#When it was shoved into his head (unintentionally but still) that being a perfect lab rat was his life now

[lilxberry]

That’s My Girl - Scott Lang

Requested by: @bnhaxreaderquotes​

Could I have a Scott Lang x longterm girlfriend fic?? Where she’s like super strong but super dumb?? Like she’s Thor but human and female XD bonus if she lifts Thor’s hammer to get to something and everyone’s like 👀 and she’s like ??? And scots like 🥰 “that’s my gf”

I loved this idea, I just really didn’t want to use the word stupid so much lmao I mostly referred to reader as “slow” I believe but like, this whole thing is kinda cute asf so I’m happy with it. I hope you’re happy with it too

Warnings: Like, a singular swear. Sweet ass Scott. Upset!Reader? IDEK ANYMORE.

Words: 1,645

Pairings: Scott Lang x Reader (female reader) (super strong reader?)

Unplanned sequel; That’s My Wife

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There’re many words to describe you.

Sweet? Yes. Kind? Yep. Selfless? Definitely. Beautiful? 100%. Strong? No doubt.

Stupid?

No, just…slow.

It’s not that you lacked intelligence, just, your brain worked at a different pace to that of others. Your fellow teammates could tell you that. Especially your partner Scott.

Scott, the sweetie pie that he is, certainly tries his best to help you catch up, to understand things that hadn’t really made sense to you at first. He’s no stranger to defending you either, no matter who or what it’s against.

Including your teammates.

“So, like C-3P0?”

Your head was tilted in confusion and your face was scrunched up as you tried desperately to understand what Tony was talking about.

You had walked into the lab finding all of the Avengers surrounding Tony rambling on about his newest creation, engineering some crazy new robotic tech. The others that had been subjected to his showcasing had explained to you that he’d called them in, forced them to watch the unveiling of Frankenstarks newest monster.

When you had asked why you hadn’t been called in, you’d missed the way Tony and the others tensed up. They knew that you wouldn’t understand a word Stark was speaking, as if the man were speaking some foreign language to you, but they didn’t want to explain that it was because you were ‘dense’.

The heaven-sent that is Scott stepped forward, a big, bright smile on his face as he entwined his fingers with your own as he came up with an excuse for the billionaire, saving Starks’ skin and sparing your feelings.

“He thought you’d find it boring. We all do to be honest honey but only so many of us are lucky enough to have an out,” was the sugar-coated explanation he conjured up on the spot.

You bought it easily, nodding in understanding with the sweetest of smiles before reaching up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. The others visibly relaxed, though you were oblivious as you stared up at Scott with a love-sick expression.

You had then gone on to ask what exactly it was that Tony had been working on which had led to a longwinded explanation with wild gestures and a heap of words you certainly didn’t understand whatsoever. Truth be told, he’d lost you within the first sentence.

Tony heaved a sigh. “No, not like C-3P0. The design is completely different and the level of A.I. being used it higher than that of C-3P0,” he spoke exasperatedly, a mocking tone taking over his tone near the end.

Feeling even more confused that what you had originally felt, you tried once more to understand.

“So…like Vision?”

Sam snorted as majority of the others smirked or tried to supress their smiles, Vision unsurprisingly seemed stoic as ever. Tony, on the other hand, had a look of genuine surprise. Almost looking proud.

“Uh, yeah, actually. You worked that out a lot faster than I thought you would honestly,” Tony said as an off-handed comment causing the others to still and Scott to tense slightly beside you while your brows furrowed.

“What’d you mean?”

Scott once again interjected to save the day, dragging your attention to him instead. “None of us really got it, that’s all. I’m pretty sure Thor still doesn’t, honestly.” He whispered the last part as he pointed his thumb towards the towering, blonde Asgardian.

Although your heart fluttered at the thought of Scott trying to be so sweet and kind to you, you couldn’t help the hurt that spread through you. You knew how the others viewed you, how they thought you were stupid, how you don’t understand anything.

Rather than show it affected you, you forced a smile on to your face and a tiny giggle to pass your lips.

Glancing at the others before allowing your eyes to fall back on to your boyfriend, you kept the feigned smile on your lips as you spoke. “I just remembered I gotta load of stuff to do. I’ll see you guys later.”

Scott flashed you his pearly whites in a wide smile before pecking your forehead and giving you a quiet “Sure babe.”

Walking backwards, you called out loudly to the group before exiting the room. “Have fun with Vision 2.0.”

Usually, when the team unintentionally commented on you in such a way, it would never really affect in such a negative way but today, it was just a series of failure after failure, your day all-round being bad.

From the comment in the lab, to the accidental breaking of a trainee’s arm due to you forgetting the strength you held over others, to Steve and Bucky taking the last of the coffee in the pot of the coffee machine which you had no idea how to work.

You had even bumped into someone in the hallway, the file you had been carrying falling to the ground and the papers inside scattering across the floor in disarray, leaving you to try reorganising the lot, taking a whole hour and a half.

It’s unfortunate that the person to be at the end of your disgruntled mood would be someone who you strongly considered a friend.

The Avengers who were currently residing at the compound were all scattered within the main living area and the open kitchen when you walked in, looking dishevelled as you frantically searched for a package that you had been notified had been delivered.

Walking through, you looked to see if the damn thing was atop any table you passed. Hell, you even lifted one of the chairs slightly to see if someone was cruel enough to hide the thing under it.

Although everyone had opted to watch you curiously, it was your sweet Scott to break the silence.

“Hey honey, whatcha’ doing there?” he asked curiously.

You grumbled out your answer, honestly ready for the day to be over with. “I’m looking for my delivery.”

Sam snorted before pointing towards the island in the centre of the kitchen. “You mean that massive package right there?”

Low and behold, there sat your package on top of the cool, marble surface, just with an added feature. You scowled, storming over towards the thing. You turned your fiery gaze to Thor, who was overall minding his own business chowing down on the entire contents of a Pop Tart box.

“WHY DID YOU PUT YOUR HAMMER ON MY FUCKING DELIVERY?!” You roared out, everyone’s eyes widened in complete and utter shock, Thor even jumped at the sudden loud booming. As he opened and reclosed his mouth repeatedly in a pathetic attempt to say something, anything, you continued.

“There could’ve been something really important in there! Or-or super fragile or something! What if you broke it?!”

During your explosion at the poor Asgardian, you happened to grasp the handle of Mjölnir and lift it with ease, causing everyone’s eyes to widen further and even a few mouths to drop open, gaping at the sight in front of them, Tony choking on his drink that he had been taking a sip of. Although Scott was just as shocked as those around him, he more so looked like a small child who’s completely wonder-struck, a twinkle in his eye.

“Never, and I mean NEVER, put your hammer on my damn things again. GOT IT?!” You shoved the hammer into Thors’ chest harshly, causing him to fumble to get a hold of it.

Once certain he had a tight grasp on the thing, you released your hold and spun on the spot, now becoming witness to everyone’s flabbergasted expressions. “WHAT?” you asked in exasperation and confusion, today completely tiring you out mentally and emotionally.

A pregnant silence befell you all before Scott suddenly jumped out of his seat, face ecstatic, arms raised high into the air above his head, hands balled up into fists, a loud and excited shout escaping him.

“YES!”

“You-you’re worthy?” Thor asked quietly to no one in particular.

Your brows furrowed deeply, now entirely confused and ever so slightly self-conscious. “What?”

“You’re worthy babe! Hell yeah! Up top!” he had made his way over towards you, now one arm raised with his hand now relaxed, waiting on you to give him a high five.

“I’m not following…”

“Only Thor could lift the hammer ‘cause he was the only one who’s worthy or whatever. It’s like impossible for anyone else to lift it,” Clint started to explain before being cut off by Natasha.

“Until you, that is. You’re the only other one whose been able to lift it.”

“Oh,” was all you said before shrugging your shoulders and waddling your way past Scott and towards your package on the kitchen island, picking it up and beginning to walk away.

Before you left though, you thought this to be the perfect opportunity to finally boast about something that you had been able to do that the others couldn’t. “Well, I may be stupid but at least I don’t put my back out by trying to lift a little hammer.”

You smirked as you continued to walk away, your destination being your room, package what would be heavy to most in your arms. Scott laughed loudly, something you could hear as you continued to retreat to your bedroom.

Meanwhile…

“HELL YEAH! THAT’S MY GIRL! WOO!” Scott began to follow after you, still shouting out every single word he spoke. “HONEY! THAT WAS LIKE THE COOLEST THING EVER! DID YOU SEE THEIR FACES?! Oh man, I can’t wait to tell Cass. SHE’S GONNA FREAK!”

The Avengers were still suck in their retrieves of shock, all unmoving, all trying to process the newfound information that you could lift the hammer.

Thor seemed to be taking it the worst, looking ever so slightly frightened, gulping loudly.

“I believe I have new matters to discuss with my father...”

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I love any Paul Rudd character just as much as him

I even have a t-shirt with his beautiful ass face on lmao

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Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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@thanossexual

[scornedlove]

Chapter Seventeen

Robyn

It was happening again. After almost a year of not having crazy dreams, I was having nightmares again.

This time, I dreamt I was getting married. I was walking down the aisle with happy tears because everything was so beautiful and all my friends and family were there. When my veil was lifted, I was standing in front of Chris. We say our vows and kiss. When we turn and face the crowd, everyone stands up and applauds except for Melanie, who is shaking her head with her arms crossed and a pregnant woman in the front row, who looks too big to stand, even if she wanted to. She’s sitting next to Joyce with her head down and her shoulders are shaking as if she’s crying. I squeeze Chris’ hand tighter to grab his attention and point the woman out to him, but when I look back at her, she’s gone. We walk down the aisle and out of the church to a motorcycle that has just married on the back of it, with ribbon and flowers flowing down the back. We both hop on the motorcycle while everyone’s yelling congratulations and blowing kisses at us. Before pulling off, Chris decides to pop a wheely and I fall off the motorcycle in my big ass, white gown, so I’m standing there yelling at him while he’s still driving. Then, in front of my eyes, a truck crashes into to him, and my eyes pop open. It was a horrible nightmare and I always woke up just as the truck crashes into him.

It was like hearing from Chris resurfaced energy it took me forever to bury. Maybe it was because I unintentionally stood him up. With everything that was going on with Rayven, I had completely forgotten about Chris that entire week. By the time I remembered, it felt foolish to try and apologize a week later, so I didn’t.

Nevertheless, today was the third time I’ve had this dream in the past month and each time I was in bed with Dre, thank God he didn’t wake up this time. It took him a week to stop asking me if I was okay the last time, when he witnessed the night sweats. 

Instead of having breakfast with Dre, like I usually did after crashing at his place, I decided to get up and get an early start on my day. I joined a gym in my neighborhood a few weeks ago and had been coming three days a week since.

It was a nice, comfortable environment and I'd already met a cool chick who was on a strict workout plan, preparing to be a bridesmaid in her friend’s wedding. She was usually halfway through her session when I got there, but that didn't stop us from having a little friendly competition.

"Good morning Robyn. You're here earlier than usual” she smiled brightly as sweat glistened on her forehead.

“Mornin Katy” I replied, as I shoved my glasses, hat, and phone in a locker.

“I’ve already done my six miles, thanks to that B12 injection I got yesterday" she announced, following me to the floor and sitting on the squat machine next to me. “I’m telling you, that stuff is a game changer, and I’m gonna need all the energy I can get, so I can be nice and tight for that dress.”

"I absolutely hate injections and needles” I frowned at the thought “Well...unless I’m getting a tattoo” 

“I swear people who have the most tattoos are the most pussy when it comes to injections” she laughed shaking her head. “What’s up though? You seem kind of down today?”

“I’m just a little tired” I replied, forcing a smile as I put some ten-pound weights on the bars.

“Oh, our eye candy isn’t here yet. He usually wakes you up, you seem to sweat a little harder on the days he’s here” she teased, referring to one of the trainers.

“Yeah, his smile sure does give me a little picker upper” I grinned, thinking of the last time he was here. He was training some girl who already had a perfect body, probably a model, and it was funny to watch him sweat as she kept bending over directly in front of him, obviously wanting a different kind of workout.

“Speak of the sexy little devil, here he comes now” she nodded towards the entrance.

“How are you ladies today?” he asked with a smile, locking eyes with me as he walked past us. 

“Oh, we’re good now that you’re here” Katy winked and I could see his cheeks turn a little pink as he chuckled softly, but kept it moving.

“You are pitiful, leave that baby alone. I’m sure he gets enough of that from these tiny little 'models' he’s always training. I would be jumping at the chance to have him as a trainer too, if he were a decade older” I laughed. We worked out together for another half hour, people watching and laughing about the ones who were obviously here just to post it on social media.

After Katy left, I jogged three miles of my own, then hit the showers. I always felt ten times better after my workout, it put me in a singing mood. Today’s jam was ‘Girl on Fire’ by Alicia Keys.

“You have a beautiful voice” someone pointed out, scaring the shit outta me while I was digging for lotion in my locker. I thought I was the only one in the locker room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” he grinned at how hard I jumped.

“Boy, do you know I could’ve slapped the shit outta you” I replied, clutching my chest.

“Who’s to say I wouldn’t have enjoyed it?” he asked raising his eyebrow.

“Don’t do that” I ordered, pulling the rest of my things from my locker.

“What?” he asked confused.

“Don’t flirt with me. I’m old enough to be your mama, or at least ya damn auntie” I replied, and he burst into laughter.

“You’re hella gorgeous and funny. I like that”

“Thank you” I smiled as our eyes connected.

"That was a nice workout you did today, but when you're ready for the real deal, let Quincy know” he stated, patting his chest. “I can help you on your form" He licked his lips, then proceeded to undress me with his eyes, and that was my cue to leave.

“Enjoy the rest of your day Quincy, and try not to scare the shit outta anyone else” I called over my shoulder.

After the gym, I had a doctor’s appointment to rush to. I was beyond nervous because I was here for lab results. I came a few days ago for a routine pap smear, but ended up getting a lot of other testing done too. I was wondering if it was possible for me to get pregnant again, even though I wasn't planning on it anytime soon. It’s just something that’s been heavy on my heart, so I wanted answers.

My palms were sweaty and my stomach churned as I waited for the doctor to come in. I just felt bad news coming and it made me anxious.

"Hey Mrs. Fenty, how are you doing today?

"Nervous"

"Well I have the answers to your questions right here" he stated, flipping through a stack of papers.

He went over my lab results and hysteroscopy with me and broke everything down to simpler terms.

"So overall, you're healthy. Your uterus did sustain a lot of scar tissue from the previous injury, which dramatically lowers your chances of being able to carry a baby again"

"what does that mean?"

"you will probably have no problem getting pregnant, but it's not very likely you'll ever make it past the first trimester again. If you and your husband are considering kids, it may be better to use a surrogate"

"Oh no, I just wanted to know. I'm not married and I'm not trying to get pregnant, I just wanted to know where I stood"

"Well if you ever decide to go that route, let me know. I know a good doctor"

I was supposed to have dinner with Dre and his mom tonight, but after my appointment, I wasn't in the mood to slap on a fake smile. Dre reads through that shit instantly, which means I would have to explain why I was in a sour mood. So instead, I went home and drank a bottle of Chardonnay to myself. This is the closest you get to a pity party" I told myself as I rolled a blunt. 

I took it easy the rest of the weekend. I just sat at home with Ollie and Pepe, watching TV and eating junk. When Monday morning came, I'd gotten all the pity out of my system and was ready to work off that extra 5 pounds I gained overnight.

"Good morning. Are you ready to work on that form?" Quincy greeted me bright and early with that big ass smile he always had. It was eerily quiet with only one other person working out this morning, but that didn’t make him any less jolly.

"As a matter of fact, I am" I replied, catching him off guard. Still, that didn't stop him from coming through with the good advice. We had a thirty-minute session, but when it was over, I was drenched in sweat.

I walked a couple of miles to cool down then took at quick shower so I could avoid rush hour on the way to work. John was a good driver, but no one stood a chance against rush hour traffic.

"Thanks for the pointers today" I smiled when Quincy walked in the locker room. “I really feel the burn” 

"My pleasure" he smiled, licking his lips. I swear he was doing that shit on purpose.

“Do you mind helping me out with my necklace?" I asked, after it slipped through my fingers for the third time.

"Of course" he replied, taking it in his hand and putting it around my neck. "You smell really good"

"Thanks"

“No problem” he whispered so softly, that he made the hairs on the back of my neck stand and sent shivers down my spine. My body shook involuntarily causing me to bump into him and I accidentally felt his manhood.

“Oh my God. I’m sorry. That tickled and I got the chills, I’m so sorry” I apologized repeatedly. I was embarrassed, but more impressed than anything. He had basketball shorts on so I felt everything. I couldn’t believe it was rock hard and a nice size at that.

“Hey girl, I woke up late today and-” Katy immediately paused, feeling the tension in the air.

“It was good working with you today, let me know when you’re ready for more” Quincy winked, leaving me to face Katy’s curious expression, and adding even more to the flame with that wink.

Chris

“Wow. This is beautiful. What do you call it?” Tae asked, as soon as we entered my bedroom. She came to the city this weekend, for my art exhibition and couldn’t get enough. She wanted to see more, so I invited her over to see some of the things I painted in my new home.

“Monster. I painted this in one night. I couldn’t sleep, so I found myself painting with no end in mind, this was the finished product” I explained.

“You are really talented. Her eyes are so intense” she continued in awe. “And look at her lips”

“Look at your lips” I replied, licking my own, then leaning in and kissing hers. It was bold, but I could tell she wanted it, because she wasted no time slipping her tongue in my mouth.

“Damn” she grinned, after I pulled back. “That was unexpected”

“In a bad way or a good way?”

“In a great way, but I might as well tell you now. I’m celibate, so that’s about as far as you’re gonna get without a ring on my finger”

“Whoa, I wish you would’ve told me that sooner. Now I feel like I crossed the line, and I don’t want to disrespect you”

“No, that was nice. I just don’t want you getting any other ideas” she laughed playfully, as her phone began to vibrate. She took it out, replied to a text, and put it back in her pocket for the hundredth time today.

“You must be a popular lady” I teased. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know” she replied, leaning in and kissing me this time.

“Naw, you can’t be doing stuff like that. That’s not fair” I quickly shook my head, as the alarm chimed, signaling that someone just came in the house. 

I knew it wasn’t Anthony, he wasn’t supposed to be back for another few hours, so I jumped up and ran down the hall to find out who it was.

“Chris!" Mama called out as I jogged down the stairs.

"Hey mama, what's up? You always call before you come"

"I have something to tell you” she began, getting straight to the point. 

“This must be some serious stuff for you to drive all the way over here” I chuckled.

“We need to sit down” she sighed walking to the living room and sitting on the sofa. 

“You okay?” I asked and she nodded. “What’s going on mama? Don’t tell me I’m gonna have to beat Richard’s ass”

“What? No Chris” she rolled her eyes. “This is going to be a lot to process, and I’m sorry I never told you this before. I had a baby when you were six. I was going through a lot at the time, and I couldn’t handle another child, so I gave him up for adoption"

"Wow...wait. Why are you telling me now?"

"He showed up at my doorstep a couple of months ago. I thought the records were sealed, but he found me. We’ve been spending some time together, but he wanted to be sure about the paternity before taking our relationship any further, so we had a DNA test done and I got the results today. He's really my baby boy” she whispered, clutching the papers to her chest.

“Wow Ma. I don't even know what to say right now?” I stared at her, lost for words. “I’m surprised you could go all this time without telling me something like this”

"It’s not something I was proud of, you know. I didn't think about the possibility of him wanting to know me after all this time, and there were so many feelings surrounding my pregnancy, that I hoped to never have to explain, so I forced myself to live with my decision"

"What do you mean"

"He came out looking just like his dad, and I couldn't live with that at the time”

“Wait, you said ‘his’ dad, so that means...”

“Yes, you two have different fathers. Anyway, I told him he has a brother and he's been wanting to meet you. I thought it would be best if we knew the DNA results first, so now that they're here, I thought we could all have dinner tonight at my house”

“Of course, if I have a brother out there, I definitely want to meet him” I nodded adamantly.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’m going to get going Chris” Tae announced. 

“I’m so sorry, Tae. This is my mom, Joyce. Mama, this is Lashontae. She’s Lala’s maid of honor”

"You are gorgeous Lashontae” Mama complimented, shaking her hand. “Chris, you should’ve told me you have company.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I see you have family stuff going on, so I think I should go”

“Nonsense honey. I didn’t mean to interrupt what you two had going on. I’m going to get going, I have to get to the supermarket. I’ll see you later Chris” Mama smiled. “It was good to meet you Lashontae, you’re welcome to join us for dinner later” she added on her way out.

“Aww, you look so much like your mom, and she’s super sweet” Tae grinned.

“Thank you. You’re not leaving yet, are you?”

“Well, I kind of overheard your mom, I figured you might want some privacy, so I was going to head back to Lala’s.” Tae replied.

“Please stay and join us tonight. Mama can really cook, I promise you won’t be disappointed” 

“I'm sure she can, I just don’t want to impose on something so private”

“Stop it. I want you to be there. It’s not like I can just come swoop you up whenever I want to chill with you, so I want to make the most of the time you do get to spend out here”

“Okay, under one circumstance”

“What’s that?” I asked, hoping it was reasonable.

“I want you to paint something for me” she smiled.

“I should’ve known” I smirked. She was legit a fan of mine and that alone turned me on. The fact that she was celibate also ignited a fire in me. Everything about her was too perfect, and I couldn’t believe luck was on my side with this one. She was beautiful with a banging body, had brains, and was successful in her career.  I couldn’t help but wonder if she had any secrets in her closet, only time will tell. 

[artist-in-training-wheels]

‘A tale of two curses and their bearer’

Hello everyone, as you may (or may not) remember I posted this picture not too long ago! So I finally finished the first chapter (partly through the second) and I thought, ‘why not post it for those who are interested!’ So here you go, Chapter 1 (click the keep reading, it’s VERY long)

Otherwise, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Do you have a final wish? Say it now…

Our tale begins with a family of five. The father, Albert Charles Mizuky, is a very well-known scientist; specifically in the studies of… well… we will talk about them later. Next is the mother, Clara Amelia Mizuky, a professional dancer well known in the acting industry. The third is the eldest child, Ann Elizabeth Mizuky, a well-known doctor (of most medical fields), especially by children! Fourth is a twin brother, Elmo Pumba Mizuky, a part-time comedian with a hobby of making comics! Finally, the twin sister, youngest by a minute, is Aurora Isa Mizuky; she is a quiet girl with no… ‘Talent’.

The head of this family, Albert, is a man of little emotions and a bit of a workaholic, (there have been times where he was literally pulled away from work…), he comes from an abusive family, and the mother was a drug addict often charged for possession of drugs. The father was almost never home, and when he was, well… let’s just say Albert often left the house with injuries. When asked the father would state ‘there was an accident and he got hurt! The boy should’ve known better!’ These ‘accidents’ lead to the blinding of his right eye which now has a scar over it, the loss of both his hands (which were replaced with robotic hands) and “Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder” or PTSD which lead to him having ‘episodes’.

Now the man himself has jet-black hair, messy but at the same time neat, he also bears a mustache! He has emerald green eyes; the right eye is bit cloudy because of the accident. He also has a scar over that blind eye; it is more of a zigzag mark. With his pale skin, he looks very good for his age, which is Fifty-five. During his ‘episodes’ his eyes seem to shrink and he will break anything and everything around him. One time when Ann was five, he had shoved Ann into the wall, resulting in a concussion and he has also hurt many others but we’ll get to that later. The quickest way to calm him down his to have his wife, Clara, step in and ‘work her magic’ as she says it.

Speaking of Clara, she is what many call ‘eye candy’. She is a slender female with blond hair and ocean blue eyes. Her hair, while very curly and beautiful, can become nappy fast, however! When she was younger her mother left, her dad said she was in a better place, at the time she didn’t understand why she left but thought that if she became well known that she would come back. Therefore, she dedicated all her time to dance and ballet. Even after discovering the dark truth of what happened to her mother, she kept dancing.

Even though she aimed to be a dancer, she also became two other things: an actor and a mother! An actor because she is flexible and good acting (she knows how to be emotional because she is emotional). A mother because of the three children she has, she does her best to be the mother that she never had, and if you ask anyone that knows the kids personally, they would say she did a perfect job! Therefore, at the age of fifty-one, pulling off the look of twenty-eight years old, her slightly tanned skin seems to do wonders for her!

Moving on to the next family member, we have the eldest child who is 20, Ann Elizabeth Mizuky. After the accident with her father, Ann became determined to be a doctor and help her family and friends in any which way they can! She became the world’s youngest doctor at age 17! She is also very well known among many patients, especially among children. This generally shocks many people because Ann is a very serious individual! When people ask her how she is so good with children, she just states ‘I looked after twins when I was ten. So I guess I developed a kid-friendly aura’. Speaking of them after her little brother and sister were born when she was ten, she started looking for a place in the three-story house that they all call home to hide during their father’s episodes. She is very protective of her little siblings (so don’t mess with them… unless you know of another doctor).

The girl states that she is gender fluid and goes by ‘they’ and ‘them’. However, she does go by ‘she’ and ‘her’ to not confuse the kids and professionals. Her family is supportive of this and she is very happy about it! She’s often told that she looks like a fusion between her mother and father! She has her mother’s hair and skin, while she also has her father’s eyes and posture. She has stated it many times; she could care less about her hair so it’s normally seen in a bun or ponytail. Therefore, she is doing very well for the age of 24!

Next in line is the oldest twin, at age 11, Elmo Pumba Mizuky! Elmo is a very humorous boy able to put a smile on most faces he talks to, because of this, he declared that he wanted to be a comedian! However, he does enjoy doing webcomics, that’s more of a hobby. However, by far, his favorite thing to do for fun is ‘twin day’ with his sister! They look so much alike that people mistake them for the other when they aren’t even trying! Though once you know the two you can tell (a bit more easily) who is who! On ‘twin-day’, they generally wear a t-shirt red, loose jean, and their hair is pulled back into a ponytail.

Finally the youngest by a minute, also 11, Aurora Isa Mizuky. She is a very quiet female; she generally keeps to herself and doesn’t talk to others. The two twins share long (and I mean LONG it’s to the knees!) jet black hair and have a similar body structure. She doesn’t have a ‘talent’ and/or a hobby, and by that, I mean she does not have an idea as to what she wants to be when she grows up. She simply does not have an… ‘Interest’ in anything. Albert doesn’t like this, he hates this, in fact, and he’s always trying to push her to do very different things. From Quantum Physics to daycare, he’s trying everything. One day however he snapped, during one of his episodes he backhanded on her cheek (very hard across the face it left a mark! (cause its metal, sharp metal, and he has a ring on his left finger), telling her that she’s ‘ useless’, a ‘waste of space’, and a ‘disgrace’, going on to saying that he wants her dead but Clare is the only reason that she is still in the house and with that last name. That had happened a little over a month ago, and things are still tense, nobody can really get a sound out of Aurora. She has been silent ever since and at times she has snuck up on people, unintentionally of course but not the point. Her brother and sister could get some words out of her every now and then but not much (and that’s only on a good day).

Now seeing, as the family is very successful, the children have never been to a public or private school so everyone was and currently being homeschooled. (Except for Ann who went to an elite college for doctors), today was a free day for the youngest twins, seeing as Elmo was sick and Ann was taking care of him so, Albert decided that Aurora will come with him to work today. The family has been there many times before so they know where to and not to go, what not to touch and what is safe to touch.

Seeing as Albert wakes up early to head to work, Aurora wasn’t exactly prepared to get up and put clothes on. Therefore, she is currently in a light blue-shirt under an amber red oversized sweater with purple edges. She wore some loose jeans and sneakers, not her best outfit but it’ll do. Albert had his outfit already set up; a white collared shirt, brown dress pants, blue tie, and his lab coat, all yarned. The car ride there was silent, neither wanting to speak for different reasons. Once they arrived, Aurora was told not to interrupt Albert’s work no matter what.

While everyone was working, Aurora was exploring the lab she came across this room with a keypad lock (which she knew the code too). She looked through the window and saw a dark room that had two containers in it, the containers were connected to many things in the room and only one tube towards the top connected the two containers. The wires on the floor were glowing all different kinds of colors from purple to chartreuse. In the containers were two blobs one completely black and the other purely white. Intrigued by this Aurora decides to go into the room; she went over to the door and typed in the code, 5-5-2-1-1, the second digit of the family’s age! It’s so easy to remember!

The door clicks open and Aurora enters closing the door behind her, she cannot really see anything, sadly the window is one-way so she approaches the two containers. As she does so she tries to look around see what’s in the room, however it’s very dark (darker than she thought) so she really can’t see anything except for the containers (which have lights in them, light blue in the right and light purple in the left) and some of the connected tubes were glowing as well (she made sure not to step on those!).

She soon stood in front of the two containers she looked around to try and find something that stated their names. However, she couldn’t find anything, with a sigh she looked at the containers (more specifically the blobs) and crossed her arms tilting her head. ‘What are you two?’ She thought to herself glancing between the two floating blobs, what she would never have expected, was a response.

‘Our names are unknown however we are known as ‘The Essence of Light’ and ‘The Ever Living Shadow’. I am the Essence of Light, who are you?’

‘And are you okay? What happened to your face?’

[the-windchild]

Back to the Beginning Part One: Welcome to Pitch Black Time

“I just don’t understand why you think I need a partner,” Glasses said, shoving pale hands in his pockets. “I’ve been doin’ fine on my own.”

“You need a partner,” Satanick said again. “It’ll be fine. Her parents have said she’s very respectful and a hard worker.”

“Doesn’t mean I still need her…” Glasses mumbled. “Who is ‘her’ anyway? Gimme somethin’ to go off.”

“Ah, her name’s Mika. I met her already down at the courthouse,” Satanick answered, closing a cabinet drawer filled with never ending files. “I think you’ll be surprised.”

“Well…What does she look like?” Glasses tried again.

“You’ll know her when you see her. Trust me.”

Glasses’ eyebrow twitched. He wasn’t sure if he liked the sound of that. It didn’t seem like he could argue about this anymore with his dad, so he’d just have to put up with whatever would come his way. As long as ‘Mika’ wasn’t some kid he’d have to babysit, then maybe everything would end up alright in the end.

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me right now…”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, but he couldn’t prevent himself. Well, his dad was right. He did know her the moment he saw her. Her being the ‘Mika’ he had been told about earlier that day. What he didn’t want came true. There was no way things would work out well. Not like this. He couldn’t spend all day babysitting this kid.

Glasses cleared his throat. “Uh, I mean…So you’re my new lil’ partner, huh? Looks like ya already customized your lab coat, too.”

“Yup! I was told we’re allowed to change them up a bit, so I did. I’m not a fan of long sleeves…” The small child said, in a rather easy-going and happy-go-lucky tone. “Oh but uh, I don’t think I caught your name—or I uh…Don’t remember…”

“Glasses,” he said quickly. This wasn’t okay. This definitely wasn’t okay. “I’ll show ya to your office. Then I gotta go talk to my dad.”

“Lead the way, Mister Glasses!” Mika chimed casually, hopping forward and holding onto his hand.

Glasses lightly shuddered at the sudden touch. Physical contact. Not exactly his favourite thing. But he couldn’t simply shake her off; who knows what would happen if he were to. Thus, Glasses let the redhead hold his hand and lead her through the large building. They had met down in the lobby, so there were a couple floors to go to yet. This place would probably seem a bit intimidating to someone so small. It might also take some time for her to memorize where everything is.

This could end up turning into a long job.

It took some time to lead Mika around The Office. She wanted to go everywhere before heading to the actual office floor. And so, Glasses had decided he would give Mika a quick tour and show her every floor and what was on it. Every floor except the main office and the living room area. She didn’t need to see those yet. Then again, no one was allowed in the main office. Glasses and Lil were the only exceptions of being able to go in and out. Others were only allowed in if they were called, which was something Glasses tried to strictly tell his new partner. It seemed to get through to her, so far. They hadn’t said much to each other during their stroll.

Glasses led Mika down the long monotone office hallway, and unlocked the first door on the right wall. Inside was a plain old office. There was nothing but a computer desk with a laptop on it, a table off in one corner, and a fairly large window on the back wall with some silk curtains. That was it. It was nothing special.

“Ya know how to use this, or do you need me to sign you in?” Glasses asked, leading Mika to her computer desk and sitting her down. He turned the laptop on and stepped back. “There’s just some stuff ya gotta fill out…”

Mika seemed to think about it for a moment. “Uhm…Yup. I know how,” she answered.

Whether or not that was the truth, Glasses wasn’t sure. Mika sounded a bit too unsure for her own good. Glasses pondered on whether or not to stay and help with the setup or go and talk to his dad about this little problem he had. He watched her for a moment and waited to see if she needed any help, but she didn’t glance at him at all. Perfect; she did know how. So, he could go do a little complaining to his dad now.

Glasses complained and tried to convince his dad he couldn’t take care of Mika for at least half an hour, but like when he first complained it got nowhere. His dad was adamant and there wasn’t much Glasses could do. He’d just have to put up with it. If this job wasn’t what it was, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad. But this job wasn’t the most kid-friendly job. Neither were the other employees. That wasn’t to say they weren’t alright with kids, maybe. But there was little to no chance of any really accepting Mika as one of their own.

Once Mika was all done with her set up, Glasses finally took her down to the living room area. It was a nerve-wracking trip on the way down from the office floor. Most of the others were going to be there, and he knew for a fact there would probably be some ridicule for him. For having such a young partner. If they weren’t so rough around the edges, he wouldn’t have to worry so much. On the way down, he unintentionally used Mika’s hand as a stress ball. It was the only thing he could do to settle himself down.

He shifted uncomfortably as he opened the door to the living room and stepped in, Mika still holding onto his hand casually. At least she wasn’t nervous. The living room had a casual atmosphere; maybe that was why. It was a pretty spacious room, too. Thanks to Satanick wanting everything to be so big and wonderful. It was good for special occasions; not just a place to relax. Though, the furniture was a bit too nice for this sort of room.

“Hey, Glasses, who’s this little sport rocket?” A man with grey hair wearing a lab coat asked, standing from one of the couches nearby. He looked around Glasses’ age, if not a little older.

“Uh this is Mi—”

“STING?!” Mika interrupted abruptly. At the sound of her shocked voice, the one addressed as Sting, a blonde tall man, turned around.

“Oh god…I thought I heard your voice earlier,” Sting said with a scowl.

“Oh, you two know each other?” Glasses asked, looking down at Mika. He was taken aback slightly when he saw Mika glaring daggers at Sting. “Uh…What’s wrong?”

“Mister Rogue is here, too…This is where you guys went after graduation?!” Mika asked, shock still lingering in her voice.

“Mika? What are you doing here?” Another man in an adjusted lab coat turned around.

“What the--? Brother Lyon?!”

“BROTHER?” Glasses asked, increasingly becoming confused. He looked between the two and his eyebrow twitched. They looked nothing alike, which was mostly evident in their opposite hair colours. “I thought you were an only child, Mika…”

“Oh no, she is,” Lyon said, waving his hands. Glasses looked back at his fellow employee. “We’ve known each other for a while now. She and my younger brother have a…Special thing going on, so Mika always refers to me as her brother.”

Glasses rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. “Well…At least you know some people here…” He said. Though there were still many people she didn’t know, and most of them weren’t even in the living room.

“So your new partner is a child…Does that mean you’re a babysitter?” A woman with the same colour as the first person who spoke, joked from the couch. She looked to be in her early twenties and more than easy going where she sat. “That’s cute.”

“I’m not a babysitter, Hanten,” Glasses said, almost inaudibly. Of course it didn’t take long for the ridicule to start.

“Hey, Kiddo, do you even know what you’re getting into?” The grey-haired man asked, placing his hands in his pockets.

“Uh, please don’t call me kiddo,” Mika said, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh no, DEFINITELY call her kiddo, Anten. It’s so worth it,” Sting said before Anten got the chance to say anything.

“Kiddo it is, then,” Anten agreed with an amused smile spreading across his face.

“No! Don’t call me that!” Mika whined.

“Sting, Anten, don’t bully Mika,” Glasses said quickly before it got too far.

“It’s fine, Glasses. Kiddo and I used to go at it all the time,” Sting reassured with a shrug and smirk. “If she doesn’t like it, she can go to hell.”

“Oh good, so we don’t have to act goody-two-shoes,” Anten let out a sigh of relief at that. “I don’t wanna stop being myself ‘cause of a kid.”

“But be a little nice,” Hanten said, though she didn’t sound too caring on it.

“What a company…” Mika mumbled, rubbing the back of her head with her free hand. She looked to the side and blinked. “Who’re you?”

“Oh sorry, I was too busy taking my medication to say hi yet,” it was another blonde man who spoke, though unlike the others, he appeared slightly older than them all and he wore a suit like Glasses instead of a lab coat. “I’m Sullivan. One of the Higher Ups.”

“Huh…Nice to meet you, Mister Sullivan,” Mika said with an amiable smile, getting a quick one in return.

“Do you always use formalities on people?” Anten asked.

“Yes, she does. It’s annoying as hell,” Sting spoke up before Mika got the chance to even open her mouth.

“Sting, stop it,” Rogue, the man with black short hair and red eyes, scolded and nudged him.

There was a moment of silence before it looked like Mika came to a revelation. Glasses looked down at her when he felt a light tug on his hand. “All this reminds me, where is Miss Lil?”

The room seemed to freeze after those words left Mika. The atmosphere of the living room changed somewhat. It was silent and for some reason or another it felt suffocating. Nobody said anything, and nobody moved. However, Sullivan did give an almost warning glance in Glasses’ direction, while also tossing one to Anten.

Mika shifted uncomfortably and slightly hid behind Glasses. “S-sorry if that was something bad to say…” She apologized shyly. “I just didn’t meet her in the courthouse with Mister Satanick, and I know Miss Lil is the Co-founder. Uhm…Is she maybe up in the of—"

“No. She ain’t here,” Glasses mumbled, unintentionally gripping Mika’s hand tighter. “Lil ain’t never here.”

“Hey, watch your mouth, Glasses,” Anten said in an almost cold way, moving his red eyes to him. “Show some respect.”

“Oh god, here we go…” Sting mumbled, rolling his blue eyes.

“This ain’t any of your business, Anten,” Glasses returned, narrowing his violet eyes behind his dark glasses.

“Anything that has to do with Miss Lil is my business. Anything that has to do with Miss Lil is everyone’s business,” Anten said, glaring and turning to Glasses completely. “She is your mother and the Co-founder. Everybody here likes her. If it wasn’t for her, I’d probably be out of a job and who knows where.”

“Congratulations, Anten, that bitch mother of mine gave you a job. I’m so happy for you,” Glasses retorted sarcastically, his tone also becoming darker. His grip would tighten and untighten on Mika’s hand the more he spoke. “Now stop talkin’ ‘bout her. I don’t wanna hear anything about her anymore.”

“Your disrespect for Miss Lil is starting to get on my nerves, and I know I’m not the only one who’s feeling this way,” Anten continued, glancing at the other employees in the room. “Start showing some fucking respect before I send in a recommendation to kill your contract here.”

Glasses let go of Mika’s hand now and started walking over to Anten. “…Never thought I’d abuse this title but…” He barely mumbled that under his breath before he stopped a couple feet in front of Anten. “I’m the Founder’s son, Anten, I’m in a higher position than you. Stand down.”

“Oh, so you wanna fight, then. Is that what you wanna do, Glasses?” Anten said, stepping closer to him, almost towering over him.

“Go ahead, Anten,” Glasses scoffed and remained unfazed and standing his ground. “We’ll see what Lil has to say about you then.”

“Anten, Glasses, that’s enough,” Sullivan’s voice interrupted. It was cold and strict. There was a hard glare in his eyes. “No one is fighting. This is an order from your Higher Up. Both of you stand down, now.”

Like before there was silence. The room was frozen again. Nobody moved from their spot, not even Glasses and Anten who remained standing each their own ground. It was so silent in the room that the ticking of the clock on the wall, once so silent, sounded painfully loud. Perhaps time did stop, for it felt like an eternity before the heavy atmosphere somewhat settled down the moment Glasses took a step back from Anten.

Quiet sighs of relief soon came to pass the moment Glasses and Anten’s distance between each other grew further apart. Anten turned completely, and Hanten was quick to stand and pat his back. It took a few more steps before Glasses turned completely and headed back toward his partner’s direction. However, he didn’t stop next to Mika. Rather, he just kept walking until he was out of the room, and the sound of the door closing almost echoed in the room.

 Mika held her hands to her chest and backed up against the wall, staying as far away from Anten and everyone else as possible. “This…This wasn’t the welcome I was expecting when I got here…”

Sullivan turned towards Mika and sighed. There was an almost regretful look in his eyes. But he said, “welcome to Pitch Black Time, Mika.”