at least she was setting him up to move on to something hopefully better. Marinette would do everything in her power to ensure that hope became a reality.

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Three months into Talia's disappearing act, six since Damian first came to her in the training room all those months ago, he entered her room and sat without a word on the bed next to her, staring down at the floor. She waited patiently for him to find his words, but tensed upon seeing the tears well up in the corner of the child's eyes. She desperately wished to reach out to comfort him, but restrained herself, not sure how he'd take the action. Eventually, he spoke in a trembling lilt.

"Why am I never good enough?"

Sucking in a breath, she swallowed down the last of her reserve and murmured back, voice a gentle lull, if a little deep and gruff around the edges, "You are plenty enough."

His eyes snapped up to meet hers, wide and clear, "You…"

"You are so much more than you know and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve you."

He hesitated a moment, "Even mother?"

"No one who pays so little attention and offers so little love deserves the title of mother," she stated, hating herself for the words, knowing how much Talia truly did love and care, but aiming to break his connection to her at the woman's own command.

"You've never spoken to me before," he accused.

"You seemed like you needed someone to listen. And you said it yourself, I couldn't very well pose as mute if I answered all of your questions," she eased.

"And when I came here?"

"You hardly gave an opportunity to speak up in the midst of all your ranting. You don't strike me as the type to appreciate being cut off either," she teased, earning a soft blush in return.

He sobered up after a moment, looking back down towards his feet, "So if she doesn't deserve the title of Mother, I have no one."

"How do you mean?"

"Well Ras hardly deserves the title of grandfather by your definition and it's not like I have a father. So I have no one."

"And what am I then, chopped liver?"

He startled up, shooting her a bewildered look, "What?"

"You've become my personal little leech, attending all of my missions, sharing my training with me, coming into my rooms at your leisure, and yet you have no one? That hurts me deep," she attempted a saddened look, not sure how it turned out with her older, masculine features and white lined scars scattering her skin. It startled a tiny laugh out of him, so she'd take it.

"You… you want me? You actually care?"

"Of course I do, Dami. You're the closest thing to family I've got."

"Family," his inquired, tone guarded, a slight twitch in his nose and uptilt in his chin, giving away his hopeful excitement at the word.

"Yours, if you'd have me."

"That would be," he cut himself off here, trying to control himself, to not appear too eager, "acceptable," he settled on.

"Good. You're well spoken for an eight year old."

"I'm seven," he corrected with a smug smile.

"Even more impressive then," she lilted, watching as he took that to be the end of that conversation, moving to leave, only to stop with a hand on the door.

"Jason?"

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you're my family."

#jasonette #maribat #ml x dc #WFTW #part 9 #if i get writers block im going to crash so bad i just know it #cross your fingers folks #and please tell me your thoughts i live off them

[crystalk17]

Encounter With the Only Human/ Mouse of a Time

This is a chapter about how Thomas found out about Virgil’ s transformations. So far he is the only person that knows he can transform like the others. All this time Thomas has been a great Creator and friend by keeping Virgil’s secret. He wants Virgil to talk about it, but he stresses how much he doesn’t want the others to find out. Not yet.

Warning: High Anxiety, hand-holding, feeling of being trapped, Arguing, fear of the unknown. Somewhat bad thoughts about harm from another.

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Do you want to know one interesting fact about the Side’s animal forms? Not many people would think so, but the sides don’t always have control over their animal forms. Each Side has a degree of control, but most changes are brought upon by a loss of emotions.

For example, Logan tends to have the most control over his transformations. Out of all the Sides, he has the most control because he can usually look at the situation with a logical side, calming himself down. Not saying he has total control, there have been a few times when Roman and him have gotten into an argument, causing his transformation to be forced.

Now thinking about it...any time Logan is forced to transform into a bird; it is always because Roman gets under his skin and tries to out reason him on decisions with a completely different outlook than his own.

Patton and Virgil have the least control over their transformations. All it takes is for Patton to be overwhelmed with happy feelings and excitement, accidentally triggering a transformation. For the dark-colored side, it’s always the opposite. He just needs to feel uncomfortable and nervous for his transformation to kick in...that’s where the situation lies.

Virgil feels like he has to hide himself away in his room all the time. He used to be able to hang out with his fellow sides, but then Roman would start to constantly get on his case for...well...basically existing. Creativity has gotten better at accepting Virgil as a Light Side since it was evident he was not going anywhere, but there was always this pressure to fit in and not cause trouble for Thomas.

Then, on top of that general fact, he was always feeling nervous because of his instinct. The purple side could be sitting on the couch watching TV, feeling fine. Minding his own business. He could have just talked with Roman, not even a few minutes ago, but then he would see the cat. His heartbeat would rise instantly, going a mile a minute. His hands would start shaking like he just pulled himself off a ledge. He also wouldn’t be able to stand still. All because Roman, the cat just walked in and his mouse instincts were telling him to run. That’s a cat. Get away.

This would happen any time he witnessed one of the animals walk into the same room, so he just couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t risk being seen like that... So he did the simplest solution he could think of... Stay in his room. That is, until Thomas called upon him.

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Thomas was already in a situation he wished he didn’t present to his fellow sides because no one could seem to help him out. The human watched a video on YouTube. He loved it. He loved it so much he was inspired to make his own video about the content. Thomas said he would change the content but leave the plot, so it wasn’t copying, but of course Roman and Logan had some advice of their own. Logic said it would be morally wrong to take someone else's plot period. Someone else thought of it first. They would have put so much hard work into it, why take their credit away?. Just because Thomas would change a few things, that does not mean it still was not stealing. The creative side was, of course, on the opposite side of the conversation. He said as long as the video wasn't exact, Thomas would be safe. It wasn’t wrong to take inspiration from another.

In all honesty, the conversation had been going on for about an hour at this point. The YouTuber was getting tired of the conversation, and was so close to just saying “ Forget what I said, I’ll just make something else.”

Back in the mindscape, Virgil was getting ready for his own adventure. To sleep. He was also tired of hearing those two argue all day long and wanted to pass the time. What better way than to take a long nap until all of this resolved itself.

Virgil knew he was by himself. It was his room. His mindscape. But he had to make sure. He looked around his room, just expecting one of the other sides to teleport onto his property as if that would happen. He was told his room was so depressing the last time the others were in his room. Virgil looked under his bed by crouching down, looking left, then right, just to make sure everything was in its place. He then approached his door, slowly opened it up, and looked around in the hallway. He knew Logan and Roman were still with Thomas, but knowing his luck, he would get comfortable then a visitor would knock on his door like Deceit or Patton.

Anxiety looked to the left one more time, as a precaution, then slowly closed the door to give the quietness a few extra seconds to make it clear no one was in the mindscape.

Virgil sighed once the door was completely closed, leaning his back up against it to support himself. He slid to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. He placed his head down on his crossed arms and started to think out loud.

“ Now would be the time. Honestly the best time to do it. I would not be noticed, plus the other sides are busy arguing. It’s not like with a project like this Thomas would call me in any way.”

Virgil closed his eyes and sighed once more. “ Alright. Let’s do this. I can’t keep being scared to transform. I’m fine. I’m safe.”

He took a deep breath in, held it for a few seconds, then released it. When he released his breath, it seemed like he also released all his worries with that one blow. All his anxiety and shakiness stopped. He opened his eyes, noticing the purple smoke to appear. A flash of small light and it was all done. The small mouse looked around, twitching its nose and whiskers trying to recheck his surroundings. He stood up on his hind legs, looking around.

As soon as he transformed, he could just feel his senses being heightened and his surroundings seem instantly different. Everything was towering from this perspective, but in all honesty he already knew this fact. Virgil scurried across the floor trying to reach his bed.

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The creator, at this point, was irritated. He was sitting on the couch, hunched over, rubbing at his temples. He cared for and even thought of Roman and Logan as family, but this was getting ridiculous.

Thomas removed his hands from his head, peering up at the two who were basically in a screaming match at this point. He looked down once more but immediately forced himself up to see the other two.

“Look. I appreciate both of your points of view, but we are getting nowhere. We need to bring in another component into this. We need a third voice. Maybe that will help clear the room.”

Logan stopped arguing with Roman immediately. He was even in mid-sentence, talking about how many people get reported each year for plagiarism on YouTube alone. “ Wait...who are you thinking? You have all you need right in front of you. Literally.”

Thomas began to think. “ I honestly do not think Patton would help much in this situation...so why not Virgil?”

Roman stared at Thomas like he just threw up in front of them all then tried to walk away like he did nothing. “ Virgil? How would that Emo Vampire help us in this situation?”

Thomas glared at Roman. He knew how Thomas felt about calling Virgil names.

“Sorry. Habit...but still how will finding out your anxiety help with this decision?”

“In all honesty you two are making me sick of my voice. So we need something done.”The human started to call for the anxious side. Usually, if he willed his sides in the room, or he called for them by name, that particular side would show up immediately. There was never a delay...except this time.

“Virgil!” Thomas looked around in confusion. He couldn’t place it. Where was he?

Roman and Logan continued to argue, ignoring Thomas for the time being. They were in their little world probably about to change any moment from how intense the two were getting into it. Roman was getting aggravated while Logan was just standing there with his arms crossed with a smug smile plastered on his face, even though he was feeling his insides turn from the irritation.

The human walked off to the side trying to decipher why Virgil did not heed his call. He knew all of his sides always took advantage of being outside of the mindscape. He honestly didn’t know if they could ignore him anyway.

He sat down on the couch, more aggravated than when he had to explain to the other sides that the used to be dark side was not a bad guy. (We all remember those two episodes.) Thomas removed his hands from his face. He slowly lifted his head to watch the two argue some more, but something caught his eye. It seemed pitch black, but small. Thomas looked over at the two arguing one more time, realizing they didn’t notice anything and followed behind slowly. He stood up, looking around for the...creature making his way to the hall. He stopped before leaving the room and waved his hand over at Roman and Logan hoping to grab their attention. “ Ummm hey...do you mind if we continue this some other time? I don’t have to even make a video for another week anyway.”He didn’t stop looking in the hallway very curiously.

Roman abruptly stopped his arguing, looking towards the irritated human horribly confused. “ If we must.”

Logan took his turn and watched. He could easily notice from the small details and gestures that something was up. Thomas was looking all over the place, at least his eyes, his hands were shaking from his anxiety perking up, and his body was facing the hallway instead of at them. “ May I suggest, Roman, that we give Thomas here some time to contemplate the suggestions we have given him? He looks a bit overwhelmed at this point.”

Roman looked a bit taken back and humiliated since he never noticed the little details Logan must have picked up on. He was too focused on himself to even consider how Thomas was acting or feeling. “ Yes! We shall give him some time to contemplate the ideas and realize I am correct!”He raised one hand into the air while the other was near his chest, sinking down to disappear with a pose to show off. All Logan could do was roll his eyes, and somewhat his head, and sunk down, allowing a small bit of his petty side to show.

The YouTuber gave a small smile from their display of childishness but immediately walked into the hall looking for the creature. He walked in looking at all the doors trying to see if any trace was left from the creature. He about got to the end thinking to himself “ Maybe it slipped into one of the rooms?” but abruptly stopped walking when he noticed a black and smaller than normal mouse. It wasn’t small enough to slip through the cracks under the doors but was half the size of a normal full-grown animal. He could tell from his position that the creature was terrified. It was not moving, letting out a chorus of small shaky sounds.

Thomas proceeded to get closer, and with every step the mouse seemed to scrunch itself closer to the wall. Thomas stopped, so he wasn’t on top of the creature then crouched down on the ground to get even closer. “ Come here little guy. Can’t have you here. Don’t really belong here of all places.”

As he approached the rodent with his hands, he could just feel a sudden rush of anxiety and fear wash over him. It seemed like an aura was washing over him. He could just feel exactly what this creature was feeling, yet it was familiar. Thomas reached out and gently grabbed the creature in front of him, holding him in a gentle grasp. He wasn't trying to pet the mouse, not knowing where it has been, but tried to calm it down with his voice, so it didn’t escape. “I’m just going got take you back outside.” He finally noticed the purple fur netted in with the black. The mouse looked up at him, revealing its adorable features, but also dark purple under both his eyes in a messy way. There were scratches of dark purple throughout the fur only one up close would notice. He then noticed the tip was purple as well. From far away it just looked like a discolored black.

Thomas sat cross-legged on the ground holding the mouse in his lap.

Poor Virgil had no idea what was happening. He was honestly in his room in the mindscape, trying to get used to the sensation of his animal form, when he heard Thomas call for him. He tried to fight the call as much as he could, but since he was slowly developing into a Light-side he couldn’t ignore the call, just like the others. Virgil was looking at some objects on his desk when the next moment he was still a mouse and appeared in the living room with the loud and huge Light sides. Logan and Roman must have been arguing again. Internally he sighed, but it came out as a huff from the creature. Some other incidents happened and now he was cornered by this human, who didn’t know who he was.

He always dreaded this day. Being found. He just figured it would be by Patton or Roman. Not Thomas. Thomas picked his body up and placed him by his chest. All the mouse could picture was, what was going to happen? Humans hated rodents. If they didn’t, they would keep them as pets. Virgil started to physically shake and closed his eyes.

This got even worse when he witnessed his creator clasp both hands around his body. What was he doing?! Was he going to get rid of the pest here and now? Thomas was a human, but he never even seen him kill a spider. That was the logic side’s job. He saw the hands clasp around his whole form and come closer and closer to him. This couldn’t be happening. So many things were running through his head.

This is it. He wanted all Dark sides out of his life, now he will. It’s his one chance to get rid of me without protest from the others. No life without anxiety. It’s not like many of the others would care anyway. Princy would probably be rejoicing anyway.

“Virgil. Why didn’t you tell us...or at least me?” He felt his body come closer to the human’s chest, finally removing a hand.

Thomas could just feel the anxiety, along with all of his feelings of fear wash away as soon as he said Virgil’s name. The mouse looked up at his huge figure in response to his voice. Suddenly a purple smoke cloud appeared and the weight in his hands released and diminished. Virgil was sitting on the ground with Thomas with his head on his shoulder. “ I wanted to for so long. I was just too scared of all the possibilities and reactions.”

#golden retriever #cockatoo #animal #outsider #anxietey #cat #thomas sanders #roman #patton #virgil #logan #sander sides #dark side #light side #secret #mouse #gt sander sides #g/t #g/t sanders sides #gt #giant and tiny #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #tiny!virgil #giant #shrinking #transform #fact

[awhitehead17]

30 Days of Domestic Fluff: Day Thirty - I Love You’s

Summary: The first time Tim and Kon both say I love you, the other happens to be unconscious. The second time they say it to one another, they’re surprised to find it’s a mutual feeling

Enjoy! :D 

Tim wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t fucking breathing and it felt like Kon couldn’t breathe.

The Titans we’re in the midst of a battle against an extraterrestrial force, they’ve all been at it for a couple hours now but they were slowly gaining the upper hand.

As Kon was fighting off three forces who had teamed up against him, from the corner of his eye he sees a figure take a plunge into the river nearby. The flash of red and the long stick gives Kon enough time to work out it was Tim just before he dives into the water with a large splash. 

At first Kon wasn’t concerned, the water would have somewhat softened Tim’s fall and he knew his best friend was a brilliant swimmer, so he wasn’t too worried. His attention goes back to the things he was fighting, he punches one and knocks it to the ground where it doesn’t get back up and kicks the second one away to the other side of the city with his super strength

The concern comes back when he glances at the river and doesn’t find Tim at all. His best friend wasn’t on the water surface swimming back to shore nor was he already at the shore anywhere. Kon’s stomach drops at what that could mean. In record time he knocks the alien in front of him out before rushing over the water and without thinking dives into it.

He finds Tim’s unmoving body slowly sinking downwards and rushes to grab it. Once he’s got his best friend in his arms he kicks up towards the surface and swims them both to shore. He pulls Tim up and checks him over only to find that Tim wasn’t breathing.

For a dreadful moment Kon’s mind shuts down at what this could mean, it couldn’t be happening, there’s no was this was happening, Tim was not dying on him.

While his mind clocked out it seemed like his body was on auto pilot because when his mind clicks back into place he finds himself doing compressions on Tim’s chest and performing CPR. He leans over, tips Tim’s head back and blows into his airway before doing compressions again.

“Come on you son of a bitch, you are not dying on me. I won’t allow it.” He repeats the cycle again. “Come on man, please, I love you stubborn ass human being! You can’t die! Tim please!”

It was in that moment Tim’s body jerks and he’s coughing. Kon immediately rolls him onto his side while Tim empties his body of the water it had consumed. Once Tim was done Kon drags him up into a loose hug and leans against his best friend, enjoying the fact he’s alive.

As he holds his best friend’s shaking form, Kon’s mind goes back to what he had said in his panic and he freezes. He loves Tim. Not in the friendly way either, he loves Tim and he admitted it out loud. He doesn’t know whether he’s pleased or thankful that Tim was unconscious when he slipped up.

A loud explosion to the side gets his attention, right, there’s still a battle going on. For now he’ll push those feelings to the side and deal with them later on. He’ll deal with the fact that he’s in love with his best friend.

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It’s been over four days since Kon fell into a coma. It’s been three days since Tim last left the room his best friend is situated in.

Tim holds Kon’s limp hand in his own. His best friend was laid up in bed with an oxygen mask over his face and blankets that covered him up to his chest. The mask was there as a precaution, but Kon’s body should be mostly healing itself by now, when they first put him in this room to recover they specifically placed him under the window where the sun would shine through, having that extra light meant that Kon should hopefully recover quicker.

Five days ago the Titans were dealing with a crisis going on in San Fran thanks to the asshole known as Lex Luthor. He had sent an army of robots to attack the city just to the Titan’s attention, or more specifically, Kon’s attention.

While the rest of them had been busy trying to deal with the city Kon had fought against Luthor. It had been a long couple of hours but eventually Kon came and joined them in the fight against the robots and helped them win.

Tim didn’t think anything of it, his best friend seemed alright when he joined them and continued to fight as if he was at 100%. It wasn’t until the end when everything had been solved that Tim realised something was very wrong. Once everything had been dealt with they all grouped together, it was then that Kon keeled over, collapsing on the group unconscious.

As he looks back now Tim couldn’t really remember all the details, everything had blurred into one once he saw Kon go down. All he can recall is lots of yelling, pushing, shoving, panic and distress. The next thing he knows is that two days had gone by and he was now in a room where his best friend was placed when he fell into a coma.

During his time with Luthor, Kon had been stabbed with kryptonite but because of how deep it was in Kon, they had to perform surgery in order to get it all out of him. Tim’s not sure who did the surgery but all he knows is during that time, Kon fell into the coma and no one knows when he’s going to wake up. By now it’s been a few days but there’s still hope yet. It reminds Tim of when his dad fell into that coma and he took up residence with Bruce all those years ago.

Tim strokes his thumb along Kon’s knuckles as he looks at Kon’s still pale face. He wants his best friend back, there’s no way he’s going to be able to go through losing him again. “Kon you better wake up you hear me? You’re strong Kon, please just wake up man.”

His voice disappears in the quietness of the room, evaporating into nothing.

“Once you’re awake I’m going to give you such a beating to your stubborn and stupid ass,” which is true, he’s going to lecture Kon on not telling them he was stabbed as soon as it happened, “Please Kon, I love you and I can’t lose you again.”

As soon as he stops speaking, he freezes, registering the words he just said. He loves Kon. Of course he loves him, Kon’s his best friend but deep down Tim knows his feelings go way beyond friendly. He loves Kon and he just admitted it out loud. He doesn’t know whether to be grateful or disappointed Kon’s unconscious when he said that.

Tim wasn’t religious but in that moment he could kiss God because Kon starts to shift underneath the blanket and lets out a low groan, “What…?”

Tim then knew he was going to be alright.

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“Man, how do you even put up with these things?” Kon mutters irritably as they sit down on a bench.

Tim chuckles as he watches Kon yank the tie from around his neck off and as he undoes a couple buttons of his shirt, “With a great amount of patience and the knowledge of Alfred helping to cater the food.”

Kon shakes his head, “I don’t know how you do it, these lives that you live. One minute your Tim Drake, next your fearless Red Robin, then you’re Timothy Drake Wayne.”

“I’m just… used to it I guess. I haven’t really known anything else.” Tim comments quietly. It’s true of course, it’s all he’s ever known since his early teen years, and now it’s easy to slip into the mask he needs at that moment. He doesn’t particularly like it but it’s who he is.

They sit on the bench in silence, both of them taking in the warm night and the rare sight of a clear sky, if Tim looks close enough he could see stars sparkling up there.

They’re both at a Wayne Gala charity event. Bruce had told Tim he could have a plus one, so he asked Kon to come along to keep him company. His best friend had only mildly protested at the idea but came nonetheless. They’ve decided to get a breather only two hours into the thing.

“Thanks for coming Kon, I appreciate it.” Tim says glancing at the meta beside him.

Kon looks at him back and waves a hand dismissively, “Ah it’s alright, thanks for asking me.”

“Well it was either you or Bart,” Tim says smirking, “You just happened to be the one I can control easier.”

Kon snorts at that, “Yeah right, like you could control me? Be honest and just tell me that you didn’t want Bart here because you want food left for everyone else.”

“Alright you got me!” Tim laughs putting his hands up in a surrender gesture. “But seriously, thanks I know these aren’t the most exciting.”

They share a smile and fall silent. It was comfortable but Tim couldn’t help but get a sense that there was something else in the air, there was something buzzing between the two of them. Tim could probably guess what it was but didn’t want to admit.

“Hey dude,” Kon starts, he moves so he’s sitting up and facing Tim, “There's something I need to talk to you about.”

Tim feels his heart starting to pound inside of his chest, “Anything. I’m here.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but something’s been off between the both of us. I can’t say what it is but I need to get something off my chest,” his best friend looks almost pained as he talks and without thinking Tim leans over and grabs his hand, holding it reassuringly. It seems to encourage Kon to go on, “God, I don’t even know how to say this, it could ruin everything and I don’t want it to because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would do-”

“I love you.”

“-without you… What?”

Tim blinks at him in horror, he just admitted he loved Kon in front of Kon. “I love you.” He did it again! He gapes hopelessly at Kon, after a moment seeming to find his words that all pour out like word vomit, “I love you Kon and have done for a long time. Only this isn’t like a friendly love anymore, I can’t live without you and when you were in that coma weeks ago I was so petrified but I knew then that I loved you.”

Kon’s blinking at him and Tim wishes he would just say something, anything! When Kon swallows Tim could hear it, he gives the meta’s hand a squeeze before pulling away, however before he could move it Kon’s hand captured his own and laced their fingers together.

“I love you too dude, and have done for a while now as well. As I was saying I don’t know what I would do with you. The other month when you almost drowned I was so scared that I was going to lose you, that’s when I realised it.”

Tim smiles, feeling a massive weight lifted up off of his shoulder as they look at one another. Not a moment later he slides across the bench to capture Kon in a hug. He plants his lips against Kon’s and feels his best friend press back, his lips move against Tim’s and his arms wrap around him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #30 days of domestic fluff #I Love You's #fluff #sappy shit #injuries #coma #getting together #fanfiction #light humour #idiots in love

[renxzs]

Twinkle Lights

Pairing: Peter Quill x Gamora

Summary: Peter arranges a Christmas surprise for Gamora.

Warnings / Tags: fluff

Word Count: 1,188

“Peter... what are we doing?”

Peter caught, just barely, the slight underlying tension in her voice. She tried to hide it, to keep her tone light. Peter understood though; he knew Gamora trusted him, but he also knew that depriving her of one of her senses was probably innately unsettling for her. She was trying though, for him, and it was just one more thing on the unending list of reasons why he was already so in love with her.

He hadn’t told her that yet. But he hoped to, soon.

Gamora continued to take tentative steps forward as Peter walked slightly awkwardly behind her, guiding her direction with his large hands securely over her eyes. A thick blindfold was also tied around her head, but Peter was unsure to what extent her enhanced vision capabilities extended to. So his hands were extra precaution. Plus, he enjoyed whatever opportunity he got to touch her or hold her close.

Peter couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice, “I told you—it’s a surprise, Mora.” His stomach flipped as they drew closer to his intended destination, both excited and a little nervous for her to see what he had put together.

A few weeks back, he and Gamora had been lounging in bed together, basking in the rarity of a quiet day off. Their relationship was still on the newer side, so much of their time and energy was pored into learning one another, be it through physical intimacy - which Peter really loved to do - or through the exchange of seemingly endless stories and secrets. He loved that just as much.

Their conversation had shifted to a Terran holiday Peter remembered as Christmas. Gamora couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she listened to Peter recount stories of building snowmen with his mom, gifts wrapped in various colorful papers and packages, all the foods and sweets, the time spent with family, and traditions such as decorating the Christmas tree, baking cookies, and decking the house out in twinkle lights. Peter was amused to find Gamora most fascinated with the idea of twinkle lights everywhere. She seemed absolutely enamored with the idea of what that would look like. He gave a chuckle and pulled her close, murmuring that maybe someday he’d be able to show her.

Upon entering the common area they frequented most on the Quadrant, Peter’s heartbeat quickened with anticipation. He was sure Gamora picked up on it but she continued to wait patiently. She could hear the nervous giddiness in his voice, “You ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed as her own heartbeat quickened a bit.

His fingers deftly untied the knot of her blindfold and it fell from her eyes. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she took in the room around her. Her dark eyes wide and glistening with the reflection of hundreds of twinkling lights dancing around her. The ability to close her mouth felt impossible in the moment, absolutely awestruck with the warm beauty surrounding her.

Peter’s lips stretched into a smile, watching as she turned in a slow circle, taking in as much as she could.

Peter spoke softly, as if afraid to shatter the magic of the moment, “You said you wished you could’ve experienced a Christmas like we had on Earth... so, I thought why not bring Christmas to you?”

She huffed a laugh of disbelief as she continued to take in the warm glow of white lights surrounding them. Hundreds upon hundreds of sparkling lights entwined the shelves that lined the walls of the common area and outlined the door frames and outskirts of the room. She slowly approached one of the shelves and reached a hand out to the glowing bulbs in front of her but hovered just above it as if afraid her touch would break it.

“You like it?” His voice a bit tentative.

Her gaze darted to him and her features spread into the prettiest smile before shifting her gaze back to all the twinkling lights. “I love it,” she breathed.

After a moment more, Peter entwined his fingers with hers and gently tugged her toward the couch. She easily followed and gingerly sat on the plush cushion next to him, eyes following his movements as he reached out to pick up a steaming mug from the makeshift coffee table in front of them. He cautiously handed her the mug, murmuring a ‘careful, it’s hot’, before retrieving the second mug from the table for himself.

The sweet smell was already invading her senses, but Gamora slowly brought the warm mug up close to her nose for good measure as she inhaled deeply. Her mouth salivated slightly as she hummed approvingly. Peter couldn’t help the smirk as he watched her, knowing she was going to love this next surprise. His girl had one hell of a sweet tooth.

“Remember me telling you about the peppermint hot chocolate mom and I would drink around the tree?”

Gamora gently dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, resisting the urge to take a sip. “Yes.”

Peter smiled a bit sheepishly, “Well, this isn’t exactly the stuff—but it’s pretty much the space equivalent of it. Still pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.” Peter noticed her hesitation and offered her the encouragement he knew she needed to indulge. “Go ahead; try it.”

She ducked her head with a shy smile, eyes falling back to the warm mug in her small hands. The sweet aroma of the dark liquid was calling to her, and unable to resist any longer, she slowly raised the mug to her lips. She stopped just short, pausing to gently blow over the hot liquid before taking a tentative sip.

Gamora’s eyes slid shut and she had to actually work to keep from moaning as the burst of warm sweetness hit her tongue.

“I can see why this is considered a Christmas delicacy on Terra.”

Peter chuckled softly as he sipped from his own mug. “Good, right?”

She nodded her head, “Very.”

Gamora took another sip from her mug before nestling back into the couch against Peter. She pulled her legs up underneath her and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple. A sigh of contentment fell from her lips as she reveled in the comfort and sense of safety Peter’s warm body always seemed to provide her. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked back at the breathtaking sight of twinkling lights in front of her.

A warmth spread through her chest that extended throughout the rest of her body. Warm sweetness filled her nose, a soft smile danced on her lips, and love beat through her heart for the man sitting next to her.

“Thank you,” her voice soft. She snuggled further into him.

Peter pressed his lips to her temple once more. “You’re welcome.” He tightened his grip and pulled her closer. “Merry Christmas, Mora.”

Gamora smiled and nestled further into his warmth. If this is what Christmas was like on Terra, she hoped this was something she and Peter could share together every year.

*I do not own the picture - all credit belongs to the original creator*

#Starmora #Peter Quill x Gamora #Guardians of the Galaxy #Marvel #fanfic #Renxzs fic #Guardians of the Galaxy fic #Marvel fic #Peter Quill #Gamora #Starlord #Christmas

[uncomposed-witing]

What Makes a Hero pt 4

Finally got around to getting this next chapter done. Finals have been killing me so sorry for the delay. (y/n) finally gets a small interaction with UA! leave some comments in the notes if you want the story to head in a certain direction! Enjoy! :) The next morning (y/n) woke up to the soft clicks of handcuffs tightening before the cold metal kissed her skin. Eyes flashing open she yanked her hands towards herself pulling Kurogiri next to her face.

“What are you doing?” she seethed through clenched teeth.

“We’re about to head out. I’ve been asked to move you to the other room,” he explained calmly.

“And what are these for then?” she asked shaking her wrists to add emphasis, the chains clanking against each other.

“Shigaraki said to put them on as an extra precaution.”

“So not only am I still injured and barely able to move,” she said indicating her broken rib and ankle. “I’m also going to be locked into my personal torture chamber and be handcuffed?”

“I know its not ideal--”

“Not ideal!” (y/n) yelled. “I swear when I get my hands on him---”

“You’ll what?” Shigaraki stepped into the room. “You can’t do anything to me. But I can do whatever I want.” Looking her over he added “Maybe we should get a muzzle for her as well… she’s looking a bit rabid”.

(Y/n) lunged for him but was stopped by Kurogiri holding onto her handcuffs. Sighing he opened a warp gate and she was immediately locked into the light room. As the light invaded every sense and blinded her with pain, she could vaguely make out the sound of people walking past until she was surrounded by silence. The light quickly drained her of all her strength and instead of fighting she curled into a ball on the floor and closed her eyes.

After a little bit the light didn’t hurt as much. Blinking open her eyes, she noticed the lights in the room were off. People were muttering outside her door.

“It’s out in every room.” a voice said.

“It must be that warp guy’s quirk. It’ll probably come back as soon as they’re back and the gate closes.” a second voice responded.

“Should we be worried about (y/n)? Now that the lights are off?”

“Nah, she’s fine. That room keeps her pretty comatose plus she’s injured and chained up. She might as well be dead in there.”

Grunting they both walked down the hallway. Slowly, (y/n) sat up, hissing at the pain throughout her body. Crawling over to the door she couldn’t believe her eyes. The door was unlocked. Shigaraki forgot to lock the door since she was warped in, and no one else bothered to check. She shakily rose to her feet, gripping the doorknob to support her weight. This was her chance. Turning the knob she froze. ‘What if it didn’t work? What if she was caught trying to escape again?’ She shuddered before steeling her nerves. She was done being a prisoner. She would escape or die trying.

Easing the door open she looked out the hallway. No one was there. She walked down the hallway until she was in the bar. The warp was still open! Hobbling over towards the gate she stopped when she heard the voices from before.

“How’d you get out?!” it was the same villain who challenged her in front of all the recruits that day.

“You’re really annoying, you know. What’s your name anyway?” she asked turning around to face him.

“Kai, Shigaraki’s going to kill us if he finds out she got out.” said the other henchman

“Ah, Kai. Well, I really don’t have time for you…”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kai laughed while forming a whip of boiling hot water at her. It wrapped around her torso.

Screaming in pain, she quickly formed a wall of darkness and flung it out towards them slamming them into the wall. Turning around she stepped into the warp gate just as a knife lodged into her shoulder. The strange feeling of being warped washed over her until she stood in a domed building. Fighting was happening all around her. Her attention was snapped to All Might and Nomu except Nomu was...losing. He was rapidly taking hit after hit and having no time to regenerate. Suddenly he was hit with a punch that threw him straight out of the building.

No one had noticed her yet until a teenager with red hair said, “Not another one”. Suddenly everyone’s attention was on her including Shigaraki. (Y/n) just starting laughing doubling over as his eyes narrowed at her and he bagan furiously scratching at his neck.

“How?!” He screamed.

Before she could respond her attention was grabbed by a blond student. “Tch. Just another dumbass for me to blow away.”

Turning away from him she smirked as she heard him yelling at her for turning her back to him. She faced Shigaraki as she yanked the knife out of her shoulder blood dripping down it and splattering on the ground. The blonde suddenly stopped yelling looking at the scene in front of him. She tossed it at his feet. She took a step forward but her broken leg gave out making her collapse.

Shigaraki was suddenly in front of her with his hand about to wrap around her arm and turn it to dust. She braced herself for pain that never came. Instead, he staggered back falling to the ground. She looked back and saw the pro heroes had arrived.

“Grab her!” Shigaraki shrieked, but as Kurogiri moved to grab her, she turned herself to shadow. Shigaraki was shot 2 more times before Kurogiri left (y/n) and grabbed him warping them back to their hideout.

Her body flickered back leaving her curled up on the floor. She looked down at her ankle and saw it hanging at an odd angle again. Her eyes fluttered closed. She was finally free.

Her eyes shot back open as she heard footsteps approaching. It was the blonde from before and a guy with red and white hair. Both were on guard.

“Back off. I’m really not in the mood to beat anyone else up right now.” She groaned

“Not in the mood?! You couldn’t hurt anyone in the state you’re in.” the blonde snarled.

“Bakugo…” the red and white hair boy warned.

Laughing (y/n) sat up before she spat out some blood. Ugh, she hated the metallic tang lingering in her mouth. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she looked to the 2 boys. “Bakugo is it? Why don’t you be a good lap dog and just leave me the fuck alone? I’ve had a long day.” 

He took a step forward small explosions coming off his hands but was stopped by the pro heroes telling the students to go outside while they dealt with the injured.

Laying back down she closed her eyes until she heard a female’s voice asking if she was dead.

“Well she’s not one of our students.” stated another voice.

Opening one eye she looked at the heroes surrounding her and sighed before closing her eyes again.

“I’m not dead. I’m not a threat. I just want some damn sleep.”

“Midnight…” a voice said

Suddenly a pleasant smell filled (Y/n)’s senses and her head became foggy.

#bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #todoroki shouto #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri #all might #midnight #bakugo x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader

[oneeyewonder91]

Poopin’ at the Musical Food Fest!

It’s time for another pooping adventure! As a famous character once said “take chances, and get messy”. I took that literally this past weekend when I ventured to a local Macaroni and Cheese/Jazz festival. It’s an interesting combination, but made for a cool place to try messing and wetting in public. This adventure was recommended to me by the awesome blogger @poopypantsaudrey

So I have been constipated for a few days now. Not sure why, but I am going to blame the changing of the weather, so heading to the festival knew I was in for an very large poop. Add in my slight intolerance to dairy, I was sure I would be a mess. I choose a nice pair of undies, plus domed a second pair over them for extra support of my load. I also choose a pair of lighter beige pants to show off more staining if that happened (which I was hoping to get a little at least).

I arrived slightly after the festival opened and people were beginning to trickle in. A brass Jazz band was on stage playing a snappy tune and the atmosphere itself seemed to vibrate with each note. I knew that this would be a good adventure. At this point, I could feel the poop that had settled in my intestine beginning build up pressure, but we were still in the early stages of urgency.

I decided first thing was first, get some drinks in me to build up the bladder pressure with the bowel pressure, so I moseyed over to the winery tent to grab a glass and enjoy the music. Choosing a white wine, I sat down to hurry up and wait for the big moment. The wine went down smooth as silk, and soon I decided to try a second glass. As the second glass went down, I could feel the wine join the 3 glasses of water I drank before leaving the house. I knew I would have to pee soon, but I wanted to get super desperate.

Time for food!

Mac and cheese has been a favorite of mine since I was a kid, so I was really looking forward to trying some unique versions of a classic. Selecting first a bacon and truffle version, I paid for my food and took a seat at a picnic table to enjoy. The reaction of my stomach was almost exactly what I predicted. After half of this small bowl of pasta, my stomach and bowels were already saying, “Hey, can we try something with less dairy?” Sorry guys, but there is more pasta to come. I next selected a Gorgonzola variety to add a stronger cheese to the mix. My body was now telling me to stop.

It had been about an hour since the wine, and my my bladder was at a 7. Couple that with my growing evermore urge to poop, and I knew the time was coming.

In order to help things along, I went to walk around. There were a number of different organization out fund raising and musicians and instrument stores showing off their skills, so I examined a few guitars that caught my eye. Desperation growing as I was looking around, I gave small little pushes to try and get the poop to the point I wanted it at.

It was time to try another sample of cheesy goodness, and as I left the exhibit area, I gave another push and knew I was a minute away from pooping my pants.

Breathing slowly, I took a few steps forward, trying to hold on as long as I could.

A cramp struck, and struck hard.

BOWELS: Hey listen, we here at bowel control are sending out a warning to him, don’t take another step

I tethered on my spot, swaying back and forth. I wanted to get somewhere to sit down to poop, but didn’t know if I could make it.

But I needed to try. Raising my right foot, I took a cautious.

BRAIN: He’s taking another step.

BOWELS: Ok, engage poop, but just pop it out a small bit and give him a warning fart

A small bit of gas escaped me as the tip of a large poo slide out between my buns and stopped. Looking around, I knew now I would never make. Slowly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small bit of change and nonchalantly dropped it on the ground. Crouching down, I gave a hard push and with a airy fart, and huge turd slid out of me and flopped into my underwear. The warmth of it made me smile, and as a family walked past me, I pretended like I was just counting my change. I pushed again and felt more poop fill the unoccupied space in my pants. I am sure there was somewhat of a bulge, but nothing to noticeable....yet.

As the last bit exited my colon and found a home in my pants, I stood up and felt the weight in my hind region sagging my pants. There wasn’t an obvious smell, but the wind was blowing, so someone may have smelled me but wouldn’t be able to pinpoint it. Looking around, I saw one of the food vendors at his stand nearby portioning our a new batch of his pasta. Walking over, I asked him what was in it. He proceeded to tell me it was his grandmother’s recipe and was a spicy Mac and cheese with jalapeños. I wasn’t hungry, but I did need to pee. So as we continued our conversation, with him on one side of a counter and I on the other, I slowly started to pee, letting the flow pick up by itself until I could feel the warm pee flowing down my legs. My shoes got wet, but I wasn’t that worried about it. It felt so good to let the floodgates open that I almost sighed, but managed to contain myself. 😊

As I finally finished peeing, I thanked him for all the info, and left. I couldn’t believe what I had done: I peed right next to someone and he never knew! The experience of doing that was a huge rush and was a rush I had never experienced before.

Feeling like I should probably make my exit, I headed for the gate and to the car. I exited the festival and then realized I had forgotten something I wanted to do. Another blogger had recently had an adventure where they plopped down in a chair and smashed the poopy down. I really wanted to try this. But where to try it? Looking around the parking area, I spotted a group of extra chairs that were stacked up waiting in case the need for extra seating arose. Seeing no one close by, I walked over and unfolded one of the steel chair and set it on the ground. I turned my back to it and speedily sat down on in with SPLAT. The harder poop pushed up into my butt as the softer poopies go squish. Immediately, the smell of poop that wasn’t noticeable before now became very noticeable. I wiggled around to make sure the poopy was good and flat and then stood up. My pants weren’t nearly as weighted down now, but I felt like I had made a giant pancake. I walked to the car, put down two towels as a precaution and drove home with the windows down. Didn’t want that smell to linger.

After a shower and cleaning my shoes up, the pairs of underwear and pants were disposed of and I had a chance to reflect. I had a really awesome time doing this adventure, hope that I will get another chance to do one similar to it in the future. With Thanksgiving coming for us USA folks, there is a big parade planned for the big holiday. I’m thinking about trying to get up to some messy fun there, but that is a story for the near future.

Until then though, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this adventure. If you have any suggestions for future adventures, feel free to throw them out there.

Until next time, keep up the wetting and pooping everyone!😊😊😊💩💩💩💩

[isarose2]

Here we go. part 1

This is a part of my fanfic Lost and Found, it follows 'well this should be interesting'.

Mary awoke early in the morning, she was ready to get going to the airport, they were going far enough away to require a small flight but they were all going to find there own ways to the airport.

She knew the way by memory as she has seen almost the entire way by foot. But today she would go by cab, because she felt she deserved the extra rest while in the cab.

She got herself dressed in her simple traveling outfit and had her light breakfast, she had made sure to eat all the perishable food in her refrigerator, and packed a couple of dry snacks in her bag for the trip. It would be nearing noon by the time they landed and she didn't want to be peck-ish, plus it was her experience never to buy food in an airport.

She looked around at her apartment for one last time, sighed and went out. She would miss the little spot she made for herself but she couldn't help the apprehension that came with the thought of returning. She had traveled so much she was kind of a little frightened of returning to the same place again. Even though she would sometimes go to the same city or location for shoots she would make sure that her accommodations would always be different. Never in the same place long, never in the same place twice. That was her motto, that's what kept her going, she was a social enough person to be able to adapt well enough into any location but she was still scared.

She got out of her building and went to the awaiting cabbie.

While on the car ride she looked towards the city, the cabbie was an older woman which was not that uncommon but still comforting. Mary had never had an issue with transportation but everything about the day was like waiting for the roller coaster to finally reach the top only to dive down.

She made it to the airport early, she had had enough issues with airplanes to know to come early.

She made it throguh the lobby to find the Wayne E. guide who was waiting for other models to arrive. To absolutely no one's surprise Damian was also early. He looked to be on his tablet looking through some documents and silently reading.

As soon as she informed the guide of her presence she went to sit as far as she could from the bratty billionaire. That didn't exactly meant that she didn't feel his gaze on her the moment she sat, but when she looked up she noted that he went back to his own business.

She messaged her manager, even though the woman would probably not even read the message until later on she wanted to do something while they waited. She opted not to take her laptop so she was kind of on her own for the next two weeks. She decided to busy herself by reorganizing her bag for when they went through security.

It wasn't long from that they were assembled together to go through airport security. It went as smoothly as one would expect.

Then she was seated once more this time near the gate, she had been distracted with following the guide that she didn't pay too much attention to her surroundings.

"are you normally this bored at airports?" a voice she didn't want to her sounded.

"What?" She asked politely to Damian.

"Given the 'projects' you have been a part of one would presume that you would know your way around airports and traveling yet you seem somewhat lost" he said boredly.

He was baiting her, she knew it, he wanted to get more info out of her, he had access to her previous work experience and he knew that she was an avid traveler. He wanted to know from her.

She inhaled, and exhaled. Then looked up at him with a smile, "Well I do know how to pack for the occasion, and I took extra precautions as to not strain myself. After all we models must look our 'best for the shoot' right"

Petty, she knew it, but she was hired for her experience, professionalism, and dedication. Not because some brat wanted to get back at her by making the shoot uncomfortable for her… right?

He arched a brow, "of course, yet the shoot won't start until tomorrow?"

She blinked, "yeah, but that doesn't mean that I can't get good rest today. Besides what would I need with a bunch of frivolous gadgets?"

"Pardon?" Damian asked.

Opps. Probably not the best opening line to someone who ran a tech company. "I mean…(swallow) a computer is for doing work that requires a key board or at least external drive. I don't need to do either as I have finished all my homework and class work early before coming here. As for a tablet I don't have one and my phone isn’t exactly the most top of the line for me to be playing games or going on social media with it. That being said I also have no interest in that, if I want to read the news then I could always watch the news network or read the paper, right" there she said it, as for a modern age model she just wasn't in a place with herself to be able to afford stuff and at the end of the day she just wasn't interested. She preferred to learn from written word or real life. From her trainers or books.

She looked at Damian who was mystified, no that's not it, was he surprised by her answer but not weirded out.

She sighed in relief however when the announcement came for boarding the plane. She hadn't noticed how crowded it had gotten. She got up fast and before Damian could respond or react she bolted for her group. About a half hour from that she was in the plane trying to relax herself from yet another award encounter with the rich boy.

It was something that she was uncomfortable with talking about but she was scared of making a close enough connection that could blow up in her face. Her world was already full of that. Connecting with others gave her strength but it also scared her, because the closer people got the more they saw that she wasn't like them. She looked out the window to see her reflection, only the more she looked the more she saw her differences and her 'alien' appearance showed itself to her.

#fanfic #batman #bat family #batfam

[gorobayetworld-blog]

Bangladesh look to regroup after Antigua disaster

Big PictureAfter the first Test in Antigua ended a couple of hours before the Brazil-Belgium World Cup quarter-final last week, there was some mock appreciation from Bangladeshi fans; at least their cricket team didn't clash with the football. Some even suggested that if the second Test ends by the fourth afternoon, they could all watch the World Cup final - on July 15 - uninterrupted. It is an expression of disappointment after the dismal performance in Antigua. They didn't just get bowled out for 43 in the first innings, Bangladesh barely improved upon it in the second, and to top it off, they bowled poorly, too. West Indies, on the other hand, had the perfect game in Antigua. Kemar Roach burst through the Bangladesh top order before Jason Holder and Miguel Cummins cleaned up the lower order in only 18.4 overs. It was more of the same in the second innings, where Shannon Gabriel took a five-wicket haul, with Cummins and Holder claiming the other five. On the batting front, Kraigg Brathwaite prospered with a seventh Test century. Contributions from Devon Smith, Kieran Powell, and Shai Hope gave them a 400-plus total, which was nine times more than Bangladesh's first-innings 43. West Indies also caught very well, not allowing Bangladesh any second chances. Only Nurul Hasan got out of Antigua with any semblance of respect thanks to his counter-attacking 64 off 74 balls. It is likely that the team management will now add an eighth batsman, a usual measure that they tend to take after a particularly heavy defeat. It would mean they would go into the game with one fewer bowler, which would further burden Shakib Al Hasan's all-around duties. Mehidy Hasan Miraz, Abu Jayed, and Kamrul Islam Rabbi bowled well in patches but Rubel Hossain's ever-increasing bowling average shows he may not be cut out for Test cricket. The onus is on the likes of Tamim Iqbal, Mushfiqur Rahim, Shakib Al Hasan and Mahmudullah to bail them out. But it won't be an easy task against an in-form West Indies side. Bangladesh also suffered an injury blow on the eve of the Test, with fast bowler Shafiul Islam spraining his right ankle during fielding practice. He is likely to be out for three to six weeks and will return home after this Test.Form guideIn the spotlightAfter Bangladesh had been bowled out for just 43, Kraigg Brathwaite showed exactly how to bat in Antigua. He struck a century after almost 12 months, the seventh in his career, and will once again test Bangladesh's patience.Nurul Hasan's inclusion as the specialist wicketkeeper was a surprise, but he made sure it would be hard to drop him, with a gritty half-century in the second innings. Tamim said that Nurul's innings was an inspiration for the rest of the batting line-up, but can the rookie step up further?Team newsAlzarri Joseph is likely to replace Kemar Roach - who has hamstring trouble - ahead of Keemo Paul. Shimron Hetmyer may also have to wait for his chance, with West Indies likely to stick to the combination that inflicted an innings defeat on the visitors. West Indies (probable): 1 Kraigg Brathwaite, 2 Devon Smith, 3 Kieran Powell, 4 Shai Hope, 5 Roston Chase, 6 Shane Dowrich (wk), 7 Jason Holder (capt), 8 Devendra Bishoo, 9 Miguel Cummins, 10 Shannon Gabriel, 11 Alzarri Joseph After a poor batting performance, the Bangladesh management usually picks an extra batsman in the following game for damage control. If that's what happens in Jamaica, either Imrul Kayes or Nazmul Hossain Shanto would be the eighth batsman. Bangladesh (probable):1 Tamim Iqbal, 2 Liton Das, 3 Mominul Haque, 4 Mushfiqur Rahim, 5 Shakib Al Hasan (capt), 6 Mahmudul lah, 7 Nurul Hasan, 8 Mehidy Hasan Miraz, 9 Rubel Hossain, 10 Abu Jayed, 11 Kamrul Islam RabbiPitch and conditions On the eve of the match, Shakib Al Hasan said there would be "little more consistent pace and bounce than in Antigua" and he expected a "true wicket". There's a forecast of a light shower in Kingston early on the first day, but it's clear skies for the rest of the game. Quote"[Kemar Roach] just had a slight hamstring strain and we took a precaution in terms of resting him. He's obviously a big loss, Kemar's been doing well with the new ball and also coming back and taking wickets, but I think Keemo Paul is a more than capable replacement and then we have Alzarri [Joseph] as another option, so we'll see what happens tomorrow morning." Jason Holder gives little away on who will replace Kemar Roach in Pitch and conditions "It is obviously a very important game for us. It is important how we start the game, whether we bowl or bat first. We need to start well regardless. We have to win every session and only by doing that we can win the match." Shakib Al Hasan is clear about what his team needs to do

#cricket