#Trim Rewinder Machines

[bigmouthlass]

Title:  Training Films

Series: Vices and Indulgences

Author:  BJ

Fandom:  The Boys

Warning: Rape/Non-Con

Rating:  Explicit

Pairing:  Solider Boy/You, Solider Boy/Reader,

Synopsis: Set sometime in the mid-60s. Catering to the vices of irreplaceable men is part of the job if you work at Vought America. Sometimes that gets . . . literal, as a lowly technician finds out one evening.

Tags:  Solider Boy, Female Reader, Female You, Mid 60s Period Piece,

AN:  Content warning-- period typical use of offensive language. All recognizable intellectual properties are owned by their respective creators and holders of any trademarks or copyrights. This is a not-for-profit work of fan art and is protected by Fair Use.

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The courier for NBC News ticks a little salute as he leaves, film cans tucked under his arm.  Footage from the latest operation in the Keys-- Soldier Boy and Tremor working with the National Guard to clean up damage from a tidal wave.  NBC hasn't switched to magnetic tape yet, so all that has to be done on the KEM flatbed.  Carefully cleaning up hours of raw footage to make it look like the grime and devastation didn't actually touch them, like they were for-real heroes and not professionals being paid very well to do very dirty work.  Thank God he's pretty, your boss says every time footage of Soldier Boy comes across the deck and you have to trim out frames showing his Roman hands and Russian fingers.

The editing suite's quiet as you let yourself back in, dragging an M-cart piled with boxes behind you.  It looks like an all-nighter, crouching in this hot cigarette-stinking cave while everybody else is out hitting the bars.  You're way behind on your other project, and these cans have to go back to One Police Plaza by Monday morning-- confiscated material under Article 235 and illegal to possess, exhibit, or promote.  Every time the guy comes by to take the originals back downtown your hands go clammy.  One of these days he's going to show up with police officers or Postal Inspectors, you just know it, and they're going to throw the book at little ol' you as opposed to any of the people who actually watch the damn things.

It's hot in here with the projectors running and it's just you, so you peel off your blouse and pin up your hair.  Working in your camisole and bra feels strange, air dragging across skin that's usually decently covered.  The first film goes into the transfer machine, your fingers sure and steady threading the thin film between the rollers.  Simple straightforward printing job.  You're not here to do any actual editing, you're here because you work cheap and your discretion can be relied upon since you're a far out little weirdo who doesn't talk to anybody.  You're also a reasonably intelligent person who figured out pretty quick there's more money in a steady job than there is narcing to the tabloids that Vought America's full of people who collect science films and foreign cinema and nude cuties and Heaven knows what else.

The first specimen -- no title on the aluminum container, just an NYPD file number -- turns out to be an uncomfortably . . . slimy short subject of a woman's visit to a gynecologist.  The horny retards who get their boxers knotted at the mere idea of pornographic movies have never actually sat down and watched one, you're firmly convinced.  After a while it's like watching stock footage of animals mating, all grunts and hairy parts.

Or so you tell yourself as you work exchanging reels and cranking the rewinder.  Your excellent visual imagination doesn't have a problem painting other faces into the footage, wondering if certain people make those kinds of noises while in the throes.  Like that guy with his hair sculpted into an Elvis duckass-- does Elvis throw his head back that way when Priscilla swallows him all the way down to the pubic hair?  Would Lennon and McCartney sound any less disgusting calling the lucky lady lounging naked between them a dirty fucking slut?  All things considered you wouldn't exactly mind being the center of attention at an orgy featuring Burt Lancaster and Kurt Douglas, maybe a little Sidney Poitier for spice--

The editing suite's door clicks open.  "Hey!" you snap at the shape behind it.  "You can't come in here!"

Your world's magnetic poles flip upside-down when the shape walks in anyway.  You've spent whole days watching film of this body in motion; you know who it is even though he's not masked and he's in a robe and slippers.  A cigarette smolders between his thumb and forefinger.  Even in the gloom his eyes are very vividly green.  It's weird, watching someone in real space and time when you only know them from two-dimensional images.  It's a little like wearing glasses for the first time, the eyes and the brain take a while to re-synchronize.

Those eyes rake you up and down.  God, you must be a sight-- practically undressed, dewy with sweat, hair twisted into a clumsy knot at your nape.  "These were supposed to be delivered up to my apartment yesterday.  Are you about done or are you too busy playing with yourself?"

Your heart does something stupid and you splutter.  On the wall behind you a bosomy woman with long blonde hair shrieks as a gigantic Negro reams her out, while a little Oriental woman observes and makes helpful suggestions.  Soldier Boy's eyebrow cocks.  "Well isn't this interesting."  He takes a drag off his cigarette and puts it down next to yours in the ashtray on the editing desk.  "I didn't know they had a woman putting together our training films.  Phil must think a girl wouldn’t get turned on.  Idiot."

It's not just clever editing making him stand out in any crowd he's in, you can see that now.  He takes up more space than he physically occupies.  As he comes closer his robe clings in front, close enough you can see he's . . . aroused.

Soldier Boy crowds you against the editing table, ignoring your pleas for him to go away.  "And here I was thinking I'd have to settle for some ginch Phil can scare up on short notice.  Here you are all hot and bothered."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say, your voice shaking.

You damn near leap out of your skin as Soldier Boy claps a hand between your legs.  The seam of your trousers rubs up between you, against that spot that sometimes makes you flinch when you hit it cleaning up in the bath.  Chuckling, Soldier Boy says, "My goodness, a virgin in New York City.  Who knew?"

"I'm not," you choke out, horrified shame not doing a damn thing to make you any less of . . . this.  Heat kindling deep in your belly, in that place that sometimes keeps you up nights with . . . something.

"Two minutes of in-out from your high school boyfriend who couldn't find it with a map and compass doesn't count doll."  Your blush deepens to sunburn levels.  His hand presses, squeezes, and you gasp as something harsh and clawed rips through you.  His other arm goes around your back and presses you against his broad chest.  Your body rises until you're up en pointe and off-balance.  "Where's Vought been hiding you all this time?"

"Stop it!  I mean it-- stop it!" you squeak.

"Just relax.  Relax and let it feel good," Solder Boy tells you, quiet and rumbly.  His hand shifts and presses up against you more firmly, following the subtle rocking motion of your hips.  "There we go.  Fuck yourself on my hand princess.  Make yourself feel good.  Like this."  His grip around your back shifts and his arm tightens and relaxes.  Tightens, and relaxes.  "Poor thing.  You know just enough to know you're missing something, I bet."  Your pelvis moves with his lead, dragging your softest parts against his palm.  In the background far far away voices cry out.

The film’s run out, flapping like an unlatched screen door in the wind.  You’re the one moaning like a fucking animal in heat.  Like a filthy slut.

“Look at me,” Soldier Boy commands.  His eyes hold yours like a mesmerizing cobra, full of wants and hungers.  You've never had a man look at you that way before, not even the boyfriend who ran away to join the Navy when you told him you thought you were pregnant.  Under that gaze your pride washes away, and your resistance goes with it.  "Atta girl," he smiles as you fail to bite back your groans.  "Dress like a boy but you're pure woman deep down, aren't you?  You need a man.  In the worst possible way."

"Oh-- oh-- oh my God . . ." you whine.  Nothing in your prior experiences with intercourse has prepared you for this, all this dark and sweet and power, rising like a tide and shaking like a fever.  Soldier Boy's grin is both the ugliest and most beautiful thing you've ever seen, the smile of the Devil tempting a hungry Jesus.

You're back on your flat feet.  "Woah there!"  Soldier Boy grabs you as your knees buckle, laughing.  "Easy kitten, easy."

The tide's ebbing away and it hurts.  You're stranded on the rocks, weak and . . . unfinished.  "Please, please-- why'd you stop for?"

Gently, Soldier Boy traces your face.  "I'm not a total beast, babydoll."  In a gesture that feels grotesquely paternal, he kisses your forehead.  "First time you climax," he whispers, "it's going to be in my bed.  On my cock."  You feel your sex clench and you whimper.  Warm breath puffs your skin as Solider Boy sniffs at your neck.  "You smell so sweet.  Pussy's the best perfume there is.  Oh hey there," he says as you start to cry, you feel so God damned filthy, "there's no need to be carrying on.  You're going to finish what you're doing here, and you're going to come up to my place.  You know which elevators go to the residential floors?"  You nod.  "Thirtieth floor.  The passcode is 7915.  You're going to bring me this latest batch of videos and this hungry little beaver of yours.  You hear me?"

"No," you manage to dig up from the broken remains of your pride.

"Your mouth says no but your body's screaming yes."  Solider Boy yanks you close and you can feel him, big and hard, against your stomach.  "Your pussy's calling me.  I can hear it.  Calling me to fuck you into oblivion.  Make you scream."  You don't realize you'd been holding your breath until you gasp and spots clear from your vision.

A whisper of a kiss on your open lips and he's gone.

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Somehow, you make it through printing the rest of the films.  Your nipples are hard and aching in your bra and underwear's wet like your period caught you without a belt.  Your skin crawls and your blood itches.  You remember feeling something like this after those times with your boyfriend, as he wiped himself off and you lay there trembling in the backseat, sore in the vagina and wondering what all the fuss was about.  Wet and shaking and needy like a filthy slut, for a man you know for a fact uses women like appliances.

The elevator door whooshes shut behind you and you enter the code with shaking fingers.  Soldier Boy's in the bedroom, reclining at his ease in the middle of a huge bed, his robe spread open and his penis standing up from his groin, red and angry looking.  "All for you doll," he grins, all sharp white teeth.  His eyes flutter closed and he takes a deep breath through his nose.  "And I can smell how wet you are for me."

"I'mjustdroppingthefilmsoffI'mnot--" you blurt.

Soldier Boy levers himself up off the bed, and your voice dries up as you eyes fasten on the sight of his erection bobbing and swaying.  That's going inside you, and your sex flutters.  Your boyfriend's was a baby carrot by comparison.

"Be good for me," Soldier Boy growls down at you, plucking your glasses off your face, "and I'll spoil you so bad," his will rolls over yours like a tank and crushes the last of your pride to dust, "you're gonna hate every other man you touch."

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“That’s your clitoris, kitten.”  Soldier Boy chuckles to himself.  “Almost rhymes.  I stroke it, really gently,” you gasp as he suits action to words, “and you turn into my shameless little slut.”

Not true, you think, feeling absolutely defiled.  But his fingers feel so good, touching you exactly where you’re throbbing.  It's half-true.  You watch dirty movies and you're moaning in bed with a man you're not married to.

Filthy slut.

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“Breathe, doll, that’s it.  You’re so fucking wet.  Taking me so well.  Christ your pussy feels fucking tailored for me, fits so fucking perfect.  Oh, there you go-- take me deeper baby, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good--"

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It’s very late the next morning when you wake up in Solider Boy’s bed, alone and aching in every fiber.  The only sign of the man himself is a note on the cluttered nightstand-- Out taking care of some errands.  Be naked when I get back.

When he gets back he’s in his supersuit and mask, every inch the perfect patriot hero.  When he sees you sprawled out on the bed, stripped to the skin, he smiles.  "Pretty as a picture.  What's say we watch some of those movies and screw ourselves stupid?"

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AN2: Hard to believe but once upon a time tits'n'ass were not available on demand and in the privacy of your own home. It's actually a fascinating thing to research a little, the histories of assorted vices-- did you know that VHS won the home video format wars because of the adult entertainment industry? VHS tapes were easier and cheaper to mass-produce than Betamax.

[psatalk]

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The machine on display has an operational speed of 1000 MPM. It has a fully automatic job set-up that encompasses the positioning of the web guide sensor, cutters, trim extraction nozzles, and rewind cores, effectively minimizing setup time, material consumption, and operator dependency.

According to Kohli, drupa being the largest exhibition in the printing industry, provides an unparalleled opportunity to maximize global exposure while presenting the latest technology. He said, “drupa 2024 will play a vital role in facilitating our company's growth trajectory by providing a platform for strategic engagement, collaboration, and continuous learning within the dynamic landscape of the flexible packaging and converting industry.”

Apart from new inquiries and projects through showcasing, the latest innovations, Kohli expects to strengthen existing relationships with their valued existing customers a drupa 2024.

[blueeyetechnology]

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[mheavenbound]

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[queencryo]

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i got this ask forever ago im sorry i didnt see it. uhhh... you know, thats a distinct possibility? the bobbin winder on my machine is p messed up, so my wound bobbins r a lil messed up too.

so... ill keep an eye on that, tho i *think* that rn my main problem is judt. being bad at using yhr machine lol (sewing cutves....)

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[gingeraleluke]

𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: tom holland x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: your boyfriend got home just in time to watch his most recent interview on tv with you.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing, nothing just fluff! :)

𝗔/𝗡: this is my first time writing for tom so i hope you guys like it!! <3

this is based on the spider-man: far from home interview with jimmy kimmel!

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the young girls heart was silent for the first nineteen years of her life. nothing but a faint heartbeat and some clouded thoughts of little to nothing inconsistencies. from the moment she first opened her eyes as a baby, separating her fingers and spreading her toes while her newly polished eyes tried making sense of her surroundings, to the ripe summer when her mother insisted she become a camp counselor to succumb enough money to buy her very own long-overdue car. the girl felt nothing.

the teens she longed to be alike were a mere hourglass, y/n a shadow. portraying their success and growth without mirroring any of her own, she felt like a weak duckling surrounded by marvelous swans. she would spend her youth watching blondes fall for brunettes on television, plopping popcorn into her mouth while pressing rewind on her favorite romantics, watching the way they would look at eachother and move with one another. she never thought she could be able to experience that. everything inside her was too quiet, too plain.

and then she met tom. it became loud, too loud, and she loved it. everything she thought she could never achieve, she achieved with him. her colorless days no longer existed and she fell deeper and deeper in love with him everyday.

switching the tv from some medical soap opera, y/n sat on her couch. she wore nothing but a plain bra and a pair of baby blue satin shorts. normally, she’d cover up more, especially if she had company over, but tom was a different kind of company and a comfortable one at that.

“THOMAS HURRY UP!” she could hear her boyfriend yell a faint, “i’m coming,” through the noise of the water running. shortly after, the shower stopped as y/n scrolled mindlessly through her phone, impatient.

she expected to see her boyfriend walk out of the bathroom, a trail of steam behind him, but instead she heard the loud roar of a hairdryer.

“for fucks sake-“ her mouth was lacking the salty and buttery flavor she craved so she took the opportunity to use her time by putting some popcorn in the microwave while her boyfriend blowed out his hair.

as she watched the minutes on the timer go down, the machine dinged as she grabbed a bowl and poured the snack inside it. she made her way back to the bench sofa and extended her legs out on the grey island cushions. the lace on the trim of her shorts tickled her feet as she folded her legs. “TOM HURRY THE FUCK UP, ITS ALMOST STARTING!”

the girls mouth was full as she yelled, losing patience with the boy. “IM SORRY, IM COMING!”

minutes later, a shirtless tom holland, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, appeared in their shared living room. the girls eyes grew big, his doing the same as he took in her taboo and exposed form.

“what- tom! you haven’t even gotten dressed yet?!”

“well, neither have you, apparently! plus, this is pretty comfortable, is it not?”

“tom-“ she warned.

“i got it, i got it..” his bare feet slapped against the hardwood floors as he quickly ran into their bedroom and retrieved his clothes. he came back out wearing a black t shirt and a pair of light blue sweatpants.

“KIMMEL IS STARTING!” she pointed at the tv and looked over to see tom bounce down onto the couch next to her, sprawling his legs out like she had done earlier.

“baby, that’s just the intro, i’m not there yet.” she peered over at him.

“who said i’m watching this for you?” he turned his head and made a sarcastic face.

“yeah, sure..” he mocked.

“WAIT, i need my blanket! go, get it, i don’t want to miss this!”

“y/n, it hasn’t even started yet-“

“now tom!”

“but what if i miss it!”

“you were there, you already know what happens-“ you lightly shoved his clothed knee and he sprung to his feet, so fast that tessa jolted up and ran after him.

“tessa! calm down!” the dog didn’t listen and continued following her dad, panting the whole way back.

once they were settled, jimmy announced his upcoming guests before a quick commercial break.

“quick, my ass..” she muttered.

tom stifled a chuckle. “why are you so bent up about this? you’ve seen my interviews before!”

“yeah, but i’ve never been able to actually watch one with you! it’s like… an entirely different experience!”

he didn’t believe her. “are you sure that’s the real reason? or is it because you just want me to give you secret info on the film, because love, you know i can’t do that, not after last time.”

she placed a hand on her chest playfully, “tom! i would never, how could you think of me like that?! as if i would ever do such a thing!”

“mmhmm..”

the commercials came to an end and y/n looked up to see jimmy start announcing the cast.

“shit, oh my god, it’s happening.”

“shhh, calm down!” tom laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder, his other arm sprawled out behind the frame of the sofa.

“how can i keep calm!? my fucking BOYFRIEND is about to be on tv! you know how many people can say that they are dating spider-man? like, no one!” her knee was bouncing and she couldn’t contain the excitement. watching someone on television while sitting in the same room with them was a rush she had never felt before.

she was loud as hell inside.

“please welcome, tom hol-“

“WHOOOOO, YEAH!!” she started clapping dramatically and stood up for a quick second, her eyes glued to the tv as she watched her boyfriend appear, while her actual boyfriend sat there laughing at her excitement.

they did a stupid elevator bit, before him and everyone else walked up to their chairs.

“really, tom?” his dark eyes flickered to hers. “what?! i thought you would like it, it’s funny!” she rolled her eyes and smiled, thinking to herself: my boyfriend is a dork, even on national television.

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“oh my god, you all look so good.”

“i know, right?”

“look at jake!”

“yeah-“

“look at zendaya!”

“i know-“

“OH MY GOD LOOK A-“

“OKAY Y/N, i get it, everyone but me is attractive, thanks. you’ve made it pretty clear.” he frowned as you gushed over how good his coworkers looked.

“yes, tom! i think you look awful, that’s why i’ve been dating you for the past four years, because i think you are ugly.”

he looked at his girlfriend, uncertainty in his eyes.

“oh, come on, i’m joking! you’re beautiful, come here.” she grabbed the side of his head and pulled him over so his head was laying on her chest. she began to play with his hair while watching.

“so the trailer came out, the trailer got like 135 million views within the first hour-“

“yeah it did!” she exclaimed, her fingers busy in his hair.

“see, i didn’t know that then.” he muttered, his brows furrowing together as tessa looked up at him from y/n’s lap.

“well it’s no secret, i’m not very good at instagram.”

y/n bursted out laughing. it wasn’t even that funny, but all of her emotions where heightened in this moment.

“oh god, i know where this is going.. this is the zendaya story isn’t it?” you smirk down at him and he lifts his head to nod at you.

“i knew it..”

“i basically.. forgot to post the trailer.”

“that’s bad.”

“yes jimmy, yes it is.” she couldn’t contain the snickers leaving her mouth and tom protested against it.

“listen, it’s difficult for some people, okay!”

“mmhmm, whatever you say baby.” she remembers distinctly, waking up and asking her boyfriend why he never posted the trailer, which caused him to wind up into a frenzy and immediately contact zendaya for assistance.

“well, you wouldn’t tell me how to!”

“tom, you’re a grown man! you should be able to figure that out yourself, peter parker.” she leaned over and kissed his cheek, his arm wrapped around her.

“so you’re IT for the team?”

“yeah, y/n, making poor zendaya the it for the team-“

“oh, shush, it was funny as fuck. but not as funny as the time you spoi-“

he placed his finger on her lips to quiet her, “oh, stop it!” she giggled in response.

she watched as zendaya recalled the moment she had to screen record how to delete an instagram story for him, which was another thing y/n refused to help him with. sure, she loves him and all, but watching the panic on his face as he realizes that he messed up, always cracked her up. especially since he brags about how ‘tech savvy’ he is for his age.

“it’s not my fault you’re a grampa!”

“yeah, we’ll, you’re dating a grampa!”

“true, i am.”

her hands reached towards her blanket as she put her popcorn bowl down and laid the covering over her and her boyfriend. the grey weighted blanket matching the couch perfectly.

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“okay, wait…why are you guys still in highschool?!” y/n had paused the program to engage in a very serious and heated discussion about the aftermath of endgame which led up to the beginning of his new movie, far from home, which had yet to come out.

“i mean.. it’s five years! i’m so confused.” tom sighed, placing his hands on his knees, he sat up straight. “like i said in the interview, y/n, i don’t know.”

“well… ask the russo brothers! i mean, jacob is right, that’s a huge plothole!”

toms eyes sparkled as he looked at his lover trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“i… i don’t even know what to say right now. my whole life is a lie!”

“okay, let’s not get too dramatic here-“

“NO, tom! as an avengers fanatic, i need to know!” she gripped the hem of his shirt and tugged, his body jolting forwards.

“tell me!” she shook him as he laughed and tessa barked.

“i don’t know, baby!” she frowned slightly and looked at her boyfriends amused face.

“i’m dating spider-man, you’d think i’d get the inside scoop.” she rolled her eyes and placed her legs back up on the cushions. tom leaned over and looked her up and down, flickering from her bare chest and her eyes. he leaned into her neck and started planting kisses. “i’m sorry, i will be sure to ask someone at marvel for you.” she smiled sweetly before thanking him.

“has everyone seen avengers: endgame?”

the girl rose to her feet, the blanket stuck to her bare legs. “yes, jimmy, i have! i saw my boyfriend get dusted right before my fucking eyes!”

tom remembered the first time he watched the film with her. it was hard for him to keep it under wraps and while he did end up telling her some spoilers, he kept out the whole ‘death by thanos’ part.

“okay, calm down little one.” he reached his arm out to pull her down, back to the couch.

“tom, baby, i know you like.. could get in trouble for it but-“

“y/n… not this conversation again.” he put his hand up to his forehead, two fingers on the bridge of his nose. she knew that if she prodded and poked in all the right spots, that her boyfriend would give in. that it just took a little push for him to confess all the dirty details of his new blockbuster.

“come on! i am begging, tom- i have so many questions, can you blame me? i mean… mysterio, like.. what’s that guy all about?! he’s a villian right?”

“well…”

“a hero?”

“definitely not.”

“antihero?”

“not exactly-“

“UGH, tom! you are killing me here.” she whined, putting her hands on his chest as the paused tv shined upon his features. “please give me something… anything.” she trailed her fingers down his chest, tauntingly.

“anything?” he smirked at her.

“yup. like… maybe just exactly what jakes character is? i mean, i remember him telling us at dinner that time, but that was barely enough, i mean.. there’s gotta be more right?”

“go on.”

“and mj, i mean.. is peter finally going to ask her out? baby, so many questions, i just have so many.”

“well… i guess i could tell you one thing..” he tempted her. her lips twitched upwards as she pressed her forehead against his.

“mmhmm?”

“i could tell you that… the ending of the movie?”

“yeah..”

“is fucking fantastic. really, it’s brilliant babes.”

“because?”

“you will just have to see-“ he was cut off by his girlfriend hitting him in the face with a pillow.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE TOM-“

“quiet down! you are going to get tessa all going..”

“sorry…”

a moment of silence passed as tom squealed, “for fucks sake tom!” in his best high pitched, y/n impression possible.

“shut up!”

the two laughed before she clicked play.

“you look so good here, tom. it’s so weird like- i’m sitting next to you-“ she pointed at tom, “but, there you are on tv!”

“you are just realizing this?”

“well, it’s like inception!”

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“i was told, it was a wedding!”

her chest boiled with anger as she quickly hit pause. “NO BECAUSE, fuck you for that! i remember being all excited, thinking tony and pepper were gonna have a beautiful wedding, only to see hes fucking DEAD.”

tom couldn’t hold in his laughs. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know!”

“well it’s pretty obvious, tom! everyone’s sad and in black, baby, you really are an airhead.”

“hey-“ she cut him off with a kiss to his lips.

the two cuddled up while watching the interview, small laughs leaving their bodies.

“like, zendaya! when did you find out how endgame ended?”

“oh, i remember. me, jacob, and zendaya were all in a facetime call freaking the fuck out, while my boyfriend over here, was chilling like nothing was wrong.”

“you guys were in a facetime call?” he questioned.

“yes! i was heartbroken and i had gotten a call from z who was clearly also upset!”

“well, he’s fine clearly! i mean, i wouldn’t be in far from home if peter was dead, right?”

she looked up at him, his heartbeat still lingering on her skin. “so you can tell me that you are still alive, but you can’t tell me about jake gyllenhaals character?”

“well, it’s a given! obviously peter is alive!”

y/n groaned, her head now resting on his chest.

“dating a superhero is difficult.”

“aww, poor darling, i’m sure it is.” he peppered kisses along her forehead.

“hey! you ate all of the popcorn?!” tom was flabbergasted, his voice heightening a few octaves.

“yep, and what about it?” her tone dripping in sass.

“i wanted some, for one!”

“too bad, maybe if you would spill the deets on far from home, you’d get some of my popcorn. hell, tom, if you confess right now, i’ll make you a whole bowl!”

“no.”

“well it was worth a try!”

◦◦,`°.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽.°`,◦◦

“i can’t believe it’s over.” the house was completely silent, the only thing audible being tessa’s light snores.

“i’m gonna miss that guy..”

“baby, i’m right here.” he placed his hand at the small of her back, looking at her lovingly.

“i’m talking about mysterio.”

“oh, yeah, great!” she giggled at his response. “he’s just so hot, tom! way hotter than peter-“

“yeah, maybe if you think manipulation is hot!”

her mouth fell agape at his words.

“what?” he said, oblivious to the screw up he just made. she smiled widely at him as he slowly was hit with realization.

“oh, fucking damn it!”

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[adorethedistance]

Chapter 5: Broken Pieces - JJ Maybank x Reader

Photo cred: My aesthetic but if this is your art or photography and you don’t want me to post it please let me know I’ll gladly comply with your wishes.

Warnings: swearing, blood, injuries, mentions of suicide in a humorous manner, mentions of abuse

Words: 3367

Previously in part 4: JJ did read your text, however he’s completely MIA for the whole school day. Pope and Kie pick up on how you’re feeling down now that JJ is gone for unknown reasons. The stress of one problem to another finally causes you to crack under the pressure and though Pope came to your emotional aid, he’s been acting weird. Really weird. There’s no better way to take your mind off of your problems than a good old film class period. An, the greatest film friend and Vietnamese Sergio Leone, can tell just how fond you are of JJ. And for good reason seeing as your meeting story is one in a million: who doesn’t want to talk conspiracy theories with a stranger?

A/n: Guess who is a fat liar and is still on that writing at 2 AM bullshit and minimal proofreading? Me. Ya boi. Anywho, this is the longest part yet and it’s probably my favorite part of the fic so far. Hope y’all enjoy

I groan into my hands as I rub my eyes for the millionth time. This documentary is going to be the death of me. After trimming down all 3,000 hours of youtube news, I’m left with a whopping one minute of Spiderman footage. What am I gonna do? Is it too late to change my entire project?

I could get started on my JJ documentary…

Opening the file of JJ footage on my hard drive, I see a different clip that I haven’t watched yet. The video, no doubt recorded on my camcorder, is a medium close shot of JJ sitting by the pool at Sarah’s complex. We’ve got our feet in the water and he’s watching Pope from across the pool, undoubtedly doing something stupid. But it makes JJ laugh and I smile from behind my computer screen at his expression. He then turns to talk to me and sees that I’m recording. He laughs a bit more and leans forward to make a weird face directly into the lens.

It makes digital and real life me laugh, and JJ looks up above the camera where I can tell he’s staring at me, grinning larger than life. He says something that I miss due to my volume being so low, and I hit pause to rewind. Scrubbing back to when JJ was smiling, I move to hit play but I freeze before I do.

Knock knock.

Am I imagining things? Looking up to the time on my desktop, the clock reads 12:08 AM. Not too late to be up, and definitely not too late to be imagining things. Whatever, I’m sure-

Knock knock.

Placing my headphones on my desk, I spin around in my seat to face my window. My midnight blue blackout curtain hangs stagnant, muffling the ominous sound.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

Okay well there’s no denying I’m not hearing imaginary things. Either that noise is a really large pigeon, someone who scaled the side of my building, or there’s a tennis ball pitching machine that’s set on a very specific rhythm.

I slowly push off of my chair. My fingertips hesitantly leave the edge of the seat as if I’ll float away when I let go. My mind feels frozen in place, but my body betrays its wishes and carries me closer to the window. Reaching a shaking hand towards my curtain I grip the edge of the fabric in my clammy fingers.

I take a deep breath and let it out to calm my nerves. Quickly, I yank the curtain to the side, gasping once my eyes focus outside of the window. My eyes are wide. I’m frozen in shock. My lungs will only allow shallow breaths as I try and process what’s in front of me.

“What the fuck,” I whisper mostly to myself. The aged paint of the windowsill frames the outside world in a romantic way... except for tonight. Outside my window, like a mirage of blue and red heroism, Spiderman is kneeling on my fire escape, clutching the side of his abdomen.

Once I begin believing what I’m seeing, I realize there are severe gashes in his suit. Red and blue shreds of fabric peeling off of the piece that was once whole.

“Please- let me in,” he says desperately. In the mix of shock and adrenaline my skepticism takes control,

“What do you need in my house for-”

“PLEASE! Y/n, please. Just let me-” he trails off, rising to his feet and trying to maintain balance. All of my adrenaline is gone and what’s left is the shock. I stand solid as Spiderman is hobbling into my room. Spiderman is in my room.

Bringing his second leg over the window pane, he stands for merely a second before completely collapsing into the floor. The impact draws me from my stupor and I’m back in a sober mindset. First, I close the window and make sure no one saw him enter, then I draw the curtains shut and drop to my knees next to Spiderman’s crumpled form.

“How do you know my name?” I ask cautiously. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he slowly lifts his right hand and grips the top of his mask. He groans as he pulls the mask off of his head-

“What the fuck?!” I involuntarily screech. “JJ?”

At the mention of his name, JJ looks up at me from his position on the floor. His elbows are tucked underneath him as if he were army crawling, and his legs seem to provide no aid to his cowering form. Spiderman-JJ-is on my floor, fucking dying, what the fuck do I do? Through short gasps for breath and a furrowed brow of concern, JJ looks up at me as I stand from my spot next to him on the floor.

“I should call an ambulance.”

“I-” he coughs unwillingly, “I don’t have insurance.”

“You’re a crime fighting vigilante with virtually no super powers and you don’t have insurance?” I squeak in utter disbelief.

“AAUUUGHH,” JJ exaggerates a groan to express the absolute agony he’s in.

“Alright, alright, I hear you. What happened to you? What are you doing here?”

“Dad- dad’s at home, drunk. I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one who can help me, Y/n.”

Kneeling back onto the ground, I sling JJ’s left arm over my right shoulder, and help bring him back to his feet.

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet,” I point out, which makes him snort a small laugh. Maybe this is where he has been all day: getting beaten to a pulp. Slowly, carefully, I lead JJ across the light brown carpet and into my bathroom just down the hall. He’s coughing with each step. Who knows what kind of fluid is in his lungs.

Releasing the arm that was slung across my shoulders, I duck underneath the limb and give support to the areas around the gashes that litter his body. He turns his back towards the sink and settles his weight on top of the counter with another groan. His breathing is shallow but beginning to even. The pain of his heart weighs on his mind and his eyes fall closed in hurt.

I watch with a heavy heart before realizing I can’t just stare at him all night. Sparing one last glance at JJ’s distressed demeanor, I squat down to retrieve the first aid kit from beneath the sink.

Bandages, gauze, peroxide… where is the neosporin? It’s probably in the bottom of the kit somewhere. I grip the edge of the counter to pull myself up with the first aid kid in tow. When I’m back on my feet, I can see JJ has reopened his eyes and one of them is beginning to swell.

The first aid kit is pressed against JJ’s left thigh, I’m standing between both legs, and the brown hand towel that used to rest on the drying rack is flush against JJ’s right thigh. I take a brief moment to survey all of his injuries and recognize what’s most dire.

His hair is consistently disheveled, but now there’s blood seeping across his hairline. His eyebrows always carry some sense of playfulness, but now they are split and blood seeps across his eyelids. His lips that always carry his signature smirk are now busted and puffy from enduring some ungodly amount of pressure. His collar bones that always support his tormented head are now sliced open, and they spill the crimson tragedies that so often threaten to spill when he least desires. His chest, that shields his own heart and occasionally shelters mine, is riddled with bruises old and new. His abdomen, that normally serves as the perfect pillow during movie night, is disturbed by a giant gash that was the primary source of the blood stain on my carpet.

Despite all the injuries that cover the top half of his body, none of them compare to the pain of holding all of his trials in the cage of his heart, never to be released to anyone else.

“JJ…” I break the silence in favor of getting answers. “We always tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me about being Spiderman?” JJ lets out a frustrated sigh that indicates that I had just asked the one question he was praying I wouldn’t.

“I couldn’t tell you about Spiderman because it makes you a target,” he recites as if he’s mulled over this hypothetical conversation a million times over.

“A target?”

“Yeah. You get your very own pair of khakis and a red polo shirt.”

“You’re really going to sass me while I’m helping you?”

“Maybe I am,” he challenges, his signature smirk returning to his beaten features. I poke the inside of my cheek with my tongue for a second, accepting his challenge.

“Neosporin is in the medicine cabinet on your right,” I toss the warm rag I was wetting at his chest and move to exit the bathroom.

“Wait! No, don’t kill yourself babe ur so sexy aha,” JJ pulls the infamous fuckboy face of squinted eyes and a ‘seductive’ lip bite, brushing the end of his chin with his hands in finger guns; I can tell he’s hoping that laughter will lure me back into treating his wounds.

“That’s what I thought.”

The swishing of the tap fills the air among JJ’s silence. I toss a dark blue washcloth under the cool water as I wait for it to warm up. Rather than waste time waiting, I set up my materials along the edge of the counter to take inventory of what I have. Bandages, gauze, and peroxide from under the counter- neosporin from the medicine cabinet. Antibacterial ointment just in case the neosporin is expired.

“Be still,” I say, looking up once more to take in all of his damaged features. He is still so beautiful even when covered in blood.

I start with his face when I figure that’s probably the most painful of the injuries. Well, that and the giant abdominal slice. I reach behind JJ’s slouched body to turn off the water and retrieve the now warm cloth.

Gently, I press the surface of the cloth to the dried blood that surrounds the split in his eyebrow. The added heat and moisture lets me wipe away the hardened blood, and I’m careful not to reopen the busted brow.

“I swear that was deep enough to need stitches, how has that already scabbed over?” I ask myself in a hushed voice. JJ laughs at my inner-becoming outer-monologue and I forget he’s intently listening to everything I say. I repeat the process of cleaning his other eyebrow and apply neosporin to both impacted areas, after checking the expiration date of course.

In the rhythm of cleaning, I begin humming a song to entertain myself. I gently massage some arnica gel into the bruises around the corner of his mouth and on the height of his cheekbone. From there, I work my way down to his split lip, still singing, and I run the cooled washcloth under warm water again. The water turns red and brown as it falls through the cloth and rinses away the remnants of injury.

Coming back up to his lips I cloak my index finger in the entire cloth and gently clean the surrounding area.

“Are you singing One Direction?” His question causes me to suddenly stop my movement. From my position, eye-level with his mouth, I look up to see his eyes. My own expression morphs into a smile and I extend my arms to rest my palms on the end of the sink, boxing his legs in between them.

“I don’t know, JJ. What song am I singing?” He pauses to think for a short moment.

“It’s Fireproof. Right?”

“Mhm,” I nod, resuming my work on his bleeding lip. I set the cloth down as it’s gone cold once again, and search the counter for the tube of neosporin. I don’t see it next to the peroxide where I left it. In my frenzy for the medicine, I can feel JJ’s breath on my face in short puffs. He’s laughing at me.

“Wha-” when I look at him I see the white and yellow tube extruding from his right hand. “Don’t touch my stuff you worm,” I snatch the container from his hand which makes him laugh harder.

“Yes, nurse Y/n,” he sits up straight as a board to salute me mockingly. I roll my eyes but can’t stop the smile spreading across my face. Leaning back down once again, I pour some of the hydrogen peroxide over the cloth and carefully dab the open wound. I feel JJ flinch and feel his breath fan across the top of my head. I thought it was just an initial reaction but he begins exhaling small puffs of air once more, and I can tell he’s laughing again. “What is it now?” exasperated, I stand straight to see his face. His laugh is far less playful this time, and far more smug. JJ looks down at me and continues laughing cockily. I don’t return his smile. Instead, I simply raise and eyebrow to silently ask for answers. “You’re not wearing a bra,” He states behind a smirk. I’m suddenly made aware that in my panic to help JJ, I didn’t even think about what I was-or wasn’t-wearing. Slamming the washcloth into his chest, I nearly push him off balance before using my free hands to cover my chest.

“I’m trying to help you, you piece of shit!” JJ laughs loud and hard with his eyes closed shut. “It’s not funny! You are such an asshole sometimes, you know that?”

“No, come back-” JJ says between laughs, “it’s fine!” He calls after me as I rush back into my room to retrieve a bra from my closet.

“No, you freak!”

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Since the ‘lack of pajamas’ fiasco, I had JJ take off the top half of his suit so I could tend to the gash in his torso. The blood continued seeping into the fabric of his suit even after he had slipped it off; I got squeamish from how large the cut is, but couldn’t help but notice his body. JJ looks as if he’s been chiseled by the gods themselves. I also couldn’t help my desire to run my hand along his washboard abs, but I was able to play it off as wiping some blood away.

“With your bare hand?” he asked skeptically. I just nodded because I wouldn’t dare look him in the eyes after such an embarrassing moment.

“Almost done, I just need to clean this area,” I mutter to JJ from my crouched position. After dressing all of the dire injuries, the only one that’s left is a fairly large nick at the top of his right pectoral muscle. Upon closer inspection, I see something lodged underneath the skin. My gaze doesn’t break from trying to decipher what it is that’s under his skin as I reach blindly for a pair of tweezers. JJ can tell what I’m trying to do, and hands me the narrow tweezers that I will retire from using on my eyebrows after tonight.

I use my index finger and my thumb to hold the surrounding skin taut as I gently insert the open end into his wound. JJ involuntarily lets out a small hiss but quickly reassures me he’s fine for me to continue working. After a few moments of struggling, I’ve gotten a good grip on the metal chunk and I remove it from his chest. The surface of the piece is covered in spots of his blood which makes me grimace, and I rinse off the blood before tossing it into the trash can.

Following the typical peroxide, neosporin, bandage, rinse, and repeat routine, I take a small step backwards to get a general overview of his injuries to make sure I didn’t miss anything. The second time over, I notice his eyebrow is open and beginning to bleed again. It’s much worse than I originally thought.

“J, you really need stitches.” “I don’t have insurance.”

“I know,” I sigh. I wish there was more I could do for him but my nursing degree is nonexistent. Upon deciding to redress the split in his brow, I lean forward to apply pressure on the wound with the diluted-hydrogen peroxide washcloth. My focus is inconsistent since I just have to hold the cloth in place for a bit. The distraction allows me to realize JJ is staring right into my eyes. His stare causes me to relax my own tense brows. The unyielding pressure against his face can’t feel good, but he shows no sign of discomfort. In fact, it seems to be quite the opposite.

JJ‘s eyes offer a warm condolence and the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. The tip of his tongue dabs out to wet his lips, an action that seems subconscious until I see he’s noticed my staring at his lips.

“So,” I clear my throat to divert both of our attention, “how exactly did you get all these injuries?”

“Green Goblin smashed me between two trains.”

“What the fuck, how are you alive?”

“You’re the only one who I’ve told this to, so you can’t tell anyone but…” JJ then proceeds to tell me about how one night he was home alone and there was a weird looking spider on his window. He went to pick it up, because god knows why, and it straight up bit the palm of his hand. He freaked out a bit, and felt woozy and just blacked out. The next morning he was infinitely stronger, stickier, and hyper-aware of everything around him-something he calls a ‘spidey sense’.

In the middle of discovering his powers, his dad came home, drunk as ever and the typical string of abuses ensued. This time was different. His sense allowed him to evade his dad’s attacks and his strength was enough to defend himself, all before 8 AM.

I can’t imagine how scared and anxious he must’ve felt.

“Well, whenever you need to crash somewhere safe from superhero issues or even family issues, you’re always welcome here. No questions asked.” JJ hops off of the bathroom sink and pulls me into a tight hug. I don’t even want to think about how long it’s been since he’s had a proper hug.

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The perk of constantly stealing JJ’s clothes means I have spares for when he comes over. Grabbing one of his t-shirts from my dresser and an old pair of his basketball shorts, JJ is able to change into clothes without holes in them.

“You think you’ll be able to sleep after what happened tonight?” He simply shrugs before tugging the shirt over his head.

“It’s not any worse than what’s happened before.”

“Hold on,” I walk closer to confirm my suspicions, “you bled through your bandaid again.”

I run to the bathroom to see I had used all of the tan bandages. There have to be some bandaids in here. Just his luck.

“So, you used all of my tan bandaids which means you’ll have to settle for Hello Kitty,” I say, holding up the half-opened box. JJ clutches both hands over his heart,

“No! Hello Kitty bandaids are my one weakness!” I sit cross-legged on the center of my bed and beckon him over to join me. Once he’s sat down, I remove the bloodied bandage and stick the Hello Kitty one across his eyebrow. JJ smiles a soft, lazy smile at me once again before allowing his eyes to flutter shut.

“Tired?”

“No. Just happy.” Before I can stop myself, I lean forward and place a kiss on his right cheek. His smile grows bigger despite his injured lip.

“It’s bedtime,” I lightly push his chest as leverage to get up and turn off my light. Sliding back into bed, I settle underneath the covers and lift the other side for JJ to join me. He obliges and curls up next to me.

“Goodnight, JJ,” I whisper in an exhausted bliss.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

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[angel-pooley]

Shirring is a Long Process…

but it’s Soooooo Worth It

About a month ago I started making 3 “quick” dresses! I thought, well I’ll just make a tube of fabric and shirr it into shape and make different variations. How wrong was i?! I’ve now completed one and having a little break before I get to the others!

The base was SUPER quick as expect but shirring took a long time. Stitching in circles on a wide piece of fabric, rewinding the bobbin 8 times, BY HAND, at the perfect tension = a long time. I’ll go through what I’ve done to create this look as I didn’t use a pattern, just in case someone else would like a go!

I took a piece of fabric (some kind of satin mix), using the whole width. I measured it into my body to see how long I wanted it (minus the frill, I’ll get to that!). Cut it to my desired length and sewed the 2 sides to create a back seam. I also made 4 straps(that were tucked in when I wore it). So they could tie up at my shoulders. I made these by using 8 strips, sewing them wrong sides together, trim the seams and turned inside out, pressed and top stitched.

For the frill, I made 2 strips same length as each other, the width of the fabric. I joined them at each short end (right sides together). Which made a circle of fabric double the length of my dress, this was then gathered equally onto the bottom of the dress and hemmed.

For shirring, for those that don’t know, I used shirring elastic in the bobbin. You have to hand wind, taut but not as tight as the machine would do it. When shirring a lot, this process is done many times, I done it about 8 times. REMEMBER TO TEST ON YOUR FABRIC BEFORE YOUR PROJECT! The settings on my machine was a 4mm straight stitch, but this may be different on your machine, but usually if it’s not working well, it’s the bobbin. With each line of stitches I left a 1/4 inch gap but this can be changed to suit your desired look!

I then put elastic round the top for added stability as well as attaching the straps! And WALLAH… done. It was a very satisfying process, even if it took me ages. The steps are simple, yet effective and I can’t wait to het these other two I’ve cut out completed so keep your eyes peeled for future posts containing a variation of this!!

I got to wear this to my cousins 30th, seeing all my family. My Nanny’s sister, my great auntie Jean, said my Nanny would be proud of me with my sewing, I only wish I got into sewing when she was still with us, to see what I can do now and to have helped me whilst teach myself. She was a real professional, and I’m pretty sure she helps me in some sort of way anyway!

Angel xoxo

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Stone and Dove

Hello folks and happy pride month! I was scanning through my Google Docs and had forgotten I written this story...or that it was perfectly suited for this particular monthly event.

My first story doing Male X Male pairing! This tale involves my first PlayStation 4 Game Knack and Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. Particularly, a Jojo OC on my @sonicasura account, Jodari Jonah so check that out when you can! No information about Knack is required! The story will explain some of it.

They say the dove is a symbol of rebirth. For when one life passes, it is reborn anew in a different form. A clean slate just like a pure white dove. Yet, sometimes, rebirth can be a chance to fix something before it could be broken. And to connect two hearts of two different worlds.

Doctor's Laboratory

"I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes. But it's home to me and I walk alone. I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams. Where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one and I walk alone." A voice sang through the halls, rough, slightly rugged but rich with smoothness, balance of husk and baritone.

Walking the halls of the facility belonging to one Doctor Vargas, world renowned inventor for his research on relic fueled devices, was a strange man. He was bulky which was balanced by his frightening height of 7'4. Curly, messy black hair tied at the back with a large white bow of sorts resembling broken wings, one side with an aqua green stripe and the other a bubbly blue.

Heterochromatic eyes with the right blue and the left a verdant green but a line going down the optic starting from the eyelid to the bottom. A bisected line birthmark at the center of his face even going down his nose and lips. He wore a mismatched long coat, the right half a pure white with no sleeve revealing his ripen with muscle arm, black pocket, and featherlike ends, the left being pure black with a long sleeve, white pocket and flat end.

A gray shirt with a large V neck revealing large abs, hot rod leather pants and black boots. The biggest oddity was the nails of his right arm, they were of a stone. The ones on his left were normal as he was carrying what looked like a liquor bottle, which he was currently downing the contents merrily.

He was baffling as he walked through the humble abode like halls unaware of being on camera. The unknown man was wandering in a battle site, while the people on the other side of the glass walls were just baffled. "Um… Doctor, is he another one of your assistants?" "Who is he?" That guy wasn't in the meeting! I'm sure as hell would remember someone dressed like that! Is he literally singing Green Day while drinking vodka?!"

One of the onlookers, a large slightly portly man with a gray frohawk paired with a goatee, chocolate brown eyes and wore a white lab coat was more attentive on the stranger's hand. This man was Doctor Vargas himself, owner of this very facility. "His nails… they are pure red relics! Astounding." The man said while examining the stranger.

Mechanical clanking had the stranger look up from his bottle. Standing at the end of the hall were white and black humanoid robots with red visors for eyes but also wielding swords made out of pure plasma. Doctor Vargas quickly ran to his control console for the robots. "Oh no! I got to shut down before that young man ends up getting hurt!" Vargas exclaimed, ready to pull down the lever.

The lever controlled the battle site which would shut off both robots and obstacles meant for his greatest creation to power through, not an innocent human. Three words was the only thing that stopped him. "Don't underestimate me." Followed by the loud screech of shredding metal. His eyes widened upon the sight before him.

The robot that was ready to slice the stranger in half was laying on the ground. A large hole in its chest dripping out what looked to be alcohol from the damaged circuits. The man had the bottle of alcohol pointing at where the machine once stood, fizz foaming from the entrance of the vodka. "Wow! He...just busted a hole through the robot with a shot of alcohol!!!?"

It wasn't a lie either. Vargas had rewinded the footage on the small monitor of the control panel to the moment before his robot was shot. The stranger pointed the bottle of liquor before yellow electricity began to crackle around his hand. Next thing that happened was a small bullet of the liquor shot sparking with this same energy but it was also spinning!

The spinning orb tearing a hole through the metal circuitry by compressing it with pure rotation into the liquid itself. Sure enough, there was a little ball of metal at the center of the whole, circuits, wiring and liquor compressed into the tiny marble sized orb. "Black Hole Overdrive." Were the words that left the odd man's lips.

Black Hole Overdrive… Vargas didn't know how the young man manipulated the liquid to perform such a feat but it proved the stranger was very skilled if this was an actual technique. "A golem made out of relics?" The stranger said looking at the oddity that greeted him from down the hallway.

This oddity was a humanoid made out of pure relics. Ones acting as the main body were light tan to mimic skin color but also position to form the main body: tipless cone and flat cylinder for the head, cube relics stacked together to form arms, legs, hands and rounder ones to mimic muscles, the gold forming the gumdrop nose, large tusks, small teeth, tips of the ears, and joints from the sphere and triangular pieces located in the shoulder, knee, thigh and ankle areas. Red stone relics forming small wild hair, claws, front and back toes, even fuzz around the chin and on the arms and legs.

The main piece was the large dark gold orb at the center with an aqua blue core. From the two oval obsidian eyes and the red rectangular pieces forming the squinting eyebrows, it was clear the 5'11 golem was surprised by the stranger's appearance. "For something so strange, you are really adorable." The odd man said while giving the subject of his attention a subtle wink.

Vargas, who noticed the wink, almost burst out laughing from seeing Knack, the golem he created jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "This must be a battle site designed for you? Oh dear, looks like I ended up getting lost. Can you please escort me to the exit? I'll follow behind you without any interference." The odd raven asked politely.

Knack merely nodded to the man's request. The relic bound golem could easily protect the stranger from the Doctor's test drones. "Thank you. You're such a gentleman. My name is Jodari, Jodari Jonah. Time to move out, Red~" Knack's core immediately heated up by the raven Jodari's subtle greeting.

Jodari Jonah wasn't exactly normal was a simple thing for everyone to understand. The odd man sidestepped and easily avoided every obstacle that was designated for his golem escort. Leaping across electrified panels in a single step, walking past fast blowing vents undeterred and even dodging the attacks of various machines while drinking from his vodka bottle.

He kept his word of not interfering with Knack's progress while the golem ran the deadly gauntlet. Honestly, Knack was impressed on just how agile this human male was. The raven's presence was bizarrely soothing to him. Sunbathing on the beach or listening to the sound of nature type of soothing.

It didn't take long to go through the last obstacle and escort Jodari back to the human officials alongside the Doctor. One of the women, the chairwoman easily recognized by her well kept silver hair stepped up. "Most impressive Doctor. You call it 'Knack' is that right?" She asked.

A husky, smooth and a touch rough male voice joined in the banter. "Actually, I call myself Knack." Came from the golem, Knack sounding awfully cheeky. "So your name is Knack? Cute, suits a cheeky fellow like ya. 'Knack' for mischief, huh?" Jodari said, voice filled with merry. 'Is he really flirting with a being made of living stone?!' Being the thought of every guest in the facility. "Young man, how did you even get into this meeting?" Heterochromatic eyes bore into the woman as she flinched.

"Goblins didn't just destroy a high tech military base, miss Chairman. They flattened my village first as a mere test run." Any rebound died from Jodari's words. "My dear god. I'm so sorry." Vargas said only for the raven to wave him off. Jodari taking a swig of his liquor before pulling something out of his pocket.

"Don't apologize. You didn't do the deed, Doctor Vargas. For why I'm here is simple. I came to deliver schematics on the few weapons I stole from them bastards but I want to join the expedition." The young man said, handing the man a few pieces of paper. These pages detailed a few weapons from a blaster, mechanized spear and even a small tank.

"And how did you get these schematics?" Questioned a tan skinned man with combed brown hair, trimmed beard, brown eyes and expensive purple suit. "From their corpses, Viktor. Sketched down every single detail of the spoils once I put them in the dirt. Got a problem?" Jodari towering over the man with a heavy glare.

"You wish to join the expedition? Heh. All I see is a drunkard and as for Knack, he seems a little too delicate to me." Viktor said, walking back with nonchalance. "What are you getting at, Viktor?" Vargas questioned eyeing the billionaire industrialist with suspicion. "I brought a few security robots with me. If Knack can get by those, then he'll have a place on the expedition. Jonah can try too."

The golem in question walking up to one of the bots in question. It was cycloptic and humanoid from the built silver armor over the black exoskeleton. "Huh!" Knack barked, the robot flinching in defense from the hostility. Jodari let out a bark of laughter before downing the remaining liquor in his bottle. The raven immediately crushed the bottle with his bare hands before tossing a shard into the eye of Viktor's guard bot.

The shard spinning in velocity before drilling a hole through the green optic and back out hitting the wall behind it. Metal crashed onto the floor as the machine fell dead. Knack inspecting the damage and glass shard in awe. The golem let out a whistle in admiration. "Like that big red~? Call it the Drill Technique. A bit of rotation can turn even a fragile piece of glass into a drill capable of piercing tank armor." Jodari said, grinning at the stone ginger.

"Nice. Hope you can teach me later. Now let's take this to the garden, there's a bit more room. Would you like another escort, Jodari, so you won't get lost?" Knack asked the raven offering his hand. "You are such a gentleman! I would love an escort, Knack!" The odd raven said taking the golem's hand, but after giving him a teasing smack to the ass.

'So bold!!!' Everyone who just witnessed the scene couldn't help but think. Knack's chest orb was scorching hot after the smack. They thought the man was merely poor ass drunk after downing an entire bottle of pure Vodka but to Vargas and to some extent Knack, Jodari was as sober as if he was drinking water. No flush cheeks or slurs, the man was bold and had a thing for gingers. Male gingers because no one knew that Jodari Jonah, was a purely gay male.

The golem and odd man were alone at the moment. Their trial would be held through the maze-like garden, a maze that will soon be littered with machines belonging to Viktor. "Hey Jodari, are those nails of yours pure relics? My chest orb has been picking up on some for a while." Knack asked, the raven looking at said object of attention.

"Yep. I think I was born with them? I honestly don't remember anything past 5 months ago when pops found me, naked and no name." Jodari responded nonchalantly. "You have amnesia? I'm sorry for bringing that up." The relic golem was flustered from being carelessly rude. The raven merely waved it off.

"Oh don't frown, Red~! You didn't know, plus my amnesia never really bothered me. Why focus on the past when you have a future in front of ya? Pops did tell a nice 'wive's tale' once. He said that the nails of your right hand matches the one of your Soulmate. If you don't know, a Soulmate is the person you meant to bond with for eternity. A 'true spiritual marriage' to be appropriate." The golem's jaw dropped immediately.

"M-m-m-arriage?! Soulmate?! NO WAY CAN I BE YOUR SOULMATE! I'M NOT EVEN HUMAN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Knack would continue if Jodari didn't put a finger to the golem's mouth, lips if you count the gold area around the opening of the two stone pieces that make up his head.

"Species doesn't matter to me. I wouldn't even care if my significant other was a goblin. Plus, even if you aren't my soulmate, you are a sweet gentleman and whoever gets ya is very lucky. Handsome face, your ears are cute, the nose makes ya adorable, and the teeth and claws just add the perfect amount of fierce to the incredible mix. Plus, I love strong gingers." Knack felt like his orb was going to explode from this sudden new emotion, felt like deep admiration but way different.

"Thank you. You look nice too. I, uh, like your eyes, they're pretty. And your bow is very nice, Jojo." It was Jodari's turn to slightly blush. "Jojo?" He asked, refusing to stutter like a schoolgirl. The raven wanted to put Knack through the hardcore school of flirting. Nicknames was step one.

"I took the first Jo of your name and put it together with the second one. Hence, Jojo, I figure you didn't want me to continue calling you Jodari since this... Soulmate thing." The redhead explained with sincerity. "How sweet~ You may call me Jojo then, Red. So Knack, before everyone else arrives, why don't we get to know each other's abilities first? Teamwork is a good key to winning battles." That the golem could easily agree on.

It wasn't much longer to reach their destination or everyone to arrive in order to spectate. The two males were starting to see why they seemed likely paired from that wive's tale. Their abilities were very similar. While Knack could channel Sunstone, Jodari had Hamon.

Hamon was a breathing technique that allowed someone to use their lungs to create an energy akin to sunlight, which was what Sunstones were, crystalized sunlight. With Hamon, he can supercharge any water like elements or good conductors like metal to unleash powerful and devastating attacks.

Knack could manipulate his parts to a large extent, shrinking by removing his parts, form a barrier around him, and even expel in a spray fashion or large clusters. Jodari had Spin, a technique that uses the state of perfect or near perfect rotation to produce energy with a lot of applications.

He could bound this energy to any object and fire them with destructive properties. It was how he could make that glass shard drill right through Viktor's robot that easily. Sphere shaped objects can produce more energy than any other one.

Jodari had one more ability but he wouldn't say anything about it. 'If we have cars thrown at us here, then I won't mind showing my ace in the hole in front of everyone.' Was the raven's response while blowing a kiss at the golem. It just made Knack really curious on what this hidden ace was but he wouldn't press on it.

The duo's goal was simple, defeat all the robots while making their way to the end. Apparently the industrialist had two different types of his guard robots which Jodari personally dubbed Goliaths. The thin human size versions which would wield rods, toss boxes or punch at them from what he glimpsed while he was lost in the lab.

He only saw one of the large models which reminded him of a walking fridge. They were very bulky from what the raven could glance, but it wouldn't make Jodari drop his guard carelessly. Apparently it was two bots from the first category that were their first opponents. One had no weapons while the other held a large black bat cops often used.

"Hey Knack, I'll take care of the stick on the machine. Will you be kind to deal with the other one?" Jodari asked before taking something out of his pocket. It was red plastic yoyo with a star on each side, the string was pure metal wire from the golem saw. "You got it." Knack said before reading himself for combat.

The rod wielding robot was the first to attack, leaping at Jodari with the intent of caving his skull in. With a flick of his wrist, Jodari launched the toy part of yoyo at the offender. The string wrapping around the rod tightly and with a gentle tug, sliced the black metal to pieces. "Hup!" And the raven delivered a spin kick to the machine, his right leg glowing a bright yellow aura.

"Shining Sunlight Overdrive!" Jodari's kick sending the robot flying back, his Hamon frying its circuits upon contact. "Raah!" Knack roared lunging forward at his respective opponent. His left arm reared back and claws open for a swipe. The bare handed Goliath went to respond for a punch, but Knack was quicker.

The golem quickly moved the relics of his body to the other side of his opponent's attack, then he brought down his claws on the machine's side. Metal tearing to shreds from red ancient stone piercing its surface, yet he wasn't done. His left arm which was cocked back into a fist upon reforming, Knack delivered a brutal punch to the same place.

The added pressure of his attack to the robot's damaged side was enough to tear it completely in half. Both halves crumpling onto the ground lifeless. "Nice job. Come on, Red~ Let's wreak some true havoc." Jodari said before rolling down his yoyo. He was performing the 'Walk the Dog' trick as they continued onward.

In all his life, Viktor had never felt so humiliated. He had gotten everything he ever wanted without a fuss. The best business dealer in robotics, from advanced airships to robots capable of eliminating any threat. Immense wealth and rich heritage from his noble lineage. But yet…

Here he was, watching his robots getting destroyed. Torn to pieces by the Doctor's pet project and a drunken man fighting with a damn yoyo! A child's plaything was smashing through thousands of dollars of advanced circuitry! However he couldn't deny that, they had his interest.

It was the man that interested him the most between the two. Jodari Jonah, he seemed capable of manipulating pure Sunstone energy without a care in the world. It was an easy feat as Sunstone energy was the same as electricity, conducting would end up in pure electrocution. However the odd man didn't seem affected. He needed more information.

"Black Hole Overdrive!" Jodari tossed a handful of water from his hand at the robot across the stream. Apparently the machines decided to use a blocked off path to chuck empty crates at the checkered pair. Despite it being cheap, it was a good tactic he had to admit. However the crunching sound of metal being compacted into a small marble was enough to explain the results.

Or the large cluster sunstone charged relics that decapitated the other opponent. The head landing in the water separating them with a nice splash. Taking a few steps back after reclaiming his parts, Knack leapt over the guards rail to the other side. "Woohoo!" As Jodari followed the golem with a large jump. The raven easily made it across the opposite rail while Knack grabbed onto the wall.

"Here you go!" Jodari said, helping Knack over the rail. "Thanks." The golem thanked, earning a smile from the young man. Following Knack since he knew the way, the duo encountered three more robots. Only one had a weapon which was another baton rod. Not so hard for the two males to destroy.

"Vibrant Drill Overdrive!" Jodari spun his yoyo into the chest with a bare fisted robot. The toy being charged with Hamon and a mixture transformed it into a spiral drill. This drill tore through the circuitry and metal plating with ease. He wasn't finished though. The yoyo ran a loop around the dead machine through the hole in its chest before effectively wrapping around. "Clutch!"

Jodari then turned at Knack. The relic golem was busy fighting the mechanical staff user but was unaware of the other robot to strike him in the back. "Crimson Revenge Overdrive!" Yelled the raven haired male before tossing the lifeless robotic shell at its former comrade. Mechanical junk began to spiral in vicious red into makeshift top, drilling into Knack's sneak attacker much to the golem's surprise.

"Be careful Red~ You're enemies won't play fair and square. Rather not have my new friend get hurt." Jodari responded softly with a small flirtatious tone. Knack merely gave him a smile and a thumbs up. Cheering could be heard from outside the garden. Apparently the Doctor's guests were enjoying watching the two gladiators wipe out their opponents in style.

Jodari wasn't just enjoying the destruction but he was enjoying the show the golem was putting. Seeing the golem bulk up with relics to increase his size was an incredible sight. He wouldn't lie that he liked guys who were bigger than him. After all, they give the best hugs and cuddles. And Jodari was just ready to give the now 9'7 golem a big ol' hug.

It wasn't long to reach the car lot. The car lot was the halfway point to the end of the garden. Knack had already trashed the robot there with a nice drop kick to the face. However, it seemed a bit too easy for the raven's liking. His suspicion was answered when two of those walking fridge Goliaths he spotted jump down in front of them.

Their hands were way too big to be a normal function, or the fact they were eyeing the cars parked here. "Son of a bitch! Guess I have no choice. Yo Knack, get behind me. I rather not accidentally hit you." Jodari warned. The golem was about to question the raven only to notice how different he seemed.

His eyes were hardened instead of the carefree brightness he saw earlier. A bright reddish violet aura burning around him. Knack didn't question Jodari's words and walked behind the man. "Everyone's got a fighting spirit. Some are weak while some are strong. However, for those whose spirit burns than the sun, it can take a physical form." The raven started.

Raising his right hand to his head and clutched it with his claws. A mad grin tearing across his face as the aura around him exploded in a large burning haze. "The Star! The 17th card of the Tarot Deck's Major Arcana. It symbolizes hope, optitism, and faith for those it blesses and despair to those who oppose it!"

"Take form, the spirit that burns brightly from my starlit soul! Roar to the heavens and show the light that survived absolute disaster! This is my true power! Behold my Stand: Star Platinum Ruin!!!" With a raise of his left hand to the sky, the world around Jodari exploded in a blast of light as a pillar of light shot skyward.

No one expected what would happen next. The violet aura around Jodari separated from bed taking an actual physical form. This aura soon took the shape as what you can describe as an ancient Aztec warrior. Skin a bright violet with a lavender inner tone across his large bulky frame decorated by golden wavy lines spanning down the chest, arms and legs.

Large mane of smoky black hair that waved constantly as if it was pure fire. Bright burning blue eye, a white loincloth but the biggest focal point was what the rest of his body and clothing were made of. They were crafted from pure relics and Sunstones. The left eye was black oval stone amongst the remaining white, ears were just like Knack's but attached to the head, two large gold tusks on the side of his plump lips, red string stone eyebrows paired with a gold circlet and a blue jewel to it but another on his forehead.

Gold and blue jewel necklace that made up part of the neck, two triangular blue jewels on the upper top of his abs, shoulder pads made of pure flat carved Sunstone with red and violet spikes jagged out of it, the center of the arms made out of block stone and gold relics, the outer sides having small wings made out of 6 purple, gold and red relic pieces before ending with yellow Sunstone knife like shards.

Right hand a full trapezoid tan relic with claws made out of red, violet and small gold pieces, left hand fingernails made out of red relics with a gold studded black fingerless glove. A kilt made out of jagged purple and red relics with pieces on the back floating separately, knees made out of tan and gold relics with an aquamarine jewel in the center, floating red back spikes, gold trapezoid shaped feet with three purple and red front claws and one back claw.

The spirit or Star Platinum was large, almost as big as Knack but a foot shorter but the golem could feel it. Immense power pouring from this entity but also some sort of connection. Almost if he was part of Knack himself. Then the entity spoke or to be precise, roared.

"OOORRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!" Star Platinum Ruin howled voice sounding like a mixture of both Knack and Jodari with a bit of static like distortion to it. Feeling threatened, both robots went to grab a car. Too bad they didn't realize how fast this new being was. One second, the left Goliath was fine, then the next it had a large hole in it with Star's arm through it. Knack pitied the second robot for what happened next.

"ORAORAORAORAORA!!" Came an onslaught of punches from the Stand. The bulky machine was form to pieces with every brutal punch, metal scraps flying everywhere until the machine dropped dead. The Goliath was reduced to nothing but few pieces of scrap metal. "Ora!" Star roared in triumph.

"Holy shit." Was all Knack could say at the sight. Jodari and his Stand looked at Knack, the raven had a smile while the hybrid had a look of curiosity on his face. "Come on, Red~ We still have halfway to go. Star Platinum Ruin will be fighting in my place for the rest. Wouldn't be fair to pull him back just for two robots, right, Star?" Jodari said looking at the spirit in question.

"Ora!" The purple goliath chirped with a nod. He seemed very pleased from the odd man's consideration. Regaining his voice from the huge surprise, the golem finally spoke. "Sure. You got it partner. I'll do my best to help out." Knack answered, earning a smile from Jodari.

Making it to the end of the garden wasn't hard with the inclusion of Star Platinum Ruin. The Stand, Knack believes is what Jodari called him, was insanely powerful. Star was fast, tearing apart Viktor's machines left and right with either his fists or claws. Not even one of Viktor's mechanical menaces could so much as touch much less hurt the violet skinned berserker.

He was kind to leave enemies for Knack to fight on his own while keeping the rest from sneak attacking him. Jodari was being his odd self… taking out a flask of alcohol (where did he even get that Knack would never know) and chugging it down while singing Camptown Races.

Finding the end of the garden didn't really take long. The key mark to it is the stone statue of a beautiful woman. A memorial crafted by the Doctor for someone he cared about the most but lost a long time ago. Knack had grown around 13 ft in size at the moment before looking at his strange human companion.

Jodari had stopped singing and drinking. The man merely looked at the statue with honest empathy before walking up to it, Star Platinum Ruin following. The raven stood in front of it before closing his eyes and placing his hands together, Star following suit. Knack knew what he was doing, Jodari was giving a silent prayer, a respect to the fallen.

It was a sincere and beautiful moment, however it became one that would soon rot. One of Viktor's robots had emerged in the garden and aimed its gun at them. It started shooting medium balls of green plasma with no hesitation. Quick to act, Knack ran over to Jodari and pulled him out of the way. A stray shot hitting the base of the statue.

Looks of horror spread on both the Doctor and Jodari, a loud cry of 'No' echoing from outside the garden. A cry came out of Jodari's throat, a phrase Knack didn't recognize. "Za Warudo Riwaindo(The World Rewind/Rewind The World)!!!" Everything around them suddenly greyed out before everything just stopped in place.

Yet, Knack, Star Platinum and Jodari were unaffected. Jodari was immediately shocked at what was going on but Star didn't seem to be. It's almost if the Stand knew...no he was doing this. Next thing other of them knew, their bodies began moving to previous positions, alongside everything else. 'We're...going back in time!!!' The golem thought in pure astonishment.

They then found themselves in their previous spots, 30 seconds before Viktor's robot appeared and attacked. Knack was stunned beyond belief but immediately shook it off hearing the familiar hum of circuitry. Without a thought, the golem spun around and delivered a Falcon Punch into the robot that would've attacked in the past.

The fist decapitating the attacker while it's head went flying to the opposite side of the garden. Jodari spun onto his feet looking up to see more of the drones, ready to drop down on them from the sky. Aiming the small flask of liquor and giving Star three metal ball droppings. "Blackhole Overdrive!!" A shot of spiralling alcohol came out of the flask like a rocket.

Star Platinum Ruin flicked one of the metal droppings with his finger, the item went airborne at the speed of a bullet despite the little movement used. The liquor shot tearing through the chest plate of one Goliath while the metal ball pulverized the head of the other. Both bodies of lifeless dropping down to the ground with a heavy thud.

Two more Goliaths, both with installed cannons came flying from the garden over to their current spot. This was the last wave of machines. "One more push, Star Platinum Ruin! Time to shine bright as the stars above! Knack!" The golem looked at the raven. "Toss me into the air!" Knack looked at Jodari for a moment before nodding.

Picking up the raven, Knack threw Jodari right at the two airborne machines. "Raise your graceful wings, my precious star!" The relic wings on the Stand's arms immediately spread forth, Sunstone energy began to channel between the pieces. What came from it was a large glowing pair of golden Phoenix Wings.

"Saki Spiral!" Channeling Spin into his flask, the raven sent it forward, Star Platinum following by tossing the two remaining metal bearings. The clear liquid created multiple spirals of Saki in two groups from the bearings that grew in the air and with a spark of Jodari's Hamon, they ignited into twin tunnels of fire. Star Platinum Ruin grabbed onto Jodari's arms as the young man shifted into a kicking position with a quickly growing rotation, the Stand sinking into his body with the wings now spread across his host's body.

"Ultimate Technique: Rising Phoenix Overdrive!!!" Jodari roared, now an angelic drill fire and burning rings, with all his might. The raven drilled through the robot in his range and tore a massive hole into it, however it wasn't what finished the machines off. The spirals of fire he created had grown in a viciously large vortex as they travelled, swallowing the remaining robots within its maw.

Using the wings of his Stand, the amnesiac raven descended down like an angel that flew out of battle in triumph, a large explosion of golden fire exploding in the sky. He stood up as the rest of his Stand dissipated before looking at Knack, with the biggest grin on his face. "That was a blast! Looks like we're in!" Knack couldn't help but laugh.

This adventure was going to be very interesting and very bizarre.

This is Knack if you haven't seen him.