#Comet just wants him to shut up and leave him alone

[quibble-auk]

From what I understand their dynamic is:

This is not my OC! They belong to @thebrokenmechanicalpencil!!!! Please go check them out!!!!

Jazz is here too

I gave Jazz cat ears in one goofy little picture I made as a joke and it’s now stuck in my brain forever.

[whiskey-bumblebee]

good luck, babe!

Pairing: Elle Greenaway/Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1600

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, sad ending

A/N: I could not tell you where this came from but here it is

In the dark, alone, in the middle of nowhere, always looking over her shoulder; these were the moments you had with Elle, but you'd rather have a little bit of her than none at all. Her lips were warm and soft against your own, and you laughed quietly when you reached up to touch your lips and found her lipstick there. You wanted to leave it, you wanted it to stay there forever, until the investigators you worked with finally put two and two together. Her shade, your mouth. Proof.

Proof that you weren't imagining it all, that you had her, even if nobody knew that you did. You felt like everyone knew she had you, thought that it would be obvious by the way you looked at her when she was talking, like she was a comet and you were the astronomer who had spent your life looking for it.

Your lips must have stilled, mind too busy to remember what you were doing, and Elle pulled away.

"What?" You said, as if you didn't know what the problem was.

Now that her eyes were open, she looked down at your lips and passed you a tissue from her center console.

"We should go."

You looked at your watch. "You still have a few hours left of the stakeout. What if he turns up right after we leave?"

"I have a bad feeling."

"About him or about us?"

She frowned at you. It always made you feel like a child, the patience and grace of the cool older kid having run out. Silent, rejected. There was nothing you could do to convince her.

Her phone rang.

"Still awake?"

It was Hotch.

"I think I might call it a night. There's no movement."

"Morgan and Reid are on their way there so you two can get some sleep. I'll see you back at the station at eight."

You groaned. That was barely three hours from now.

Elle's eyes shot over to you, and she muted the phone quickly.

"Elle? Is someone with you?"

"Shut up," She hissed at you, before unmuting the call.

"Just the windshield wipers, I think they're out of fluid."

You heard Hotch hum affirmatively over the line.

"Morgan should be there soon. Bye."

Elle snapped her phone shut, then looked back at you.

"What the fuck? Are you trying to get us caught?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"Get out."

"What? We're miles from the hotel, Elle-"

"Walk a couple of blocks that way. I'll pick you up when Morgan gets here."

"It's freezing out there."

Elle rested her head in her hands.

"Do you want to explain to Morgan why you're here, with me, when you're supposed to be sleeping?"

"No, but-"

"Get out. I'll pick you up soon."

You felt your face falling and got out of the car before Elle could see your lip wobbling and your brow furrowing. Hot, frustrated tears spilled over your cheeks and you wiped them away roughly with the corner of your sleeve. You walked fast. You couldn't remember which way the hotel was, but it didn't matter.

___

"C'mon Elle, there has to be somebody," Penelope smiles.

She's looking everywhere except you, and it stings like a slap to the face.

She opens her phone and pulls out a picture of her kissing some guy's cheek. The background is blurry, but it looks like a bar somewhere. The next photo is her smiling widely, her arm wrapped around his neck as he laughs. You feel like you're going to be sick.

"It never lasts," She grins, with a shrug. "Just the way I am, I guess."

"Or the job," JJ interjects. "It's hard, with these hours."

"That too." Elle raises her drink. "Well, here's to my girls."

Nobody notices that your smile doesn't reach your eyes when you clink your glass against theirs.

___

In a bout of desperation, you have a dozen red roses delivered to the BAU, with nothing but a heart written on the tiny card. All you want is for Elle to look at you, to blush, to thank you, to acknowledge that you exist. While you were sitting at your desk, waiting for the delivery, you made the mistake of imagining an even better outcome: Elle running across the bullpen, arms wide open, and planting a kiss on your mouth in front of everyone. She gives some speech, saying that she doesn't care who sees, she doesn't care what they think anymore. The two of you laugh and rest your heads against each other, smelling the roses.

It's a mistake.

"It's a mistake," Elle shakes her head, looking the card over. "Wrong address."

She drops the roses easily into the bin beside her desk, and turns back to her computer.

JJ stares at her. "I could take them. If you're just going to throw them away."

"They're not mine," Elle says harshly.

"Well, someone should enjoy them." JJ stoops down and picks up the stems tenderly, and Elle wrests them from her grasp, tearing the card from the cellophane.

That attracts everybody else's attention again.

Elle crumples the card into a ball and puts it on the far corner of her desk.

"Elle? Everything okay?" Gideon asks, halfway through a file.

"It's fine. I just don't think we should be reading a card that was meant for someone else."

JJ tenderly presses the roses back into their original position, and the way that she's being so careful with them is somehow the thing that breaks you.

A couple of sobs tear their way from you before you can make it out of the bullpen, and it's Reid who finds you in one of the interrogation suites, fighting for air. You're crying like your heart is broken, and you just hope to god he can't tell.

"I'm just," You take a deep breath. "I'm just on my period. And I think it's so sad that the person they're meant for won't get them."

Reid is so taken aback that he just clears his throat and nods. When you make your way back to your desk, you can tell that everyone is watching, like you're an animal who's been hit by a car but is still trying to cross the road. The roses are in a vase on JJ's desk, and there's Midol and chocolate on yours.

"Reid told us you were-" Elle says, and you can tell from her tone that she'll never forgive you. She nods at the painkillers. "Hotch got them for you."

Hot embarrassment burns in your veins, and you don't know how you'll ever be able to show your face here again.

Later, Elle corners you in the bathroom, her back against the door so no-one else can come in.

"This," She gestures between you and her. "-is over. That was insane."

"Elle-"

She turns to leave.

"There was never anything here anyway!" You yell, not caring who hears. "A million times, I asked what I meant to you, and you never told me. You never said 'I love you'. We hide in parked cars in dark alleyways and you're so goddamn embarrassed of me that you never even look at me. Half the time I feel like you wish I was dead. Like I'm this inconvenience that you tolerate. One day you're going to wake up in a loveless marriage with some guy who thinks you're the love of his life, and he's going to buy you roses and you're going to swallow it all down and smile and pretend you're happy and you won't be! You'll be fucking miserable because you can't accept that you and I are the same," You're breathless as you finish, and your shoulders are heaving. "You can't accept that you love women like you think you should love men. And God, if you lose me, that's fine, because I know you don't give a damn, but fuck, I don't want to watch my best friend lose the rest of her life because she can't look in the mirror and call things what they are."

She's silent, the door slightly ajar. You'd been watching her face so intently that you hadn't noticed that she'd opened it.

You close your eyes, take a breath, and push past her, slipping through the door. You know she won't chase you. You've run a million times and she never has. A thousand ultimatums never changed anything.

Hotch is right outside, staring, his mouth agape.

You throw your gun and badge at his feet, and leave without a second glance. He's calling your name, but you don't hear Elle's under his baritone, so you don't care.

There's a sick feeling of relief, of freedom, as you unlock your car door and drive home, knowing all of the things that had been certain this morning are in the past now, knowing that all of a sudden, none of your tomorrows will look like today or the day before. The BAU is in your rearview mirror, and you know it'll stay there. You know that as soon as you make it home, it'll all come crashing down, all of the grief, all of the ending-feelings landing at once, all of the last two years imploding. You'll never wake up next to her again. All of the almosts, all of the 'maybe she'll change', the uncertainty finally answered. And it's not the answer you wanted, but at least it's an answer. But for now, you're driving with the windows down, and with every breath you take, you remember what you deserve. You remember that it looks nothing like Elle.

[skele-bunny]

ngl I could've sworn ud mentioned phantom having kits at some point(idk WHEN or WHERE but I could've sworn there was SOMETHING) so I was. Looking to ask for more and found the phantom/aether instead and Had To Know :3

now im just thinking of what adjustments would be made for phantom,,,, sure tour wouldn't last the whole pregnancy but he's little, they'd have to tailor stuff probably. and then DEW??? I'm assuming ?? In the fics where dew had calida, bc zephyr was present, it was during popestar tour, so there was NOTHIN to hide that baby, unless she was just rlly far back and close to the spine for him.

Ooo you might be thinking of Phantom/Dew/Swiss' baby Starlight!! (Also, note, not the same timeline for Calida and Comet! Two whole seperate timelines /info)

Ohh yeah it'd be much different then Dew's whole thing 😭 guy had NO way of hiding, tight ass uniform until he got upgraded to one of Zeph's uniforms, his bass was his only thing but even that didn't help all the time LMAO. Terzo tried his best okay 🫡 give my man his props wjekdk /silly Dewdrop was a runt, so while she was pretty far back and hidden and he didn't have much of a bump, it was still obvious the further he got until 8 months

Dew essentially took the entire back of the bus, even after Calida was born. They still had a tour to do. And there was orders that they couldn't just cancel, so now they're in a panic of what exactly to do. Dew doesn't feel safe at ALL leaving Calida with someone. So, a quick call, and Special is there. For "interviews", of course. He's hanging out in the green room the entire time, and during intermission Dew is right there. It's only a week like that before he's able to just curl in the nest with her and finally, FINALLY heal up. He's been bleeding nonstop from the constant strain, and finally started letting the others help him out.

Dew had a pretty rough and traumatic pregnancy & birth, but he doesn't regret how anything went one bit. His little sunshine is worth every single second of it.

Now, Phantom would've been taken care of more properly. They know more, there's more studies being carried out, more accessibility services for the ministry. It's a different era! Plus, he has a bigger pack with more diversity and similar instincts. Rain, Aurora, and Cumulus would be their biggest comforts. When they needs a good cry? Those 3. When he needs reassurance he'll be a good parent? Those 3. Just wants to be dotted and loved on? Those 3.

Mountain and Dew are his safe guards and their voice when he can't find it. One of the stagehands got irritated at Phantom bc he "wasn't doing anything and just standing around holding cords", and Mountain just glared so hard and quite literally told them to shut the fuck up. Picked Phantom up, sat him on his drum throne, and kept working.

Just like Dew would've been, he's not allowed to carry heavy items any more so they're stuck on cord duty, stick bag, and the softer percussion items. Not allowed to be alone, either. Slipped one time and that was already too many. Usually has someone accompany him to the bathroom, out and about in town, he just... Can't be alone. Honestly? It helps Phantom, too. Not only for safety but they feel better that someone is always there.

He's given permission for naps during set up once he's finished, and a lot of sitting breaks! Also like Dew, Phantom's anatomy is tiny. Aether wants them on bed rest as much as possible as he's a high risk essentially. So during shows you'll see him sitting on the steps or on Swiss' platform! He totally keeps up their silly antics the best he can that doesn't pose a risk!

Definitely tailoring, and has to have cooling pads placed in his uniform before performances as he gets super sick from the heat.

Silly thought I had midway writing this: Magick surges are still there and progressively gets worse the more he's along.

Phantom sneezes, and his guitar strings just break instantly.

Maybe they're crying really hard and sets off more light flickering before just shutting off their equipment completely.

Maybe a little rage fit because he's mad at themself, or just something that set them off, and Cirrus' phone short circuits and the screen cracks.

Pray for Aether. /Silly /aff

[81stardust]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Comets Fic List ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

.𖥔 ˖ sargebon .𖥔 ˖

oh baby, making me crazy 🔒

-2.4k words

so again, it’s not like he grew up starved for it.

until logan.

logan who hovers, hands awkwardly pressed to his thighs or in the pockets of his jeans or sweaters. alex almost doesn’t notice, wouldn’t have noticed had it not been for nick. nick and his older brother tendencies that had led him to squeeze logan’s neck when they saw each other at the factory.

alternatively,

logan, his touch-starvedness, and alex’s inability to be normal about him

R U Mine?

-2k words

Alex pulls back the blanket, his grip tightening on it when he sees that Logan is wearing one of his sweaters. It’s a big, soft thing that Alex has owned for years and Logan is wearing it. He shoves away the soft gooey feeling that slips through his veins as he crouches down, gently caressing Logan’s cheek.

Dark blue eyes blink blearily at him, lips now turned down into a frown. Logan presses into Alex’s hands, eyes shutting as he nuzzles into Alex. The Thai-Brit fights the endeared smile, pulling his hands away much to the protest of Logan.

Alternatively,

Sargebon being roomates

Goodbye Chicago 🔒

3.5k words

Alex crowds him, realizes in half a beat that he hasn’t kissed Logan, Logan who makes dinner for them and lunch for Alex to take to work, who buys Horsey toys and stays near Alex just because. Logan, who left America because of his shitty home life and made a new home in Alex’s cold and isolated apartment, leaving behind fragments of his own warmth; his sweaters, his knickknacks, his growing movie collection because Alex still owns a dvd player.

Logan had made a place in Alex’s heart before Alex can react, or put up a fight. He had planted his roots next to Alex’s withering ones, slowly and surely coaxing him back to life.

Needs and Wants (want you, need you, what’s the difference) 🔒

-2.9k words

Alex isn’t possessive, not really. He enjoys having his partners’ attention, but knows he can’t have them all the time. Yet, here he is, sitting across the living room, watching Kyle fucking Kirkwood drape himself over Logan; the Floridans seem to melt into each, unfiltered happiness creasing Logan’s eyes as his friend rants about something.

Alex’s foot gets knocked against something, causing him to blink rapidly. He meets Oscar’s unimpressed gaze, hand limply holding a glass of something. It makes him remember that they’re not alone, in this odd bubble he had made for him, Logan and Kyle. Fred is sitting next to Oscar, shoulders pressed against the Australian, an amused look on his face.

Alex vaguely feels like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

Alternatively,

Alex and his wants and needs regarding Logan

Kneeled at The Alter of You🔒

They never last long when they get like this, desperate and needy, Alex’s name a prayer with the way it slips from Logan; mindless and reverent. Alex presses his lips to whatever inch of skin that he can reach, the side of Logan’s knee over his shoulder, his collarbone, his neck, the one spot that makes Logan whine.

alternatively,

Logan and Alex.

⋆˙⟡ loscar ⋆˙⟡

Love You by Myself

-5.4k words

He’s unfairly beautiful, long limbs stretched out on the white bedding like he belongs there. Ever-changing eyes—blue in the sun, grey on overcast days and green when the sun hits him just right, during sunrises and sunsets—half-lidded, hazy and sleepy. Skin tanned by the Floridian sun he lives under, soft hands, warm and heavy.

Logan slowly props himself up on his elbows, “Are you going to kiss me or will I have to wait another six months.”

alternatively,

All-American model Logan Sargeant and F1 Driver, Oscar ‘The Promised One’ Piastri fall in love.

I Love You, I’m Sorry

-8.9k words, 5/5 chapters

Logan stares at him, blue eyes glassy with tears. His hands are shaking from where they’re pressed into his side. He was so confused, the hurt still coming as Oscar breaks up their eight-year long relationship at one in the morning. The engagement ring digs into his skin, the smooth metal of it feeling so impossibly heavy that it feels like his whole hand weighs down with it.

Alternatively,

The end and beginning of them

✶⋆.˚ others ✶⋆.˚

Lover of Mine

-1k words

It’s ridiculous really how deep and inherent his love for Logan runs. How at every step of his life, he wants Logan there, by his side, living in his apartment, taking up the space next to him in his bed, to come home together and just exist. How he wants Logan’s clothes in his closet, his sweaters thrown over the back of his horribly expensive couch, his shoes next to Arthur’s.

Alternatively, how Logan and Arthur come togther.

Love Me Gently

-3.4k words

Lance grumbles as Logan picks up his things, crossing over to Lance’s side and pressing a quick kiss to his hair line. Lance fights the urge to tilt his head back and feel the soft plush of Logan’s lips. The American laughs either way, like if he knows exactly what Lance was thinking.

“My place, eight-thirty. Don’t be late, Stroll.” With another parting forehead kiss, Logan leaves waving goodbye to Mick and Esteban who at least tried to look busy.

Alternatively, Logan and Lance

Stay on the ground until your knees hurt🔒

-1.8k words

logan, a dare, a group chat and twenty minutes

darlin’ let me put my lips to something (let me wrap my teeth around the world)

-1.7k words

the boy in question blinks, cheeks flushing at the possibility of being caught. their eyes meet through the mirror and alex feels a zing run through him at the way liam shifts. he hadn’t even worked out, he had simply arrived just to ogle at alex.

alternatively,

comets first lialex fic

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ series .𖥔 ݁ ˖

What Ever It Takes

logan had dreamt of this, had forged this path with his own hands, with his sweat, blood and tears.

he had spent years away from those that loved him to chase a dying dream

this? this wasn’t the end

he’ll do what ever it takes to come back

-4 fics, overall word count: 16k words

Apartment 232

-2 fics, overall word count: 5.6k words

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Theremin is going to kill Comet.

(Yep that's the title, I have no idea how to feel about this, I keep messing with it and I hate it. I stayed up way too late making a rough draft, and I do like the later bits. I dunno maybe a strain of writers block or something, oh well. Just need to draw a monster or maybe doodle some cool looking characters, looking at you @quibble-auk some of your boys may be subject to my wrath. Eh.)

Tw. Self harm, cannibalistic tendencies, angst. Overall badness. Oh. And Cometeater in general.

Hungry.

Empty.

He was so empty.

Its your own fault

It was. Comet had been greedy. Past two days, every match he couldn't seem to keep his opponent from dying, before he could get what he craved. Too frantic. His movements too sloppy with need.

He groaned as he slowly took deep breaths leaving the exit from the pits, he hadn’t had enough since he was allowed to fight again. Getting your belly ripped open would do that. His body had been begging for more, depleted from the severe injury. 

As the pretender passed a gaggle of gladiators readying themselves in the outer yard, he felt his mouth water at the bare muscle like armor. It looked horrifically like something he could sink his teeth in. He snapped his jaw shut, trying to keep the smells at bay. He could taste them in the back of his throat.

The gladiators watched him carefully as he shoved himself to the end of the yard. He knew he was twitching, acting more than his usual brand of odd.

Swallowing Comet tried to keep himself under control.

It had been so long since he had eaten. Two weeks? No..He couldn't have allowed himself to wait that long. And yet? He was so hungry.

A stray smell of one of the medics had his muscles jumping, he released the energy by slamming a clawed hand into the wall. Grounding himself against the nerves screaming to just eat. Give in. Comet forced a breath out as images of himself dragging the blue medic back to his room flickered by.

 He hissed deep in his throat as the medics skirted past with nervous looks. They knew better than to ask him if he needed their assistance, not for the first time he was glad they ignored him.

In the pretender’s frazzled mind he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself together too much longer. Weakness was thrumming through him. If Comet hadn’t been such a fool. Not gotten so damn excited. He wouldn't have let that spark go out.

 The pains made him continue past the now dented wall. Cramps knotting his insides. Pain worsening with every hot smell and waft of air, would he even be able to safely tell the twins he was this hungry? They had been so busy, and Comet hadn’t wanted to add that to them. He knew he had made a mistake in withholding such information.

Where the hell was he going to sleep tonight where he could wait this out? Something clicked in his brain, shoving his train of thought on its side.

Oh. Oh no.

Stiffness tore up his spine, stalling his steps. Sleeping. And who whined and cried if she couldn't sleep next to him? Sunrazor. 

He could usually take care of this before it became threatening to her, cut it off and ate before it grew too much. 

A half baked snarl twisted his mouth as his tail lashed. But today he had failed. He was endangering Sunrazor if he picked her up and took her home now.

Some part of him licked its lips at the thought of the tiny mechlet, sleeping and vulnerable, easy enough to kill without a sound.

Comet bit his tongue hard enough to bleed, rage filling him at the very idea. Self disgust, hatred seethed from the male as he stomped down the halls. Breathing fast and sharp. Those who caught sight of him moved quickly to avoid the gladiator. 

What was he going to do? He knew he couldn’t even sleep near the twins tonight, let alone his..let alone his cub. Comet’s mind raced with nightmare scenarios, at the very image of Sunrazor sleeping curled against him.

He dug a claw deeply into his arm, forcing his brain to focus.

Cometeater could leave her at Theremin’s.

She’d be safe. Safe from him.

Would the medic and his mate agree though? Would they allow him that? It was so much to ask, knowing the sparklet would have a fit of the century when the news was broken to her. Comet himself, unable to even breathe the air near her or any other cybertronian at the moment, let alone tell her she would be spending the night in someone else’s apartment. Her paranoid helm would buckle with stress over not hearing it from him personally.

If he hadn’t been so stupid, was all Comet could think to himself as he changed course towards the apartments.

He knew this morning it was getting bad, he had not slept all night, keeping himself awake to prevent an accident from happening. All while his cub snoozed, perfectly relaxed and trusting. Comet had assumed he’d level it off during the match today. Assumed too much, because of an assumption he could get her killed.

Cometeater twisted the claw in his arm, hatred for himself flaring with every way he could have foreseen this flashing across his mind’s eye. All the ways he could have not failed.

Comet was one hell of a father, oh yeah amazing. Fantasizing about eating his own fragging cub, hurting her. He felt the hiss rise in his throat, armor twitching and tail slapping the floor in his absolute hatred of himself. 

How dare he think he was good enough for her. Good enough to protect her. How could he keep her safe when the biggest danger was him and his stupid assumptions. Another sharp pain stung his other arm, then the smells changed.

Cold and far less heat. Clean air, the dust never reached here. He grabbed onto the shift in atmosphere as he slowed his pace and stopped his spiral.

Cometeater forced a breath as he reached the security door, noticing the slow drips of blood from his abused arms. When had he clawed the other one? Another sigh, swallowing down the thick coat of saliva clogging his mouth. He was better than this, he could take care of this.

Shakily he punched in the code and walked through the security check.

He wished quite suddenly he had a com, then he wouldn't have to endanger Dropmix and Theremin. That he could explain it, quickly and without any problems a safe distance from the pair.

But he wasn’t in line for such a thing, who knew what the Masters would toss into the bundle if he asked for one. Past the angry pains in his gut, Comet shivered. He did not need a shock collar inside of him. He had enough internal problems.

Before he realized it he was at the door leading to Theremin’s room. He felt himself begin to tremble.

How was he going to do this?

Comet clenched a fist, and his jaw. 

He knocked softly, hoping his cub wouldn’t hear the noise. He was late enough for her to be listening for him. Probably perched on the edge of Theremin and Dropmix’s bed, listening intently for her father to show up.

As he waited, the shivers grew worse with every breath. He could smell her through the door.

Cometeater wished Dropmix would walk around the corner, then he could spit out his plea and run. Not have to stay long, not get near their home in his..state. It felt like a betrayal of trust. His stomach rolled at the thought. 

When they had been so good to him, he dragged himself to their terf frothing at the mouth only to ask for more.

Comet stiff as a board backed up as the door opened, horrible urges to crouch and spring clouding his mind. 

The scent of Thermin was enough for his stomach to ache,  as the mech came out smiling and opening his mouth as if to tease Comet for being late. The smile dropped in hardly a moment though. The medical gaze slicing up and down Comet’s trembling, now bloody frame.

“Comet?”

He almost gagged when Theremin spoke, his breathe sending spike of pain down his throat and stomach. It smelt far too good.

“Theremin I need,” He moved to take another step back. His mouth was watering far worse now, “ I need you to watch Sunrazor tonight, please.” His voice hit a lilt close to a beg on the final word. 

Theremin nodded but his optics never strayed from Comet’s trembling form, a frown firm on his face. He looked weak, it looked-

Comet bit on his tongue hard, forcing the disgusting thoughts away.

Cometeater allowed himself a nod, and turned to leave.

“Comet?! No wait what's wrong, your trembling!” Theremin moved after him. It would be so easy, a sharp slam with his tail and-

“Theremin please.” It was a broken plea, Comet hated how desperate he sounded. How his teeth tried to snap, how badly he was trembling, the drool beginning to drip from his maw. How desperately he fought to not just give in.

Theremin stopped, the look on his face flickering with a sad, gentle realization, “Oh Comet..” He lowered his outstretched hand, so close. Too close.

“ Can I-”

“NO.”

Theremin seemed to hold back a wince at how desperate the exclamation was.

Comet quickly stepped back a few more steps, panting. “ Just..Give me a day Im begging you. I’ll be back just please keep her.” The unspoken ‘away from me’ rang through Comet’s mind.

Theremin had a look Comet could not decipher before nodding, his usually soft face plate hardened. “You're coming back here though, as soon as you can. We're going to talk about this.”

Comet almost flinched, Theremin had a look that said he knew. And it filled Comet with so much shame knowing he knew.

The pretender shakily nodded, and Theremin's face softened. 

“Thank you.”

Cometeater took off in a sharp stride down the hall as Dropmix looked out, concern obvious over Theremin’s shaky hands and grim expression.

“Sunrazor is going to be staying with us tonight.”

[cheiyunn]

Kimisute main story [２部 ] Part 5

Side: GYROAXIA

[Sharehouse]

Reon: Uh…Kenta-san. How’s Nayuta doing…?

Kenta: It’s best to leave him alone for now. I told him at least he should be contactable so…

Ryo: The person who popped into the studio.. that was Nayuta’s dad…

Miyuki: Iryuu Koga right? I didn’t expect we’d be meeting face to face like that though…

Reon:  The reason he’s been so on edge lately really was… because of his father…

Kenta: …that’s right

Miyuki: hey, you knew from a while back didn't cha

Kenta: Only a little earlier on than you guys. And it’s not like I heard it directly from Nayuta either

Kenta: I’m not sure what exactly happened between them but at the present, Nayuta is suffering from it 

Ryo: Nayuta… he looked like he was in pain…

Reon: With a parent that big, you’d be compared to and weighed down by expectations, so it’d be a tough game

Reon: He’s also… going through the wringer huh…

Miyuki: Btw, when you saw Iryuu Koga, what’cha think Ryo-chin?

Ryo: It’s true that he’s a great person but he's sacrificed so many others… If Nayuta is a first class star, then that person is Haley’s comet

Ryo: While it draws people in with its intense shine and pull, it also brings destruction…

Ryo: I’m…not really drawn to it

Reon: That's… really like you

Miyuki: Really. …so, how is he Kenta. You sure he’s okay?

Kenta: ….In all honesty, I can’t say

Kenta: Generally, whenever Nayuta has had this kind of psychological breakdown, majority of the time, Iryuu Koga was related to it

Kenta: …In the past I was only able to sit back and watch him. But, I have no intention of making the same mistakes again

Kenta: Nayuta is the centerpiece of GYROAXIA, and we exist for Nayuta.

Kenta: I’ll keep Nayuta’s physical and mental state in check.

Ryo: Ken-ken, instead of 「I」 shouldn’t it be 「we」

Miyuki: He’s got a point. Up ‘till that you said 「we」, so why’re you singling yourself out for this?

Reon: We need him to stay the way he is

Reon: Because 「GYROAXIA is a band created for Nayuta」after all. Right, Kenta-san?

Kenta: …yeah, you’re right

Kenta: For now forth, we’ll keep an eye out for Nayuta’s wellbeing

Kenta: When the time does come, I request of your help

Ryo: Yup. Request anything. Because we’re here to protect Nayuta’s shine

.

[Outside]

Nayuta: …SHIT!

 - - - - - - -

Iryuu: (Impossible! With that physique, you are simply not fit to be a vocalist !)

Iryuu: (As you have absolutely no talent )

Nayuta: (shut up…!)

Iryuu: I thought I had said this already. You have absolutely no talent… give it up

Nayuta: (shut up, Shut up, Shut IT….!)

Iryuu: (Does it still bother you? Just when, will you be able to bring something that’ll entertain me. I’m waiting, kiddo.)

 - - - - - - -

Nayuta: …I’M TELLING YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Nayuta: ha….hah….

???: …What the hell are you doing?

Nayuta: ….hah?

Nayuta: ….you’re…

Rintaro: You’re GYROAXIA’s Asahi Nayuta, right? I don’t give a damn who you’re pissed off at but how ‘bout you think about the people around you huh? You’re causing a fuss.

Nayuta: Haa? This doesn’t involve you

Rintaro: I’m saying, you’re being noisy so kindly shut up. Do you need me to spell it out for you?

Nayuta: You fucker…

Rintaro: …Ryuusuke..is going to take a bit. Fine… come with me, junior.

[Park]

Nayuta: … What do you want

Rintaro: So, how long are you gonna keep chasing your dad’s shadow?

Nayuta: …what?

Rintaro: Ah~ , it hasn’t hammered you in the head yet? Or maybe, you’re not acknowledging it? Which one

Rintaro: Well, it’s not that I care either way

Rintaro: If you keep this up, GYROAXIA’s going to crumble anytime now

Nayuta: The Hell do you know!

Rintaro: Should you really be focused on watching your dad’s shadow? Isn’t there something else more important than that

Rintaro: As long as you don’t grow and realize that, you have no future

Rintaro: …see ya, I’ll be taking my leave. Thanks for helping your senior kill some time, Asahi.

--[Rintaro leaves]--

Nayuta: …TCH! Every single one of you…!

[seidenbros]

Breaking the Ice - Chapter 14

Pairing: Wylan van Eck x Jesper Fahey

Summary: “I don’t want to miss the game.” “You shouldn’t watch it anyway, because that will only make your headache worse.” The brightness of the TV in addition to the quickly moving pictures wouldn’t be good for him at all. “Tell you what, I’ll stay here, and we’ll put on the game. You keep your eyes closed and if you need to know anything in addition to what the announcers say, I’ll tell you, okay?” “You really don’t have to—” “I want to. So, can you please let me take care of you?” “Alright,” Jesper said with a soft chuckle, but then he wrapped his arms around Wylan to hug him for a moment. “We can take my laptop and watch in the bedroom. The bed is bigger than my sofa.”

OR

Jesper is dealing with the symptoms left from his concussion and Wylan is there to look after him.

Warning/Tags: POV Jesper Fahey, POV Wylan van Eck, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Alternate Universe - Figure skating, Hockey Coach Kaz Brekker, injuries, Jan van Eck is the scum of the Earth, sexual content, implied child abuse

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He had no idea what time it was when he finally stirred awake, but Wylan could definitely feel a warm body right next to his own, arms wrapped around him, legs entangled. Jesper. A smile spread on his lips, even before he opened his eyes, to look directly into a pair of eyes that mesmerised him time and time again.

“Morning,” he croaked, his voice needing a couple more minutes to wake up as well as it seemed. Jesper hadn’t gone home, he’d stayed with him and was still here in his bed. That alone made his heart skip a little beat - and again when Jesper tightened his hold around him.

“Morning sunshine.” Jesper dipped his head to kiss him, his right hand leaving Wylan’s body only to place it on his cheek, stroking to his neck all while kissing him. What a way to wake up.

“You make it really difficult to get up, you know that?” Wylan mumbled between kisses, his own fingertips stroking over Jesper’s chest, his shoulder.

“Maybe, I don’t want you to get up, ever thought about that?” Jesper kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, steering towards his ear, which was dangerous territory. Back in the elevator at the Charity Gala, Jesper had already found out how Wylan reacted when he was kissed there and oh, he’d used that knowledge ever since then. Not that Wylan could or would blame him, because it felt incredible.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to stay in bed much longer.” Hes sighed softly, his eyes drifting shut when Jesper pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his neck. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay here longer with him, but he didn’t exactly live here alone.

“Why is that?” Jesper mumbled, but he got the answer right away, when they both heard a loud meowing sound that got closer and closer. A moment later, Comet had jumped onto the bed demanding attention.

“That’s the reason,” Wylan said with a chuckle, lifting his head to look towards his cat. Reluctantly, Jesper loosened his arms around him and slowly sat up a little bit. “He’s hungry.”

“Can’t really blame him.” Jesper reached out his hand to let Comet sniff him first, but then the cat rubbed his head against Jesper’s hand, so everything was fine.

“I’ll just quickly feed him and then we can take a shower, if you want? Or you can go ahead and I’ll just shower after you.” He didn’t want to assume that Jesper wanted to share the shower with him, so he left the choice to him. After stealing another kiss, Wylan sat up and swung his legs out of bed. “And then definitely breakfast.”

They’d had something to eat last night, but that had been ages ago, and they’d been quite active last night with all the dancing and everything that had followed. Wylan fished for his boxers and pulled them up, because he didn’t want to run around completely naked here. Surely, Jesper wouldn’t mind, but he felt better this way. But he didn’t put on a shirt. Normally, he would, but Jesper knew about his scars, had seen them, and he’d actually told him about them, so he didn’t have to hide them to avoid questions. Jesper had been wonderful about this whole thing, and so Wylan had trusted him.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Jesper watched him with a smug smile on his lips, stretching out on Wylan’s bed, halfway covered by the blanket. He’d looked his fill last night, and had touched Jesper’s body, kissed him plenty, but he could probably still spend hours just admiring him. Not now, though, because Comet pressed against his legs to get him to move, and Wylan followed.

It didn’t take him long to get the food for Comet ready, all the while smiling to himself. This thing between them, it was something good, something they both enjoyed, so he didn’t want anything to change about this. Not right now at least. Neither did Jesper, because they’d both talked about it, to watch out around others, just so no rumours were spread, and so they could enjoy what they had without anyone or anything interfering in any way.

They spent more time in the shower than Wylan had thought, because they couldn’t keep their hands or lips off each other. Not that he’d complain about that, but they were both really hungry by now. While Wylan stepped up to his wardrobe to get some clothes out and get dressed, Jesper picked up his clothes that were lying around. When he reached for his shirt, though, he realised that he’d torn off one of the buttons. That must have happened when he’d whipped it over his head.

“Here,” Wylan grabbed one of his own sweaters and handed it to Jesper. “That should fit, if you want.” Wylan was smaller than Jesper, yes, but he liked to wear oversized sweaters, enjoyed cosy clothes whenever he could.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet.” Jesper’s smile widened as he pulled the sweater over his head. “What happens if you don’t get it back?”

“Then I’ll have to come and get it.” Wylan chuckled at that, but honestly, there was just something about seeing Jesper in his own sweater that made him feel all warm and fuzzy, so he wouldn’t mind not getting it back.

While Wylan made them some scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast - he insisted on doing this alone - Jesper entertained Comet a little bit and played with him. Comet was rather picky when it came to people. Where he’d enjoyed snuggling up to Inej right from the start, it had taken Nina months for Comet to even get close to her, but by now she could touch him and even give him treats. Jesper seemed to have been accepted right away as well. The first morning he’d been here to check up on Wylan, Comet had already gone up to him and had allowed him to touch him, and that had told Wylan a whole lot.

They sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy their breakfast. Comet watched them for a moment, but then decided to go to his spot on the sofa and curl up apparently, having gotten enough attention for now. While Wylan had thought that it might be awkward in the morning, there was absolutely no trace of awkwardness to be found. They were able to talk normally about this and that, but they both were seeking points of contact as well, whether it was reaching for the other’s hand or pressing their knee against the other one’s.

On the one hand, he would have loved to spend the rest of the day with Jesper, since he didn’t have training today, but that wasn’t true for Wylan. He was meeting with Inej in about an hour, so he really needed to get ready.

“I think you deserve a day off as well,” Jesper said as he helped Wylan clean up, bumping his hip against Wylan��s.

“That’s a nice thought, but with the competition on Friday, I need the training sessions. I mean, it’s for a good cause and nothing that goes into the rating, but it’s still important to me.”

“I totally get that. The pre-season games are not important for the ratings as well, but for us they kind of set the tone for the season.”

Wylan had to agree. It was also always the time to try out something new, especially in hockey. You could switch the lines, or let someone from the farm team who only got the chance to play when someone was injured usually.

When Jesper had gathered the rest of his clothes and Wylan had packed what he’d need for his training session, he decided to drive Jesper home. After finding out his address, he realised that it was only a short detour, so he wouldn’t be late to his training session at all. In fact, he’d probably be there before Inej - if he didn’t spend a lot of time kissing Jesper in the car in front of his building.

“Alright, I really need to go,” Wylan mumbled against Jesper’s lips, forcing himself to pull back and sit up straighter. “I have some appointments tomorrow, one of them with Nina for physiotherapy and then dinner afterwards, so I think I’ll see you on Tuesday? I mean, you have a game in the evening, but maybe we can make midday work?”

“We’ll have a light training in the morning, but we could do that afterwards, yes.” Jesper leaned over to him to kiss him once more, before he opened the door. “And now off to your training with Inej. Have fun!” Jesper winked at him before he closed the door and went backwards to his apartment building, waving at him.

Wlan waved back, a big smile on his lips when he started the engine again. The smile remained there pretty much for the rest of the day. Of course, Inej asked him why he was in such a good mood, but he didn’t give her all the details. Not just yet at least. He would tell her about what was going on between Jesper and him soon, but for now, he just told her that he’d had a great evening at the Christmas Party, that they’d danced half the night and that Jesper and Nina had saved him from his father, which was something Inej would thank them for when she got the chance.

All throughout Monday, they exchanged messages, and when Wylan met with Nina for his physiotherapy session, they kept it rather professional, but over dinner, he told her about the night he’d spent with Jesper. Not all the details of course, but she had already guessed what had happened when Jesper had gotten out of the limousine together with Wylan. The way she grinned at him showed him how happy she was for him - them really, since she liked Jesper a whole lot as well.

While enjoying their ice-cream, she asked him what that meant for them, where they stood now, but Wylan told her that nothing had changed really. They were still keeping it between them more or less, and they were taking it slow. Well, in a certain way at least. They acted on their physical attraction, both of them enjoying this immensely, all while they were getting to know each other better.

“And that’s okay with you? This kinda dating stage?” Nina inquired, pushing the empty bowl away from her so that she didn’t get up and get more ice-cream.

“To be honest, I think it’s just what I need right now. What we both need, maybe?” Wylan put his bowl down as well, before he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back like this. “I mean, we spend quite some time together because of the training sessions, and we’re getting to know each other a little better like this. There is no pressure, you know? We can just be and enjoy what this is, wherever it may lead. There’s enough pressure on both of us as it is.” And neither of them needed more of that. And that was what he liked so much about this, that it wasn’t complicated, that they both enjoyed their time with each other -  and there was this trust between them that Wylan couldn’t properly put into words and explain, but then again, he didn’t have to.

The next morning, Wylan went for a little run, music turned up loud so he was in the right mood to brace the rather cold weather. Not as cold as it had been in Elling, but still very cold for Ketterdam, and they were supposed to get snow over night, so that was something he was looking forward to. Running was good for him, it always was, because it cleared his mind a little, and when he came home again, he was in a rather good mood. Still, he should probably get ready for his training session with Jesper. Right now, he was probably on the ice with the team, at least he assumed that much, but he was proven otherwise when his phone vibrated and a message from Jesper popped up.

Curious, he opened it and let his phone read the message out loud to him.

Hey, I’m sorry, but I have to cancel our training session today. I wasn’t at team training and won’t be playing tonight as well.

That didn’t sound so good. Neither of them would miss training if it wasn’t for a very good reason, so he immediately worried about him.

Going over to the kitchen, he dictated his message to Jesper: Don’t worry about training, that can wait. Is everything alright?

He hated to admit it, but he was watching his phone on the counter while he poured himself a glass of water, because he didn’t want to miss Jesper’s answer. Of course, he managed to spill some water like this, but that was quickly cleaned up, so there wasn’t any damage done. Still, when his phone buzzed again, he quickly reached for it, the glass of water abandoned again.

It will be. It’s just my head that’s killing me a bit, so I’ll stay most of the day in bed.

Wylan sighed softly, because he knew where this was coming from. Jesper had had a severe concussion when he’d ended up in hospital, and as it seemed, these were aftereffects of that injury. Wylan had had headaches after his car accident as well and they’d told him that it had been due to the concussion most likely. There were a few things that had helped him back then that he still remembered.

Is there anything I can do? Anything you need?

He had to ask, though he already had a kind of plan. A plan that didn’t include a training session for him today, so he left his phone in the kitchen while he took a shower when he didn’t get an answer right away. He took a long hot shower, while he had some music playing in the bathroom to distract himself. He worried about Jesper, of course, because the headaches must have been pretty bad if he could already tell that he wouldn’t be playing tonight. Apart from the pain, Jesper must have been rather frustrated as well, and that was why Wylan came up with this little plan of his.

Once he’d gotten out of the shower and dressed in a pair or corduroy trousers with a pastel green knitted sweater, he looked at his phone again and read Jesper’s message.

That’s really sweet, but I guess I just need some rest.

Wylan nodded slightly, before taking a look at the clock on his wall. He wouldn’t head over there immediately, give him some peace and quiet, but he wanted to go there later, bring some food over, now that he knew where Jesper lived.

That sounds reasonable. Try to sleep a little bit, and if you need anything, call me.

He only received a thank you after that, but that was completely fine with him. The situation wasn’t the best, and he wanted Jesper to feel better, so some sleep should at least help him for now, and maybe, Wylan would be able to be of some assistance later on. At least, he would be able to make sure that Jesper ate properly.

After feeding Comet, Wylan sent Jesper a quick text that he was on his way to his place, just so that he wouldn’t be too surprised. In case he didn’t want him there, Wylan put his phone on silent mode, before he put it into his pocket. If Jesper wanted him to leave, he would, but at least, he would have brought him some food then, and he’d be a bit more at ease.

With the bags of an assortment of Asian food that he’d ordered beforehand and picked up, he walked up to Jesper’s apartment building after parking his car. It took him a moment to make out Jesper’s name, but then he was able to ring the bell.

“You really didn’t have to come,” Jesper said on the intercom without any kind of greeting.

“Does that mean you’re sending me home right now? Because I have a lot of delicious food to share.” Well, if he wanted, Wylan would leave and take the food home with him, but he’d probably be able to eat that for the next three days then.

“Of course not.” Jesper sighed, but then he pressed the buzzer to open the door to let Wylan in. “Fifth floor.”

He pushed through the entrance and headed straight towards the elevator. Once he stepped out of it again on the fifth floor, he thought he’d have to figure out which door was Jesper’s, but he’d already opened it for him and was looking at him, leaning against the doorframe.

“Did you plan this all along?” Jesper asked as Wylan walked up to him.

“Maybe.” He stopped right in front of Jesper, tilting his head to the side. “I wanted you to get some rest and then make sure you got some proper food.” As if to show them to him, Wylan lifted the bags in his hands before pushing past Jesper, who closed the door behind him.

Wylan made himself at home straight away, putting the bags down for a moment so he could take off his shoes and his coat along with the scarf. It was warm enough in here after all, so he wouldn’t need it.

He realised that Jesper only had a few lights on altogether, had them dimmed as well, which was fine with him, since he didn’t need a lot of light to be able to see his surroundings. In addition, he knew that bright lights weren’t good for him at the moment, since it had been the same for him.

“Want to eat something right away?” he asked Jesper as he picked up the bags again, letting him lead the way to the kitchen.

“I guess that would be good. I haven’t eaten that much all day.”

“That’s what I thought.” Wylan looked at him for a moment, before he concentrated on the bags again to unpack them and put everything on the table. “Feeling nauseous?”

“Not anymore.” Jesper watched him, but then he got two plates and some cutlery out to place them on the table as well. His hair was flattened on one side of his head, sticking up at the other. He was dressed in sweatpants and a Crows sweater with his number on the sleeves and on the back. 07. A lucky number.

“That’s still from the concussion, right?” Wylan straightened once he’d unpacked the bags. When he looked over at Jesper, he could see that he was taking a deep breath, seemingly trying to find an answer. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say. But I’ve been there as well.”

“And now? Did it get better?” The hope in his voice made Wylan smile softly. He eventually stepped up to Jesper, reaching up his right hand to stroke over his cheek. 

“There were a couple of days where I had horrible headaches, but I actually had some ways to cope with that. So, let’s eat, and then I’ll help you relax.”

“Oh, that sounds interesting,” Jesper said with a grin, putting his hands on Wylan’s hips to pull him a little closer.

“Not what you’re thinking,” Wylan said with a laugh, his hand dropping onto Jesper’s shoulder, but he did rise to the balls of his feet to kiss him, soft and sweet and not lingering too long, because he really wanted Jesper to eat something now.

“Well, what was I thinking, hm?” Jesper quickly stole another kiss, before he reluctantly let go of Wylan so they could both sit down at the table.

“Nothing I want to discuss in front of all this innocent food.”

“What were you thinking when you got all this? That you need to feed a whole hockey team?” Jesper’s grin was something Wylan really liked to see, because it made him feel a bit more at ease and not worry too much.

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a bit of pretty much everything. And that way, you have something left for tomorrow as well.” This was a good opportunity for him to find out what Jesper liked and what he didn’t like from the assortment he’d gotten for them.

“I feel spoiled.” Jesper winked at him, but then they dug in in the dim light of the kitchen.

Wylan told him a little bit about his day, while they were eating, though there wasn’t that much to tell him really. Still, it was cosy and just a bit of light conversation over dinner, and Wylan really enjoyed that. Especially because he didn’t want Jesper to get an even bigger headache or anything, because it was bad enough as it was. He looked exhausted and slightly pale, though that was better after he’d had something to eat, and yet, he still managed to look utterly gorgeous. It wasn’t fair, but at least Wylan got to look his fill.

Once they were finished, Wylan helped Jesper clear the table and put everything into the fridge. In the end, he really had enough to eat tomorrow at least, and maybe even two days from now.

“You should probably lie down and get some more rest,” Wylan advised, lifting a hand to feel his temperature. Not that Jesper was sick, but Wylan’s head had sometimes started to feel a little hot, and it was the same with Jesper’s right now.

“This feels good,” Jesper mumbled, almost leaning into his touch. Wylan’s hands were rather cold at the moment, so he understood that it felt good for Jesper. “But I don’t want to miss the game.”

“You shouldn’t watch it anyway, because that will only make your headache worse.” The brightness of the TV in addition to the quickly moving pictures wouldn’t be good for him at all. “Tell you what, I’ll stay here, and we’ll put on the game. You keep your eyes closed and if you need to know anything in addition to what the announcers say, I’ll tell you, okay?”

“You really don’t have to—”

“I want to. So, can you please let me take care of you?”

“Alright,” Jesper said with a soft chuckle, but then he wrapped his arms around Wylan to hug him for a moment. “We can take my laptop and watch in the bedroom. The bed is bigger than my sofa.”

Wylan didn’t mind where they’d settle down, as long as Jesper was able to lie down and close his eyes. Or maybe sit at first, because he had something in mind. On the way to the bedroom, Jesper showed him where everything was, especially the bathroom, because Wylan told him that he’d maybe need a couple of things. While Jesper set up his laptop, Wylan took a little trip to the bathroom and came back with a cold, damp cloth.

“So, what do you have in mind to help me?” Jesper looked at him, putting the laptop on the end of the bed so that he didn’t have to look at it, but it was loud enough to hear. “Sorry about the chaos by the way.”

“No need to apologise.” He hadn’t even realised that there was some kind of chaos, and it was probably not as bad as Jesper thought it was anyway. Wylan thought for a moment, but then he climbed onto Jesper’s bed, sitting upright with his back against the headboard. “Come here. Just get comfortable between my legs and lean back.”

“Well, that sounds promising.” Jesper wiggled his eyebrows at Wylan, but he followed his request, both of them sharing a laugh. Still, the way Jesper talked, all the insinuations, it made something inside Wylan light up, but he tamed it down again. This was definitely not the right situation to be thinking about getting Jesper naked again, because right now, he just wanted to help him relax and that meant taking care of his headache in the first place.

They seemed to have the right timing, because as soon as Jesper settled down between Wylan’s legs and leaned back, the game started. Wylan handed him the wet cloth so Jesper could hold it against his forehead and his eyes.

“Let me guess, it hurts here as well.” Gently, Wylan raked his nails over the back of Jesper’s neck, making him shiver in the process. He just hadn’t been able to resist it.

“Yeah.” Jespers answer was just a whisper followed by a sigh. When Wylan started gently massaging him there, though, a moan fell over his lips.

“Good? Or do I need to be more careful?”

“Good. Perfect.” One hand was holding the cloth, the other hand found purchase on Wylan’s thigh, his thumb brushing back and forth in a slow rhythm, not initiating anything. Jesper just wanted and needed to touch him somehow, because this soothed him as well.

Wylan kept going, massaged the back of his neck and his shoulders, feeling his muscles relax underneath his fingers. Meanwhile, the game was rather uneventful for the first period, but in the second, it sped up, and the first goal was scored by the Crows.

“Now, that’s a sound I love,” Jesper mumbled, putting the cloth aside that had dried up almost completely. He opened his eyes slightly, but Wylan quickly covered them again.

“Keep them closed,” he said, feeling Jesper’s fingers wrap around his wrist, but he didn’t pull Wylan’s hand away. He seemed to just hold onto it, but then he rubbed his thumb over Wylan’s pulse point.

“Bossy. I like it.”

“I can boss you around some more, Jesper,” Wylan said with a chuckle, but he didn’t mean it in the way Jesper might have thought. “Can you sit up properly and scoot forward a little so we can change the positions we’re in.”

“Ohh, what do you have in mind? You’re making me curious.” He could even hear the grin in Jesper’s voice, which made him smile in turn. When Jesper followed his instructions, Wylan took his hands off him and scooted a bit to the side so he could stretch out on the bed and lie down, pushing another pillow beneath his head, so it was a little elevated.

Jesper turned a little so he could look at Wylan, his eyes now opened. He was turned away from the laptop and wouldn’t see the screen like this, so he could look properly at Wylan, who opened his arms for him now.

“Just come here. Lie down, get comfortable.” He wanted Jesper to lie down half on top of him, kinda like that night in his own bed only in reversed roles. “On your stomach please, so you’re not tempted to look at the screen.”

“You mean I get to look at your pretty face all the time? Not gonna complain about that.” Jesper turned around on his stomach and crawled up to Wylan, so he could snuggle up to him. His words had their effect on him, because he felt his cheeks heat up at the compliment.

“Preferably, you’ll keep your eyes closed.”

“Boo, that’s boring.”

“But it helps.”

“Well… alright. You have a point.” With a sigh, Jesper laid his head against Wylan’s chest and wrapped his arm around him, pushing his hand between Wylan’s back and the mattress as if he needed to be even close to him.

“Yeah, I know what I’m talking about.” Gently, Wylan ran his fingers over Jesper’s hair, the back of his neck, before he put two fingers to each temple and started carefully massaging these spots. After a moment, he felt Jesper relax even more against him and the mattress, his eyes closed in bliss. This was exactly what Wylan had hoped for.

They didn’t talk much, and actually it was more Wylan who spoke up when something happened in the game. Jesper didn’t say anything really, he just hummed or grunted, and before the game was over, there was complete silence. “Jesper?” Wylan asked quietly, running his fingers over Jesper’s hair and onto his back, but he didn’t get an answer. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling at that. Jesper had really fallen asleep, and Wylan was sure that he needed that kind of rest as well. Carefully, he reached out his hand to turn off the laptop, but he left it right where it was, because he didn’t want to jostle Jesper too much and risk waking him up.

Of course, Wylan had thought about whether he would spend the night here or not - but with no ulterior motive, since he knew what Jesper was going through - but he hadn’t expected it to be like this. Still, it showed him how comfortable Jesper felt in his presence, that he felt safe enough with him to let his guard down, and that was a very nice feeling.

[undyingghoul]

Surprise Surprise

Pairing: Mountain x Phantom Warnings: Blood, scratching, use of the term daddy, subspace (Phantom), anal, anal fingering Word count: 2,000 A/N: Remember the ficlet thing I posted yesterday from Comet with Mountain/Phantom and the prompt "Let me hear you make that sound again."? Well. I did a continuation...

Phantom glanced over at the alarm clock on his bedside table with slightly blurred vision. Mountain should be back and making a B-line to see him any moment now. His head spun and he had never felt so floaty and light in his entire life at the ministry. But it was all in the best way possible. He’d never felt so good in his life. He took a few breaths to try and get some sense of clarity in his subby brain, but his brain was having none of it. He was fine with that though. He liked feeling like this. He liked doing this to himself. It only took a few videos, re-reading messages, and at least an hour or so of teasing and playing with himself to slip into subspace. He’d consider himself a pro at doing that with how often he did it and how often Mountain commented on his ability to do it. It proved useful for him and Mountain and made for some fun times. Currently sprawled across his bed without a single piece of clothing on him he could feel the ghost touches and vibrations from the toy he had used to rile himself up in the first place. He bucked his hips and whined, his eyes fluttering shut and his tail thumping against the bed quickly. Using the darkness his closed eyes provided he let his mind replay a video Mountain had sent him months ago. He could hear his breathing quicken, feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. He felt so aware yet so clouded at the same time, just a feather floating in a gentle breeze. He couldn’t stop his hand from running down his chest to his stomach slowly, and from his stomach to his cock. He was beyond sensitive having edged himself countless times in the span of six hours. He failed to hear the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, ones he’d recognize anywhere if he heard them. He also failed to hear the sound of the door opening and the low, guttural growl that echoed through the room. He only realized he was alone when he felt a hand lay on his chest and sprawl out, moving upward slowly to wrap around his throat and give a gentle squeeze. Phantom’s breathing hitched and he opened his eyes to see Mountain towering above him. “M-Mounty..!” Phantom cooed with a happy, lazy smile. His tail only thumped harder against the bed. Mountain looked over the ghoul sprawled on the bed before looking him in the eyes. Phantom did his best to put words together in his head to form a sentence before speaking, knowing Mountain was silently asking him what this was. “S-Surprise…!” Phantom pulled a hand up and placed it around the hand on his throat. “W-Wanted to w-welcome y-you back… K-Know you l-like t-this…” Phantom slurred slightly. Phantom watched Mountain do another scan before he saw the change in his eyes and demeanor. Mountain squeezed only a little hard around Phantom’s throat, pressing in the right spots that made Phantom’s vision blur and a pleasured half whimper half moan leave him. “O-Oh, M-Mounty..!” He rasped.

“You’re such a good boy for me Phantom, doing this all to welcome me back. Daddy’s very, very proud of you baby boy,” Mountain praised, watching Phantom’s eyes roll back a bit until his eyes closed and a breathless moan left him. Mountain removed his hand from Phantom’s neck and stripped, watching Phantom try to bounce back even slightly. “So deep, aren’t you buttercup? I know just how much you love doing that to yourself. Letting me find you like this,” Mountain growled as he tossed his boxers aside and moved around the bed to crawl next to Phantom. Phantom nodded quickly. “Y-Yes, d-daddy! L-Love it s-s- m-much!” He whined as he felt Mountain press against him. The quintessence ghoul moved slowly to grab something that sat near the back of his bedside table, handing it to Mountain once he had a hold of it. “That’s it, good boy. Phantom,” Mountain praised as he took the bottle of lube from Phantom. “You want it bad, don’t you, my darling?” Phantom groaned loudly and nodded, knowing what was next and what he had to do. “Show me.” Phantom slowly pushed himself up, his eyes trying to focus on something as he panted heavily. He fought the urge to moan and whimper as he moved. It felt like he was swaying as he moved, eyes half-lidded and mouth open slightly. He took his time, getting onto his knees with his face pressed into the pillows and the best back arch Mountain’s ever seen to get his ass in the air. Mountain sighed heavily, a sigh that quickly turned into a growl. “That’s my good boy,” Mountain purred, moving behind Phantom and resting behind him. “What comes next, baby?” He prompted, listening to Phantom clear his throat. “F-Fuck… M-Mounty… S-Satanas, p-please…” He begged quietly. “I can’t hear you kitten.” Phantom pressed back against Mountain. “P-Please..! D-Daddy, p-please! H-Ha… N-Need you… F-Fuck m-me… P-Pretty p-please!!” He begged louder. Mountain opened the bottle of lube and coated his fingers with it, capping it and tossing it aside. He felt Phantom shiver. “Atta boy. Soon my darling… We gotta get you warmed up first, yeah?” Mountain said and Phantom nodded. “Y-Yes d-daddy…” He whimpered softly as he felt Mountain’s fingers stretch him in the best way, pushing back quickly and letting out a loud, raspy moan at the feeling. “You could just fuck yourself on my fingers, couldn’t you?” Mountain hummed, watching Phantom nod as he did just that and only drive himself deeper into subspace.

Mountain had two fingers at first and added a third, then a fourth, watching Phantom shake and listen to him moan, whine, and whimper. After a while Mountain stilled Phantom, hearing him cry out in protest. “Patience, Phantom. What you want is next,” Mountain said as he grabbed the bottle of lube once more and poured some in his hand before once again capping it and tossing it aside. He covered his cock in lube before lining up and tapping Phantom’s ass gently as a warning, then slowly pushing in. Phantom found Mountain taking too long and pushed back again, taking Mountain at a speed that made Mountain gasp softly and hold Phantom against him. “Shit, Phantom!” He cursed, digging his claws into Phantom’s hips and breaking through the skin. Mountain listened to the moan that tore through Phantom at the feeling of pain and the warmth of blood slowly rolling down his sides and to his chest. “Oh you like that, don’t you?” Mountain growled, bringing a hand up between Phantom’s shoulder blades and digging his claws in gently. “P-Please, p-please please p-please!” Phantom begged. Mountain clawed his way down Phantom’s back with enough pressure to cause red marks and some blood to pool and roll slowly. Phantom started crying, thanking Mountain over and over as Mountain quickly began to move his hips and claw his back. Phantom felt so, so good. He just knew he’d be absolutely fucked out and left utterly ruined after this, and that’s exactly how he liked it. Mountain knew just what he liked and he couldn’t get enough of it. He could feel the pressure building rapidly and he knew that Mountain would get him to cum at least twice during this. “M-Mounty…! C-Close! S-So c-close!” He gasped as he felt his back sting and a warm substance coat his back in some spots.

Mountain growled and pulled Phantom up slightly, wrapping one arm around his waist and another around his shoulders to pin him. Phantom helped keep both of them upright by steadying them with one hand on the headboard while the other had a death grip on the arm around his shoulders. “H-Ha! F-Fuck!” He cursed. Mountain growled again. “Cum for me, Phantom. Cum for daddy.”

Phantom jolted and shouted as his orgasm slammed over him hard, loving how Mountain just kept going. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he begged Mountain to pin him against the bed and fuck him into it. “Such a fucking good boy you are, fuck…” Mountain hissed, stopping for just a second to get Phantom back in the first position and pin him down using his body and hands.

“O-Oh f-fuck! D-Daddy, t-there…! R-Right t-there!” Phantom shouted  Mountain brought his mouth to Phantom’s neck and nibbled and bit it, leaving marks of all kinds. “Such a good boy, taking me so fucking well,” Mountain breathed against his neck. “Always so good for me, always feel so fucking good baby boy,” Mountain growled into Phantom’s ear. “So fucking perfect, my perfect good boy. You are mine. All mine, Phantom.” Phantom couldn’t form words anymore. His brain was entirely mush. But he couldn’t get enough of it. He loved this, all of it. The feeling, the praise, how possessive Mountain was getting, and just how rough he was being. Phantom could feel the pressure reaching the tipping point and tightened around Mountain’s cock. “Cum for me, darling.” Phantom’s body jolted again and shook violently as another orgasm ripped through him, pressing back fully against Mountain. Mountain snarled and pressed himself against Phantom as his orgasm washed over him, holding Phantom as close as he could as they both worked through their mind-shattering orgasms. Once Mountain had gotten through his and the high, he soothed Phantom as he got through his and the high. Phantom was silent, spare for the heavy breaths that left him. He tried to talk but Mountain shushed him gently. “Rest, my love. Daddy’s got you now. Let’s get you a nice warm bath, yeah? That sound good?” Phantom nodded and let Mountain handle him. Mountain carried Phantom to the bathroom connected to Phantom’s room and used his tail to start the water and made sure it was nice and warm. Once the tub was filled enough he turned the water off then slowly stepped into it and sat down with Phantom, rubbing his shoulders as he hissed from the water touching the scratches on his back. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay, I’ve got you. Let’s get you cleaned up and in some warm pajamas,” Mountain cooed softly, letting Phantom rest against him as he washed him up head to toe with care, love, and a gentle touch.

He listened to the quintessence ghoul purr softly, clearly enjoying the treatment. Once Mountain had completely washed and rinsed the soap off of Phantom he started the water draining and grabbed a towel from behind him. Carefully standing up he wrapped Phantom up in the towel and dried himself off with another towel the best he could. “Alright, let’s get your pajamas sunshine.” Mountain carried Phantom out and gently set him on the bed, drying him off and keeping the towel around him while he grabbed one of Phantom’s favorite t-shirts, some boxers, and shorts. He opened another drawer and pulled out his own t-shirt and boxers. He came back over and quickly dressed himself before looking at Phantom. “Can you do it, or do you want me to help you?” Phantom pointed at Mountain and let the towel fall from his shoulders. Mountain nodded and helped dress Phantom before using the towel to clean up the mess on the bed to the best of his ability. He tossed the towel aside and crawled into the other side of the bed with Phantom, holding him close and pulling the blankets up and over them. “I know you are tired my love. You can sleep if you want, I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get you water and food in a bit,” Mountain said softly and Phantom nodded, snuggling up against the earth ghoul. “T-Thank you, M-Mountain…” Phantom said softly. Mountain smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Phantom’s head. “Of course, darling. Get some rest now, sweet thing, I love you so much, my celestial star.”

[div1nity]

◜⠀   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀ ،،̲       just some 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 about coraline that are too small to have on a single post   ﹗ .

quick peek at her playlists : eminem , dr dre , nwa , snoop dogg , ice cube , 50 cent , 2pac , biggie , fugees , tone loc , ll cool j / ac/dc , metallica , the doors , alice cooper , black sabbath , guns n roses , judas priest , deep purple , pink floyd , led zepplin , iron maiden , van halen / chuck berry , frank sinatra , the everly brothers , jerry lee lewis , peggy lee , fats domino , bill hayley & his comets , elvis presley , little richard .

has a cheap car to get around . she enjoys having a car , likes going on calming rides outside the city &. completely revels in the freedom that the car brings , knowing that at any moment she could just take off without looking back . however , 95% of the time she'll pout at having to drive , she's more about getting driven around ; she's a passenger princess , it's a disease &. it's fatal , pouts everytime she has to get behind a wheel .

loves reading books , libraries were a netural space growing up on the streets &. it provided major comfort &. security , it's there where she learned russian &. greek . it's a love that never faded , in her down time if she isn't drawing / painting , doing something creative , girl has a book in her hand .

LOVES philosophy &. the histories , discovered them as a kid &. never looked back - go on , ask her about the history of the arts , make her year ( you'll never get her to shut up )

coraline has bad periods , like , cripplingly bad . girl has been stabbed , shot , tortured - turned inside out emotionally &. physically , yet nothing on planet earth , not even crimson can ever come close to the crippling pain that comes once a month because of her bitch of a uterus . this leaves her very vunerable &. the ONLY people who can see her during this time is alejandro &. natalia , if you manage to make the list where you're alone with her during this month , you've made it , congradulations !

doesn't matter how much time passes , in a bar her go to order is a double shot of vodka &. coke ; it's like muscle memory . loves her gin &. whiskeys , but vodka has a special place in her soul . in later canon , she does come to love the expensive wines &. champagne - her favourite cocktail continues to be blue lagoon .

coraline tilts her head all the time , no matter the situation , chances are its going to happen - when something funny happens , something confusing , or someone says something so stupid all she wants to do is throw a punch in their direction , it's all emotions / situations - a head tilt is soon to follow . she's actually done this since she was a toddler &. just never stopped - i like to think it's something that ties her to eletta ( imagine henry speaking , just for coraline to tilt her head &. the wind gets knocked out of him when he sees his mother looking back at him in a face that doesn't at all resemble his own . )

sings in the shower , without fail , girlie puts on concerts - has imagined herself accepting all the music awards .

[shadyfestivalperfection]

AVENGERS: THE CREATOR

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Chapter 18: The truth beneath the ruins

(Natasha’s pov)

The quinjet hummed softly as we finished preparing for our next destination—Barren Island. It was the only place where the Devil’s Comet would be fully visible, and the final battle was drawing closer.

I stood in the cockpit, helping Tony with something on the control panel when he spoke up.

“Hey, have you seen Y/n? I haven’t seen her since we got back from the chamber.”

Thor, still chewing on a sandwich, answered without much thought. “I don’t know, maybe she’s still out near the rubble.”

Steve shot him a look. “Don’t call it rubble. That was her home.”

Thor swallowed, giving a small nod of acknowledgment.

Something about their exchange unsettled me. Y/n had been quiet ever since we retrieved the sword—quieter than usual. I had a feeling I knew where she was.

“I’ll go check on her.”

I left the jet, stepping into the remains of what was once a magnificent empire. Broken stone, shattered walls, remnants of a kingdom lost in time—it was a graveyard of memories. And there, sitting on a rock amidst the destruction, was Y/n.

She didn’t acknowledge my presence as I approached. She just stared at the sword in her hands, its black blade reflecting the dying sunlight.

I hesitated for a moment before sitting beside her. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes held the weight of centuries.

Then, she spoke. “I lied.”

I turned my head to look at her. “About what?” I asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She held the sword up, studying its deadly beauty. “Remember when I told you all that my empire was destroyed by a natural disaster?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I remember. What about it?”

She exhaled shakily. “It wasn’t an earthquake. It wasn’t a tsunami. It was me.”

I felt my breath hitch. My hand slipped from her shoulder as I stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “The night of the Devil’s Comet… I didn’t know what would happen when all the power of the Infinity Stones flowed into me. I lost control. And in that moment of chaos, I destroyed everything.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and this time, she didn’t hold them back. “I killed my people. I decimated my empire. I didn’t leave a single soul alive. And when my power reached its peak, the entire kingdom collapsed—burned, shattered, and turned to ashes. The wind carried their remains away… and I was left alone.”

I turned away, shutting my eyes for a moment as I processed her words. The weight of her confession hung between us like a storm cloud.

She stood up and walked toward a crumbling wall covered in vines, her fingers brushing against it as if searching for something long lost.

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” I asked.

Her voice was small. “I don’t know… I guess I was afraid. I thought if you knew, you’d be scared of me. That you’d leave me… just like everyone else did.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t pretend to understand what she felt, but I knew what it was like to carry the weight of the past—to feel like a walking catastrophe, a ticking time bomb.

I walked up beside her. “Thank you for telling me the truth. I know how hard this must be for you.”

She didn’t respond.

I hesitated before asking, “How are you going to tell the others?”

She let out a shaky breath. “I haven’t thought about it.”

“They’ll understand.” I assured her. “You just need to be brave enough. If you want, I can tell them for you.”

Before she could answer, Sam’s voice crackled through our comms.

“Guys, get back to the jet. We’re ready to leave.”

Y/n wiped her face quickly, masking her emotions. The war was coming, and there was no more time for confessions.

She turned to me, offering a small nod before we walked back toward the quinjet together.

She wasn’t ready to tell the others.

But sooner or later, she would have to. If she didn’t I would have to. I couldn’t keep anyone in the dark.

*****

As the quinjet descended toward Barren Island, the tension inside was thick enough to cut with a blade. The island was dark and lifeless, its volcanic terrain covered in blackened rock, mist rolling in from the shore. It looked like the perfect place for a battle—deserted, cursed, and unforgiving.

We stood around, weapons ready, as the quinjet prepared to land. Y/n was at the front, gripping the sword we had retrieved, her expression unreadable.

“We need to go over the plan one last time,” Steve said, looking at all of us.

Y/n turned toward us. “Raven Nightshade won’t come alone. He never does. He’ll have an army—one strong enough to keep you all occupied while he fights me.”

“Who do you think he’s bringing?” Tony asked, arms crossed.

Y/n hesitated for a second, then said, “I don’t know exactly… but I know he’ll bring our worst enemy.”

A chill ran through me as realization hit. I saw it on the others’ faces too. Almost in sync, we all muttered the same name.

“HYDRA.”

There was a moment of silence before Sam scoffed. “Great. As if this wasn’t bad enough.”

“Why the hell would he team up with HYDRA?” Clint asked.

“Because they have a common goal—destroying all of us,” Y/n answered, her voice calm but sharp. “While I’m locked in battle with Raven, HYDRA will make sure you don’t interfere. They won’t just try to fight you; they’ll try to kill you.”

Steve tightened his grip on his shield, jaw clenching. We had fought HYDRA before, but this time, it felt different. This wasn’t just another mission—this was war.

Wanda finally spoke, her voice soft but urgent. “You’ll be able to defeat him quickly, right?”

Y/n exhaled slowly, her gaze fixed on the island ahead. “I wouldn’t underestimate him. He came prepared. He always has.”

Thor, standing tall, twirled Mjolnir in his hand and smirked. “Then let’s prepare for him.”

The quinjet finally touched down, its engines humming as the ramp lowered. The island was eerily silent, no sounds of birds, no rustling of trees—just the distant roar of the waves and the low rumble of the still-active volcano.

We stepped onto the darkened ground, the sky above painted in ominous shades of red and black.

The Devil’s Comet was almost here.

And so was Raven Nightshade.

-to be continued

[marshie-ghost]

STARSTRUCK

Hal Jordan x Child! Reader x Carol Ferris (PLATONIC)

Hal meets his child.

WARNING(S): Explicit language, carol and hal argue kinda toxicly, hal is accidentally a deadbeat dad

A/N: No use of Y/N; Reader is called "Comet," and is stated to look similar to Hal.

Carol hadn't been answering his calls. Sure, they weren't on the best terms, and Carol certainly didn't owe him an answer, but she was never one to ignore his calls. If she was pissed at him, she'd usually tell him, whether in person or through text, that she didn't want to talk, and he would respect that and leave her alone. But Carol apparently hadn't seen any of his texts or missed calls, and he could admit he was a little worried.

He knew Carol could take care of herself, and their relationship had long since ended, but he still cared about her enough to notice the odd behavior. Maybe he was overreacting, or maybe Carol was in real danger, and he was sitting on his ass in his shitty apartment doing nothing about it.

He stared at his phone, pondering his options. The sanest choice would be to wait until the next day and meet her at work, then he could panic if she didn't show up... But what if she was hurt? What if she needed him and he wasn't there?

"Damn it," he muttered, powering on his ring and soaring out the door.

The trip to her house was a short one, Green Lanterns were able to cross space in record time; flying across Coast City was no problem. He landed on her doorstep, rapping his knuckles on the door a couple times. He waited a few moments, his hand reaching up to bang on the door again before it swung open. A young kid, no older than ten, stood in the doorway, a grumpy expression on their face.

Hal was taken aback by their appearance. It was like looking into a mirror, well, a mirror that de-aged you by a few decades, but a mirror nonetheless.

He was startled out of his stupor by the little one speaking up. "Are ya gonna say anything, or are ya just gonna stand there and gawk, Mr. Lantern?"

"Uh, is Carol here?" He forced out, his eyes wide.

Their glare turned accusatory as they pushed their hair out of their face with the back of their hand. "Why'd'ya wanna know?"

"She hasn't answered my calls," he spoke. He figured there was no point hiding the truth from his mini-me if he wanted an answer out of them. "I just wanted to check in on her."

"She's sick," the kid stated. "Why'd you care, Mr. Lantern?"

Right, he was still in costume, shit.

"I saved her a few years back and I still check on her from time to time. She usually texts me back, but she didn't this time."

"Uh-huh," they nodded, clearly not believing him. "Look, Mama said not to talk to strangers, bye."

They tried to close the door but were stopped by Hal's foot.

"Kid, I just wanna know if she's okay," he sighed, holding the door so they couldn't slam it in his face. "Can I, at least, talk to her?"

They crossed their arms, looking peeved as they snarked, "I dunno, can you?"

Their argument was interrupted by a familiar voice shouting from the other room, "Comet, I thought I told you not to open the door for strangers!"

Carol rounded the corner, looking like death. She marched up to the kid (Comet?), ignoring him as she placed her hands on her hips. Comet looked sheepish, rubbing their arm as they gestured to Hal.

"It's not a stranger, it's Green Lantern."

Hal almost snarked that Comet had just called him a stranger, but the quip died in his throat as Carol rounded on him. He instinctively rubbed the back of his neck as he withered under her gaze.

"Sweetheart, can you go to your room? I need to talk about grown-up stuff with Green Lantern."

The kid looked curious but wisely kept their mouth shut and slunk off to their room, sending a glare over their shoulder at Hal. Once their bedroom door was shut, Carol pushed Hal out of the way as she stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, her eyes narrowed like a cat's.

He took in her pale complexion and the way her hands trembled a bit. Getting on Carol's bad side when she was healthy was bad enough, when she was grumpy and sick, however, was a whole other ballpark.

"You weren't answering my calls," he started, trying to keep his voice even as his temper began to bubble over. "I thought something happened to you."

"Well, thanks for your concern, Jordan, but I'm fine. Is that all?"

"No, it's not!" He exclaimed, his arms leaving his side to gesture behind Carol.

Said woman quirked a brow as if to ask him what he meant.

"That kid in there... Comet. Are they-"

"Yours? Yeah," Carol confirmed, crossing her arms. "Why?"

"Why?!" Hal shouted in disbelief. "Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you were dead." Carol snapped. "And then you were the Spectre, and by the time you were back, I figured I could raise them on my own."

"Carol, what the fuck?! I know we aren't on the best terms, but keeping my own kid away from me? That's low."

"I already told you why-"

"Because I was dead, yeah, but I've been back for fucking months! You've had plenty of time to tell me!"

"I didn't want to tell you!"

"Why?!"

"Because I didn't want you to hurt them!"

The statement hung in the air like smoke after a wildfire. Which was fitting, considering how hard it felt to breathe.

"Carol, I would never hurt my- ...our kid." He choked out.

"You said the same thing about me."

That seemed to reignite his temper, his brows furrowing. "So, what, you lied to me because you were afraid of something I might do?!"

"Yes, I did, because I couldn't take that fucking chance!" Carol growled. "You'd understand if you were a parent-"

"Don't fucking pull that bullshit on me, Carol. I might not have been able to raise them, but I know what it's like to take care of a kid."

"Do you? Do you, really, Jordan? You may have taken Roy and Helen in, but the first chance you got, you pawned them off to someone else! You might enjoy feeling responsible for them for a few weeks, hell, maybe even a few months, but, soon, you're going to get tired of the routine, and you're gonna leave me to pick up the pieces, again!"

He looked at Carol in disbelief. He opened his mouth to argue more but stopped as something behind Carol caught his eye. Two wide eyes stared at the bickering couple from the window.

Hal cursed, seizing Carol's attention, both of them realizing the mistake they just made. Hal stood awkwardly as Carol stepped inside, closing the door behind her. He stayed there for a few minutes, wondering if he should just leave before banishing that thought. He had already missed out on, what, ten years of this kid's life? There was no way in hell he was leaving them now. Even if he had to fight Carol to stay.

Just as he began to think he might have to bust through the door to see his kid, it opened again. Carol somehow looked even more haggard than before, her eyes red and puffy.

"They want to talk to you."

Now, that surprised him. He assumed they would want nothing to do with him considering, though accidental, he was a deadbeat they didn't even know.

Carol stepped aside, jerking her head toward the kid's room. He nodded wordlessly, deciding to power down his ring to greet them properly. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, cautiously approaching the kid. They were sat on their bed, staring at their bare feet. They didn't acknowledge him sitting next to them, only bringing their knees up to their chest.

"I know this must be weird," he started, keeping his voice low and friendly. "Green Lantern shows up asking for your mom and turns out, hey, he's your dad! That must be pretty jarring."

It was silent for a few moments before they spoke up, their tone completely different from before.

"Mama said you didn't know 'bout me."

He waited for them to continue. When they didn't, he affirmed, "I didn't."

"She said you were in space doin' Lantern stuff, so she couldn't tell you, but you can't've stayed in space for nine years... There's no food up there."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I wasn't in space for nine years. I had some adult stuff I had to deal with, but I've been back on Earth for a while now."

"Why didn't Mama tell you 'bout me, then?"

Hal took in a deep breath. "Your mother and I haven't had the best relationship. She was worried about... me not being a good dad to you."

"Do you have other kids?"

Hal shook his head.

"Then how would she know that you'd be a bad dad?"

"She... wasn't sure if I wanted to be a dad, and since she wanted to protect you, she kept you a secret."

They seemed to mull it over, letting out a sigh that made them sound older than they were and leaning back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Ya know, there's these kids at school who always make fun of me for not having a dad. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when I tell them that my dad's Green Lantern."

He laughed at that, nudging them with his knee. "I don't think Spooky would be too fond of that idea."

"Spooky?" They questioned, continuing before he could clarify. "Why'd'ya care about what Batman thinks?"

"I don't!"

"...So, does that mean I can tell them?"

"It's called a secret identity for a reason, kiddo."

"Lame." They stuck their tongue out at him. He returned the favor, making them giggle. "Okay, no sayin' you're GL, but can you walk me to school tomorrow? They're not gonna believe me unless you're there."

He almost agreed, then remembered that he might be overstepping Carol's boundaries.

"You're gonna have to ask your mom, kiddo."

They sent him a cheeky smile that he could tell only promised trouble. "Oh, don't worry; she's not gonna say no."

[fandomsfunyeah]

Obey Me! Give Me Attention! Belphie x Mc

Belphie wants Mc now

The twins bedroom was quiet,lights were off and only the occasional rustling movement could be heard from one side.

Belphie popped out from under the covers of his blanket nest and yawned,stretching on the bed.

What a deep,peaceful sleep....and such a lovely dream he woke from as well.

He dreamt of Mc,he yawned again and smiled,recalling the ethereal feeling of the environment...

The two were floating on a fluffy cloud,high above in a dark sky that exploded with stars and constellations from both the Devildom and human world.

Comets streaked across and mists of purple and blue swirled around the cloud they laid on.

Mc snuggled close to him...they were pink and had puffy hair like a sheeps wool for some reason...but that didn't matter,he loved Mc even if they had sheep traits.

He had to admit their little curly horns looked cute though...and they matched perfectly with his form.

The two moved even closer and memories of the dreams ending had already faded back into his subconscious.

Belphie slowly rolled over and picked his D.D.D up off the nightstand to check for messages.

Nothing new on the group text,he'd already read everything else from his brothers and...nothing from Mc.

He frowned. Are they busy? Out? Spending time with one of his brothers perhaps?

If it was Beel he didn't really mind much but If it's Lucifer...

He scoffed...making a mental note to text Satan a new prank idea.

The strong bond he once had with his oldest brother was far in the past,despite Mc's best efforts. But...the two were on *mostly* civil terms again.

His feet touch the floor as he takes a deep breath,inching toward the door. He could text Mc but he decides to at least look in the living room first.

Besides the couch was comfy there.

After a few minutes he reaches the room...and Mc is on the couch,books and papers are spread on the table and they were jotting down notes.

Satan was there as well,sitting across from them in the armchair reading a book,occasionally looking up and talking to them.

Belphie walks in,ignoring any spoken words and plopped on the cushion next to them.

"Oh you're up from your nap already Belphie?" Mc acknowledges his presence.

"Nyaa...Barely.." he said sluggishly.

He moves closer and lays his head on their shoulder...

So soft and warm

He hides his growing smile.

"Still tired?" They asked,poking his cheek. "Ah!"

Belphie had nipped their finger,not enough to hurt but it did surprise Mc.

"Heh."

"Well someones lively today." They resume writing their notes.

He grinned,snuggling closer,wrapping his arms around their stomach.

Satan glances up,rolls his eyes and goes back to reading.

Belphie sticks his tongue out in response.

He was in a cheeky mood,glancing at Mc's scribbling on the notebook.

He wants Mc to cuddle him...

"Mmm Mc can I lay my head on your lap?" He looks at them with the cutest expression he can muster.

"Sure Belphie."

He wasted no time,laying on their comfy thighs,sighing contently.

Mc was the best pillow...he moved on his side so he could face them,they move a hand down to stroke his head.

They had a such a gentle touch,Belphie purred quietly not caring who heard him.

Mc looked down and smiled a little at how cute he looked.

Satan looked up from his book again and flipped it shut,standing up.

"Well....I think I'm going back to my room now Mc,we can continue our conversion later."

The fourth born leaves the room in annoyance.

Belphie smirked,finally...the two of them were all alone.

Satan was in his room and everyone else was out or occupied from what he could tell.

Now to convince Mc to cuddle in his room and maybe take a nap too it had been a while since they did that.

"Mc..." He pouts and nudges them.

"Pay attention to mee Mc,I'm right here.."

"Belphie...I'm still doing a few things.." They reply.

"Can't it wait a while?"

"I'd rather just finish this...If you wait a little bit.."

The seventh was not happy,it was time for cuddles and he wouldn't wait any longer.

He gets up,startling them and knocking over a few papers on the floor in the process.

"No Mc....I want to go now."

Belphie scoops them up in his arms,exerting more effort than usual and walks off to the attic.

"Belphie?! What are...." But he cuts them off.

"Hush Mc."

They were stunned and let him carry them....up the stairs into the attic room and plop them down onto the soft bed.

"Belphie looks at the sight of his handwork smiling,hands on his hips.

Mc looked at the youngest brother....with annoyance,they loved and cherished him deeply...but he also acted bratty when he got in a mood.

"Belphie I really need to finish what I was working on.."

He flopped on the bed and grabbed them,pulling them close and nuzzling into their neck.

"Please Mc....can't you stay here and cuddle me a little bit."

He wobbled his lip like he was going to cry.

They sighed,Maybe Lucifer was right they do baby him a bit too much.

"Alright I'll stay longer."

"Great." His face brightened immediately.

He slides off the bed. "Wait here Mc I need to grab a few things from my room."

Mc slides off their shoes and adjusted the pillows on the bed making space for the two of them,Belphie returned a few minutes later with some plush blankets.

He threw them on the bed and started wrapping the fabric around himself and Mc,making a burrito blanket.

Then wrapped his arms around Mc and snuggled closer.

"I love you Mc." He smiled and purred affectionately.

It was so cute,they yawned and hugged Belphie back,maybe a short nap wouldn't hurt after all.

"Love you too." They reply.

He smiled.

"I've had good dreams lately Mc...because you were with me."

"Promise me you'll visit me in my dreams again Mc? It would make me so happy."

They laugh.

"Hmm will you do the same for me Belphie?"

"Of course I would Mc."

He looks over their face and recalls his earlier dream.

"Nmm...We need to get you a headband with horns..." He mused.

"Huh why?"

"So we match of course." He grins cheekily.

"Well...we can talk about that later then.."

"Great!"

They would look so cute together.

Mc and Belphie cuddled closer and drifted off to have a few hours of peaceful quiet.

[screwzara]

Hi this is just crack and attempt at humor

So like imagine BBB is high on medication after getting hurt on a mission and his friends give him his phone to talk to Ali since he was almost crying when they told him.

They make the mistake of leaving a high Boboiboy alone with his phone. Instead of calling Ali, which would be reasonable. Bbb remembers all the crazy things M.A.T.A did to their agents and how T.A.P.O.P.S is kinda similar so he opens Canva and makes like a poster with pretty decent colour theory and aesthetic. How he did this high no one knows

And sends it to everyone he knows. The only problem is the context, because the title says, in bold font that contrasts nicely with the background.

Who Abides By Child

Labour Laws Better?

T.A.P.O.P.S VS M.A.T.A

and in the poster is like a bunch of photos of Ali, Uncle Bakar, Some mata and tapops agents, power spheres and Auntie Aliya with a very beautiful embellishments and a teal border.

It's kinda ineffable to describe the hell that broke loose after bbb sent the poster.

People bbb send it to: Tok Aba, Ali, his parents, Dr. Ghazali, His and Ali's friends, his parents friends, Uncle Bakar, and quite a few people who probably shouldn't know about that.

All the heads (Mata and Tapops) are kinda freaking out. Kokoci is mad at bbb friends for letting this happen and Ali's friends are kinda panicking because Ali is off the grid.

Uncle Bakar was doing damage control at Mata HQ until he started to panic when the Young Agents told him they couldn't get ahold of Ali.

Dr. Ghazali was in a meeting while the poster was sent. Ali is counting small mercies.

Meanwhile Ali got the message blue screened while staring at his phone for a good five minutes. Then unlocked a whole new level of the subtle art of not giving a heck. Let the adults handle the first wave of chaos he'll rein in his family when it's time. Not today, just not today. So he shuts down his phone, packs a backpack, leaves an email and nite taped on his dad bedroom door, to his dad that because of an emergency he'll be sleeping over with a friend, no specification, won't back fire on him at all, grabs Comet, and rides his scooter to Viktor's house and spends at least 10 hours trying to delay dealing with the hell that was unleashed with bbb message.

From that day on bbb and Ali (cause he would probably do something similar) are banned from being around phones unsupervised while on medication.

Aunty Karin's and Amato reaction is a whole other can of worms that Ali isn't wanting to touch with a 5000km pole. (He'll probably still end up doing it though)

*wheezing to death*

They should have realised that giving a person high on medication a phone would result in chaos before giving that phone to bbb XD

Their fault hehe

[pasukiyo]

hypnotic | javier peña x f!reader

warnings; angst and sex, age gap (at least ten years)

a/n; actually wrote this two years ago for a private instagram but finally decided to post it here publicly lol

word count; 2.7k

"you just gonna leave?"

her chin grazed over her shoulder whilst irises peeked at the man that lazed on the leather sofa, a lit cigarette between his middle and forefinger. her fingers tightened their grip on the strap of her bag, feet pivoting back to face him, her free hand clutching at the hem of her shorts. hues of dark hickory bore holes through her own eyes, irises glancing away, fixating on the ground below.

she couldn't look into his irises— no, because if she did any longer, she wouldn't have any reason to leave, not anymore, at least. one glimpse at the man at least ten years her senior was all it could take to melt away her dignity like a comet colliding into a planet. just the mere sound of his voice was tempting, enticing her, enrapturing her in toxic warmth.

toxic, javier peña was toxic. at least, she tried to brainwash herself into thinking so. dangerous might have been the better word, if she was seen with a member of the dea, she could just as easily become a target. still, foolishly, she found herself returning back to his apartment every damn day.

he was too mesmerizing, so hypnotic that it was taking her over. she hadn't realized it before, but javier peña was slowly but surely conquering every single part of her, not even just physically. he owned everything about her, she had willingly given herself to him without even realizing it.

even now, even now when she wanted so badly to leave, to leave this, him, everything behind— she wanted him so bad. the smell of his smoke permeated the room, drawing her in closer as if he was the earth's core. her feet shifted underneath her weight, irises catching swift glances at his practically nude body as he lounged on the sofa, awaiting for her response.

her teeth gnawed on the soft patty of her tongue, jumbled mind scrambling for words to emit. she couldn't though, her brain unable to form complete sentences. her fingernails etched crescent moons into her palms, lips pressing together into a firm, straight line, eyelids sealing themselves shut.

it was clear that she wasn't going to talk, and it didn't go unnoticed by javier.

"you can leave if you want," he sighed, eyeing the cigar clutched between his fingers, blowing smoke between his lips. his tongue licked at the coarse flesh of his lips, eyelids fluttering themselves closed, for just a moment. "but if you walk out that door, i'll never stop chasing after you, you know that right?"

her fingers interlocked, fiddling with each other, head turning away from his so that when she opened her eyes, she didn't have to see him. gosh, what he said made everything all the more complicated. she knew that what he was proposing was right however, they were far too deep in each other at this point, they've fallen far down the sea.

javier knew this and felt this too, which was why he was so unwilling to give up so easily. he knew the risks she was taking, the risk they had both been taking by becoming so involved in each other's lives, by investing so much time in each other. he had already promised her safety, guaranteed that he'd protect her— how could he protect her if she walked out that door and walked into the real world?

nobody could survive in the world out there, not alone, at least. with how the country has been going the last few years, anybody could end up a potential target, and it was no secret that she already had fallen under enemy radar.

she was one of the few people he could even trust outside the dea, he couldn't give up what they had in the first place. not this easily, not this foolishly.

he arose from his position, adjusting his boxers and extinguishing his cigarette, setting it down on the coffee table. he sauntered his way towards the door, towards where she stood, tongue swiping over the flesh of his bottom lip.

"mi amor, i have made a promise to keep you safe, no?" he murmured, palms rubbing the curve of her shoulder, the pads of his thumbs massaging her muscles. her lids remained closed, fists remained clenched, head turned away. his fingertips soothed over the skin of her cheeks, gentle to turn her to face him. "you don't have to look at me, but i want you to know that my feelings for you are sincere. i can't let you leave, i can't let you go out into the world out there alone. they'll kill you if they find you."

his words were like gunshots, because she knew it was true. they wouldn't hesitate to shoot her dead where she stood at the first opportunity they got. she needed to leave, she knew she should leave, but she wanted to stay, she wanted to be with him. she couldn't deny that she loved him, and she got a hunch he felt the same way as she did.

so why did he have to be such an asshole?

"you're an asswipe, you know that right?" she muttered, irises finding interest in the floor below their feet. a brittle scoff, his breath looming over her skin, his lips nearing hers. all of it was enough to put her walls to rest. javier peña was undeniably irresistible, as well as he was a douchebag. but she couldn't stay away any longer.

"yeah, yeah i actually get that a lot," he chuckled, forefinger guiding her head to his, their lips molding together, forming into one.

and they both went feral.

hips grinding against hips, skin melting together with skin, fingers interlocked with fingers. his palms ventured their way past her shirt, kneading her breasts, fingertips teasing at her swollen nipples. her lips quivered, falling agape and back arching, chest heaving into his touch. tendrils from his mustache pricked her skin, yet the feeling of his lips on hers outnumbered, any discomfort that ever was quick to be thrown to the back of her mind.

"javi," she mewled as his lips detached from hers, seeking out the other wonders of her body, fingers curling around the hem of her tee. he was swift to discard the piece of material, flinging it to one of the corners of his living room, hips crashing into hers, pounding her into his front door.

although faint, her name did slip from his lips, his fingertips teasing a line at the edge of her shorts and undergarments. his lips worked at the flesh of her collarbone, peppering mauve bruises into her skin, her lids fluttering themselves closed— so tightly— so that she saw stars.

"you are everything i could have ever possibly needed," he muttered against her blemished skin, fingers curling around the hem of both her shorts and panties, knees bending so that he could tug them down her legs, guiding her feet out of the pool of clothes. his palm curled around her ankle, bringing the top of her foot to his lips, tongue unveiling itself from the dark, wet cavern of his mouth to lick one, teasing trail up her leg at an agonizingly slow pace. her teeth chomped down onto her bottom lip as he reached her inner thigh, lips ravishing her skin, sucking marks into her flesh until it was clear that she was his own. "do you believe me?"

through hooded irises, he gazed up at her, the murky haze of her vision peering back down at him as she fluttered her eyelids back open. his lips made their venture towards her soaked arousal, the bridge of his nose just barely ghosting over her aching bud, her body trembling and shivering and shuddering and every other synonym you could possibly think of in its wake. all the while, his eyes still remained fixated on hers, awaiting her response.

"mhm," she hummed through gritted teeth, head nodding up and down for extra emphasis. kisses to her needy cunt caused her legs to tremble, her bones to quake, her own knees to give out underneath her weight. he caught her before she could even think about the fact that she was close to hitting the ground, her chest heaving as his lips were once again grazing against hers, fingers curled around the width of her thigh.

the outline of his smirk was evident, she didn't even need to fight the blurriness of her misty vision to see it was there. a palm of his soothed up and down the side of her waist, the other releasing its grip on her thigh to weave through the tendrils of hair that fell matted and messy before her face. her forehead fell atop of his, and they each basked in the newfound prolonged silence that had thickened the air between the two.

"javi," she suspired, her head lolling to the side, forehead dropping down to the mountain of his shoulder. he hummed in response, the pad of his thumb swiping over the flesh of her chin, awaiting her reply. her breath seared his skin with flames, their makeout session from moments before already beading sweat at either of their hairlines. "i need you."

their short excursion had come to an end, for within seconds of her uttering her confession, he had heaved both of their bodies up off of the floor and flung her to his couch, swift to curl his fingers around the trim of his boxers, tugging them down his thighs and almost tripping as he stepped out of the pool of cloth at his feet. he pounced atop of her body, hands seeking refuge on her breasts yet again, squeezing as if his life depended on it.

threads of mumbled curses emitted from her lips as a hand trailed flames from the valley of her breasts down to her bundle of aching nerves, toying with her needy clit, rubbing in all the right places. her back arched up off of the cushions of the sofa, right into his kisses.

"fuck, javi!" she yowled as the tip of his finger teased itself inside of her entrance, his lips smiling against her skin. she could feel his growing erection graze against her inner thigh, she was sure she had been soaking the leather cushions below.

"that needy, hm?" he taunted, his fingers slipping away, to which she responded with a scowl. his fingers curled around his cock, head throwing itself backwards as he pumped, preparing himself for the tightness of her cunt. she squirmed underneath him, fingers making a run for her aching bud, his eyebrows furrowing whilst he slapped her hand away. she didn't suppress her glare, she was pissed— and he knew it. "my cunt, got it? only i can make that pussy feel nice, you don't get to touch what's mine."

she'd be lying if she denied the fact that that didn't turn her on even more, increased the ache in her core, increased the yearn for more. she couldn't handle it any longer, she needed the intrusion in her cunt, she needed his cock to fill her up to the absolute brim, she needed his nectar to mix with hers, she needed more of him.

she whimpered his name, eyeing the way he threw his head back, pearly pre-cum oozing from the tip of his shaft, his eyelids fluttering closed in ecstasy. javier peña was beautiful, gorgeous, even more so when he was in a state of euphoria. the sight of him getting himself off was mesmerizing, a true million dollar view. this only added to the plethora of reasons why she couldn't leave, why she didn't want to leave.

he peeked down at her, smiling lips inching closer to hers, enrapturing her in yet another intoxicating kiss. she could feel the peak of his cock tease at her glistening folds, gliding over her dripping slit whilst their lips worked together.

"please," she managed to murmur between kisses, a bridge of saliva keeping their lips connected even as they pulled away. her hand reached for the back of his head, fingers gripping at dark tendrils of hair to draw him in even closer, their forehead connecting. they each panted into each other, breathing mingling together to create a new atmosphere between the two. "javi, please, just fuck me already!"

it happened in a literal instant, his hips bucked into hers, cock slamming into her soaking cunt, intruding her entrance with ease. her lips fell agape, shrieking at the sudden intrusion, fingers tightening their grip on his tresses, tugging on his scalp until they were both sure it was red. his fingertips buried into the flesh of her hips, gripping them to stabilize himself as he spared her cunt absolutely zero mercy, pounding into her body as if he hated her.

"fuck, always so tight," he husked, head lolling backwards, eyelids squeezing themselves shut as he adjusted to the feeling of being squeezed so tightly. "shit, shit, shit! gonna fucking murder this pussy."

and he did just that. his pace was animalistic, inhuman, the sounds of skin assaulting skin permeating his living room. she yelped at the feeling of his cock hitting every damn spot of her cunt, at the feeling of being fucked so damn good. her fingers had since released their grip on his hair as he straightened his posture, her fingers searching for something, anything to grasp onto. she settled for the side of the cushions, fingernails ripping the leather apart, the books on his end table slipping off the surface as she was fucked against the armrest.

she was close— dangerously close— and he could feel it. he was close as well, so close to coming that he feared he'd spill any moment now. he gazed down at the woman below him, the woman who had to be at least ten years his junior, the only woman that he's been able to love properly. the feeling in his chest was strong, the pounding of his heartbeat just as fierce as the fire of desire within him.

"javi!” she cried, grasping at his wrist, his hands still gripping hard onto her hips. her back— yet again— arched up off of the cushions, toes curling as the bones inside of her body quaked, preparing herself for climax. "javi fuck! i'm close."

he nodded reassuring her that he was as well.

"so fucking close," he had rasped, pace quickening as if it were even possible, sweat dripping off of his dampened ebony tresses. a thread of curses emitted from either of their lips as each of their bodies twitched with the arrival of climax, their orgasms slithering shivers up either of their spines.

she could feel him spill into her cunt, she could even feel their mixed juices spill out of her hole, dripping onto the couch below. neither of them said anything, for they were both frozen, panting, recovering from their highs. he glimpsed down at the breathless woman below him, the pad of his thumb caressing the sweaty skin of her cheek, leaning down to pepper kisses to her breasts, to trail them up her neck until he reached her lips.

their lips would always fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces, another reason why she couldn't bring herself to leave because she knew she would never be able to feel like that with any other man. she knew javier peña was the one for her, no matter how much of an axe wound he could be.

"i love you, so much,” he murmured against her jawline, kissing the area as well. she couldn't resist the curve of her lips, her fingers toying with the noir locks of his hair as he fell onto her body, chest against her own. his arms slipped underneath her, enveloping her into a tight, warm, sweaty embrace. “i’m sorry for being such an asshole. i just— i don’t… i don’t know what i’d do if anything happened to you.”

she was quiet, but the silence was all he needed. the bridge of his nose tucked itself into the crook of her neck, fingers grasping at the blanket he kept draped over the backrest of the sofa, draping it over either of their bodies, veiling them away as if there would be any peeking eyes. her eyelids fluttered shut, relishing this feeling, relishing the new feeling of finally feeling okay.

[venomous--fics]

Anon Requested: Omg wait can i request a fic where reader feels like they aren’t good enough for eddie and venom so reader breaks up with them and eddies sad and just a lot of angst (BUT happy ending) if not thats okay !

A/n: Day 5!! I'm think about just extending the weekathon to the entire month! Not too sure yet, but I should decide quickly huh!! I just think it'd be fun to do something like that. Maybe get more and more festive along the way. What do you think?

Song: Halley's Comet by Billie Eilish

"So, that's just it? You're just gonna up and leave and not tell us why?"

He wanted to sound mad, but his voice gave it all away. You couldn't stand the thought of what you were doing to them both. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at them as you left. You didn't even bother to grab your things. You just left emptyhanded.

Subconsciously, maybe you knew you'd find your way back eventually. But...Not now.

The weight of the world began to crush you with every step you took away from their place. You knew they were watching you from the window. If you had to leave, they'd at least make sure you'd stay safe.

It all felt like a cruel punchline to an unfunny joke. How could you be such a fool to think you'd be good for them? They....They were a protector. A lethal one, but still a protector. They helped people and saved the world from every threat imaginable. You sometimes couldn't even drag yourself out of bed.

It didn't seem fair to drag them down like that. They deserved better. They deserved the world, and you just couldn't give them that. Someday they'd find someone who would.

That night was spent alone on a friend's spare guest bed. The world was so quiet. There were no streetlights beaming into your room. There was no more sounds of late night traffic or the people talking and walking as they passed under your shared window.

There was no more fighting Venom for the comforter because he'd purposely hog it just to get your attention. It always worked. There wasn't the usually jokes about forgetting to set your alarms for the work morning ahead.

You simply set your alarm and laid down. The world seemed so much colder and emptier. It didn't seem fun and bright anymore. The bed felt much more spacious now.. The pillows felt too squishy and new. The sheets looked nothing like his.

Staring at the wall wasn't going to put you to sleep any faster, so you rolled over and clamped your eyes shut. You willed yourself to not cry.

The tv kept repeating the same old stuff. Robbery after robbery. Someone got shot. A car accident. Oh, it's going to rain tomorrow.

We should be fixing that..

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore."

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore either, V."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Normally there'd be some form of a pep talk from you, but now.. Your spot on the couch was empty. All that was there to suggest that you even existed was your favorite throw pillow.

With hesitation, Eddie grabbed the pillow and held it in his lap. It still looked brand new, and that's simply because you always knew how to take care of things. Nothing of yours ever really got broken or misplaced..And you always knew just how to handle things.

"I miss them."

A thought they shared in common. It's felt like months, but it's only been a couple of weeks. Your things were still occupying space here. It was almost torturous having to look at them each day and know that you weren't going to come home.

It was that thought that broke them both. They curled up on the couch, sad and defeated. The world was incomplete because you weren't here to make ti better. A rough day at work? You'd say, "Oh, don't worry." as you made some hot coco to relax with. Emotions getting out of control? You were always there with ways to fix them.

Did they take you for granted? Did they forget to cherish you? Did they do something wrong? Everyone always told them that they were just screwups who ruined everything, so maybe they just fucked it up again.

Maybe they'd learn to live with it. Just not today.

It's just not home anymore. Home is where you were.

The rain was awfully heavy today. But you were thankful. Today was hitting you harder than the last few. You were stumbling down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your face. Nothing seemed to hold any meaning anymore. You'd pass by Mrs. Chen's shop, and normally you'd stop by there to get Eddie and V a snack or two. But now, you simply keep walking.

Today you just let your body walk. To where? Wherever you felt like you needed to go. You were so tired, and so worn down. That only help cement in the fact that you just... You were an absolute nobody. Who could love a nobody?

If only you were born gifted with the brains, the talents or even the powers. Maybe you'd be worth something. Maybe you'd see yourself as more. Maybe if you felt like you held any importance to anyone, you'd find a reason to stick around anywhere, with anyone.

Despite wanted to be more to literally anyone, all you could think is being better for them. They meant so much, no, no, they mean so much to you. It felt so dumb and childish to be so hung up on two of the goofiest creatures on this planet. You couldn't lie to anyone. You were hopelessly in love with Eddie Brock, a man who truly was a breed of his own. And you were in love with Venom, an alien with a heart bigger than his stomach but he's too embarrassed to say it.

You don't want to love them anymore. Because you still believe it was better to not be with them.

You slumped against a light post and wiped your eyes. You tried everything to stop the tears from flowing, but that only made them multiply. You'd scold yourself if you had the energy.

The world really did begin to feel more and more empty. People seemed to walk pass and not even give you a second glance. None of them cared, and to be honest, neither did you. Normally you never noticed other people, because you'd be so wrapped up in whatever it was you and Eddie, and yes, Venom too, were doing.

But they aren't here anymore. You were back to where you started. Alone and afraid of what the world had in store. You used to wake up knowing what you'd be doing...But now you weren't sure.

You remained leaned against the streetlight for an eternity. The sun had set and the moon had risen, yet you remained put. Everything was cold now. The rain had subsided, but the light continued to drip down on you, but even then, you didn't have the willpower to move.

It's better to be cold than to have never been warm, right? That is how the saying goes...Right?

You sniffled, waiting for the next set of drops to hit your head, but they never did. You slowly looked up and saw someone's hands holding up a jacket. They looked like they were doing their best to hold it up like an umbrella, and without touching you. You recognized the jacket immediately, even just from seeing the inside of it. You'd worn it so many times.

You stood up straight and turned around, being greeted with the sight of Eddie. He looked just as tired as you, and just as lost. He looked like he had a million things to say, but it seems like the cat had his tongue.

The universe was giving you a chance. For some reason.

"I'm sorry." was the first thing to spill out of your mouth.

"We're sorry, too."

"You didn- It was me. I was.." You took a step back from under the jacket, but it seems like Venom wasn't having any of that. He moved Eddie's body for him, this time, draping the jacket on your shoulders.

You gently crossed your arms and held them close, appreciating the gesture now.

"You can leave now. If you want." Eddie moved back a little, "We just saw that you were cold.."

"I don't want to go." you gripped onto the jacket, trying to fight the new wave of tears threatening to come out, "I just.. I had to because I felt like I wasn't good enough."

You were about to ramble on when Eddie cut you off, "That's why you left?"

"I'm sorry." You felt like you could just curl up and die on the sidewalk.

You looked down, staring at the cracks that littered the walkway. You'd find someway to make this poetic.

Two hands, one human and the other very much not, wrapped themselves around you as they pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Did we make you feel that way?"

The way Eddie's voice cracked made your arms go limp at your sides.

"No. I made myself feel that way- But I can't help it. You guys do so much good and I-"

"We love you."

The hug got tighter, "We used to do what we did because it was the right thing to do. But then we met you and it all changed. It seems so cliche to say that, but...It's true."

"You're just saying that."

"We adore you. We promised to do everything we can to make sure we leave this world a better place for you."

Your hands shook as your fought with yourself. You wanted to hold them just as close as they were holding you, but you felt-

"I don't deserve this.."

Unworthy.

In typical Brock fashion, and never knowing how to truly deal with his emotions, Eddie clung to you, almost pleading, "Would you just listen to what we're saying."

"You can't love me."

"Why the hell not? Huh? Whose going to stop us?"

"Nobody's going to stop us."

"Why is it me. Out of all the worthy people, why me?"

"You're such a good person. I know you don't see that..But you're the kindest person I've ever met."

"Certainly the nicest I've met..."

Every last word you wanted to yell out into the night sky just vanished from your mind. You wrapped your arms around Eddie and squeezed as hard as you could.

"How many times do we have to say it to make you believe it?"

"I'll say it a billion times," Eddie said, "Most guys would quit at a million but me? I don't know when to quit."

"It's true. He doesn't. But if saying it a billion times gets you to come home, then I'd do it a million more than him."

"I," You started, taking in a deep shaky breath, "I wanna go home regardless."

"We can talk more there if you're comfortable."

"With coco."

"I would like that."

The walk home was a talkative one.

Eddie's hand held yours tightly, but not too tight. He was so afraid that if he didn't hold it firmly enough, you'd simply slip away again. He was sure as hell not letting that happen again.

The apartment looked the exact same as when you left. You were so surprised by that. Normally they'd be a mess if you were gone for too long, and the apartment would reflect that.

"It all looks the same."

"Oh. Yeah." Eddie busied himself with fetching the hot chocolate ingredients.

"We couldn't bring ourselves to ruin your hard work...Or move your things." For the first time, Venom seemed sad.

They both seemed tired. You wanted to feel bad, knowing that they felt that way because of you. But knowing that they loved you meant that they felt bad, not because of you, but because you were gone.

Without thinking, your hand reached out and grabbed Eddie's arm, startling him a little.

"Can we go lay down for a little bit.." you asked quietly, "I think we all need a little rest."

Relief washed over him as he set down the cups and lead the way to the bedroom. There was no more words as you three crashed onto the mattress. Venom used a small tendril to turn the lamp off and pull you closer to Eddie.

"Are you okay with loving a nobody like me?" you asked as you watched him shut his eyes.

"Are you okay with loving two nobodies?"

"We are all losers."

Venom pulled a blanket over you and Eddie, going so far as to fluff the pillows under your heads.

"And that's okay. I love us the way we all are."

You yawned for the first time in ages as your eyes closed, "I love us too."

There was that familiar light coming through the window. And there was the sounds of the cars and the people. The world felt just right and you were home. You moved closer to Eddie and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips, and his arms were quick to wrap around you.

You felt a soft tendril wrap around your arm.

"I know what you're feeling and what you're thinking." His voice sounded surprisingly quiet, "But you are more than enough for us. We don't say it, but sometimes we feel the same way. You could certainly do better than us. But.."

The tendril tighten a little, but not enough to really do much.

"You left and we realized...We don't know what to do without you. We didn't feel like doing anything anymore. It felt pointless."

You turned your head to look at your arm, seeing two small white eyes staring at you with a mixture of sadness and adoration.

"I know I'm not good with these human emotions..I might never be good with them, but..I know that I love you. And Eddie loves you too. We always try our best to show you..But you are truly all we need to be happy in this life."

You were a bit shocked with how much Venom had to say. Most of the time, he tried to use the least amount of words possible to get his point across, so you knew that he meant it.

"You both complete me, and for once, I finally have the courage to say it, because I don't know when I'll get the chance to say it again."

You smiled softly at him, and moved your arm in a way where you could place a soft kiss onto the top of his tiny little worm head.

"I won't leave again. I promise we can talk about it first."

"Talking is good."

"I love you, V."

"I love you too." He seemed to pause as he shot a glance up to Eddie, just to make sure he was still asleep, "More than that guy."

"Not possible." Eddie groaned, adjusting a little.

You smiled a little as you curled up under the blanket and actually shut your eyes for good for the night. Finally, a good night's rest. You still had doubts, maybe not many and none as big and frightening as before, but that was normal.

Not everything in life is a given or a certainty. You're not promised to tomorrow and it's not a give that you'll be a millionaire. But where you are now is where you're supposed to be. Don't doubt it. The two halves of your heart will quite literally walk to the ends of the universe just to see you smile, and that's more than enough for you.

[skinnyducky]

made for you // v.h.

hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halley’s comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc that’s the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i haven’t forgotten about party @ y/ns !

vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1408, edited

WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV

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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, you’d been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, you’d be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, you’re protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.

It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. “Why can’t I come?” he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldn’t resist them—and you just can’t say “no” to him—you allowed him to come.

Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldn’t have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.

“…and after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.” Sarah explained. “Honestly, this is probably the best album I’ve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZA’s album.”

“That good?” Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. “That’s sick. I’m ready to listen to it.”

As that sentence left Vinnie’s mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. “Are you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Can’t be ready so soon.”

“Y/n, it can’t get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, it’s ready.”

“Besides, it’s too late to rerecord now.” Jen added. “The label meeting is next Thursday, and we don’t have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if there’s anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.”

You sighed, nodded your head. It’s not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, he’s the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didn’t like an inch of it…that would destroy you.

As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. “Y/n, you’re playing with your nail polish. You always do that when you’re upset.”

He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. “Tell Santa what’s up.” He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m just nervous. This album means so much to me.”

“Completely understandable. It’s your first one, it should mean a lot to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just because of that. It’s also because it’s about you. The only reason you haven’t came with me to the studio until now is because I didn’t want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.”

“Y/n, look at me”—you finally met his eyes for the first time—“I could never not like anything you do. Especially if it’s dedicated to me. That’s like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldn’t ever do that. So don’t think for a minute that I’d hate this. That’s literally impossible.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

“I know.” He laughed and turned to Sarah. “Play us the album!” He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.

She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.

“This shit slaps!” He exclaimed as “Y/n Bossa Nova” played. He nearly about died during “Oxytocin”, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track “Halley’s Comet”, and you were scared to play him this song.

While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.

When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didn’t want him to see you “being a little bitch” as you put it.

The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment,” you sung, “I feel more and more like I was made for you…”

When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didn’t know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, “I think I might have fallen in love…what am I to do?”

And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. “Wasn’t that amazing!? Ugh, my power…I really outdid myself on this one.”

Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. “Sarah, why don’t we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?”

“I can’t eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.”

Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. “We’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, “Halley’s Comet” in specific. Out of all the songs, that’s the one you wanted him to like the most.

The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. “Well, that was the album. What’d you think?”

He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I-I don’t know how to even put it in words.”

“That bad?” You sighed.

“No, never.” He laughed. “It was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, it’s really sweet. I didn’t think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s the truth!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

“I love you too.” And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, he said, “Oh and just so you know, I agree with you.”

“On what?”

“You were definitely made for me.”