#them: but what if i fueled the flames of your thoughts on this gross thing?? :3
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having friends willing to indulge in discussing your weirdest kink desires is such a dangerous game
#me: i hate that ive been thinking about this gross thing#them: but what if i fueled the flames of your thoughts on this gross thing?? :3#me: goddammit#indecent ramblings
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QUICK FIX - Nebula x Reader
details: fluff oneshot , fem/nby reader. this is somewhat of an AU where nebula sticks around after yondu’s death for a bit
summary: you’re an electrical engineer temporarily hired by the guardians for ship repairs and general weapon tinkering. nebula’s cybernetic arm has been acting up a little lately, so it’s a good thing you’re around to help! if she’ll let you.
You never thought being on a spaceship for not even a month would drive you this insane.
A few weeks back, you got a request to stay on a ship for a little while to be around for emergency repairs, since this band of weirdos seemed to always be having emergencies. When you saw it was the Peter Quill who wanted to hire you, you immediately accepted. Who hasn’t heard of them! It isn’t every day you get to hang out with the Guardians of the freakin’ Galaxy, even if you were just the repair guy.
Unfortunately, the crew here was just as unstable as their ship. It was a wonder how they didn’t blow the whole thing up from impromptu ‘weapon tests’, which consisted of the guardians firing blasters at each other in some twisted game of tag. They were a little rowdy for your taste, but you all got on well enough.
Peter, despite his douchery, was actually a pretty normal guy. He even liked to joke and have fun like your friends back home. He cared a lot about his ship, which you found a little respect in. He’d instruct you on the problems, and you’d find a solution. That always earned you a high-five or a pat on the back. The others seemed to tolerate him, especially Gamora. Your interactions were short and sweet, but she was kind. You noticed her get a little looser whenever Quill was around. It was gross in a sweet way.
On the other hand, Gamora’s sister was as far as you could get from social. She hasn’t said a word to you the entire time you were here. Sometimes you forgot she was even part of the team. On the rare occasions she’d leave her room, she was never around for long. You’d look at her as she passed by sometimes, wondering what she was like under her intimidating black eyes and cold shell.
You didn’t think about that for too long. You could tell her friendship had to be earned, like a wild animal that you had to let come to you. She seemed to be having a few problems lately. Technical difficulties. You heard from Rocket that her cybernetic arm [which you still think is insanely cool] has some problems shifting to weaponry mode. You wondered if she’d approach you about that.
Right now, you were fixing an airlock malfunction at the main port. It was having a problem with sealing properly after it closed. Yet another emergency. With oxygen escaping, and all that. At this point, you were used to all the high-pressure and near life-threatening circumstances. You just worked with your space visor on, which was coming in more and more handy these days. Everyone was in their respective rooms. You were alone out here at last!
There was one little problem though - your blowtorch was fresh out of juice. If only there were someone on this ship with a blowtorch arm modification! And if only it WORKED!!!
You exhaled through your nose at the thought of Nebula suddenly turning up to offer her help. It was the most unlikely thing in the galaxy, probably. No way that would happen. Just as you stood to go inform Quill about you issue, you nearly bumped directly into the girl you least expected to see.
“Ah- geez! You snuck up on me!!” You exclaim, surprised that she seemed to have indirectly read your thoughts. Nebula just looked at you, black eyes seeming to pierce right through you. You shivered. Looks like you had to do the talking. “Um. I’m trying to fix the air lock, but my blowtorch just ran out,” you explained, pulling the trigger to demonstrate. No flame came out. “...and last I checked, there’s no fuel for this on the ship. So, I kind of hit a dead end.”
Still, Nebula said nothing. For a moment, you wondered if she was even capable of speech. Then you heard a weird kind of… grinding sound. Both of your attentions drifted down to Nebula’s arm as it sparked and jittered in an odd way. She grunted, smacking it with her other hand. It sparked even harder, and eventually stopped moving altogether. She couldn’t even move her fingers. She let out a noise of rage, shaking the immobile part. You couldn’t hold in a little giggle. Her head snapped up to face you, and you instantly went silent.
“Is this funny to you?” Nebula demanded, voice deep and serious. You hadn’t heard her voice before. It was powerful and threatening. She meant business, and it felt like you wore pyjamas to the interview. You took a step backwards, a little worried for your own safety. She may not have a functional arm blaster, but she could still knock your lights out.
“No, no, sorry. Very serious.” You said quickly, avoiding her glare. She let out a short sigh, now more closely examining her malfunctioned part. You looked, too. If only she’d let you get in there, you could fix it… “You know, I could try and help you out with that.” You offered nervously, hoping she wouldn’t just turn around storm off.
“What makes you think I need your help?” The luphomoid snapped, jerking her head at you. You dropped your gaze a little. You kind of expected this reaction.
“Well, it’s just… it could be a little hard to repair one-handed, if you planned on doing it yourself.” You tried to reason. She looked at you, eyes narrowed like this was a trick.
“I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own.” She told you firmly. You nodded, stepping back a little further in surrender.
“Right, understood. Just keep in mind I’m here if you ever need help.” You hoped she’d change her mind, but she wasn’t there with you yet. She just strode past you in the direction of her room, on her way to independently repair her own arm like the badass she is. You smiled to yourself, finding this cyborg a little silly. You crouched back down and decided to take a break. You’d continue in a little. And who knows? Maybe Nebula would change her mind.
Not even 15 minutes later, you heard footsteps heading in your direction. You looked up from the wrench you were adjusting to see Nebula had, as predicted, made a return. It seems she had no such luck in making the repair on her own. She was purposely avoiding looking at you, [working] fist clenched. She was embarrassed!! You decided to pretend like you weren’t expecting it.
“Oh? Back so soon? I would’ve thought you were going to fix your arm yourself!” You teased from where you sat, a little smug. “After all, you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself.”
“Quiet!” She shouted, making you flinch. Okay, so Nebula’s not a fan of playful sarcasm. Noted. “You offered a service free of charge to me. I would be a fool to decline it.” You looked up at her, nodding in agreement.
“Yeah, that’s true. Glad you came to your senses.” Carefully, like you were trying not to spook a feral creature, you stood. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” You joked, and Nebula scoffed. She tried to roll her eyes, though it wasn’t exactly noticeable.
“Just do your job.” She spoke bluntly. You offered a smile and started to reach for her arm so you could examine it. She instantly jerked back and you retracted your hand.
“Well, I kind of can’t if you won’t let me see what’s up.” You tried to explain. Nebula’s eyes darted between your eyes and your hand, and she relaxed her shoulders just a little, almost an apologetic look drifting over her face before it was replaced with her signature cold neutrality. Slowly, she approached you and raised her arm, almost defensively. You cautiously reached out and started feeling for some sort of seam where a section could be unscrewed, but this was an odd piece of machinery. It was segmented in a lot of different ways in a lot of different places, so you weren’t really sure how to get a peek inside.
Nebula seemed to notice your confusion, so she sighed and rotated her arm so that her palm was facing upwards. On the underside, you saw a larger rectangle that stood out a bit from the rest of the metal. You quickly bent to collect a tool from your set, then stood to pry the covering off. And wow, was it even more complicated on the inside. You were used to things like this, though. Artificial automation is your jam. It didn’t take long to find the issue.
“Found your problem! Your hydraulic springs have popped out a little. I’m guessing these are what enable your arm to transition so smoothly to different physical states. If these springs undergo a lot of winding up then unwinding in a rapid manner, they can accidentally pop loose and you have to reset them.” You explained, motioning to the issue as you described it. Nebula watched intently as you spoke. “And as for the lack of movement, one of your circuits got tripped. Too much power started flowing through it, I’m guessing when you tried to force your arm to shift. Maybe don’t do that again, for future reference.”
“I see. Can you fix it?” She demanded rather than asked. You went down again to get another tool, returning with a thumbs up upon standing upright again.
“I sure can. This won’t take long,” you went quiet as you went into focus mode, recoiling the spring and even tightening a few loose bolts in other areas. You flipped a breaker off and back on again, and her arm jolted back to life. After applying a little mechanical lubricant, you closed her arm back up. “All clear!”
You confirmed you were done with a little finger-gun motion. Nebula looked at you, then flexed her fingers, which all responded accordingly. Her eyes snapped back up at you in disbelief, and you grinned.
“What did I tell you? I’m good at what I do.” You decided to toot your own horn just a little. But now it was time for the real test. Could her arm shift successfully? The panels and segments started to shift around and change, rounding where her hand was into a little cylinder-like structure. She twitched, and a small, blue flame sprouted from the tip. You looked up at her with wide eyes.
“You were trying to help me this whole time..?” You asked, stunned. She looked away from you, like she was checking if anyone else was near. The coast was clear.
“Guess we’re even.” Nebula said in a different tone that her previous harsh words. Your face crackled into a smile.
“Aw, thanks Neb-”
“If you let anyone one know I won’t hesitate to throw you into space myself. Understood?” She glared directly into your soul, making sure you knew she was serious. But you didn’t feel so threatened anymore. You kept smiling.
“Understood.”
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Could I request prompt number 16 with Peter Maximoff (the X-men one), where the reader is the owner of the handcuffs. She’s kind of a nerdy tomboyish type, who’s not suspected because everyone knows she’s got net zero experience when it comes to dating. I think she’d probably have them because what if the opportunity to have sex finally arrived and she didn’t have all of the gear? What sort of fool would she look like then? Maybe not as much of a fool as… say a woman who was explaining her stock pile handcuffs to the guy she still hasn’t confessed to… If possible I’d like it smutty please!
Hi lovely! Thank you so much for participating in the celeration (and sorry it took me so long to get to your request). I had a lot of fun writing this one! I tried to make it smutty but for some reason I couldn't :( It's more funny and fluffy than smutty, but there are a few suggestive okes here and there, I hope you don't mind and that you like it anyways!!
The one with the embarrassing secret || Peter Maximoff x Reader
Summary: A mysterious pair of black handcuffs is found which leads to a search for their owner and some embarrassing confessions
Warnings: fem!reader, my attempt at humor, suggestive tones, fluff
Word count: 4500
This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration
When Charles asked you to fix up the room down the hall on the second floor you didn't think much of it. You were excited to meet the new occupant of the abandoned room and although cleaning wasn't your favorite thing to do, at least you knew you wouldn't be doing it alone. Jean, Scott and Peter were with you and you were optimistic that you could get the job done if you put in a little effort —especially if Peter dropped the jokes and used his powers to help you.
That room had been unoccupied for so long that sometimes you forgot it even existed. It was a dump where things that no one used anymore were stored, so it was a total mess. You were so overwhelmed by the amount of things there were to do that you didn't think about the fact that you also used that room as your personal junk stash a couple of times. So you set to work without thinking about the embarrassing things you had hidden there from your former roommate, certain that you had retrieved them all the moment she left school.
That was until you heard Jean let out a gasp of pure surprise, emerging from the closet with a pair of black leather handcuffs in her hand. The world around you stopped for a moment as panic spread throughout you. The blood all over your body rushed to your face, the shame evident in your expression as you realized the horrible mistake you had made. You knew you should never have bought that stupid being. You didn't need it. You didn't even have a partner! You should never have listened to that stupid magazine article. It didn't make sense, to fuel the flames of passion in a relationship you first had to get one, something you felt would never happen. Not with your shy and awkward attitude at least.
"Who do you think these belong to?" Jean's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You let out a sigh as you looked at their expression of confusion and curiosity, realizing there was no way they could know the handcuffs belonged to you. You just had to keep your cool so as not to arouse suspicion and they would eventually grow tired of the subject, wouldn't they?
"Well, I hate to be the one to say it but this is Charles' house..." Scott said and everyone winced —yourself included— at the implications of his words.
"Eww, Scott, gross!" Jean punched him in the arm to shut him up. "I don't want to think about the professor like that!"
"You asked!" The boy defended himself, stroking his arm where Jean's fist had impacted against his skin. Although he recognized that the mental image of Professor X's private life, someone he respected and loved like a father, was not a pretty one.
"Maybe these belong to Raven," she suggested as she inspected the handcuffs in her hands. You remained silent, returning to your chores as your friends talked. It was better for them to think they were Raven's than to find out they were yours. "I mean, she lived here too and she kinda looks like she'd be into this stuff."
"I don't know," Scott hesitated. Realistically they could belong to anyone, even people they didn't know. Many mutants had passed through the school for gifted youngsters and many others had sought refuge there. It wasn't exactly easy to deduce who owned such a scandalous object.
"Whose else could they be?" said Jean, though she was interrupted before she could continue her speculation.
Peter, who had remained silent playing with junk he was finding while moving a couple of boxes, interrupted his friends' conversation when an idea formed in his mind. Using his abilities, he snatched the handcuffs from Jean's hands before she could do anything to stop him. "I know who can help solve this little mystery!" he stated with a smile, dangling the handcuffs on his fingers playfully.
"Who?" you asked him, fearing that he somehow knew the handcuffs were yours. Instead of answering you he disappeared from the room for a split second and when he returned he had on a dark leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses in his hand.
"This is a case for Detective Brad Steel, FBI," he said, speaking in a deeper tone of voice than usual as he put on his sunglasses. He looked at you with an exaggeratedly dramatic look in his eyes, acting like he was on a detective show and this was the most important case of his career.
No one could contain the laughter, not even you. You were amazed at Peter's ability to come up with stupid things that made you laugh. He had a great imagination and got bored easily, a combination that was the perfect recipe for disaster 90% of the time. Oh, but that remaining 10% where things didn't go terribly wrong was usually hilarious for everyone involved. Peter was a fun guy to have around and always knew just what to do or say to make you laugh. That was one of the things you liked most about him.
"Why doesn't Brad Steel stay to clean up like he's supposed to be doing?" you said looking at him with a raised eyebrow and your arms crossed. You knew full well he was using that as an excuse so he wouldn't have to stay and tidy up. He was like a little kid who got bored easily, especially when it came to tasks like cleaning and organizing. His world moved too fast to make sense of such things. "We could really use your talents to help out with this mess, Peter."
"I'm sorry, but Brad Steel has more important things to do. His talents can't be wasted with such trivial chores when there's so many mysteries out there that need to be solved!" Peter explained in his exaggerated FBI detective voice. You opened your mouth to complain, ready to argue with him to make him stay, but he vanished from the room before any of the three of you could say anything about it.
"Let him go," Jean said, resuming her chores. "He probably would have slowed us down more than helped us anyway."
You thought you were safe. After Peter left, you all focused on cleaning and tidying up the room as quickly as you could so you could get out of there. The conversation did not return to the subject of the handcuffs, the object easily forgotten now that you no longer had it lying around. You really thought that for once the universe had sided with you, quickly releasing you from the embarrassing moment and allowing you to have a second chance. All you had to do now was wait for the buzz to die —something you didn't think would be very difficult as Peter got bored easily with everything—, and then you could retrieve the handcuffs and make them disappear forever.
However, your hopes that this disaster would die quickly were crushed when you saw Peter talking to Professor Xavier. He still had his sunglasses on, so you didn't have to be very close to them to guess what they were talking about.
"Who used to stay in that bedroom?" you heard Peter ask a very confused Charles. "Or perhaps it was always a storage room?"
"I... I don't know, I don't remember." The professor muttered, looking at the boy with a frown. "Why the sudden interest in the room? How is any of it relevant to cleaning and organizing?"
"It's not, he's just joking!" You intervened in the conversation before Peter said something stupid. "We were bored while we cleaned up and we started a game, but it's all done now so the new guy can move in!"
You didn't give Charles time to answer you, you just gave him a smile and pushed Peter away from him. "What are you doing?" you asked him in a whispered shout. You couldn't believe he had dared to go up to the professor to ask him questions about the room. You had to stop his stupid game before things blew up in your face.
"I'm working the case," he said as if it were obvious, shrugging his shoulders.
"He can't know about this!"
"I wasn't going to tell him! I was just asking around to see what he could remember." Peter defended himself, throwing his hands up in the air at your accusing look.
"No, you were avoiding work just like you always do." You complained, crossing your arms over your chest. "Besides, do you really think he wouldn't figure it out? He's a mind reader!"
Peter rolled his eyes, annoyed at your persistence. He didn't understand why you seemed so concerned about the matter. It wasn't like you knew who owned the handcuffs, so why did you seem so concerned that Charles wouldn't find out. Unless... you were hiding something.
It didn't make sense in Peter's mind that you were the owner of the handcuffs. You weren't the kind of person anyone pictured when thinking of someone who used those kinds of sex toys. You were too innocent and indifferent to the world of love and sex for that. In fact, Peter wasn't even sure you had any experience with it. But that didn't mean you were completely ignorant of the subject. Maybe you knew who the real owner was. Maybe it was a friend you were trying to cover for. Maybe he knew the owner himself and didn't know it.
That idea piqued Peter's curiosity and unfortunately for you, that meant he wouldn't let go until he got to the bottom of it.
"Why do you care so much about people finding out about it?"
His question threw you off as you didn't expect him to pick up on your discomfort so quickly. Your brain froze for a moment, your mouth hanging open as it struggled to come up with a good lie that would get you out from under the spotlight. However, when you saw the look in his eyes you knew it was too late.
"I-I don't care." You lied, shrugging your shoulders in a desperate attempt to look relaxed. "I just think it's dumb and it could be embarrassing for whoever owns these to have the whole school spreading rumors about it." Peter squinted at you, inspecting your expression for signs that would confirm his suspicions.
"I think you're lying." He said after a few seconds of silence. "I think you know something about this whole thing and you don't want to tell me."
"I do not!" You exclaimed in a high-pitched tone that immediately gave you away.
"Are you sure about that? Because my detective instincts are telling me otherwise." He teased you, looking at you with an amused smile plastered on his face.
"Well, your detective instincts suck then cause I don't know anything." You were starting to get nervous, speaking at a rapid pace and in a high-pitched tone that was unusual for you. Peter knew you well enough to know when you were lying, but even if he didn't, it was pretty obvious.
"Why are you so nervous then?" he stepped closer to you, invading your personal space with his presence. His eyes never left yours, staring at you with a paralyzing intensity. It was hard to focus when he was so close to you. It was like he knew the effect he had on you and was using it to his advantage. Your poor brain that was already having trouble functioning properly lost all hope of recovering. You needed to get out of there, get away from him before you ended up saying something you would regret.
"You're making me nervous with your stare!" You said without thinking about how he might interpret that phrase.
"I make you nervous?" Peter repeated, looking at you with an arched eyebrow. You felt the blood in your entire body travel to your face from embarrassment at his implication. He was right to assume that, but it wasn't what you had meant.
"Not like that!" you were quick to correct. "I mean you make me nervous with youe accusatory looks."
"Why? Are you hiding something?"
"No! You know what? Forget it! Do whatever you want, I don't care." You did care, you cared a lot, but you knew that this conversation with Peter would get you nowhere. He seemed more interested in teasing you than anything else and you were dangerously close to saying something stupid, so you decided it would be best to walk away. You headed back to your room, climbing the stairs to the second floor as fast as you could. However, when you reached the last door in the corridor you discovered that Peter was waiting for you there, leaning against the wood.
"You can't escape from me, you know that, right?" he said arrogantly, giving you a cheeky grin.
"Ugh, I hate when you do that!"
"No you don't."
No, you didn't. But you still rolled your eyes, faking annoyance.
"Go away, I need to do stuff."
"What stuff?"
"It's none of your business. Let me pass."
"Not until you tell me what you know."
You let out a frustrated sigh at his persistence. It was clear that Peter wasn't going to drop the subject anytime soon and you weren't sure how much longer you could put up with his questions. He was going to learn the truth eventually, of that you were sure. His curiosity and persistence would not allow him to drop the subject. It was a matter of how and when he would find out what was at stake.
And then it occurred to you that maybe if you told him the truth, if you controlled the way he found out everything, it would be less embarrassing for you. You knew that if you told him and asked him to drop the subject he would because you were friends and Peter wasn't a complete jerk. He would playfully tease you from time to time, sure, but he wouldn't seek to really hurt you.
"If I tell you, will you let it go?"
Peter's eyes lit up at your words, like those of a child getting his way. "I pinky promise!" he nodded, raising his hand and stretching out his pinky finger for you to shake. You shook your head, unable to believe what you were about to do, but shook his finger, sealing the promise.
You pushed Peter into your room, closing the door behind you to make sure no one heard you. The last thing you wanted was for the rumor to spread around the school, that was a kind of humiliation you weren't prepared to face. He watched you intently as you paced around the room, waiting for you to speak. It was clear you were having trouble finding the right words —or the courage to utter them— which made Peter even more confused. Why was this subject affecting you so much?
"Spill it out already!" Peter exclaimed when he couldn't stand the silence any longer. His voice brought you back to reality, stopping you on your feet as your eyes locked on him. There was no easy or non embarrassing way to say what you had to say, and you knew that dragging it out would only make everything worse. Just like removing a band-aid, sometimes it was better to be quick and precise to get things over with as quickly as possible. So you took a deep breath and blurted out your excuses as fast as you could, barely breathing between words as you tried to explain your reasoning to a very confused Peter.
"You have to understand it was an impulse buy, I don't even know why I did it... in fact I was going to throw them away, but I forgot where I put them and I-"
"Wow, wow, wow, slow down a minute!" Peter interrupted you, surprise written all over his face. "Are you saying these are yours?" You felt the blood travel to your face once again, igniting your skin from the embarrassment you felt under Peter's curious gaze. You didn't trust your voice to answer him, so you just nodded your head slightly, wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn't have to face him anymore.
"How? I mean, no offense, but you don't seem like the kind of girl who would even know about these, let alone own a pair."
"Cause I'm not!" you said honestly, trying to defend what little was left of your dignity. "I haven't even had-" You stopped abruptly before finishing the sentence, realizing that confessing to the guy you liked that you were a virgin was as embarrassing as admitting that you had bought a pair of handcuffs for no apparent reason.
"You've never had sex?" He asked you after a few seconds of silence. Your gaze dropped to the floor, too embarrassed to look at him as you shook your head. If he didn't think you were pathetic before, you were sure he did now. "Then why did you buy these?"
You shrugged, unsure how to answer. Honestly you didn't even know why you did it, you just blindly followed the advice of a women's magazine —a mistake you weren't going to make again. "I don't know... I thought I might need them. There's this guy I like and I've been building up the courage to ask him out and I was scared he might think I'm lame or something if I don't have all this stuff."
Peter could tell that all this was a sensitive subject for you, so he tried to be as serious and understanding as possible. He approached you, taking a few steps until he could touch your face with his hand. He lifted your chin carefully, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. "You're not lame for not having experience in this stuff." He said in a soft voice. "And if anyone ever makes you feel that way then they're a dick and don't deserve your attention."
Hearing Peter say that put a smile on your face. His reassurance made you feel a little less pathetic, it wasn't enough to repair your bruised ego, but it did make you feel better to know that he didn't see you as a loser. You knew everyone else did, even if they didn't say it to your face. You were the weird girl who didn't fit in and had never been on a date. How could you when you acted like that? No guy would find you attractive! You weren't very feminine, always opting to hide in baggy clothes. You also didn't pay as much attention to your appearance as other girls your age seemed to do, and you weren't even interested in the world of dating and romance. It all seemed so complicated to you that just thinking about it overwhelmed you, so you were pretty sure you would die alone.
"So, who is it?" Peter's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Who's the guy that you like, the one that you bought these for?" Peter twirled the handcuffs in his fingers, fiddling with them as he gave you an amused smile. He was back to his usual goofy self, trying to lighten the mood with his jokes.
"It doesn't matter!" you were quick to say, trying hard to control your imagination and not let it picture Peter doing something more than teasing you with the handcuffs in his hand.
"That makes me think that it does matter," he remarked with amusement. "C'mon, who is it? I wanna know, please tell me." Peter spoke, stretching every syllable to the point that it was annoying —just like a child who wants to convince an adult to listen to them. He always did that and you usually found it amusing and adorable, but this time it was different because you just couldn't give in to his demands.
"That wasn't part of our deal."
"Yeah, cause I didn't know there was a special someone. Tell me who it is! I deserve to know."
"No you don't!"
"You're right, but I want to know so tell me, pleaseee."
"No!"
"Is it someone I know?" You tried to control your expressions, to remain serious so as not to expose your feelings, but it was pointless. Somehow he knew, you saw it in his eyes and in the smirk he was giving you.
"No. Actually, you don't know him." You lied, struggling to control your micro-expressions. You spoke casually, faking disinterest to see if it would get him off your back. But you sounded too casual, too disinterested, and Peter knew you were lying.
"I do know him!" he gasped at the realization. "Who is it? Is it Scott? You know he's in love with Jean, right?"
"It's not Scott!"
"Then who? Kurt?" Peter made a funny face, finding the image that had formed in his head of you and Kurt together weird. You were friends, but he didn't picture you as anything more. You weren't compatible. Even though you were both innocent, your personality was too intense for him. That would never work.
"No, ew, he's my friend!" It was your turn to cringe this time. "He's nice, but I don't like him like that. He's not my type."
"And who is your type?"
You fell silent, admiring Peter's warm eyes.
'You are my type,' you thought, feeling your heart race under his intense gaze. He was the one guy you wanted to see you in a special way, the one you sighed for when he passed you by. He owned your heart, but you couldn't tell him. Especially not now after he found out one of your most embarrassing secrets.
"It's none of your business." You said simply after a few seconds of silence, turning your back to him to escape the vigilance of his beautiful eyes.
But Peter could tell something was wrong, his instincts giving him an answer to the questions you refused to answer. It was the sparkle in your eyes and the strange tension in the air that gave him the hint. You looked at him as if you wanted to tell him something, as if you were biting your tongue to keep your heart from leading you to make a mistake. He couldn't think of a single reason why you'd try so hard to keep your mouth shut, unless....
"Is it me?" Peter asked you, appearing in front of you in a flash. His sudden movements would have surprised you if it weren't for the fact that you were used to being around him already. Being friends with Peter came with his weird behaviors and silly jokes. No, what surprised you were his words. How had he noticed? Were you so obvious?
You didn't know how to answer so you didn't say anything, you just looked at him, letting your eyes speak for you. You couldn't have formed a coherent sentence even if you wanted to, you were too mortified to do so. Your brain was spending all its resources preparing you for the worst, screaming at you not to cry the moment Peter rejected you. You knew he would try to be nice about it —there wasn't a single ounce of malice in that boy's heart—, but it would still hurt, and the last thing you needed at that moment was to humiliate yourself any further.
However, the rejection never came. Not even a look of awkwardness on his part. He only moved closer to you, invading your personal space as he reached out to caress your cheek.
"I need to hear you say it." He spoke, his voice almost a deep whisper. It took you a few seconds to process his words, brow furrowing in confusion at the gentleness of his touch. You were expecting to be rejected, even mocked for the stupid secret Peter had just discovered about you. But instead he looked at you with a special shine in his eyes, admiring you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him at that moment. That threw you off, your brain too stunned to stop your lips before uttering the most sincere response you could at that moment.
"it has always been you."
There wasn't much more you could say because Peter's lips silenced you as they crashed against yours in the most anticipated kiss of your life. You didn't have much experience in the area, but you knew that was the best kiss you'd ever had so far. Butterflies flew in your stomach and colorful fireworks exploded behind your eyes as you let him guide you, taking control of the kiss. His lips tasted sweet, like candy, something that didn't help you want to pull away from him. But eventually your lungs betrayed you, forcing you to break the kiss so you could breathe.
"I'm flattered you bought these thinking of me," Peter spoke, twirling the handcuffs in his fingers. He had a mischievous smile plastered on his lips, but there wasn't a trace of malice in his eyes. He wasn't trying to mock you, he was just trying to make you feel good about yourself. "But we don't need to use them. We can take things slow, go at your pace."
You appreciated his thoughtfulness. It was a sensitive subject and Peter wasn't precisely known for being the most serious person. But he was really going out of his way to make you feel comfortable, from the gentleness in his eyes to the calmness in his voice. He wanted to be counted as much as you wanted to be with him, and he was going to do everything he could to make his work.
"I'd like that." you smiled at him and he gave you a quick kiss on the lips as a way of sealing your commitment to each other.
"But I'm keeping these! You never know when they might come in handy." Peter put the handcuffs in his pocket, giving you a suggestive wink that did nothing but earn him a slap on the shoulder from you.
"Gross!" you grumbled, though you ended up laughing at the exaggerated scowl Peter gave you.
"Excuse me? I wasn't the one that brought them. You're the gross one for putting weird ideas in my head. I was actually as pure as a dove before you presented me with such a filthy object!"
"I'm already regretting this." you said, rolling your eyes. But Peter didn't care, he knew you weren't serious. He knew you well enough to know when you were joking and when you were really upset with him. He could always tell in your eyes, something changed in them when he crossed a line. He didn't know how to describe it, but it was obvious when it happened, so he always knew when to stop joking.
And at that moment, despite your crossed arms and your look of annoyance, he could see nothing but love in your eyes.
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Different anon here (putting that just in case so you dont get mad or whatever), you did hit first. Claiming others are "icky" or "dangerous" is a lot more serious than you think, especially with lots of followers like you. And if you wouldn't mind me saying this, but it doesn't look like a sincere apology to me when you add the last bit that says "Well. We hurt each other so there". Can't you apologise without making things about yourself? The reply isn't meant for me, but I kinda notice you have this tendency where you make things about yourself in the end in a lot of your old replies concerning this issue you made for yourself. Which I think also helped fuel the flames to the old problems you faced. Idk, maybe its cause I'm so sick of seeing popular fanfic writers/artist control fandoms whether unintentionally or not. They also apologise like you, making the other party look bad by making it all about themselves.
(First off if this comes off as angry I apologize, I'm not angry I'm tired and confused)
I mean. Yeah I did say that it was gross, but I'm pretty sure I've already said that the error that caused the problem was that I had a completely different perception of what I was talking about than what was actually being said (a genuine error on my part), and also that I didn't realize my words had the connotations that they did, which was another misstep that lead to hurt feelings. Both of those were genuine mistakes caused by me a.) Not knowing what the fuck I was talking about and b.) me forgetting the fact that people don't have the same ideas about fiction that I do. Not really sure what else to do other than repeat that it was a mistake over and over, since the only other option would be to delete what I said but that would be dishonest and wrong. I DID fuck up.
As for the apology, I am sincere that I didn't mean to cause harm, but I am also sincere when I said that the response hit a specific trigger and hurt me as well- because it did. It did hit that specific trigger zone and I see no reason why I shouldn't be clear about it, especially since I wanted to make it apparent that I wasn't just shitting on people and dragging their name through the mud because I have some social status I wanted to flaunt or w/ever. I assumed it would make anon feel better while also asserting the fact that their behavior wasn't exactly okay either because I DID repeatedly say that I wanted the topic to be dropped and it didn't. Even the ground, try to lay down rules to prevent future conflicts, that sort of thing. It was a two-part statement- one, the apology and admittance that I was wrong, and two, the showing of vulnerability on my part to prove that I view myself as on equal standing as them and that I am also flawed and inherent to biases, while also pointing out how to not cause future conflict. I assumed that would be the most effective. I didn't even consider the fandom pov thing or power dynamics, bc this at its core was a misunderstanding between two people that had the misfortune of happening on a public platform.
I will agree that I do have an issue with talking about myself though, because to be frank, my own pov is kind of the only thing I know and so explaining my thought process as it goes is the familiar beaten path. When I say that I'm autistic and have been isolated my whole life apart from one friend (also isolated) and my immidiate family, that isn't a lie. I didn't start talking to more than the same 3 people for extended periods on a regular basis until I was 17. And those three people were my mom, my bff, and a close friend I picked up in high school when I was 15. And even then, those talking periods would be no longer than an hour at a time. This isn't a good thing by any means nor a method of excusing myself, just a means of explaining why I do it and that it's not because I think the world centers around me, just that I have to translate what I think to it for communication with other people to start making sense. Its def. something that I struggle with in even basic conversations, though I am working on that via interjecting various questions and comments about other people vs just proccing an infodump. It's most likely a low empathy issue that I still need to learn workarounds for, because I'm a very low-empathy autistic.
I CAN say that I grow more tempted to just delete and remake to start anew by the day, though, because the thought of being popular and having an influence/being on a pedestal puts me in a state dangerously close to a panic attack. The problem is that I cannot figure out a way to do that in a manner that would actually work, plus I cannot tolerate change.
But genuinely, the thought of power dynamics...it frightens me. My ideal would be a world where I can just push my thoughts and writing out and not be seen at all, except that I can't manage that because then I'd have nobody to discuss hyperfixations or special interests with. I don't WANT to have any sway over people. And its partially because of things like this- because I don't want to fuck up by tripping over an unseen landmine of a social error and then have my reaction be absorbed uncritically, or have that error be held under scrutiny. It makes me feel sick
#sorry this is probably just upsetting and frustrating to you. but i dont know how to pjrase it any other way#if i express my sorrow over the issue more clearly thats manipulative. and im not angry#nor do i think its just about me- i just dont know anything ELSE to say. i cant place myself in the other anons shoes#so this is all i have for sincerity#my apologies for that#anon#reply
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Shadows Uncovering Your Eyes || Verdict Reaction || Malyce
It was a sudden cold when Kaede pulled away from Malyce. He was so used to the heat of the fire on his back, and Kaede’s own heat on his front. When the man in front of him crumpled to the ground, his expression twists into a look of confliction. He was hurting for Kaede, but also wasn’t blind enough to ignore what happened. And slowly, as he turned to watch the flames dance and shape themselves to reveal the truth.
It felt like a shroud was lifted from his eyes, and he looked into the blaze like a seer, seeking out the truth through the darkness. And boy… was the truth hard to swallow. He knows the appropriate reaction to seeing Kaede’s fear on his face would be to be unsettled, but Malyce only felt pity. He reached up and clutched his chest as he watched Saya give him everything he needed for a smooth and easy kill. He’s not a good person, if someone was going to kill someone to end the motive, he wouldn’t have stopped them either. Part of him supported his endeavor, the despair that has to fuel you into committing such a heinous act. Malyce couldn’t ever push himself to kill, but he found the smallest bit of understanding to anyone who felt they had to.
Then the murder occurs. Kaede brutally, blindly attacked Niko, not even the way Saya had instructed! He stepped a couple steps away from the campfire, closer to the murderer. As he saw Kaede almost calmly walk away from the scene, slipping his gloves back on, Malyce scoffs to himself, and a thought occurs.
‘Man…. Maybe there is something wrong with Kaede.’
Malyce turns to face the other man now, mumbling and moaning incoherently as he faces his mortality. He kneels down to the other, unafraid of the darker side of him. This is what Malyce meant by his own evils. If Niko was the killer and the roles were reversed, he’d be reacting the same way. He gives Kaede a grin, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder.
“Hey, chin up. Face the consequences. If it’s too scary to do it alone, you got me.”
Part of him wishes that Niko had this kindness in his final moments, but they all know he didn’t. He huffs, shaking his head.
“C’mon. You want to be strong. To stop being afraid of things. Stand up. Own up to what you did, no matter how you regret it. Maybe you can beg for forgiveness, but the victim isn’t quite here to hear you, is he? Maybe you’ll see him in the afterlife and can make amends.”
When he blinks, he sees Niko’s bloodied head in Kaede’s hands, and a shiver of fear mixed with the type of thrill your stomach twists when you’re in a haunted house being chased, fills up in his gut. Eh, he always enjoyed people with something a little bit wrong with him. They made him feel more normal by comparison! He laughs a little, flipping his hair over his shoulder.
“I said I’d be your friend if you were a monster or not, no? I’m your friend in life or death, too. I’ll figure out how to get the message back to your folks.”
There! Kaede had nothing to worry about but the end of his own life, and well, he sort of did that himself. Malyce is gonna miss the guy. A lot. Gross.
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Omega Shame Part 1
Summary: After spending most of your life on suppressants and ignoring your second gender, you finally decide to embrace who you are with your alphas support. But what happens when your alpha Bakugou walks in on you nesting and sparks memories of your past trauma?
warnings: ABO, Nesting, ANGST ending with fluff,
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Nesting. This was something you hadn't even attempted since you were but a small pup. Both suppressants and fear had kept any desire for this activity far away from you, until a couple months ago. That was when you got a courting proposal, your first ever.
It was a necklace, and not just your typical alphas 'just learned how to make jewelry with string'. No. This necklace required welding, a skill you had no idea about, but that just made sense for your alpha to poses. The chain was a simple silver, leading down to a locket with intricate holes on its top layer, creating an almost explosive like design. The cloth that sat inside was a ruby red color that matched the alphas eyes, and the scent it held was strong of caramel and ash.
Of course if Bakugou was to make a courting gift, his was going to be the best you had ever seen.
You had wasted no time in placing the necklace around your neck, relaxing as his scent filled your nose. It was from this point that you knew Bakugou would make an amazing alpha for you. After all, if he put so much effort into the courting gift, you could only imagine the effort he would put into courting you. Even then in typical Bakugou fashion, he passed all expectations.
It started with the way he would make you lunches, walk you to wherever you needed to go, and made sure to give you a thorough scenting only after he got permission. He always showed concern for your physical and mental wellbeing, stopping you from pushing yourself too hard in training and even scolding you for your self deprecating jokes.
“No one gets to talk down about my omega. Especially not my omega.” He had growled at you once. Again Bakugou did something unexpected, making your omega purr at a growl.
It felt so nice to have someone who cared about you. Someone who encouraged you to stop hiding your second gender from everyone but those in your own class. Not that you had even let your class discover on purpose, but the stressful situations class A had gotten in over the years did wonders for wearing off suppressants and scent blockers.
He, along with your other classmates, had been building up your confidence in your secondary sex for years now. Bringing you to the realization that being an omega didn't mean that you were weak or any less than betas or alphas. Momo and Ochako were omegas after all, and they were some of the strongest people you knew. So once you had gotten an alpha your omega was basically begging to be set free, and you didn't feel like you had to deny it anymore.
So here you were, after 3 months of being off of the medications your hormones and instincts were finally leveling back to normal. It was something you had never experienced before, but you had Bakugou to help support you along the way. That's why you needed his scent in your nest. No matter how nauseous you felt walking into the young alphas room while you knew he was training, your omega refused to continue the day without at least one peice of his clothing. More than that and you were sure you would be sent into a panic attack. You had no idea how he would react to you doing this. Would he be disgusted? Angry?
Ironically the only thing calming your thoughts was to continue building the nest. Pillows upon pillows methodically shoved between various stuffed animals and blankets became nest shaped as the time passed. Soon enough you were left with just one item left, one of his favorite skull shirts. You had wanted to take something he would miss less, but they weren’t drowned in his scent like this one was. You sat back into the middle of your nest to take a thorough look around. You didn’t want to take too long to decide a place for it by now as you were getting tired. Not to mention you were going to go out on a movie date with Bakugou so you also needed to get ready for that. You would have checked the time if you weren’t so fixated on your task, and that would turn out to be a huge mistake.
You had finally found the perfect place for his shirt when you heard your door open from behind you. In the middle of slipping the clothing item over your pillow you froze as your heart began to race. Your omega knew it was an alpha before you knew who it was and she let out a chirp before you could stop it.
All you could remember was the first time this had happened, an Alpha walking in on your nest. You were seven, not old enough to even present as an omega but tendencies could show early in childhood. You were excited and happily humming as you arranged your blankets, stuffed animals, and your parents best smelling clothes into small yet sturdy walls in the shape of an oval on your bed. You couldn’t help but feel safe, like you would no longer fall off your bed in the middle of the night, or that monsters or other intruders would quickly avoid hurting you once they got just a single sniff of your parents alpha scents. You were proud when you were finished and immediately snuggled into it for a nap, only to wake up to the scent of rotting eggs. A clear indicator your father was both near and very angry. All the yelling and trashing of your hard work that happened next was just a blur. But you could remember how you felt the entire time so vividly. The way your lungs seemed incapable of taking in air, the trembling of your hands and especially the weakness in your knees. Most of all, you remembered the absolute terror as your safe space was invaded. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as fast as your heart would allow it, and you could only sit back and watch.
It was that day that you first became aware that there was something wrong with you. Something gross, weak, and worth hating.
That’s why even when the scent of Bakugou filled your nose, your heart still didn’t slow down. In fact, it only sped up when you finally turned around to look at him, all of the hope you had gotten by convincing yourself he would be happy you were embracing yourself quickly diminishing. His brows furrowed more than normal and his mouth was set in a deep scowl, slightly open just enough that his naturally large canines poked out.
He was angry.
“Do you not know how to answer your fucking phone?! You were so eager to force me to agree to this date and then you don't even respond when I-” Your thoughts were racing far too fast to actually hear what he was saying. Your omega could only think of one thing, your alpha was angry with you. You messed up and now he was angry with you. It was just like your parents, you should have listened to them when they told you it was stupid to nest.
But you had worked so hard on it, and it made you feel so good. You didn’t want your nest to be torn apart again. The smell of smoke wafted from the alphas' palms as you were too caught up in your memories to really hear him. Hear how he was angry with you for forgetting about your date, angry that you had stood him up and too busy being upset to even notice that you were sitting in a nest. The smell of smoke invoked just another event in your mind, one that happened when you had first presented as an omega at 13. Something that caused the damn behind your eyes to finally break.
“PLEASE DON’T DESTROY MY NEST” You Omega sobbed, distressed chips flooding from your chest like air. “Please, please!”
Your outburst startled the Alpha into silence. He could only stand there and watch as his omegas scent was filled with fear as she wiped at her eyes aggressively. A first he was confused, letting his body pump out comfort pheromones instinctually as he let himself observe the situation. You were dressed only in your school uniform, clearly having been building the nest that surrounded you from the time you entered the dorm room to when he had burst into your room, now far past dark. You were trembling too, body curled up in on itself as you hiccupped and begged.
“Please, I'm sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorryyy! Just please dont destroy my nest.” Your voice cracked and it resonated painfully in his ear and his heart dropped. Why did you think he would destroy your nest? Sure he wasn't the best alpha but he wasn’t a monster. Did you really think he would destroy the one place where you felt safest? A weight grew in his chest that left as a deep growl,
“Here.” He growled, “Probably best if we just end this bullshit.”
This was all your fault. If you hadnt built this stupid nest in the first place, or even started crying like a fucking baby then this wouldnt have happened. But you were a weak omega, and just like your parents said, no one can love someone so weak. Especially not someone as powerful as Katsuki. You shouldn’t have let yourself believe that they were wrong for even a second. You had thought that Bakugou would be the one who would love you for who you truly were. But that was naive. No one could love such a burden. No one could love you.
The drop of the crafted bracelet to the ground seconds before your door slammed, leaving you alone once more in your room, proof enough of that.
Your parents were right.
A flame of anger lit in your chest. Why were you so unloveable just the way you were? Why couldn’t you just be different? Why couldn’t you be an alpha like your parents had wanted?
You could feel your nails extend into claws as the hair on your body raised. You glared at the soft material weaved together around you as hot tears built up behind your eyes. This time instead of being fueled by fear they were fueled by rage and resentment.
You were so angry. So angry at youself, at your weak omega, and especially at your stupid nest. You couldn't help but let a couple tears fall as you let your anger get the best of you, and you didn't stop it until you were heaving in the middle of your disaster of a room. Surrounded by torn pieces of fabric and the other contents of your room scattered by your tantrum, you finally let yourself breath.
You turned around to see the item you had been avoiding, your pillow with bakugou's shirt. With a deep breath you grabbed a hold of the object, digging your claws into its plush softness. The caramel ash smell that permeated the air only helped to break down the remaining bits of your anger. And you didn’t want to be left alone with your despair just yet.
With the release of your breath a ripping sound could be heard. The shirt split and cotton popped out from the opening like popcorn. Once you had successfully dissected what had been a comfort item you threw it somewhere away from you and took another deep breath.
Now you were finally alone. Just you and your reality. You could really feel how much pain your omega was in as your hair began to lower and your normal nails returned. You had heard about this pain before. A deep one in your chest, heartbreak. Your omega seemed to curl around that feeling. Of rejection. Self hatred. That no one would ever need you, let alone want you. You could feel yourself start to slip into the limbo of numbness and searing pain.
An Omega Depression.
You remembered learning about it back when you were in middle school, most people were beginning to present as their second sex. Your teachers had emphasized how important it was to get medical attention at the first signs, you knew how dangerous it was, but all you wanted to do was lay there on the floor. You were tired, and what was the point? No one cared about you, not your parents… not Bakugou. Your throat strained painfully at that thought. Bakugou didn’t want you, and it was your fault.
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Fine Line (Chapter 5)
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word count: 2.5k
story summary: Since you were kids you and Harry had always walked that fine line of friends or something more. Now, pregnant by someone else, you find yourself staying with your long time best friend after things go sour with your boyfriend of 3 years.
Singlemom!Reader x Harry Styles
chapter summary: Your last night with your friends in town ends the same way it did in your childhood, curled up with Harry.
warnings: Language
a/n: Editing? I don’t know her. xx
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You flipped through a trashy magazine as your head laid on the soft pillow on Harry's couch. You knew you should have been looking for an apartment but you were determined to spend your remaining night with your girls in peace.
"What are you going to do when you can't paint your toes yourself?" Gemma asked as she dipped the brush back into the yellow polish you had snagged from Harry's bathroom cabinet.
"Make Harry do it." You said with a smile as you flipped another page.
"Fucker used to steal my polish so much." She grumbled as you let out a snorting laugh.
"You two ever going to talk about your thing?" Abby asked as she plopped back down in the living room a jar of pickles and peanut butter in hand along with ice cream and mayonnaise in the other. Your pregnancy cravings were already out of control and weird as hell.
"We don't have a thing." You said as you reached from the pickle jar, Abby jerking it out of your reach as she glared at you.
"We didn't believe you when you were 14. We don't believe you now." Gemma scoffed as she screwed the top back on the nail polish bottle.
"Withholding pickles from a pregnant lady should be illegal." You whined as you laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling of Harry's house.
"Just tell us the truth." Abby said with a smile as she tauntingly held the pickles in front of your eyes from where you laid.
"Nothing to tell." You said as you stared longingly at the jar of food that quickly disappeared from your line of sight. Your eyes following it to see the very unimpressed Abby's disbelieving face staring at you.
"Bullshit." Gemma said with a laugh as she took the jar of pickles, eating one, and mouthing 'so good'. Adding fuel to the flames as you rolled your eyes at her.
"The room you're staying in is decorated in bunnies, and you're trying to tell us nothing is going on?" Abby's eyebrow raised at you as Gemma happily ate YOUR pickles.
"Oi, it was a stupid childhood nickname." You said as you made grabby hands for the jar that Gemma pulled out of your reach.
"Fine, you two really want to know?" You asked with a huff their heads nodding instantly as they situated themselves for story time.
"Wait." Gemma paused as she got settled in her spot. "You're not going to tell me weird sex shit about my brother, right?"
"I will if you don't hand me that jar." You said barely having time to catch it as she shrieked and threw it at you.
"That's what I thought." You mumbled as you got the jar of mayonnaise, opening both to dip your pickle in it.
"God, that's fucking disgusting." Gemma said as she pulled a grossed out face. Watching you eating your snack with pure disgust.
"Never mind that. Spill the tea." Abby said as she laid her head in her hands, peering up to the couch at you.
"You two asked for it." You mumbled under your breath. Your back pressed against the couch as you let out a sigh.
"So, you know we were always close right?" You said as you dipped a pickle in the jar of mayonnaise. Their heads nodding their agreement as Abby gestured for you to continue with your story.
"And that summer before he left for his first tour we were really close?" Your eyes stayed fixed on your treat, teeth chewing the side of your cheek as you thought back to your time with your sweet Hazza.
"Yes! Oh my god, get on with it!" Abby groaned as you rolled your eyes at her. Gemma looking somewhere between curious and weirded out.
"Well, we had sex, he was my first."
"Ew. Okay, I don't think I can do this." Gemma said as she pulled a disgusted face. Abby quickly slapping her across the shoulder telling her to shut it as you continued.
"Anyways," You said as you glared at Gemma. "Afterwards, he started saying all this shit about staying with me 'cause my dad had just got his diagnosis, you know?"
Your eyes stinging with tears you were holding back as you swallowed harshly. The memories of your dad explaining to you that he wasn't just a normal kind of sick burning into your mind. The feeling of absolute hopelessness engulfing you all over again as he explained to you that he was too far gone for chemo treatments.
"So, I told him it was over. Whatever we had was a one time thing." You said as you took a bite from your snack as Abby's eyes widened.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"Cause of the look Gemma is giving me right now." You said with a smile as Gemma continued to look absolutely horrified.
"It's just weird picturing my brother and you…" She trailed off as she gagged dramatically.
"Ew, don't picture us!" You shrieked, throwing a couch pillow at her.
"I can't help it!"
"Wait, so, have you liked him this whole time?" Abby asked as she ripped the pillow away from Gemma, your face giving away the answer before you could even speak.
"It's complicated." You said with a sigh. Your hands running down your face as you groaned.
"Can't be that complicated." Abby said as she rolled her eyes. Your hormones flaring as you debated smacking her. It was complicated. Or at least, to you it was complicated.
"I moved on with Jess." Your lips pursed as you thought about all the times he was there for you.
You had known him growing up but he was more Harry's friend than your friend. Once Harry left you two got closer. After your dad passed and your mom got sick he fell into place as the person who helped you through everything. By the time Harry got back from tour you'd convinced yourself you'd moved on. Replacing Harry with Jesse.
"Oh, you mean the asshole who knocked you up and left?" Gemma said with a very blatant tone of anger running through her voice. Even though you couldn't blame her for being angry, hell even you were still angry at him. You still had this part of your mind nagging at you to protect him. After all, he was the father of your soon to be child.
"Think he just needs time." You swallowed down the lump in your throat from the lie you had just told. Both your friends not believing you but neither one of them wanting to push the topic and trigger a hormonal meltdown.
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"Wish you guys weren't leaving so soon." You said a little while later. Another rom-com playing in the background as you braided Abby's hair.
"I know." Gemma sighed, her eyes shooting up from her spot on the floor as you tried your best to hide the disappointment on your face.
You were going to miss them.
Miss the comfort and stability they gave you.
"I can stay another week." Abby popped up, making you stop fiddling with her hair.
"No you can't. Your boss already hates you and Kevin hasn't stopped calling since you left. The boy is like a lost puppy without you." A smile on your face as Abby swatted away your hands. Pissed you called out her man like that but you thought it was adorable.
He absolutely loved her. Exactly how she should be loved. Exactly how you wanted to be loved and accepted by some future partner.
"He's not a lost puppy." She grumbled as Gemma laughed.
"Yes he is!" She said through giggles, your own laugh ringing through the air as Abby grumbled from in front of you.
"Missin' all the fun?" Harry said from the dining room, a grin on his face as he saw all of you in his living room. Remembering all the times you three would camp out in the living room back when you were kids.
"Fun's just starting." You said as you moved over on the couch, tapping for him to sit beside you. "'Bout to make this lot flip on Footloose."
"No!" Gemma cried as she looked at you. Her eyes pleading with you to not make her watch it.
"God, please. Any other movie!" Abby groaned as Harry let out a chuckle, settling beside you on the couch. His arm around the back of it as you settled into his side.
"Come on. Me and Y/N know all the dance moves." Harry said with that toothy grin as his hand cupped the side of your head. His fingers playing with your hair as you hummed your agreement.
"Wish mum was here. She wouldn't let you two watch it." Gemma huffed with her hands crossing over her chest. Her eyes glaring at the ceiling.
"Whatever. We killed it back then. Only dance this fucker knew how to do." You said as you nudged Harry in his side.
"Oi, I wasn't that bad of a dancer!" He said loudly as you cracked up laughing at him. The other two joining in as you gave his cheek a few pitty taps.
"Whatever you gotta tell yourself, Hazza." Your smile across your lips as he mumbled about you being the world's biggest brat and pulling you in closer to his side.
The movie was barely on for 10 minutes before Abby and Gemma passed out. Their soft and not so soft snores filling the living room.
"They bitch 'bout the movie and they don't even make it 10 minutes in." Harry grumbled beside you as you shrugged.
This was a very accurate representation of your youth. Hanging with your friends and them passing out way before you, leaving you awake with Harry.
"Not like I didn't expect it." You said, Harry humming his agreement as your head rested on his lap. "How was Mitch and Sarah?"
"Fine. Annoyin'." He grumbled as you turned over on your back to peer up at him. The dark room surrounding both of you, the blue light of the TV hitting across the high peaks of his cheek bones.
"You think everyone's annoying." You smiled as he turned his head down to look at you. His lips curling as his hand rubbed up and down your arm. Something so soothing that he'd done so many times.
"Not you." He said as you snuggled into his tummy. His hand tightening around your arm slightly as he felt that familiar fluttering of butterflies swirling in his stomach from your touch. "Well maybe if y'keep eating all the pickles and mayonnaise in the house."
"I can't help it!" You gasped, your head snapping to get a view of him smirking at you.
"Mhm. Just wanted to stay fo' a few days fo' my snacks, bunny. Don't lie." His fingers cupped under your chin as he lifted your eyes to look at him.
You swallowed that feeling burning deep inside of you as you smiled sweetly up to him. His eyes twinkling with that hint of mischief you used to know so well.
You didn't have to read minds to know you two were already slipping back into those murky waters of the unknown chemistry between you two.
"You do have good snacks. Those little cookie things? Yeah, they're amazing."
"I saw you eatin' those mint chocolate cookies with mustard. How the fuck is that good?" He scoffed out a laugh, reality slapping you in the face as you shrugged.
"Dunno, the baby wants it."
The room felt like the air was taken out of it as you both stared at each other. The baby, Jesse, Camille, all of it running back into both your minds as Kevin Bacon's voice rang around the room. Your body pulled away from him even though your mind begged you not to.
"When's y'appointment?" He asked as his hands rubbed down his thighs, fidgeting with his rings.
"Thursday." Your eyes stayed fixed directly on the TV as you spoke. Teeth biting your bottom lip as your arms wrapped around yourself.
"So, they'll be gone." He asked, gesturing to the two snoring logs on the floor in front of you two.
"Mhm."
"You tell Jess 'bout it?" He asked and even though your eyes were burning holes through the television you could feel his uneasiness.
"Yup." You said with a sigh, leaning back against the couch. "Well, I tried but you know…"
"He's a dick." Harry mumbled under his breath a smile cracking on your face as you nodded your agreement.
"Maybe he'll come around." You shrugged, your fingers picking off the lint on your plaid pajama bottoms. Not wanting to get into this with him.
Not wanting to get into this conversation with anyone.
"Maybe I'll call my mum and she'll make him come 'round." Harry offered with that grin on his face.
"Okay. I want the option of him being in the baby's life. If Anne gets ahold of him, it's game over."
"Yeah, she'd be a bit… violent." He said with a laugh, your head nodding as you hummed your agreement.
"Remember when my homecoming date stood me up? That was scary." You blew out a breath as your eyes widened, remembering her storming into the dance to tell him off.
While it was sweet. It was probably the most embarrassing experience of your teenage years.
That and the time you started your period in a white skirt but you tried your absolute hardest to forget that ever happened. Even though Harry was sweet enough to give you his gym shorts for the day it was a fucking nightmare.
"Pretty sure that guy cried."
"We had a good time though." You said a smile ghosting your lips as your head rested on his shoulder. Him humming his agreement as his own head rested on top of yours.
"I'll go with yeh to y'appointment." He said a little while later, his eyes looking down to see you already staring at him.
"You don't have to, Haz. Know you hate doctors offices." His eyes rolling at you as he nudged you a bit with his shoulder.
"'S different when 's me goin'. Wanna go with yeh."
"You sure?" You questioned, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at him. Knowing damn well his white coat anxiety was rough on him.
He just rolled his eyes at you. Smiling as he nodded his head. His arm reached around to pull you into his chest and even though you knew deep down inside of you that you two were crossing that line. You couldn't help how good he made you feel.
You sighed, settling into his chest. Eyes growing heavy as his hand ran over your hair. His breathing sounded like a gentle song lulling you to sleep.
"Night, love." He said a while later even though you couldn't hear him. Your slowed breathing giving away you were asleep as his lips pressed to your cheek.
"Going to get your heartbroken." He heard his sister mumble out from the other side of the room. Her head still resting on the pillow she had on the living room floor.
"I know."
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Monster Hunter Rating 25: Yian Kut-Ku, the Strange Bird
Of all the monsters I’ve talked about so far, I think Khezu is the most popular one due to how much it differs from standard Monster Hunter fare. But Khezu doesn’t have a “holiday” named after it, so I think this next monster beats it out. Let’s talk about Yian Kut-Ku!
(How it appears in Monster Hunter Freedom 1)
(How it appears in Monster Hunter Online)
Appearance: Yian Kut-Ku is a Bird Wyvern, like Gypceros and the dromaeosaurs. I can’t tell what kinda bird has a beak like that, but it reminds me of the shoebill, though obviously their bills are longer. Besides the beak, the most distinct feature Yian Kut-Ku has is the pair of frill-like ears it’s fanning out. According to the wiki, those ears point up like that when it’s angered, so most of the time they’re bent back. It also has big claws on its wings, which have a blue membrane that already earns it points in my book. Other than that, it’s a basic wyvern, but I mentioned that it had a “holiday,” so I’ll elaborate on that here. See, Yian Kut-Ku’s Japanese name is Iyankukku, or イャンクック. クック is the “kukku” portion, and the word for 9 in Japanese is ku, or ク. So September 9th, or 9/9, is ku ku, and since Monster Hunter’s so big in Japan, 9/9 became Yian Kut-Ku day. In other words, it’s a pun. Gotta love the Japanese. Back to the appearance, well, like I said, it’s got a basic wyvern body type. The head’s the only thing different about it, but there doesn’t really need to be anything too different, so it’s kinda in the middle for me. 5/10.
Behavior: Yian Kut-Ku mostly live in forests and the like, though they occasionally go to volcanoes to feed on coal...SURE. Okay, the coal’s used as fuel for their flame sacs, while their actual diet consists mainly of honey, nuts, and insects, primarily Neopterons. They try not to get into fights with anything bigger, though, as they’re pretty easy to rattle. If they run into a predator, they’ll try to make themselves look bigger by fanning out their ears, stretching their wings, and making a lot of noise. Considering the monsters that prey on them, though, I wouldn’t be surprised if this doesn’t work a lot, which is why the main Yian Kut-Ku strategy for dealing with threats is “book it.” They get into territorial conflicts with their cousins, the Yian Garuga, which like to play cuckoo bird and lay their eggs in Yian Kut-Ku nests. Speaking of eggs, female Yian Kut-Ku grow feathers on their undersides during breeding season to help them incubate eggs. This breeding season is dependent on the weather, so if the weather in their territory is stable year-round, the breeding season will be that long, too. Once the eggs hatch, the chicks are fed insects and honey until a certain age, at which point they, uh...hm. The wiki doesn’t say what happens next. Well, that’s a let-down.
Honestly, Yian Kut-Ku just seem to be giant birds in terms of their behavior, which is fitting, I guess, but the most interesting thing about them is that they sometimes eat coal. I get that I shouldn’t expect every monster in this series to act totally unlike any animal in our world, but basic bird behavior isn’t that interesting to me. 4/10.
Abilities: Obviously, Yian Kut-Ku can fly, but like almost every flying monster I’ve gone over, they’re not that great at it compared to some other wyverns. They’re still decent fliers, but they do their best battling on the ground, where they can propel themselves backwards with their wings by creating buffeting winds, which kick up a lot of dust and stun (not the status condition) opponents. They use their tough beaks to bash hunters, but they’re best known for spitting fireballs, which are effective at killing small and weak prey/predators, but not very good at killing bigger and badder opponents.
Now, Yian Kut-Ku are pretty basic, but they kinda have to be for how early on you fight them in the first game. Which brings up something you might have been wondering: “why is Yian Kut-Ku so popular?” Well, according to the Twitch streamer I brought up in the Khezu review, Yian Kut-Ku is memorable for those who got into the series with the very first game because of how difficult it is to kill when you first fight it. At that point in the game, the only Main Monster you’ve killed is a Velocidrome, which has no ranged attacks and stays on the ground. But Yian Kut-Ku can fly and spit fireballs, and you have no experience dealing with something like that. As a result, Yian Kut-Ku is the first “wall” in Monster Hunter; the first major obstacle to progress new players face. Because of that, this normally “meh” monster is a lot more memorable to old-time fans.
Now, obviously, I’ve never played the first Monster Hunter game, or even seen any footage of it, but I can respect the legacy behind Yian Kut-Ku’s first battle, so even though the abilities themselves are only “okay,” I’ll be generous here and give it a 6/10.
Equipment: Yian Kut-Ku weapons are what you’d expect; they’re comical because they bear the monster’s design. For an example, here’s a pair of Dual Blades called Twin Kut-Ku:
Awww, they look so happy together. And derpy, but that’s just how Kut-Ku do. But now we get grumpy with the Light Bowgun called Kut-Ku Anger:
I can’t tell if it’s angry or not, but it’s certainly Kut-Ku. Now, most of the weapons are this silly, but there’s one more that I want to highlight: this Great Sword called the Chick Decapitator:
First off, this thing looks fleshy and gross. Second off, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, CAPCOM!? “CHICK DECAPITATOR!?” Are we playing Monster Hunter or “Can Your Pet?” Let’s...let’s just go to the armor now. This is the Blademaster set from Monster Hunter Freedom Unite:
Yeah, this looks about right. Like you’re wearing samurai armor made of spam. Props on giving the girl an actual helmet, though. Not a lot of armor sets do that. I don’t get what that blue rope on the male set’s supposed to do; I mean, I get it, it’s holding up what I assume to be a flap made of the Yian Kut-Ku’s ears, I just don’t know why it’s there. Is it meant to be a loincloth? Why does the guy wearing the armor need one? And why is the rope blue for him, but the little bits of rope on the girl’s armor are dark red? How many licks does it take to get to the end of these questions? Oh, we’re there? Okay then.
The Yian Kut-Ku equipment is fine. Most of the weapons are funny, but again, spam armor and Chick Decapitator. I’ll give this a 6/10.
Final Thoughts and Tally: Seems like a lot of Yian Kut-Ku’s appeal is lost on me, ‘cause I just think it’s average. I guess there’s a bigger difference between knowing its legacy and being a part of it than I thought. Alas, if you gave me the first Monster Hunter game when it was new in the states, then, well, I’d probably suck at it and grow up hating Yian Kut-Ku for stopping me from enjoying the game. Can’t win ‘em all, buddy. 5/10.
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FanFiction - Crossing the Stars
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
FTL: Faster Than Light (c) Subset Games
[CHAPTER LIST]
Author’s Note: This FanFiction is a crossover between the sci-fi strategy game ‘FTL: Faster Than Light’ by Subset Games and the manga/anime called ‘Hetalia’ by Hidekaz Himaruya. The story will follow closely to the events of the rougue-like gameplay in FTL and the human characters will be replaced with the human versions of the national personifications in ‘Hetalia’. This is a fun personal project and it requires no knowledge of either fandom to enjoy this story. I’d encourage checking the original sources out though! Use of screenshots in this FanFiction are to supplement the storytelling to help plot the course of our heroes’ journey in the universe. Whatever the outcome of the gameplay I base this story on (as each playthrough is very unique) will be translated into the plot of this story. i.e. If the spaceship gets damaged, it gets damaged in the story. If a character dies in the game, they’re dead in this fiction. (Please note that I find this kind of storytelling entertaining to play/write and I plan to do more in the future if time allows!)
Chapter 2
The crew of the S.S. APH pondered their options. At the Exit Beacon of their first Civilian Sector they had a choice on where to jump. Both branching sectors were civilian areas, one was under Engi Control and the other under Zoltan Control.
Captain Alfred F. Jones brought up the file on the Engi species. “It says here that Engi dudes are made of nanomachines. That’s pretty damn sweet! Maybe we could get them to be our mechanics?”
Arthur Kirkland, the weapons master, pulled up the file on their second option, the Zoltans. “Apparently both the Engi and Zoltans are allies. We could encounter either species in either sector so we have a coin toss here. Zoltans are energy beings, meaning that they can act as a kind of battery to save us some engine power. That’s rather handy.”
Their engines expert Francis Bonnefoy hummed in approval. “Now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind having either of those creatures on board. An expert mechanic? A spare battery, pardon ze term… and if we can encounter them in any of these two sectors I don’t think we could lose.”
“It says that the Engi are secret allies of the Federation. That bodes very well for us. Provided the Rebels haven’t corrupted them, of course,” Arthur added thoughtfully.
Their American Captain beamed. “Hell yeah! I guess that means the Zoltan dudes are allies as well. Can’t go wrong here.”
Arthur coughed. “Actually, if we enter Zoltan territory and we’re attacked by hostiles whom have a Zoltan Energy Shield we could face problems. Those energy shields are a bitch to destroy. We need to avoid as many problematic scenarios as possible.”
“Agreed,” the Frenchman said quickly. “I am still shaken from ze last battles.”
“Engi Controlled then?” Alfred suggested. “Back to your stations! Let’s get this important cargo on the move!”
A cautionary message popped up on Alfred’s monitor. It warned them that Mantis had been preying on the Engi core worlds and those insectoids were a rather violent race. He hoped for a peaceful voyage this go-round. He programmed in the next jump, reluctantly avoiding the temptation of visiting the store located at a nearby beacon. If they could harvest more scrap maybe they could invest in some more kickass weaponry or upgrades!
A rather disgruntled British voice chimed over the announcement system. “OH FUCKING HELL!” As tempted as the Captain was to discourage swearing, he allowed it in this case. Out of the frying pan and into the literal fire!
Francis gasped, staring out of his nearby airlock window at the super-giant Class M star! They were too close, they were going to cook like that rather delicious duck l’orange he made for his crew before they left the Federation space port back home. “Oh non non non!”
DANGER! SOLAR FLARES! DANGER! SOLAR FLARES! DANGER!
“Incoming dumbass Pirate Scout ship! Kirkland lock weapons on their shields and weapons rooms before we grill like a BBQ!” Captain Jones commanded as he anxiously kept an eye on their FTL Drive charge. He really did think those pirates were dumbasses, who dares lurk around a giant star to attack passersby at the risk of setting their own ship alight? Idiots.
The S.S. APH successfully damaged the pirate ship but the enemy return shot rocked the weapons room. FIRE!
Arthur hardly knew what hit him, but the searing heat was enough of a tip-off to tell him that if he didn’t move right now he was going to die. Scrambling to his feet, he reached for the fire extinguisher and tried to combat the flames. This was very bad.
His best friend’s voice hailed him over the comms. “Artie, get out of there! I’m gonna open the airlocks to snuff out the fire. Go literally anywhere where you have oxygen.”
“Aye, sir!” he acknowledged, coughing from the smoke as he fled to the shields room. The portside and starboard side airlocks shot open along with a couple of doors into the weapons room draining the air rapidly to deny the fire any fuel.
As soon as the fire was out, Alfred closed all of the doors. That was all kinds of horrible. The pirate ship was repairing and had shields online. If they could get their weapons…
The super-giant Class M star wanted in on the action. It stretched a solar flare right out to the warring ships!
WARNING! SHIELDS CRITICAL!
Good thing Kirkland kept that fire extinguisher. Fire seemed to be following him today. Alfred sighed from the Bridge and called his crew. “Artie, get out of shields, I’ll open the starboard airlocks. Bonnefoy! Assist Kirkland in weapons, we need to get those back online.”
“Aye-aye, Captain!”
In the weapons room, Arthur and Francis united to repair the systems. The Frenchman quickly pulled his on-and-off frienemy into a hug and checked him for injuries. “Mon Dieu! I am happy you aren’t too badly hurt. Ze shields are down, we have to work quickly. Are you well?”
Arthur huffed and pushed him away. “Yes, I’m fine. Let’s get to work before more fire follows me.” He was feeling a little paranoid that he had pissed off a sun god or some crap like that. They had to get away.
The pirates were fighting well! They destroyed their surveillance system, not that it was a vital system at this point in time but it was extra hull damage that our heroes could not afford to take. “Bonnefoy! Shields are broken, meet me there. Artie, I see weapons are online, stay there and give them hell!”
Give them hell indeed! The Englishman dealt the deathblow to the pirates and was glad to dust his hands of the bastards. Unfortunately the star was not done with them and heavily damaged their oxygen systems and the weapons room again. The battle was won but the war wasn’t over!
“I’m off to repair O2!” Arthur announced as he fled from his post at weapons to stop them from suffocating. Alfred acknowledged. “Francis, join him! Get the oxygen back online, we can repair other things later but our ship can’t handle more of this. I’m gonna jump us away!”
“Oui! Please get us out of here, I am sweaty and it’s gross.” The pair split directions and Alfred slammed in the co-ordinates of their next destination at the Bridge. If this was what was in the stars for them in this sector they might not live to see the end and that thought was terrifying.
The next leap took them to an existing battle between a Mantis ship harassing a small Engi research vessel. Alfred was almost ready to command an intervention but the insectoids fled as they entered their space. The Engi Captain hailed them, offering thanks for showing up, and gave the S.S. APH a new drone schematic.
Captain Jones gasped in awe. “OH SHIT YEAH! A BOARDING DRONE?! YEEEEEAH!”
His friends joined him on the Bridge. Arthur blinked in surprise. “A Boarding Drone? Wow, that’s powerful tech! Too bad we don’t have a drone room.”
“Dudes, we get one! Or we can sell it if we can’t, whatever, but damn, those Engi guys were nice.”
Francis stretched. “Let’s keep moving, mes amis. Ze Rebels are always on our tails.”
Arthur beamed. A Boarding Drone? That would be fun to use against the Rebel Fleet.
“Alright, dudes, you’re gonna hate me for this, but I’m gonna backtrack to the store. Our hull is fucked and if we can get a drone room to use this fancy-ass tech we’re sure as hell getting it!” Arthur chided him for his horrible use of the English language but agreed that the risk might be worth it. Their hull was already fifty percent damaged, it could spell death if they carried on without fixing it.
Luck turned in their favour! Alfred authorised the purchase of the new drone room to house the Boarding Drone, and it also came with a free Defence Drone Mark I! Bargain. They spent the rest of their scrap on hull repairs and moved on to the next beacon.
They backtracked to an earlier beacon and leapt right on towards the distress signal. Captain Jones listened to the plea and cringed. Oh boy, this was not a pretty distress call but he didn’t feel that they could risk a rescue mission. He called his crew to the Bridge to make an informed decision.
Francis peered through the window in surprise. “It’s an evacuation.”
Alfred hailed the fleeing vessels. “Yo, this is Captain Jones of the Federation Star Ship APH, what’s the sitch?”
Arthur glared at him for once again disregarding etiquette. He ignored his friend.
One of the fleeing ships responded; “Help! We’re being overrun by some sort of giant alien spiders!”
The Frenchman squealed. “WHAT? That’s disgusting! Call pest control!”
Arthur whacked him across the head. “I think literally anyone coming to their aid IS pest control.”
Alfred winced. “Giant alien spiders? Seriously?”
The fleeing ship yelled, “Help us or flee yourselves! Those things are evil!”
Arthur bit his lip. “Sending an away team isn’t advisable, Alfred. I don’t think we can afford to waste more time with the Rebels on our heels and we don’t know what we’re up against.”
Francis nodded. “Oui, I say we go. They’re already evacuating, we should stay ze course.”
The young Captain sighed and agreed resolutely. “Yeah, you’re totally right. Back to your stations, we have a mission to complete!”
“Heads-up, all! We’re navigating an asteroid field.” Alfred paused and checked the radar. “Incoming pirates! Kirkland, power down the Artemis missile and channel it into the drones. I’m gonna power down the medbay to support the Defence Drone, it’s gonna take out the asteroids for us.”
Arthur switched the power routes and confirmed that the drone was ready.
“Ah shoot, it looks like we’ve got another coward on our hands. Enemy vessel is powering up its FTL Drive!”
“I’ve destroyed their weapons, sir!” Arthur replied, prepared to change tactics. “Thank God for this drone, it’s stopping the asteroids from striking us. Their hull is weak, the pirates won’t last long.”
True to his word, the pirates perished soon after and they could reap the rewards. There was no time to spare, they had to continue the journey!
“Hey, dudes! We have a Rebel Auto douche here with a sweet cache. Let’s attack it and steal its shit.”
Arthur audibly sighed over the comms system. “Is that an order, Captain or are you daydreaming aloud?”
“HAHAHAHA! Shut it and fire up the weapons, bro.”
“How the hell did you earn your Captain’s badge again?” he asked rhetorically.
“By bein’ a HERO, of course! Fire up!”
“I’ve taken out their weapons, Captain!” Sadly, that wasn’t enough to stop an enemy missile from screwing with their shields.
“Shields are down! That goddamn drone is setting everything on fire! Francis, run to weapons, I need to open the airlocks!”
“Oui, I’ll keep Arthur company and hope he doesn’t attract fire again,” Francis responded, running down the halls.
Arthur scoffed. “Quiet, idiot, or I’ll make sure you’re in the way of the fire beam.”
“So cruel!” the Frenchman whined as he entered the weapons room. The Englishman stuck out his tongue and switched the Burst Laser to lock on the drones as Alfred opened the airlocks to control the drain of oxygen.
Once the fires were extinguished, Alfred shut the airlocks and commanded Francis to repair the shields and medbay. The Auto-Assault ship exploded and left them with a decent reward. Arthur examined the weapon from the cache. A Healing Burst? That could be useful but he was hoping for something a little better.
The next beacon was a store! The Engi hive operating it seemed friendly enough and Alfred treated Arthur to a special weapons augmentation. As the Engi repaired their hull, Arthur installed the ‘Automated Re-Loader’. An extra ten percent recharge rate on their weapons could really give them an advantage!
Feeling refreshed, the crew embarked to the next beacon, painfully aware of how close the Rebel Fleet was getting to them.
“Yo, crewdudes! I found a dormant Rebel Automated Scout here. I’m gonna try and download its data stores. You guys chill or whatever.”
A FEW MOMENTS LATER…
“Uh… Yeah, Artie, can ya do me a favour and like… blast the ever living hell outta this thing? I miiiight have activated it into fight mode.”
Francis could have sworn he heard the audible facepalm from his friend, but then again he could have done that deliberately over the announcement system.
Fortunately these ships were quick to deal with and Arthur destroyed it without putting up much of a fight. They collected the loot and moved on with their lives.
The next beacon was located around a pulsar. A small research station orbited it, but it seemed to be abandoned. Alfred scanned the area and flipped on the Red Alert sirens. “BATTLE STATIONS, PEEPS. WE HAVE MORE PIRATES!”
“I thought this was Engi space? All we’ve seen are Rebels and Pirates!” Francis complained over the comms system.
“They could be Engi pirates? We don’t have the scanners to see into their ships,” Arthur reasoned as he powered up the weapons. “Brace yourselves for ion waves, everyone. Our electronics are going to go haywire.”
DANGER! ELECTROMAGNETIC WAVES! DANGER!
The enemy weapons room was targeted and blasted to pieces. An ion wave disrupted their engines and shields, whereas the enemy had a mild disruption to their weapons and oxygen rooms.
“We have another runner! Take these losers down, Kirkland!”
“I’m doing my best! The bloody pulsar knocked out my weapons charge.”
“Shit, they’re getting away!”
There was a tense moment as the pirates used their FTL Drive to flee. The crew of the S.S. APH were worried that they would alert the Rebel Fleet about their location. This did not happen and they could breathe again.
“Fuck, that was intense!” Alfred called over the announcement system. “Look, things are gonna get ugly. We’ll pitstop at the next store but we’re gonna encounter the Rebels at the Exit Beacon. Artie, be on high alert when we get there.”
“I’m already on high alert, but I will do my best to fend them off so we can get to the next sector.”
“Good man. Franny, come with me, we’ll get the supplies this time.”
The Engi trader was a nice entity. He showed the crewmembers his wares and allowed them to discuss budget. In the end, they settled for a Flak Gun Mark I to potentially give them an advantage over multiple shields on enemy vessels along with an extra bit of fuel to tide them over. That was it, that was ALL of their scrap, which included the extra currency they made by selling their Healing Burst. They hoped it was enough to keep them alive.
Captain Jones gathered his friends in the Bridge with a grave expression. “Okay, so the Rebels are definitely at the Exit Beacon, no escapin’ that. Just do your best and try not to die. Our priority is to buy time to escape, alright? We’re not aiming for a win, we’re aiming for an escape.”
Francis looked nervous. “I don’t want to die!”
Arthur sat on the pilot’s chair and rested his head in his hands. “We all know the risks. Let’s not be pessimistic. We’ll either succeed in getting through the beacon or they will blow us to kingdom come. We’ve better head there right now. I just hope they haven’t had time to set-up anti-ship batteries…”
“Good luck, guys! I believe in you!” They all hugged for a brief moment before marching off to their stations. Here goes nothing!
As Alfred suspected, the enemy ship had two layers of shields to deal with. The investment in the Flak Gun was worth it. Arthur warmed up the weapons and aimed the Flak Gun at the enemy engines with additional fire power aimed at their shields in the form of the Artemis missile. He also noticed that they had a teleportation pad. Well, this was about to get bloody!
WARNING! INTRUDERS DETECTED!
“Bonnefoy! Get out of engines and man the doors! I’m opening the back airlocks, don’t get caught in it, I’ll try and suffocate the bastard!” Alfred called over a private comm link as he monitored the single human intruder.
“Aye, Captain!” Francis responded, racing to his new post as the engine and oxygen rooms were starved of air. The intruder was going to regret beaming aboard alright!
In weapons, Arthur cringed as his Flak debris missed the FTL Drive. He was counting on the Artemis missile to destroy the shields to help things along. The shields were hit on both ships and they tried their best to remain stable.
WARNING! SHIELDS CRITICAL!
The oxygen room was under attack by the one intruder that was slowly suffocating because he didn’t bring a space suit. The S.S. APH’s shields were vulnerable, which meant that the Rebel Elite Fighter could definitely land more hits. This wasn’t looking great and the FTL was taking its sweet time to charge up!
Francis did his best to hold the doors firmly secured shut. This was difficult when they never invested any scrap to upgrade their reactor and subsequently their subsystems further. He could not leave his post whilst the intruder remained on board, which left the engines unmanned so that he couldn’t assist Alfred with dodging attacks, and if he left the doors to repair the broken shields Arthur would be attacked by the intruder, no doubt. This was a horrible situation and it was going to get worse.
WARNING! INTRUDERS DETECTED! WARNING! SHIELDS CRITICAL!
Arthur managed to damage the Rebel’s engines, shields and weapons but chaos had already reigned on the S.S. APH. Enemy retaliation had damaged their piloting systems, shields and engines. On top of that, there was a fire in the drone control room and the entire oxygen system had been destroyed. They were in major trouble!
WARNING! SHIELDS CRITICAL!
WARNING! HULL AT 75%!
It was a never-ending sound of alarms on the ship. Alfred was stuck repairing the piloting system so that they could continue charging the FTL Drive, Francis had left the door system room to try to fix the shields to give them SOME protection as Arthur madly aimed their weapons at the enemy ship.
Arthur panicked and knew he had to do something or they’d be stuck as a waiting target for the Rebels to destroy any minute now. He ran to the engines to repair the FTL Drive. “Alfred! I’m repairing the engines. We can’t leave if they’re broken!”
“The weapons are auto-firing, right?!” he called back.
“Yes! I…” Wow, the air was constricting in this room. He continued working as hard as he could to get the engines back online but he couldn’t focus for some reason… “We need to get vital systems online!”
The Rebels were close to destruction but that felt like a hollow promise of victory. The teleportation room activated again and now they had THAT to deal with too.
Alfred was sweating. The drone room was directly behind the Bridge and that was completely on fire now. He couldn’t run to help his friends and they were losing! He checked the ship surveillance to see how everyone was and his eyes widened in horror. “FRANCIS, GET TO THE OXYGEN ROOM NOW. FIX IT QUICKLY, ARTHUR’S DYING!”
“What?!” came the Frenchman’s startled response. “I’ll head there now!”
“ARTIE, BUDDY! Your vitals are critical. Are you conscious?! Get out of there and head to the medbay right now. ARTHUR! Move it! Please…”
Arthur was hanging on by a thread. He could barely move but he had to get out of there. Somehow he got to his feet and felt his way out of the engine room. His health was waning and he almost fainted en route to the medbay. He had to get there. To heal. To breathe. There was so much NOISE. Where was medbay again?
WARNING! INTRUDERS DETECTED!
Arthur collapsed on a bed in the medical wing. Luckily the system was able to start helping him to convalesce but he was extremely close to death! Thankfully he made it there in time.
Francis was struggling. It took a lot of effort but the oxygen was back online! He coughed and hurried over to the medbay as his health depleted further. He was the second member close to death that day. He saw Arthur and relaxed, letting the system heal his body.
BOOM! The enemy vessel exploded leaving them with a nice bit of fuel to move on when they weren’t burning to death. That was one less worry for Alfred but he had plenty more to deal with post-battle. Namely the one intruder destroying their weapons room!
Alfred sighed with relief and spent a moment recovering. He checked on his friends’ vital signs... they seemed to be improving in the medbay. Good. That was too close for comfort. He exhaled and began opening most of the airlocks, not only to deal with the raging fire in the room behind him but also to make the intruder suffer.
He watched as the oxygen fled the ship and waited for his best friend to regain consciousness. They had to get this ship running again pronto or they’d face another vessel, which they can’t afford to do!
WARNING! INTRUDERS DETECTED!
Alfred made a beeline to the medbay once most of the fire was extinguished. He hugged Arthur once he woke up and dragged him to the door systems room. “Good job there, Artie. Sorry you almost died, but we’re alive now. I need you to focus and help me repair these doors or we’ll never be able to close them. Francis repaired the oxygen room, he’s healing at the moment, and we have an intruder on board and the Rebels are kicking our asses but we’ll be fine! Just help me fix shit so we can leave, okay?”
The shorter blond blinked his emerald eyes tiredly at him and nodded, helping to restore the systems. He put out the fire in the door room with Alfred and was feeling well enough to take back responsibilities on the ship.
Once all of the fires were extinguished on the ship, Alfred remotely sealed the doors and responded to an alert from the medbay. The intruder had decided to launch an attack on Francis whom was still recovering!
“Gotcha, Rebel scum!” Alfred yelled as he barrelled into the intruder and started hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. Arthur woke up his bearded friend and together the three of them eliminated the rebel for good. Panting, the crewmates gathered their wits as the medbay healed them.
Francis looked pale. “I think we almost died. For real that time.”
Arthur bit his lip. “I should have known that something was off when I tried repairing the FTL Drive. I didn’t realise the oxygen was knocked out, I should have gone there, but my thought was to fix the engines so we could flee.”
Alfred sat down on a bed and ran a hand through his hair. “Ugh, that was horrible. I almost lost you both. I don’t want to pilot this ship on my own, we’re already a tiny crew.”
“Well we made it!” Francis chimed in optimistically.
Alfred hugged them all tightly before standing up with purpose. “Now we’re all healed, let’s get this ship functioning again and then get the fuck outta dodge!”
Arthur stretched and saluted half-heartedly. “I’ll fix drones, Jones should take engines and Bonnfoy fix my bloody weapons. When we get to the next sector we REALLY need to focus on upgrades if we can. Our reactor power is weak and we can’t use all of our systems to full capacity.”
“I know that, dude,” the Captain scoffed. “Let’s just get out of here and then worry about the technicalities.”
With repairs completed, Alfred went back to the Bridge alone. The sector map branched out into two locations. They could either go to another Engi Controlled sector, not that this sector bore much fruit for the S.S. APH, or they could risk everything and attempt to survive in Rebel Controlled territory. He groaned. Being a space Captain wasn’t as cool as he thought it would be. He wished he had convinced his friends to stay home instead.
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT SECTOR...
Chapter 2 - END
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i hate dest*el but it makes me feel like i'm not allowed in the fandom because everyone is constantly catering to them and the hellers are such bullies if you disagree. jensen being called a homophobe for knowing dean and saying he had no romantic feelings for the angel makes me angry but i thought it would blow over and instead second string actors are fanning the flames. i want to feel at home in spn fandom again but don't know how. you're so nice about it do you have any advice? thank you
hi! so, I aim to make this a friendly zone where everyone is welcome. ♥ if you cherish and respect Dean, if you love Dean FOR Dean first and foremost, this blog is a safe, loving place for everyone, no matter what you do/don’t ship or who your faves are or what you like best.
I had a post up a week or so ago that I made private (as I tend to do a lot after expressing opinions), but I am going to copy what I said in it, because reading this makes me feel like it needs reiteration:
a gentle reminder from your neighborhood mom friend - literally nothing is worth bullying/stealing from/harassing people, I know we get very emotional and invested, but our interactions with fandom are supposed to be based on enjoyment and a sense of kinship with other people who love a story and its characters too. shipping is maybe the most elastic part of any fandom because the overwhelming majority of it is fanon rather than canon, and that’s fine, but that means it’s mostly imagined and fun. there are always going to be people who disagree with whatever it is you like. find the people who make you feel welcome instead. you can rant and dislike and laugh about things as much as you want to with friends and in your own space, of course!, but seeking out people you disagree with to sow constant discord and fighting is not the way
this world is so hard and a lot of us use fiction as an escape, just…be good to each other in that engagement.
^ anon, you are well within your rights to dislike a ship, you are within your rights to ship anything you want or enjoy anything you want (provided it doesn’t hurt others in the process, and I’m so sorry if you’ve been hurt by anything or anyone in the fandom!). if someone bullies or belittles you for it...block them. I’m serious, there is no excuse for that, and you do not deserve to have your feelings disregarded or to feel like you don’t have a safe space in a fandom/story you enjoy.
I also made the post I wrote about Jensen the other night private too, which said - some of the stuff that people have become emboldened in writing about Jensen on this website that then gets copious notes is honestly appalling. he is not a fictional character. he is not a doll that everyone gets to manipulate and speak for, and the fact that concrete things he has said about the show, about where its focus was for him, are treated like a joke or as “overcompensation” or as misunderstanding of a character he spent more time crafting than anyone is very gross. idk when people decided he wasn’t an autonomous human being who has his own thoughts and his own feelings that deserve boundaries/space/respect, but it is unsettling and immature and it needs to stop.
Jensen has proven repeatedly where he stands on social issues too, so to use a ship against him is just...not it. let’s support canonical representation and progressive storytelling! using fandom as a cudgel against other people is not the way to do that.
the hostility towards Jensen and Dean on 11/5 decimated that night for me (but, and I said this to a friend the other day, oddly enough, I might not be here without the fuel of fury from that night), and has eroded the meaning of that scene a bit (and I truly loved and NEEDED the meaning of that scene, as I have waxed poetic about its content here, and keep trying to reclaim it). I’ve gotten very uncomfortable with the way people are praising his “sexy silence” and treating him conspiratorially when his issues with the finale are very clearly a separate issue, and he has spoken about it enough (in the lead-up to the finale) to give that context, for anyone who has listened to him. we know where his heart was, we know what he put into the ending to give it emotional resonance, we know he told Jared how proud he was of them and everything they achieved.
I have wonderful friends here who ship various things, there are kind people on multiple sides and, unfortunately, toxic people on multiple sides. all I can tell you is to be careful and find others who you feel comfortable with to rebuild that home. ignore/blacklist anything you need to, it doesn’t make you a bad person or a bigot to dislike a ship any more than it makes you good or bad for liking one. you are always allowed in the fandom, and to find your place within it.
I know it’s been overwhelming ever since the finale, and maybe even more so lately. I know that if you’re feeling sorrowful and wounded, it can make that worse. as with anything, there are people who take harmless fun too far, and that’s not okay, but I think a lot of the fandom is just trying to cope. we’re all coping differently, and I understand that. my way of coping has been delving into the story despite where it still aches and cuts me, to holding onto my infinite love and empathy for Dean and my sympathy and affection for Sam and my formative emotional attachment to them that began over a decade and a half ago, and all the myriad things they represent, all their intriguing facets, the worth of the many other characters I also enjoy, the weaving of all the folklore and the gothic influence. my ongoing grief over the ending aside, I’ve realized I still love the show for the core of what it was, and shipping was never my personal focus with SPN because that’s not the soul of the story (as much as transformative love IS the soul of the story, it is so much more complex and all-encompassing than that). that’s where I find my peace. (and joining anyone I can in talking about it and going through their feelings - I’ve really been feeling the echo of, “my peace is helping people.”) others are finding their peace elsewhere. I get it. we’re all trying to, as they said, carry on.
#anonymous#letterbox#fandom issues#spn for ts#i hope this helps a little bit <3#you can always stop by if you need to!
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What the Fandom (actually) thinks about the SPN Finale 15x20!
A short while ago I posted a Quiz [Which Part of Supernatural Season 16 are you?] and the post has 27 notes, so I thought barely anyone would have taken this, but it turns out actually a couple people did.
And I´m so glad I did put in one free form question: “Would be please be so kind to sum up the finale in 3 words. (Or 333 if you want to...)” Because the past days I clicked through the notifications on the quiz, which is kind of tedious, but I could not stop cause what people put in there is
a mood,
a riot,
the pure unfiltered truth,
eloquent and outrageous in the best way!
And so I collected the answers and tried to roughly group them. Which you can find under the cut. (If someone that took the quiz wants to be tagged or have the commentary removed please just message me!)
Can you guess what the most common 3 words were?
The rare acceptance or praise
not that bad // Not entirely horrible. // satisfaction and closure :D // good idea, shaky execution, ultimately fulfilling // epic love story
Grounded Truth & the well adjusted
It was something // well that happened
CW & Network aka. put the blame where it (probably) belongs
network fuckery afoot // Corporate Fuckery Ahoy! // network bullshit ruined everything // fuck the cw // Fuck the CW // Fuck you cw // cw ships wincest // FUCK ROBERT SINGER // Greed won
Make some Effort (@show)
Lazy // half-assed fever dream // feverish dream (nightmare) // Could be better // Not comprehensible, stupid, low budget // How did buckleming do better // Fuck you, spn writers. Could have done better
Hate Crime
A hate crime // literal hate crime // The hate crime // I only need 2 and it's hate and crime // subtle-but-not hate crime // hatecrime to all
Homophobia Call Out
Straight Gay Chicken// not gay enough // bad unsexy homophobic // Where's my gay? // horrific hetero nightmare // Homophobic queerbait bullshit // no homo shitshow // Bury your gays // silencing, erasing, ugly // Homophobic and incestual // homophobic disappointing stifd // Character assassination and homophobia // Stinky, censorship, offensive // Disappointingly heterosexual & bland
You need to speak fandom for that
why lamp wtf // It’s the turbo hell we were all sent to // Wheres the tapes???
Castiel centric
so no cas? // So no cas? // Needs more Cas // No Cas, pathetic // where is cas // why no Cas // where was cas // yo a ti // where was castiel
Bless you
I released scripts for a reason
Deserving Better! Damn Right!
They deserved better // They deserved better // They deserved better // dean deserved better // dean deserved better // dean deserved better // Dean deserves better // destiel deserved better // Destiel deserve better. //
Jensen deserved better // dumb , idiotic , horrible and #deanwinchesterdeservedbetter
Trash, Shit & Garbage aka. The scatological truth
FUCK THIS SHIT // Shit shit shit // Shit shit shit // total shit // Shittiest fucking shit// Total and utter shite. // Piece of shit // Fuck this shit // Complete utter shit // Fucking pointless shitshow // stupid As all fuck // That was shit. // A shit show // what a shitshow // An absolute shitshow // total shit show // a shit show // A shit show // total shitshow lmao // absolute shit show // A shit show // Rancid shit show // i would say it's a shitshow but that's mean to shit // Complete utter shit // fuck that shit // fuck that shit // fuck this shit // Absolute fuckin bullshit // fucked up shit // Utter shit bro //
Distilled horse shit // Absolute horse shit // Absolute Horseshit. 3. // Absolute dog crap // Piece of crap // pile of crap
// piece of trash // Steaming trash fire // Shit ass garbage // Gar ba ge
// Fucking trash fire // Absolute garbage fire // A dumpster fire // piece of trash // unfortunate dumpster fire // Flaming pile of garbage // disaster dumpster fire // Unsatifying flaming garbage //
Dumpster fire on ice. A mess. Underwhelming. Incomprehensible. Oof // I got 2: dumpster fire //
Complete. Fucking. Bullshit. // Complete utter bullshit // utter gross bullshit // Shit fuck shame //
hot mess inside a dumpster fire inside a train wreck
Still won´t read any praise here
The worst thing // a complete disaster // so fucked up //
It was terrible // it really sucked // Man it sucked // Well that sucked // Fucking sucked bro // it fucking sucked // it sucked ass it was fucked // Sucked major ass. // It sucked ass //
very not good :( // it was bad :( // Absolutely fucking awful // The very worst //
bad. bad. wincest... // Bad bad bad // bad poop ending // bad funni yuck //
horrendous nightmare fuel // A fucking nightmare // worst thing i’ve never seen in my life //
an absolute atrocity // a fucking disaster
it was terrible // an absolute disgrace // Just so awful // Really Fucking Bad // Literally the worst //
Real real bad // Bad stupid bad // uhh very bad // crap bad lacking // horrible rude worst //
awful // bad // bad // Crap // wack Ugh. // No // UGH //
Bad, messy, dumb // Bad terrible worst
ugh // Oof my dude // deep deep sigh
9000+ epic failure // Small dick energy
Demands!
Suck my dick // Not it motherfucker
Thinking of all of us!
We all lost
Summed up in 3 Words
Bitch. Fucker. Ass. // Death age heaven // Dead, married, forgotten // Sam Dead Car // Dead, Sad, & Car. // Dead, Sad, Car // Slow shambling death //
burns in hell //
Absurd, wtf, huh // fucking odoriferous stench.
Not Canon & Fake & Insulting
insulting. not canon // Unsatisfying, degrading, noncanonical // Disgusting Insulting Fake // sad, bullshit, not-a-finale // Embarrassing, ridiculous, insulting
// disheartening, harmful, horrible // Terrible. Disgusting. Hilarious // Incomplete. Unkind. Nonsensical. // Traumatising, stupid, horrendous // horrible incomplete unsuccessful // Disgusting, disrespectful, unreal
Disappointments & Complaints
very big disappointment // disappointing, disrespectful, baffling // An utter disappointment // disappointment of the decade // Fruitless, regressive, insulting, disturbing, and all-in-all just disappointing // the complete unpackage // supernatural finale clusterfuck // WRONG, Horrible, Offensive // poo rehash bad // Unnecessary character deaths
Betrayal & Inconsistency
Stupid awful depressing poorly written inconsistent betrayal // Boring betrayal // inconsistent, monotonous mess // inconsistent disappointing mess
Denial! Aka. The wise!
Finale? What finale? // What finale ? // what finale? // Finale? What finale? Ohhhh yeah 15x18 was great // you mean 15x18? // Did not happen. // What the...what?? // What finale ??? // um.........what finale? // finale? what finale. // what finale? it didn't air yet. last episode that aired was 15x18 pffft // what finale :) // Does Not Exist // It never happened // That didn’t happen // No, i refuse, there was a finale??? // what finale?? // It doesn't exist // it doesn't exist // Weird of season 15 to end with 19 episodes and an open ending // what finale? the show got canceled after 15x18 // Finale? What finale? Supernatural isn’t over. I’m not in denial, you are //
an atrocity i've erased from my memory // I Can't See Suddenly. I Don't Know// Don’t know her.
Consequences & Emotions (I hope you´re all okay, have a hug!)
Oh my god it was awful. Hated it. Made me reactivate in the fandom. And obses over that show AGAIN. Oh, and yeah, yeeted me to a place so dark that I got me some new scars. // Ymmmmm, fuck the finale. It got me spiraling down back to depression and self harm. Didn't make sence. Badly written. Badly executed (well, except acting) // Never wanted to claw my own face off more than watching that heap of garbage // fuckin hated it // My heart hurts // Stupid unsatisfying pain // slap inthe face // I am unhinged // Im throwing up // I am sad // i went feral // Broke my heart // hurt my feelings / I wanna die //
i hate it <3 // I hated it // I hate it // Extreme rage inducing // Trauma, It was // Oh. Oh dear. // Absolute soul crushing, sucked sunshine and joy out of this world and any other possible reality this abomination exists in. It hurt so much I actually disassociated and had a real life horrible week. Luckily anger finally swept in and fan fiction ultimately saved the day. // AWFUL. HARMFUL. DEPRESSING. I HATE IT //
Waste of time // My villain origin story //
Destroyed rewatch value
This is unfortunately too true
disturbingly pro-suicide // odd lacking empty
Valid Questions:
why’d’ya do that // Why why why
WTF?! What the … “The popular 3”
What The Fuck // What the fuck// what the fuck // What the fuck. // what the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck. // What the fuck // What. The. Fuck. // What The Fuck // What the fuck // what the fuck // what the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck // What the fuck?! // What. The. Fuck. // What the fuck?! // what. the. fuck. (was that????) // What the actual fuck? // 1. What 2. The 3. Fuck // 'what the fuck' // The actual fuck? // What the heck, //// What the heck // What the heck // what the hell // What the hell? // what the hell
Narative & Character Development
That was pointless // Failure of storytelling // 15 years of story and character development down the fucking drain // Fuck character arcs, no free will // Assassination of character // Lost character development // character development is dead // disjointed alien mess I don't know these characters what the fuck // boring, loveless, characters are ignoring // Season 1 Finale. // From darker timeline // Awful Forgetable OOC // piece of shit all the character development thrown out the window. cas deserved better (also to be with dean cause they are in love) // Underwhelming, disappointing garbage, a slap in the face of chatacter development. //
the dark ending // The Chuck ending we didn't deserve. //
a dumpster fire on the level of the GoT finale - all character dev & story arc thrown out. CLOWN VAMPIRES
The Jokers among us, or those finding a laugh in the grimmest things
a comedy // Just a joke
Relateable:
AAAA AAAAA AAAA // AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I see what you did there and I love you
333 // 333 // 333 // 333 // 333 variations of the word fuck
I especially love you
666
Rebels!
4 words (sorry): they showed their hand // The end of hope (that’s 4 words but too bad)
Didn´t watch the Finale for various reasons
Haven’t seen it, // i didn't watch it out of spite // haven't seen it yet for some reason // didn’t watch it // I didn’t watch it but everything that happened because of it activated the decade-old sleeper agent part of my brain that was a spn fan // I stopped watching spn in the middle of season 12... The finale was awful from what I gathered
Hello Stranger, we welcome you here
I don't actually watch SPN I'm taking this for kicks bro
The Refusal (either of the finale or the question)
Nope // No thank you // no // No // No thanks, fuckers // No thank you. // No // This is bullshit // haha what? No // Please, not this // Oh god no // noooooo oooo ooo // ....no. // No. It sucks // I will not <3 // no thank you // no no no // no thank you // Lmao wtf no // Nope. Just no.
Refusal is self care!
No, I won't let it hurt me again. // I can't, it's too bad
The offensive Wig!
Party city wig // party city wig // party city wig // Homophobic, bad, wig // shitty sam wig // party city wig // Party City Wig // party city wig // Jared's fucking wig //
bad, homophobic, party city wig // The Wig™
Blurry wife
Sam's blurry wife
The Nail / Rebar! ( @the-rusty-nail-that-killed-dean @therustynailthatkilleddean you are recognized)
nailed by dickbar // rusty nail wins // Rusty fuckin nail. // Nail Dean Death Clown // dean got nailed // Rebar. Cas helped.
All of those
Dickbar, Blurry Wife, Driving for 40yrs,Party City Wig, Drone Shot (cringe) // absolute trash fire garbage, burn the party city wig and the cw down but keep the dog
Those with crystal balls
expected i guess // disappointed, not surprised
Puzzled (Yeah me too) or Undecided or Eh
i don’t even fucking know // Jggfdv // Huy // Meh // Meh // meh // it was bad ??
Let´s create great fanworks!!
free real estate
Defies Categories and is good stuff
everything for nothing. // traumatizing, badly-written, comedic // devastating yet obnoxious // God is dead but hegemonic masculinity is still kicking // maam this is a wendys // am so glad that I was a whovian. I've dodged two bullets. // F's in the chat // >:((
I´m sorry, I failed you with this quiz
quiz was wrong // Dude. Dude you gave me "liking the finale" a minute ago. I assure you; i did not. "You have found peace" bro I haven't known a SECOND of peace since that ill-begotten nightmare of a shitstorm // [[“I STILL HOPE UR DAY WAS G”:]] HOW THE FUCK DID I GET THAT I LIKED THE FINALE PLS OP THIS IS NOT A MARK ON YOU OR ANYTHIG I LOVE U EVEN IF I DON'T KNOW YOU BTU PLS THE DEPRESSIVE STATE THAT I SPENT MY LIFE IN POST-FINALE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE SHAMED IN THIS WAY I. PLEASE. I DID NOT LIKE THE FINALE. HOW DO I GET A DIFFERENT ANSWER PLEASE
Misha? Was that you?
Rancid Nut Work
Particular Stuff
Fuck john Winchester //
[[“ Mj”; ]]fucking disgusting shitshow [okay so that was 3 words, but MAY I JUST SAY, c*w was incredibly disrespectful to Misha, Cas, Jensen, and Dean. Misha played a Cas for 12 years, and then he's not even in the finale? and Cas gets mentioned a whopping total of 2 times after he confesses his love to Dean?? and then, Jensen. 15 years of his life on Supernatural. Jensen turned down the role to be Captain America, and his best friend is Dean, the character he plays. But then Dean dies on a rusty nail, never getting to actually live his life? Dean died how he always thought he would- and he died as "Daddy's Blunt Instrument", finishing off his dad's unfinished case. J*hn Winch*ster ab*sed him and Sam mentally, emotionally, and possibly physically too, and does NOT deserve to get a Heaven at all, least of all, a Heaven right by Deans. Dean never got to live how he wanted to and was repressed as fuck, and this is all because of his dad, the resident shit head. And don't even get me started on the queer erasure, and racism. Kevin Tran deserved better. He, after through all he suffered on Earth, deserves to go to Heaven, not be tortured in the afterlife forever. I fully believe that it's just because he was Asian. If J*hn got into Heaven, why couldn't Kevin. Also, not to mention, Charlie, Rowena, Claire, Patience, Kaia, Crowley, Donna, and Jodi, and probably countless of other queer characters who were erased. They were silenced and fuck the cw for doing that. I could add so much more, but for now, have an excellent day and a wonderful year :)] //
[[“Yellowcollins”:]] hat the fuck was that literally what the fuck. I’m convinced the writers did not watch a single episode they made past season 3. There was literally not a SINGLE character from season 4 onwards in the finale. LITERALLY. NO. ONE. and what about “family don’t end in blood” that they’ve been preaching since LITERALLY season 1??? huh??????? nah fuck 15x20, this will go down and the WORST ending in the history of endings.
[cookie] < for everyone that made it that far ;)
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Confession (Rated PG13)
(Written for the anon prompt ‘You’re frightening me!’)
Knock-knock-knock
“A-zira-phale?”
Sitting at his desk, catching up with the newspaper, Aziraphale peers over his shoulder in the direction of the door.
“Crowley?” he murmurs but he doesn’t get up. No need. If he waits a moment, the locked door will swing open and the demon will let himself inside.
Or it should.
It doesn’t, and the knocking continues.
Knock-knock-knock
“A-zira-phale?” the voice sings through the bolted wood. “Are you in? Are you there? Can you answer the door, please?”
Aziraphale pulls a face, glaring at the locks, silently scolding them for not turning. ‘Why doesn’t he just open the damned door? It’s not that hard. A snap of the fingers will do it.’
Knock-knock-knock
“A---aziraphale? Please? Open the door?”
Aziraphale pushes back from his desk and starts towards the door. “Crowley? What on Earth is wrong with you?”
‘But is it really him?’ a voice inside Aziraphale’s head chimes in. It sounds like him, but not like him, and that makes Aziraphale anxious. He slows his steps but still keeps on despite the warning bells sounding in his brain, summoned by Crowley’s haunting knock and his voice thick with confusion. No, it doesn’t sound like him. Doesn’t sound like him at all. But it feels like him, which is to say Aziraphale senses an aura on the opposite side of the door that supernatural entities possess. This one feels evil, but in a familiar way, so it should be Crowley. If it is him, why doesn’t he miracle his way in like normal? Aziraphale can’t recall the last time Crowley actually knocked on his locked door. It doesn’t make sense for him to be hanging out on Aziraphale’s doorstep, knocking ominously and begging for Aziraphale to let him in - even if he’s drunk, as Aziraphale suspects.
Unless this is a ruse.
That gives Aziraphale a moment’s pause.
If it is, it would explain so much, like why he hasn’t heard from Crowley all day.
Crowley told Aziraphale that he believed Heaven and Hell would only leave them be for a bit, and ever since, Aziraphale has been on edge, waiting for either side to spring a trap. This could definitely be one – Gabriel or Beelzebub ready to whisk him away and force him to face judgment again.
They could be planning to use him as bait to get to Crowley. Or maybe the reverse is true. Maybe they already have Crowley and this is them using him as their puppet to lure Aziraphale out.
The thought hurries Aziraphale’s steps.
Knock-knock-knock
“Aziraphale.”
Knock-knock-knock
“Aziraphale.”
Knock-knock-knock
“Azira---?“
In a knee-jerk decision, Aziraphale opts to miracle the door open before he gets there in case it isn’t Crowley. If it’s not Crowley, he can miracle the offender away without risk of capture.
But no.
After five straight minutes of mounting terror, the doors swing open and there’s Crowley, ten thousand sheets to the wind. Leaning his full weight against the door, he falls forward onto his hands and knees at the angel’s feet, glasses flying off his nose, thoroughly confused when he comes face to face with Aziraphale’s shoes.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale snaps, crouching down to help him up. “What are you doing!?”
“Oh, there you are!” Crowley smiles, loopy and bright, but his wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes hint that he’s been crying. “Hello, Aziraphale!”
“Did you drive here like this!?”
“Nah. I walked.”
Aziraphale helps Crowley find his feet, but he immediately topples over again, knocking into a counter and sliding a stack of vintage hardcovers to the floor.
“I find that difficult to believe,” Aziraphale mutters, locking up again with a wave of his hand. “But why walk here? Drunk, of all things!?”
“I needed the fresh air.”
Aziraphale slips underneath Crowley’s arm to shoulder his weight and helps him limp to the back room. “But why?”
“I’ve been thinking.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“There’s something I need.” He nods at Aziraphale in thanks when the angel sets him down on the couch. “Something I’m hoping you can help me with.”
“And what’s that, my dear?”
Crowley slumps forward, hands folded between his knees, looking up at Aziraphale with pleading, yellow eyes.
“I want you to take a confession from me.”
It would be a gross understatement to say that Aziraphale is startled by those words. Out of Crowley’s mouth, they shake him to his core. “I … I don’t think I should.”
“Why?” Crowley sneers. “Because I’m a demon?”
“No, because I’m not a priest!”
“You’re an angel!”
“True, but I’m not sure that makes me qualified!” It’s a bizarre explanation, but it’s honest. Aziraphale doesn’t know how that works. Technically, he should be able to do it. He’s a representative of the Almighty. But the rules about things like confession and Eucharist and ceremonial rites don’t belong to angels. They belong to mortals. “Besides, what have you done that you feel the need to atone for?”
“I … I’ve been keeping secrets from you. Big secrets.”
“That’s not a sin.”
“But it feels like it. It really, really does.”
“Well, what kind of secrets are they? Have you killed anyone?”
“No.”
“Maimed?”
“No.”
“Have you stolen something?”
“No.”
“Kidnapped anymore children?”
“No.”
“Coveted something?”
“Nngh … ye---I …” Crowley closes his mouth and swallows. “You know what? I might be a little too drunk for this. Maybe I should sober up first.”
“Always a good idea.” Aziraphale puts out an empty wine bottle for Crowley to use lest he get alcohol all over the floor. “How much did you drink anyway?”
“A bottle of wine … or four,” Crowley admits.
“A-ha …” Aziraphale casually fetches another empty wine bottle and puts it beside the first, just in case.
Crowley focuses on the tall, green bottle – focuses on filling it – when something Aziraphale does captures his attention. He watches the angel take a matchbook out of his pocket. He opens it, plucks out a single match, and strikes it, preparing to light the candles standing in antique brass holders on the table, precariously positioned alongside stacks of more books, random papers, old clippings and the like. Flashes of fire fill Crowley’s memory – heat so vivid it sears his lungs, black smoke clogging his sinuses. He remembers it like it was yesterday - the walls of Aziraphale’s shop buckling from the heat, the ceiling crumbling over his head, the gramophone grinding out its last, playing a warped, morbid requiem to, of everything, his and Aziraphale’s friendship.
And the paper, like hundreds of tiny insects curling into ash and fluttering around him, setting everything they touched ablaze. That’s how the fire spread – all the damned paper in this place fueling the flames.
And Aziraphale is about to do it all again.
“No. Don’t do that,” Crowley mumbles, getting unsteadily up off the couch. When Aziraphale doesn’t seem to hear, he grabs the match in his bare hand, crushing the flame in his palm. “Don’t do that!”
Aziraphale stares at Crowley’s hand clutching the smoking remains of the match. “What’s wrong with you, Crowley!? What’s going on!? Talk to me! You’re not making sense!”
“I’m not making sense!? You’re the one wat keeps eight dozen candles in a rundown old store filled with books!”
“What are you going on about!? I don’t understand!” Aziraphale takes a step back. His momentum pulls Crowley forward and the demon loses his footing, tripping and falling to the floor. Reaching out for something to support himself, he wraps his arms around Aziraphale’s waist and hugs him tight. But even though he feels Aziraphale, he doesn’t see Aziraphale.
He sees fire.
“Where are you?” Crowley’s eyes look everywhere – left, right, straight at Aziraphale – but he can’t see him. “Are you ‘ere?”
“What do you mean am I here!? You’ve got your arms wrapped around me, you idiot!”
“No. No, I’ve done this before, and I’ve woken up hugging my pillow, and you’d gone. You’d gone, and … when you leave, there’s nothing to hold on to. No you. I need to know …” He starts fumbling with Aziraphale’s clothes, tugging at the buttons to his waistcoat and pulling up his shirt.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale gasps, but he doesn’t fight him off. “What are you doing?”
“I need to find you!”
“I’m right here, dear boy. Please, stop! I don’t … I don’t know what you’re doing … what you’re searching for! Crowley, you’re … you’re frightening me!”
Like a slap to the face, that makes Crowley stop, makes him roll back on his heels and rise to his feet.
“I’m … I’m sorry. I …” Crowley shakes his head, concentrates harder on sobering up, pushing the alcohol out of his system. His vision starts to clear. Through the smoke and the flames in his memory he can make out glimpses of Aziraphale’s face, but he’s not the calm, ethereal specter from the pub. He’s breathing hard, wide-eyed with concern, and possibly fear, staring at Crowley as if he’s gone mad.
And he’s probably correct.
“I didn’t mean to … I … I’ll go …”
“No!” Aziraphale says. “No, wait! Don’t leave!”
“You said I … I frightened you.”
“I may have misspoke. You caught me off guard. I’m trying my best to understand what’s going on. I didn’t think you were going to hurt me. That’s not what I meant. I’m scared for you, Crowley.”
“I’ll … I’ll be all right. I just have to …” He puts a hand to his pounding temple, pinches his eyes shut, sobers up a sliver more. “I should go.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Aziraphale grabs him by the shoulder, gently but firmly. “Not at this hour, not in this state.”
“I’ll sober up. I won’t hurt anyone.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Aziraphale sighs. After 6000 years, how come it’s still so difficult to talk to one another? “Come … come here, Crowley. Settle down a moment. We’ll sort things out. I just need a minute to think.”
Crowley acquiesces but he doesn’t sit on the sofa. He sinks back to the floor on his knees, as if sitting might require too much effort. Aziraphale’s sympathetic blue eyes examine every line on his exhausted face. This happens on and off lately, Crowley suffering from nightmares that bring him, in various degrees of drunkenness, to Aziraphale’s door. Nothing to this extent has happened before, but Aziraphale figured it was a matter of time.
Crowley needs help. What’s going on inside his head, he doesn’t open up about, and he’s not handling it well. Aziraphale knows it has something to do with the fire in his bookshop, but that’s as far as he’s gotten Crowley to divulge. Aziraphale also knows that Crowley’s demonic power is linked quite closely to his imagination, ergo he must fear that if he talks about it – talks about the fear he felt, the overwhelming loss, the pain it left in him - he’ll speak it into existence. The fire will have been real, Aziraphale will be gone, and there won’t be any way of getting him back.
Crowley is stuck, and Aziraphale needs to come up with a way to lead him out of the dark.
Aziraphale starts straightening his wrinkled waistcoat, but a moment later, he unbuttons it. He removes his bowtie and slips it safely into his pocket. Then he opens his shirt one button past half way, all under the watchful and curious eyes of his demon. Aziraphale slides off the sofa onto his knees. He puts a hand on Crowley’s shoulder and pulls, brings the demon’s head to his chest, positioning his ear over his heart, the echo of what shouldn’t be there beating steady and strong against his ear.
But Crowley hears it because both angel and demon imagine it to be so.
“Here I am,” Aziraphale whispers, running his fingers through Crowley’s hair. “I’m right here. I haven’t gone. And I haven’t left you.”
The warmth of his skin, a beating heart, the rhythmic ebb and flow of his breathing – they’re real as long as Crowley has faith.
Faith in Aziraphale.
And Crowley falls apart.
“I … I th-thought you’d gone!” he stutters, winding his arms around Aziraphale’s torso and hugging him hard. “I th-thought you’d gone for good! You left me here alone! And I … I didn’t know how to bring you back! I didn’t know what to do without you!”
“There, there, dearest.” Aziraphale wraps his arms around Crowley’s shoulders and rocks him. “It’s all right. I’m here. I promise. I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
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Target [Dabi x ua!Reader] Chapter 10
So long, you guys :)
First of all, I wanna say I'm so, so sorry for taking so long. I have no proper excuse other than the fact that I was busy and completely blocked. Writersblock's a bitch.
Anyhow, heres the new chapter, and this is probably the first time I'm liking a chapter of this fic so much, hopefully you agree.
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It was a day after she told him everything that his nightmare began.
It all started when Kurogiri suddenly appeared in his room (his door was fucking locked. He had a lot going on in his mind and was in no mood to deal any of the idiotic members of the League at the moment) and told him (while ignoring Dabi’s death glare) that Shigaraki called them all to a meeting, urgently.
The moment his words got to Dabi’s ears, sourness invaded his mouth and an unsettling feeling started in his stomach.
Dabi rarely lost his cool. Just like he rarely got worried about anything for the matter. So, the few times he felt like this, he just knew there was something really, really serious going on… and something that he’d definitely not like.
His mind briefly flickered the image of the captive girl, but he was quick to shove the image away.
In his well rehearsed emotionless face, and in usual aloofness, he unlocked his door and walked through the halls making his way to ‘the office’, at least that’s what they called it.
It was the room that kept all of the computers, devices and so that they might need for any of their missions; and it was also the room that was furthest away from where their prisoner was being kept. Whenever Shigaraki wanted to have a meeting, or wanted to discuss any matter that he didn’t want the UA student to hear, they’ll meet there.
Everyone was already there when he entered the room.
Dabi could already could already feel Shigaraki’s eyes on him as he closed the door behind him.
It took a few moments before he started to talk.
“You were right when you said the heroes were desperate” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth, eyes looking straight at him even if they were hidden behind his bangs “But that didn’t actually work for the better” this time, he gazed at all of them.
For a brief moment, he thought this was it.
Shigaraki had made up his mind, changed his initial decision and decided to kill the girl for once and for all.
The girl was dying.
For a flicker moment, and after years of never feeling anything like it, Dabi felt a bubble of desperation rising up his throat. His usual comebacks and quick thinking wouldn’t ever be fast enough to come up with an excuse this time. But, the feeling almost went just as quickly as it came when his mind stopped his mental mumblings with a ‘Wait’.
What, exactly, changed?
There must be a reason why Shigaraki changed his mind, or was this one of his immature tantrums?
Even if he was curious as to why the reason of this might be, Dabi wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to ask. He knew there was something going on in his sick mind, whatever it was it promised to be no good… And Dabi wasn’t stupid enough to give him any sort of leverage or add fuel to the fire.
When Shigaraki seemed to realize that he wasn’t getting any sort of reaction out of him, he finally spoke.
“The Pros are desperate.” He said again. “And the fact that they don’t have All Might to help them with this seems to make things worse” He was pointing out the obvious, and Dabi was starting to wonder if this was one of the ‘Please see my master’ talks once again… But the sour feeling in his gut wasn’t going away. “So now, they searched for the next best thing…”
Holy fuck.
Every single muscle in Dabi’s body stilled… because he just fucking knew where this was going.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
“It’s just been announced that the case’s being transferred to Endeavor” Shigaraki continued, but his raspy voice seemed far away now.
It was taking almost all of his strength and self control not to blast off the entire base.
His jaw was clenched so tight, his teeth felt like they would explode in little pieces any moment now, knuckles hiding in his coat pockets were probably white as snow by now, and nails digging in pierced the already weak skin of his palms since he started to felt a liquid sensation settling on his fingers.
But God or the Devil help him… he’ll de dammed if he reacted even in the most imperceptible way.
He’d rather get his already burnt skin ripped off like a band aid than let Shigaraki, or anyone of the League for the matter, know who he really was.
“While he’s no All Might, he’s the Number 1 Hero now… with an almost insane need to surpass All Might” Shigaraki continued as Dabi tried to control his raged breathing. He was right about that. “That means we’re short outta time”
“Does he has a lead on us or somethin’?” Magne asked, clearly not understanding the seriousness of the situation.
“It’s only a matter of moments before he has one” Kurogiri practically took the words out of Dabi’s mouth.
If Enji didn’t have a clue yet, he’ll have one soon enough.
“We need to be even more careful now. I’ll go fetch everything we need to last for a few weeks, and no one will leave the base unless strictly necessary” Kurogiri continued.
“You heard that?” Shigaraki asked him, only earning a side glance from Dabi. “You have two weeks to deal with the little brat. If you can’t make it happen by then, I’ll deal with her” He threatened, to then leave the room with Kurogiri tailing behind him.
Shigaraki was a fucking idiot if he thought they have the luxury of two weeks. Endeavor’d rather die than take that long, much less when this was his first (not to mention of extreme importance) case as the Number One Hero.
Thinking they have two weeks before Enji got close to them was a delusion.
“I’ll hurry if I were you” Spinner muttered to him on his way out.
Like he didn’t fucking know that.
But, Enji now being in charge of the mission was just the tip of the fucking Iceberg.
After the meeting, it took Dabi several hours to cool off. Hence why Twice took care of the prisoner’s breakfast while Dabi tried to not set his entire room a-flames.
And while he still wanted to burn to crisps everyone that crossed his path, he got out of his room for lunch, with a better self control over himself, yet even more angry than before.
What definitely didn’t help, was that Toga was in charge of lunch and there was barely anything to make a decent meal to eat. Kurogiri and Shigaraki were still trying to figure out what the Pros and the Police might know about them, so he wouldn’t be leaving to get food till later.
So, when Toga left something gross-looking she claimed to be soup on his hands, there was barely any other options. He just gulped the disgusting thing down before his tongue could even taste it and he hoped he didn’t get sick later.
The moment his soup bowl was empty, Toga was in front of him with another one and he almost jumped up from his place and fled thinking she was offering a second round.
“You’ll be taking lunch to (Y/N) or is Twice doing it?” She said with a ‘sweet’ smile that could almost fool him.
He blinked at her with half-confused eyes and looked down at the disgusting bowl on her hands.
“I’ll do it” He simply said, and Toga jumped in glee almost spilling the whole thing on him.
“Great!” She squealed. “Specially made for her” She said, as she placed the bowl and a spoon on his hands with the same sickly sweet smile.
And honestly… he should’ve known something was off right then.
Blinking as Toga walked away jumping around, he then rolled his eyes and made his way towards the cell.
She hasn’t finish the book Twice gifted her yet, so he found her reading it as he usually did this past days.
Her eyes flickered at him for a moment, looking at him through her lashes, to then return to the book.
“Hmm, I thought you died when Twice brought me breakfast today” She said, not looking at him, as he made his way towards her. “Pity” She said sarcastically, and if the conditions were different, just like any other day, he’ll let a short chuckle at her sassy antics.
But since the eyes of his stupid father were still clouding his mind, he didn’t.
And she quickly took note of that.
“Someone’s in a mood today” She pointed out, as she looked curiously at him.
“Would you just shut up and eat?” He just said. She was right, he wasn’t in the mood today.
“Yeez” She quietly muttered as she rolled her eyes and moved closer to the bowl that was now resting in her hard bed. “Holy cow!” She exclaimed once she got close enough. “This smells absolutely disgusting!” She added with a gag.
He didn’t disagree.
But, again, he wasn’t in the mood today.
“If you have the impression you’re staying in a five star hotel right now, sorry to disappoint you, princess. We don’t exactly have a Professional Chef out there” He said, and it definitely came out way more acidly than the intended.
She turned to look at him with wide eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Dabi, what is your deal today?” She exclaimed clearly shocked.
She was talking to him like she was some old friend. With so much familiarity, considerably comfortable around him… and he was to blame for that.
“Would you just eat your damn food?” He sighed tiredly, not caring that he ignored her question.
But her eyes flickered down, to his hands and her eyes widened even more, if possible.
“Oh my God” She whispered. “What happened?” She asked as she took one of his hands in hers, and carefully brushed her thumb around the bloody, red marks his own nails left.
He was quick to snatch his hand away… Because her touch fucking burned him and that was fucking ironic and fucking hilarious.
It was the first time she was the one that reached out to touch him… and he couldn’t even describe how that felt or if he liked it or not.
It seemed that you didn’t notice his rash action nor minded it, because your concerned eyes were still trained on his now recoiled hands.
“Are you all right?” She asked, and her concern almost seemed genuine.
“No need to pretend you care around me, babe” Dabi said with a dry smirk on his lips. “Just moments ago you told me it was a pity I didn’t die”
She looked offended now.
“That was a joke” She spat out, like it was obvious. “Contrary to you, I don’t take pleasure in people getting hurt. Wether they’re villains or not” It sounded honest.
But, if she was trying to get a reaction out of him, she was wasting her time.
“Ever so righteous” He said mockingly, and he could see hurt flash her eyes for a millisecond, but she quickly masked it away with a scoff while darting her eyes off of him.
“Forget it” She muttered.
Dabi felt just the tiniest amount of unsettlement in him, like he did something wrong, but when his eyes landed in the untouched soup bowl he remembered what he was here for.
“Finish that up already” He said, pointing the bowl with his eyes. “It’s Toga’s food, and it’s fucking disgusting but it’s probably the only thing you’ll be getting till late at night or till the morning”
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Y’all seem to be awfully busy” She said, clearly suspicious.
“Eat up” Dabi ordered, tired of fooling around already.
“You’re delusional if you think I can put this in my mouth without puking!” She complained.
“For fucks sake, just gulp it all down!” Dabi exclaimed nearly exasperated.
If another word dared to escape her mouth, he was going to force the thing down her throat himself.
But there was no need, because she held her breath, lifted the bowl with her hands, placed her lips on the edges and did exactly what he asked her to.
And it only took him seconds to regret that decision.
She only gulped the soup down twice before starting to cough the whole thing out.
For a second, he thought she was fucking lucky that not a drop landed on him, because if some of the fucking thing landed on him he would’ve blasted her face off to a better place.
But, when he turned to look at the splattered liquid on the floor, soup was not the only thing that’s been cough out there.
There were traces of red. Deep red.
He distinctly remember it to be a beige-greenish color. No fucking red on it.
But the red color wasn’t the only thing out of place.
There were little chunks of something. Something other than the veggies.
He felt like his soul was leaving his body, color draining from his face and completely breathless.
His eyes widened like never before when he took a closer look and realized with nothing else but horror, what those chunks of something actually were.
Sharps of glass and metal.
His head snapped towards the girl that was still coughing out blood relentlessly.
She could barely even breath, unable to stop the coughs.
Her face was crimson, and so were her now tearful eyes.
There was blood on her lips and on the corners of her mouth.
Dabi could swear… he never felt this terrified before.
“O-Oh my G-God” She managed to get out only to continue to cough right after, making Dabi almost jump up to help her.
“Hey! Hey!” He exclaimed, desperation now clear in his voice as he held her. “C’mon (Y/N), breathe!!” And she tried to, she tried to take a deep breath but was cut off instantly as she continued to cough out blood and pieces of sharps. “Fuck!!” He cursed out loud.
What the hell was even going on!?
The coughing just wouldn’t fucking stop, and she looked more desperate to breath with every passing second.
Dabi was loosing his goddamn mind.
“Calm down, (Y/N). Just breathe!!” He didn’t even know how he should be assisting the situation. The only thing clear was that he was fucking terrified. “Okay, just lift your arms, alright?” It sounded like he was pleading. But it was no use. Wether she wanted to do as he said or not it seemed like her hands couldn’t stop clutching her throat and chest.
Dabi just decided to do it himself.
He held her as he tried to place her in a more comfortable position, and then proceed to lift her arms. This was what people did when chocking, right!?
He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing wrong, because it was not fucking working.
She was facing him now, their bodies almost touching as he tried to keep her arms up. He was well aware that his white shirt was splattered in blood now, since he was forcing her to face him. But Dabi couldn’t care less.
He just wanted her to stop coughing.
He just didn’t have a clue. He knew how to patch up burnt flesh perfectly, treat cuts and deal with broken bones… But he had no clue what to do now.
And he was loosing his mind.
“(Y/N), wait here for a second alright?” He told her, his voice unrecognizable. “I’ll be right back, okay? It’s gonna be fine. I’ll help you, I promise” As soon as she made even the most imperceptible indication that she understood what he said, he bolted out of the room and didn’t give two fucks that he left the door open.
“Twice!” He shouted, and that was enough to bring each and every League member to where he was. After all, this was fucking Dabi, he never lost his cool.
“What is it, Dabi? Damn, you sure are an annoying little shit!” Twice said as soon as he appeared.
“Get in there, now” Dabi was quick to order while pointing at her door. He wasn’t worried about Twice. He knew the part that cared for the girl overcame the other one. Hence why Twice bolted towards the room without so much as a reply.
“What the hell happened to you?” Shigaraki asked, and while that freaky hand covered his face he was clearly looking at his shirt.
“Kurogiri, go fetch a doctor, now” Dabi ordered, completely ignoring Shigaraki’s question.
“Excuse me?” Shigaraki said again, clearly offended.
“You have blood on your shirt, Dabi. Did that ungrateful brat attack you?” Compress asked, pointing down at his shirt.
“No” He simply said, and was about to urge Kurogiri again when giggles stopped him short.
“So, the party has begun” Toga said between snickers.
He didn’t know why he hand’t realized it before, or maybe he hadn’t even have a chance to think about it since he his mind was currently occupied with the (possibly dying) girl a few rooms down the hall.
But, the minute her psycho giggles were heard, he put two and two together in less than a second.
And it took him even less to pin her agains the nearest wall, hanging her up in the air by the neck with one already considerably hot hand.
“Only God knows what the fuck’s your problem, psycho bitch” He hissed at her with narrowed eyes, hand tightening around her throat while growing hotter. “But don’t you ever fucking doubt, that I won’t fucking kill you if I want to”
“Can any of you idiots tell me what the fuck’s going on!?” Shigaraki exclaimed at them exasperated, but Dabi didn’t lose his hold on the crazy girl (who was somehow, still smiling), not even a bit.
“Kurogiri, go fetch a fucking doctor” Dabi ordered again, through clenched teeth, eyes not leaving Toga’s.
“No one’s doing shit until someone tells me what the FUCK is going on!” Shigaraki shouted this time.
“I-I just t-ook care of the p-problem” Toga said gasping for air as she clenched to Dabi’s offending hand… still giggling, somehow. “I-I just… made h-her an… e-extra special… m-meal” She added, and giggled as she could until Dabi tightened his hold on her even more.
Before anyone could say another word, Twice came rushing to where they were. His clothes now also splattered in blood.
“Dabi, she just won’t stop coughing blood! I don’t know what to do! And to make the matters worse, I stepped into all that glass because of you!” Twice said, lifting up the soles of his villain costume for everyone to see.
Soaked in blood, and pierced by tons of glass and metal shards.
“Kurogiri” Dabi said again, and this time as a warning.
“A-Alright” Kurogiri stuttered out, clearly shocked. But, before he got the chance to activate his quirk, Shigaraki’s raised hand stopped him.
“Wait” He simply said, and for the first time since Dabi got a hold on Toga he turned to him with disbelieving eyes.
“Are you fucking shitting me!?” Dabi nearly growled out. There was barely anytime to loose. Only God knew how serious this was or how much long that girl could take being in this condition.
“Why?” Shigaraki asked.
“Why!?” Dabi parroted even in more disbelief.
“Why should we tend her?” Shigaraki asked again, in complete calm. “Toga was right. She was just taking care of the problem. It was without my permission, which I can’t say that it doesn’t bother me. But, it she just wanted to get the job done” He said carelessly.
What fucking excuse could Dabi even give him?
What could he possibly say that was at least a bit reasonable?
“I didn’t join the League to do half-assed jobs” It was the first thing that came out of his mouth. But he knew he was loosing it. He was acting recklessly, and his facade was nowhere around anymore.
Even he wouldn’t fall for such a weak ass excuse.
“The message is the same” Shigaraki shrugged. “We killed the girl before the Pros came. Point for us”
He didn’t know what the fuck to say.
“W-Why do you look s-so worried, D-Dabi? Shouldn’t you be r-relieved?” Toga asked him and he instantly turned to her. She was clearly mocking him. A Cheshire cat-like smile adorning her face.
There was nothing else left to do now, so fuck it.
“If Kurogiri doesn’t get a doctor here now, there’ll be two girls dying here today.” Dabi said, and the temperature in his hand rose considerably, making Toga cry out out loud.
“Shigaraki Tomura!” Kurogiri suddenly pleaded. Clearly realizing there were only two ways out of this. Either they find medical help for the aspiring hero, or they’ll be dealing with two corpses soon enough.
Shigaraki stayed completely still for a few moments, while Toga desperately tried to get out of Dabi’s hold, and Kurogiri pleaded him with his eyes.
“Careful, Dabi…” He then said. “Or one might think you actually care for this girl” The smirk on his face was so wicked, it looked straight out of a horror movie.
Dabi said nothing.
It was only when Shigaraki shot a glance at Kurogiri, and he quickly left using his quirk, that Dabi dropped Toga on the floor.
“I’ll get out of my sight if I were you” Dabi hissed out, and Toga was quick to do as he said, bolting right out of there the moment she could.
To Dabi’s fucking relief and fucking mental state, Kurogiri and a villain doctor he already knew (from previous post-missions and so) appeared right after.
He’d better fucking fix her.
A.N.:
I intended to make this chapter a big longer than it ended up being, but while writing it it just didnt feel right and decided that what happens next just fits better the next chapter.
Anyways, while I do like this chapter, I'm still kinda worried. I'm worried I'm not getting the character's personalities right. So, if you think this is a bit OOC please let me know. It's kinda hard to figure this villains out tbh.
Another thing (and I don't remember if I already told you this or not but I'm too lazy to check right now) most of my inspiration for fics I write come from songs, believe it or not. There's just nothing that puts me in a better creative mood than songs, and this fic is no exception.
Mostly, I listen to "Natural" by Imagine Dragons, "Young God" by Halsey, "Play With Fire" by Sam Tinnesz, and "11 Minutes by YUNGBLUD, Halsey and Travis Barker because they make me think of Dabi.
My point with all this is: If you have a song that reminds you of him or of this fic, please let me know? It helps.
Anyways, Thoughts?
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Chapter 2
Sex in the garage happened shortly after they finished putting on the rims. Actually, it was surprising that they finished putting them on. It was incredibly hot, but it didn’t include what Blaine had initially thought it would, and that was ok. As they lay post-coital in the back seat of Blaine’s Prius, Kurt gently kissed Blaine’s forehead.
“So,” Kurt bit his bottom lip tentatively. “Are you disappointed?”
“In what? The rims?”
“In me. In what we just did?”
Blaine just stared at Kurt in disbelief. “What? No. Kurt, you just bent me over my car and dominated me. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. I could never be disappointed in our sex life. You’re amazing. What we do is amazing,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt’s lips tenderly.
“But we didn’t do the rimming thing. Wasn’t that your fantasy?” Kurt dropped his gaze down so that he couldn’t see the disappointment in Blaine’s eyes.
“You’re my fantasy, Kurt. Anything we do together, intimately, is what I dream of. Do I still want to try it one day? Hell yes. But there isn’t much I wouldn’t try if you asked me to. But we have the rest of our lives for that. Besides, prep and cleanliness are essential, and right now we are filthy,” Blaine chuckled, sliding a finger through the sticky mess on his abdomen.
“Then, I want to try it. Some day. In the near future. When we have time. Definitely not in the garage,” Kurt giggled a little as Blaine’s fingers moved to his stomach, his fingers dancing in the mess they’d created there. “When did you say your parents were going on that weekend trip?
Blaine swallowed his breath. “Next weekend. “But Kurt, there’s no rush. No pressure.”
“Boo, I thought pressure might feel kinda good,” Kurt said mischievously.
The next thing he knew, he was flipped onto his back, his boyfriend sitting in between his legs, coating lube onto his fingers. “Good, because you’re about to feel some,” Blaine said, sliding a finger into Kurt’s slick heat.
Blaine had been insatiable that week. It was only Wednesday, and Kurt was exhausted. He took a sip of strong coffee as he scrolled through the article that he had been too timid to read earlier in the week.
He felt his cheeks grow dark red as he read tip two. Douching? Yes, he knew it was imperative that he be clean before they attempted this, but THAT seemed a little excessive. Then again, Blaine was going to put his tongue there, so maybe it really wasn’t that extreme.
Speaking of extreme, tip number fourteen was going to be a little awkward. Shaving, and the article suggested getting your partner to do it for you. How was he going to bring that up in conversation? “Hey baby. I need you to shave my butthole so you don’t end up flossing while you’re down there.” Kurt’s cheeks flamed red, and this was only an imaginary conversation.
He could wax. Actually, the article recommended it. He had waxed before. He had done his eyebrows and even manscaped his balls, but he’d never ventured that far back. That was something they’d have to talk about because if he was going to do this, he didn’t want to embarrass himself. And he’d have to order the wax because he was out.
He moved to the tip about lube. It suggested water-based, natural lubes. It had suggested flavored lube as well. They had tried flavored lube before, but Kurt didn’t particularly like that raspberry flavor. And he wasn’t sure that it was all-natural.
Then, there was the issue of protection. There were quite a few risks. Anal play, in general, had its risks, but the risks involved here were greater. He and Blaine had only been with each other, so the risk of STD wasn’t really an issue, but there were other things, like infections and bacteria. They could use tongue condoms, but where the hell would he find things like that.
He needed a lot of supplies. He could order the products online, but then he thought about what might happen if someone else opened the package. What if Finn or his dad opened it? Or Carole? God no. There was no way he was getting that stuff shipped to his house.
Kurt sighed. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to go to a sex shop. Kurt typed in location of sex shops and found more than one nearby, although he wasn’t sure that he wanted to go to a local one. For all he knew, he’d walk in and the person behind the counter could be a customer at his dad’s shop. Nope. No good. He couldn’t go to one in Westerville either. He’d be mortified if he ran into a Warbler or something while he was there. They probably would know Blaine. Or worse. They could know Blaine’s parents. Nope.
He soon found himself overwhelmed by the search results. He needed advice. He’d hate to drive an hour out of the way just to be unable to find what he was needing. But who should he ask? Puck might know a place, but he wasn’t discreet in the least. And there was no way in hell he’d ask Finn. He’d blab to Rachel or worse, to his dad or Carole. He could ask Sam, the former stripper, but he was also living with him right now, and he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Mike was nice enough, but they weren’t close enough to go to a sex shop, and Mercedes would be mortified. There was only one person to ask.
“Damn, Ladylips! I didn’t know you had it in you! But you know that you can get lube in a drug store, right? Of course you did. So, this isn’t about lube. You want some kinky shit, right?”
“God, Santana. What I buy here is none of your business. I told you I’d pay for gas and your lunch, but you have to uphold your end of the bargain. This never leaves the Navigator or I will enact my revenge on you until one of us dies. And you know I’ll do it.”
“Yeah, Rachel told us about how you replaced Finn’s axe body spray with spray adhesive. The whole Glee club thanks you for gluing his armpits shuts. I could actually breathe in the auditorium for half an hour without gagging. But anyway, you know I wouldn’t say anything.
Kurt raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “I do?”
“Look, I know I can be a bitch, but us gays gotta look out for each other. I appreciate the way you and Blaine stood up for me when I got outed, and I know that you too tried to help Britt pass her Lit class. Besides, Britt’s birthday is coming up, and I’d like to get her a dil-”
Kurt held up his hand. “Stop! I don’t want to hear it or I will replace your protein supplement with a laxative.”
“Fine. But you’ve got one hour. After that, I reserve the right to take photos and post them on your Facebook wall. Using your anniversary as your password is way too damn predictable.” Kurt shot her his bitch glare and walked through the entryway. “Wait, do you have an ID? This place is 18+ only.
Kurt pulled his fake id out of his wallet. The one that he had made and not the pathetic one Sebastian had made for him.
“Well, I’ll be damned. Somebody’s either been hitting gay clubs or he’s been to one of these places before.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. If only she knew the exact reason that he was here. She tried to get it out of him on the way here, but he just said something about all natural lube and then turned up the radio and threatened to sing show tunes the whole way if she didn’t drop it.
Surprisingly, the store was as good as Santana promised, and he left with a Persian waxing kit, a water-based lube sampler with 3 flavors, and tongue condoms. He also purchased a home enema kit from CVS when they stopped in there, using moisturizer as an excuse to stop. They made it halfway home when he had to stop for fuel. Santana remained in the car, distracted by what was in her bag. Then, he realized it wasn’t her bag.
“Santana, what the hell?”
“So, what do we have here? Brazilian wax? Tongue condoms? Flavored lube? An ass-irrigation system? Someone’s gonna eat ass!” Santana practically squealed. “Oh my God! I can’t wait to try out my new name for Blaine, assmunch.”
“Why don’t you say that a little louder. I don’t believe the attendant in the back heard you. And if you even think of calling Blaine that, I’ll make sure that everyone finds out about the time that I helped you get that stain out of your uniform. You know, that brown one right on the back of-”
“Ok, ok. Fine. I’ll come up with something else. Get it? Come up? Oh, come on and get the stick out of your ass so Plasterhead can stick his tongue up it,” Santana cackled, throwing the bag back to him.
“God, why did I ask you?” Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Because you knew I could actually answer your questions. So go ahead. Ask me. Is it awesome? Yes. Is it as awkward as hell? Yes. If it’s not with someone special.”
Kurt sighed and looked straight out the window. “Have you ever, um, tasted something gross?”
“Yeah, but I gave Puck a blowjob and that was worse than anything else I’d ever tried. I don’t know how Quinn stands it. The sweat. The hair? The gas. Disgusting! Much worse than anything else I encountered. I upchucked for a week afterward. Sue was happy. I was down two pounds that week.”
“What about flatulence? I guess I’m worried that I’m gonna-”
“Fart in his mouth? Yeah, I’m not gonna lie. It’s awkward. But that’s what the tongue condoms are for. I used them before. I don’t anymore because it just feels better. I guess the important thing is just to talk about it, up front. Beforehand. Talk about what you do and don’t want. Don’t eat anything that causes gas, I mean besides his ass,” she grinned. “And no teeth. That shit,” Santana looked away, actually appearing embarrassed for a moment. “I mean, that stuff hurts. But Kurt,” Santana grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Ha, butt! Anyway. There’s nothing like it. To make someone fall apart that way, to be so intimate. It’s amazing.”
“Thanks, Santa,” Kurt smiled. “I knew you were the right person to take with me today.”
Santana just nodded. “Just one question. Was this your idea? Or his. Because if it was yours, I win a bet I had going with Puck.”
“What? You told Puck?” Kurt’s head whipped around and he even swerved a little over the white line on the highway.
“No. I didn’t tell him. But we have talked about it after seeing you and Shortstack limp into glee after prom. He bet that you two were vanilla, spooning and all that shit, but I surmised that you, with all your sass and need to be in control, said you were probably one kinky S. O B. Was I right?”
“It was Blaine’s suggestion. It’s actually a funny story, but it’s kind of embarrassing.”
Santana cackled. “Em bare assed. I get it. But seriously, Kurt. I just saw your bag with an enema kit in it. I had it in my hands. And I told you that Britt farted in my mouth. How much more embarrassing can this conversation get?”
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(Okay so this coffee shop au belongs to @undergrounddweller89 / @a-collection-of-villainous-aus who has given permission to write this. I hope it’s okay)
A loud clap of thunder broke the silence in the night, purple lightening lighting up the pitch black sky rain coming down in buckets. There stood a figure just as black as the night sky, wings stretched out to keep the rain off of him, from what his top hat could not.
The air was cold but it didn’t bother the demon glaring holes into the pavement at the moment. BlackHat knew he wasn’t the scariest demon around, being four foot and a bit doesn’t exactly strike fear into the hearts or lack there of of other demons. He scowled with how the others treated him, a hot fire of hatred burning in his chest, ways to get revenge turning and building in his evil mind. “One day I will show them all” He grumbled to himself.
Completely unaware that from afar, he was being watched by the one person who would give him exactly what he always wanted. Acylius watched from a good distance, under the safety of his umbrella. He knew he had to make his move sooner rather than later, seeing as the Legion was making plans at this very moment to do away with the top hat wearing demon he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. The way the rain slowly dripped off of the demons wings and onto the pavement, every drop caressing every curve of the hat on his head and down his back......Acylius was getting a head of himself. Steeling himself, he began his walk over the the much shorter demon, time was of the essence after all.
When he made his way over to BlackHat, he used his umbrella to shield the other from the ungodly amount of rain that was falling from the heavens.
BlackHat looked up to the other demon in surprise at first, before having it turn into a scowl, a soft growl at the back of his throat. "What do you want Legion offspring, come to mock and ridicule me as the others have as well?" He hissed as if the demon beside him was not one of great power and high status and could take him out with a flick of his wrist.
Acylius smiled down at the shorter demon. "I've come to do nothing of the sort BlackHat, in fact I've come bearing an offer for you."
"Such as?" BlackHat asked, confused and doubtful that these were the others true intentions.
"I want to make you the greatest villian in all existance. Your enemys will cower in your presence and none shall dare defy you." Acylius smiled wider as he saw a touch of hope and want in the others visable eye, knowing full and well this is exactly what he wants.
BlackHat more than liked the sound of that. The very thought of bringing everyone to their knees the moment he all but walked in the room..... It was exciting. Narrowing his eyes at the taller of the two, he asked "What's the catch?"
Acylius rolled his eyes with a slight frown. "There is none and you won't find one if you tried. I want my life to be less exciting and you want yours to be more in the spot light. All I ask is that you tell me what I need to hear, as opposed to what I want to hear. Yes men tend to get on my nerves." Rebels that want to do their own thing and go against the norm however.....
BlackHat thought about it for a moment and couldn't help but agree. He did want more for himself. He wanted to be on top and throw it back in the faces of those who turned him down and laughed in his face. The very thought of the others made his blood boil with rage. "Alright, when do we start?" He asked still looking up to the other, his neck was starting to hurt.
"Soon, but I find the rain rather calming and would like to enjoy it for a while longer." Acylius said watching Hat turn his head down, no doubt his neck was in pain from craning up to look at him the whole time. Though, he didn't take his eyes off of the other as the rain kept pouring down.
BlackHat felt his clothes sticking to him since the rain was no longer directly on him. His shirt, tie, trench coat and pants all stuck to him like a second skin. Grimacing at the gross wet clothes that were practically suctioned to him, he pulled his shirt away from his body as if it was gonna help. It barely did but not his shirt was wrikled and he frowned at the material.
Acylius watched the whole time, biting his inner cheek when Hat pulled slightly on his shirt to show off some ashy grey skin that was covered in beads of rain drops. It wasn't ment to be anything exciting, but Acylius couldn't help but find it that way and wanting to see more of that skin, dripping and on full display....
Coughing into his fist, he spoke "You will come and stay with me at my home. I have a spare place for you." He then wisked them away to his home before any protest could be heard. They were in the main living space when they got there through the portal.
"Alright. I will show you to your room, and we will pick up about business in the morning." BlackHat looked like he wanted to say something against it, but a not so very well hidden yawn come out of his mouth instead and Acylius couldn't keep the smile off his own face. "This way." He showed the shorter demon his room, said his goodnights and went off to his own chambers for the night. His mind went right to the other demon as soon as he laid down for bed, and never once thinking of anyone else. Dreams of top hats and wicked smiles came soon after.
BlackHat on the other hand had a hard time sleeping, regardless of how tired he was. Of all the places he had stayed over his many years, he never had a bed. He has slept on one before but it wasn't for long and it was never his. Striping down and puting his wet clothes on the nearby heater to dry, save for his top hat, he crawled into the large bed that he had to stand on the bed frame to get into.
The events of today had kept him awake until a sudden calm swept over him. Thoughts of being the greatest villian that ever existed fueling his dreams.
The next morning, BlackHat dreased himself in now dry clothes and made his way down to the kitchen and just sat at the Island not really sure of what to do. It wasn't his home, but he was invited to stay so could he just go through things? He wasn't sure.
Foot steps broke him out of his musings. He expected his host to be well dressed and clean shaven but what came into his vision was not that and it nearly made his jaw drop to the floor. Acylius was wearing a white t-shirt, boxers with a pattern that looked suspiciously like tiny airplanes. His hair was sticking up at all odd angles, his jaw covered in a five o'clock shadow, some sleep still in his eyes. "Good morning BlackHat." He addressed the shorter demon as he poured himself a bowl of lucky charms.
BlackHat couldn't help but stare as the other just casually ate his breakfast as if there was nothing wrong. "Do you always dress like that?" He found himself asking in a distasteful voice as he eyed the other from across the Island.
"Hmm? Oh! Not when I have guests over."
BlackHat felt his eye twich. "I'm a guest." He ground out not liking how seeing the other like him feel.
Acylius barked out a laugh over his cereal. "You aren't a guest BlackHat, you are my house mate now. There is no point in it.It has only been one night and already there are people out there whispering your name under their breath. I am using my high status to make sure that you are a highly known and feared villian-" He was going to say more, but BlackHat put his hands on the table and stood up.
"I'm leaving, I'd rather go from hotel to hotel than put up with this bull shit." He went to leave when a growling was heard across from him.
"SIT DOWN!!"
Hat nearly fell back into the chair behind him from the sound of the over yelling. "You want to go back to hotel hopping and couch crashing, that's fine. But the Legion has it out for you and if you leave now the day will come much sooner than later when they get rid of you for good. I am the ONLY being that stands between you being flicked out of existence or being an all powerful overlord. The choice is yours, but you'll have to get over yourself if something as small as what people wear in their own home bothers you." Acylius ranted out, his eyes a blaze. He felt a smirk pull on his face as BlackHat took his seat and stayed put.
Good.
"Just because I am who I am doesn't mean I can't have a day or two where I lounge in my pjs. I am one of the very few who can take someone under my wing and show them my ways." BlackHat listend to him intently, lacing his fingers together and placing his elbows on the table leaning in more. "You know it's rude to put elbows on the table?" Acylius asked before shrugging and leaning back to put his feet up on the very same surface, holding back a laugh at Hats raised brow. "Though we are alone it hardly matters."
BlackHat couldn't help but think that this has got to be the most laid back Legion offspring he has ever met. Had it be anyone else he would surely be up shit creek without a paddle. "How did you know my name, Acylius?" He asked not sure how to keep the conversation going.
Acylius laughed and ran a hand over his stubble. "Your name came up in a meeting about how you were already destroying the balance to things and how they work. Everyone else was planning on snuffing you out like a candle in the night." Acylius paused remembering the way they all wanted to take the demon in the top hat away from him and how they had planned to do it made his skin crawl. "I would rather let the flame of that candle grow so bright that it blinds every last one of those assholes. I'm the only reason you're alive BlackHat."
So you keep saying, BlackHat thought dryly to himself. " So you were seeking me out?"
"Yes."
"Why not ask around?"
"They would have found you sooner then I would have. Which would throw a wrench into things." Acylius said a little bitterly.
"What is this great plan or yours?" BlackHat asked in a plain voice. He watched as the other demon produced a small business card from a blue flame and handed it to him. Looking at the card in his hand, there was a top hat with a ring around it. "BlackHat Organization?"
"Yes, that is the plan. To create an unstoppable empire." Acylius loved the Hat looked over the card in some awe. Smiling he brought the attention back to him. " But before BlackHat Organization can be realized, we have a lot of work to be done."
BlackHat smiled for the first time since they met in the rain, eye a glow with evil intentions. "We certainly do"
This was the start of something magnificent.
(( Would anyone want a part 2? I hope that this one was good for everyone to enjoy. The whole idea was bases off of @a-collection-of-villainous-aus comics and writtings))
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He who has conquered the Star
AN: SORRY I wrote this like an hour ago and I am falling asleep right now
There once was a legend on an ancient planet. A planet of beings so wise and powerful, that only they could defeat themselves. They knew of this, and in order to stay safe, they encourage friendship as much as possible. This worked, and the pitfull of many was fixed by the beings of seemingly infinite wisdom, however even the smartest of minds couldn’t count on luck.
A group of ancients began to work on the power of friendship, and how it could be used for good. This pleased many, as frenship couldn’t be harmful, right?
The group tested everything, gathering survey to inform, stalking for info, and experimenting with their own bonds for the sake of knowledge. This disturbed the other ancients and they tried to help the group. This only provided more test subjects as the group lied about their feelings and waited to see the results of this path.
In the end, they found that friendship could be physically manifested and that it could be used to create and destroy. They created tools; tools of hope, dreams, and power. Wish granting devices and cretors that created on their own. However, that group wanted to learn more, so they focused more on the components of the friendship.
Hear, Soul, Mind, and Dark were all the components of friendship. This puzzled the group, how could matter of darkness be a friend, and so they isolated the component, into a matter most dark, and with this condensation of darkness, a being was born.
The scientist freaked out and tried to destroy their creation,but all of the energy would be abused by the void. The group screamed for the other ancients, and they came rushing by as the dark being tried to consume the group. The whole planet tried to fend back the being of their own creation, the being trying to find the group that created it. All it knew was destruction; whether it be from it or them.
The void absorbed every bit of magic and technology thrown at it, and created spawns to help with the search, until four individuals joined forces to fight against a common threat. These four allies used the matters that the matter of dark was missing and forge them into sphere and used those sphers to imporsion the monster.
The battle was won, but the lives lost caused the planet to become inhabitable. The planets intrade with the ancients home collapsed without an economically infrastructure, and the group, the indirect destroyers of planets, were scattered in hiding, may they be out of shame, or out of fear.
This only got worse, as the way to create beings out of matter became known, people foolishly began created life. However, things changed.
A group of sorcerers combined all the matters of friendship, gave the creation a heroic heart, and took away all traces of darkness. This bore two beings, of yellow and pink, however that story is for another time child.
Kirby shook themselve,’ why were they having flashbacks now,? We are in ANOTHER DIMENSION...’. Their eyes darted to their side. Dark Meta Knight, Darouch, and Marx were annoying Meta Knight as Susie and Magolor observed. Rick, Kine, and Coo were talking to some of the helpers who were...helping. Gooey was floating next to Ribbon and Adeline, and the girls had nevose looks on their faces. Taranza was talking to Bandanna Dee and Dedede, most likely about government stuff- the sort of thing that made Kirby fall asleep whenever Dedede complained about it during a meal.
Speaking of meals…”Hey Adeline. Is STILL LIFE ready?”
“Kirby...I just used it.”
“Yeah but…….that looks to be boss coming up”
The artist looked in front to see several essence surround an elegant door, and paused. “Guys! I think that’s where all these portals are coming from!” The group all stopped their conversation and examined the gold door that was coming up.
“Okay, are we all healed?” asked Bandanna Dee.
“I could go for some food right now”
“But are you healed?”
“...Yeah..” The group did a double check, Kine and Darouch were missing some health, but the group was in great condition. With that, they entered the door to the corrupted officiant.
(0^0)
Everyone felt tired, they had just fought Hyness and the Three Mage Sisters. The helpers that helped were collapsed by the body of Hynessx leaving only the dream friends and Kirby standing(besides the aforementioned sisters). The Sisters opened a portal back to the Gamble Galaxy with four warp stars waiting for them. They restored Hyness's heart, and were on the warpstar when another portale appeared. The star allies look at Hyness in suspicion.
“Juh? Japologa, but this is not me Majaja.”
The allies looked at each other and sighed, ‘welp, I guess we’re doing this’ was a common thought among them.
“Wait, I might be able to help.” Hyness summoned the pink spheres of legend and shot them at each of the warp stars. The stars lit up and combined in a flash of light, and each crating a bigger star, a STAR SPARKLER. The allies nodded and hopped on in a four single file line, one group per four stars. As they entered into the darkness they heard a faint, “We’ll take care of anything that comes out!” from the mage sister below.
Inside the portal, the darkness faded as the group ended up on a large flat mirroring surface, as what looked to be the galaxy watched. In the center layed a morphing blob of sharp spikes of darkness. It molded itself into a giant form, larger than any being that Kirby and the gang have ever fought sans Star Dream.
The giant was TRUE VOID TERMINA, and it was a titan on darkness.
Eyes appeared all over the body and the four stars split up to take the down. Rick, Kine, Coo, Gooey, and Marx took the left, Adeline, Ribbon, Darouch, and Dark Meta Knight took the right. Taranza, Magolor, and Susie shot the eye in the back, while the main four took the eyes in the belly and on the head. The titan’s face mask flew off as Kirby’s star flew inside.
“This is gross,” mutter King Dedede.
“Said the person who was eating rotten food earlier,” quipped Meta Knight.
“Possession!’
“Guys could we not fight each other in the middle of fighting someone else” said Bandanna Dee.
“Fine”
“Fine”
The Shell came off with the combined forces of an electric hammer, sword, and sphere. The force of the shell blew the four friends out of the body of the void.
Void Termina’s body directed the newly unleashed power brought upon by the removal of the shell and wings of a familiar foe sprang from it's back. The white and red wings had eyes form on them, and the star allies knew that they had to do this phase again.
The titan's body cramped up in pain from the shots fired by the four stars, and was sent crashing into the ground with the loudest thud some of them have ever heard.
Again, the face-mask fell off, but this time the four Star Sparklers rushed into the body of the colossal. Then their eyes met with eyes most familiar.
“ Kirby...what”
“Kid...explain”
“How”
“What”
“Who”
Kirby froze. Those eyes. The eyes of the star traveler. The eyes of a created being, the eyes of puffballs. They were staring at them with the innocence of a newborn. Kirby stared at the being for what seem to be an eternity, but both knights were re yelling at them. They glanced at their friends, eyes in confusion, panic, and fear. The knights’ eyes were one of fearful recognition.
“You recognize them”, stated Kirby
“They….the eyes”
“What's going on?” asked Gooey.
Kirby laughed and said with a sign,” There were tales of the star conqueror. The being that came on a spring breeze. Living anywhere and consuming all.”
“ Why does that thing look like you demanded Susie.
“For they are me and I am them. We were made the same, but the experiences we had changed us.”
“What about us?” asked Dark Metela Knight.
“You were created by that wizard, right? What made you think he had the right recipe, o’or winged one?”
“Kirby, stop talkin’ like that” said Dedede.
“ Apologizes, but this is a family matter an-” Kirby was cut off as a laser was shot at them. “ Oh right, final boss.”
The dream friends rushed at the boss, swinging everything they had, and used the confusion and betrayal as fuel to fan their flames. The orb laughed and smiled as the final blow came down, knowing the fate they will receive. The orb exploded and everything went to white.
(0^0)
Kirby woke up to the burnt face of Zan Partizanne tending their wounds. “ What happened?” asked the pink puffball.
“After you left we fought a butterfly and then there was an explosion on the other side of the portal and all of you guys came out with magical injuries.”
“ If you really think about it...isnt everything a ma-”
“That's it, you aren't getting the wait on your explanation.”
“Wwwaaa-”
“ EVERYONE!!! KIRBY IS AWAKE!!”
The room flooded in with helpers and dream friends. They all had a pensive look on their faces. “Kirby...what was that?”
Ohh..ohh…
“ It's a long story,but here's the abridged version.”
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