#experiment 626 reader

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Grandma’s neighbour, part 2

word count; 626 – f!reader, read part 1 first for the best experience

You hummed positively at Suna’s agreement, picking up another round of plants to put them in the box. At this point, he was trying to decide between staying and staring at you until you said something more or going inside. Amused, you shook your head. “I have a bottle of wine if you’d like to come over this evening?”

You stayed in that apartment for a week, and every evening consisted of laying across the couch with Suna, either playing a game, listening to tunes or telling each other silly stories. During the day, Suna mostly had work, but he would help you pack when he could. However, it mostly turned into scolding him for being so lazy about it, telling him to sit down and talk instead, so you at least had company.

Then the last day came, and you finally had to say goodbye to this part of the memory of your grandmother.

Suna knocked on your door around midday and you opened it with tear-stained cheeks, not expecting to see some of his friends standing behind him.

Your eyes widened and Suna quickly pushed inside before slamming the door in his friends’ faces. “Sorry, I asked them to help carry everything into the truck as a surprise.”

You laughed as your eyes teared up again at his kindness. “Thank you,” you said, sneaking your hands around his waist for a hug to shamelessly dry your tears on his shirt. “You didn’t have to slam the door in their faces.”

He awkwardly hugged you back. “They can entertain themselves for five minutes, it’s healthy for them. Like when you give dogs little tasks to work their brains.”

You laughed some more, and Suna was happy you couldn’t see how the sound made him smile as he leaned his cheek on your head.

It took you ten more minutes to clear up the tears before you opened the door again, greeting all the guys and thanking them greatly for offering to help.

They were all previous or current athletes – as they so humbly declared every time you praised how easily they lifted stuff – and were done in no time. It left you a little breathless even though you didn’t have to carry much, as the process was so suddenly finished. You’re done.

All the guys sat on the floor or leaned on the walls, taking a quick rest as you gave them a little thank-you speech. They eventually left in one big line, pushing at each other and yelling trying to decide where to get dinner, and you were left behind with your temporary neighbour. “I have to lock up,” you whispered.

Suna nodded but made you hold up a moment. “I enjoyed this week,” he said, and you tilted your head, blinking away the tears that started threatening to pour out.

“Me too, despite the circumstances.”

“I suppose your grandmother left something behind for me too,” he said genuinely, and you pursed your lips at how cheesy it sounded, making him groan. “Don’t laugh!”

You properly laughed now, leaning a hand on his upper arm. “It’s just funny because it’s you, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” You laughed some more before finally going towards the door, dragging him with you by loosely tangling your hand with his.

“Let’s go out. I know a nice restaurant.” As you tried to look over his shoulder and see if the guys were waiting for you, Suna moved his head to block you. “Told them to go somewhere else.”

You nodded, looking back at the apartment one last time and imagining your grandma winking at you from where her armchair had been. “We can’t say we’re dating without going on any dates, I suppose.”

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❝LET'S GO ICE SKATING❞

❦summary; ice skating can be such a fun time, though that may depend on whether you're new to the rink or have a bit of experience under your belt. ♪the characters in this story; savannaclaw; leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, gn!reader ✎word count; ~626 words ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, school trip to an ice skating rink, falling chatacters, first times on ice, mentions of climates in respective twst characters homeland, fun times ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

❛LEONA KINGSCHOLAR❜

❀ Leona would not come on the ice willingly

❀ Convince him please

❀ It would be really hard to get him onto the ice because he does not want to go ice skating 

❀ If you do manage to get him on the ice, congratulations! Now you have to convince him to move.

❀ No, I’m serious, even if he gets onto the ice, he won’t be moving. 

❀ Like, he’s just standing there, hands in his pockets and that usual stare on his face

❀ Now, I don’t think Leona has ever really encountered ice since he lives in the Sunset Savanna

❀ Though it does get really cold at night in savannas I think, so he would be used to the cold

❀ Leona would be the type of person to wear short sleeves during the cold seasons and say it’s not cold enough

❀ Anyways, I think he’d hate ice skating 

❀ Leona would definitely prefer to be inside than out here on the ice 

❀ You will have to drag him along with you to get him to actually move around on the ice

❀ And after like thirty minutes he says he’s tired and will get off the ice with you in tow

❀ You wanted to keep skating?

❀ Too bad, you’re going back to the dorm home with Leona and will be drinking a hot cup of hot choccy

❀ But I think that would be nice too

❛RUGGIE BUCCHI❜

❀ Okay, I think he’d enjoy ice skating actually

❀ I think Ruggie would actually kinda like ice skating 

❀ Like, he’s going so fast, look at him go! 

❀ Half the time he’s like “look at me!” and tries to do something, and fails 

❀ He doesn’t take it against him and he’s quick to get back up to try again

❀ I think he’d be one to try to encourage you to join him as well

❀ It’s cute, to see him being all giddy and stuff. 

❀ Please watch him, he’ll get so happy and a happy Ruggie is adorable. 

❀ I think he’d actually really like ice skating due to the fact that he didn’t have many opportunities for leisure back home and it doesn’t snow in the Sunset Savanna

❀ Imagine him rambling about wanting to take the kids from his hometown ice skating oh my gosh 

❀ Ruggie would definitely want to come back again, but this time somehow manage to bring the other kids to mess around on the ice

❀ He wouldn’t mind going one on one, but Ruggie would probably wanna bring others along

❀ And, afterwords, you can treat him to hot chocolate, hehehe

❛JACK HOWL❜

❀ Like Trey, he knows how to ice skate 

❀ Except, this time, he does it not only out of necessity but for himself as well

❀ He has two younger siblings, so he has to make sure that they aren’t breaking their noses on the ice  

❀ But I think he also wanted to learn from like an exercise standpoint 

❀ Like, I don’t know what bones or muscles you exercise during ice skating, but Jack definitely wants to exercise those 

❀ I looked it up, you’re exercising your legs

❀ Anyway

❀ I definitely think that ice skating would be a nice freetime activity for Jack when time and weather permits

❀ So Jack is pretty stable when it comes to being on the ice

❀ Even Ace won’t be able to drag him down

❀ I like think that Jack would like pick one of his friends up and skate around with them in his arms

❀ Picked up from under the arms and held up like a cat

❀ Jack would probably be off doing his own thing on the ice 

❀ Though if you or any of his friends are having trouble on the ice, Jack would probably skate over to help

❀ He would definitely give tips on ice skating if you want

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A Snow Experiment

A/N: Disclaimer this is Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute to Y/N and L/N. This will be a quick thing and I don't really know if I'll do a part two, unless you want me to (It was not a quick thing). Im so sorry! This is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself so it's easier to do so.

[Name] [Last Name] was a regular teen. Or as regular as she can be. Right now she was sitting crisscrossed on the floor with a white dress. She inhaled and exhaled twice before opening her [Eye Color] eyes. Her cold stare matched the cold room. Ice everywhere, snow scattered on the floor, and ice sculptures on the bookshelf as little snowflakes fell.

She looked around hearing the clink clacks of heels coming from the hallway outside. The door creaked and a woman walked in. Her blonde hair that was in a high ponytail moved back and forth as she walked towards her. "Experiment 626 (six two six), rise." The woman said, more like commanded. [Name] obliged with it. She rose gracefully, her expression still cold, dark, and blank.

The woman looked down at the clipboard and wrote a few words. "You have visitors." The woman said as she glanced at [Name] before looking back at the clipboard. This peaked [Name's] interest. A visitor? That was new and forbidden. She wasn't allowed to see anybody. Especially since last time...

"Run!"

"She's gone mad!"

Sreams were heard so many screams. "Stop her!" She struggled to move from the grip of the fire Experiment. Those Experiments are used for her. "She almost killed her!"

She looked at the person with a bleeding arm. Her [Eye Color] eyes held unshed tears.

She blinked the memory away and looked down, her [Hair Color] fell on her face a little. (If you have Afro hair or smth like Muslim then ignore that). "Why are they here?" [Name] siad as she raised her head up. The woman looked at her and grinned. "You'll see." Was all she said and walked out the room leaving thw door open.

[Name] stood there. She wasn't sure if she should go. What di it was a trap? She walked to the door leaving trails of ice behind her. Every step she took made a clicking sound. She stepped out of the room and looked to the long hallway to hear faint whispers of people talking.

"She is very beautiful." She heard the woman's voice say. "How long has she lived for?" A man's voice came next. "Well, Borislav, she has lived sicne the 12th century...Camelot." The woman answered. [Name] was coming closer. "Camelot?" The man named Borislav said. "Mm, indeed." The woman hummed. "You know what this could bring to us, Isabella?" Borislav's voice rose.

"I do. And she has powers beond our reach. She could be the key for all our troubles." The woman that attended [Name] earlier is now known as Isabella, said. "And besides, you can take her. She's all yours for 50 million." [Name] could hear the grin in her voice. "50 million?" The man said doutful. "I'll take her." He announced.

"Perfect! We have a deal." Isabelle reached for his hand and he shook it. "Pardon, but what is happening?" Asked [Name] as she came up from behind the hallway wall. Her hand rested on her chest as the other was holding the side of the wall. "[Name], darling, you're leaving the lab." Isabella said as she turned to look at her.

The man looked at [Name] up and down and he grinned. [Names] cold, dark, and blank expressions were no more. It changed to a terrified one. She didn't know where she would go.

As she sat on the soft surface of a couch she looked down at her hand that rested on her lap. The clink crack of heels. She lifted her head up and stared at the blonde woman known as Isabella.

"Experiment 626 (six two six)," She stopped infront of her. "You are going to Arcadia Oaks."

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Thank you @cerriddwenluna for the tag.

Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

I admit I didn’t know if I should do the top 10 for Glee fics only, since that’s the fandom we share, or all my fics, so, uh, I did both.

Top 10 According to Readers, Glee Edition:

Myosotis sylvatica (73,167 words) - 151

I’m still alive and I’m still getting love (20,782 words) - 149

Mendacious (27,179 words) - 136

All the pretty things that we could be (70,071 words) - 113

Everything changed (2,642 words) - 113  

I really, really like you (1,575 words) - 107

I’d cry a river just for you (30,541 words) - 106

The Critic (5,322 words) - 92

Ik was meteen ondersteboven. (1,544 words) - 87

It's about time (19,183 words) - 81

I am not surprised about the first 4. I’m still alive is actually a Brittana fic and for a very long time it was indeed my most kudo’d Glee fic, which surprised me. I was aware of this because ironically that is the only fic that ever got a nasty comment, so it was kind of funny to me. “This is so stupid”, babe, people clearly don’t agree. Everything changed is also a crossover with Check, Please!, but I suppose it counts since it is still a Glee fic. Apart from that, all I can say is that I hoped River fic was a bit higher which leads to:

My Top 10 Glee fics:

I’d cry a river just for you (lol)

All the pretty things that we could be

Mysotis series (I always see the 5 parts as one whole, even though sylvatica is the main one)

Mendacious

Barking Up The Wrong Bakery

Ljubim te (yes, it is still a WIP)

Seven am

Anyway series (even though I haven’t reread that one in years)

It’s about time

aap noot mies

I guess it is kind of sad that I struggled with this list after no. 5 😬. Like, I literally sat here going “uhhhh.... aap noot mies, I guess? Kinda? Hmmm.”

There’s just a lot of older stuff that I don’t really remember. I’m sure they’re fine and that I will like them if I reread them. I only knew of two fics that I definitely did not want on the list, but most of the 68 fics are just kind of “in limbo”.

And also I gotta say that no. 1 to 4 kind of share a spot. Those are just my fave fics that I have written and I do not want to pit these bad bitches against each other but alas 😔. I put River fic on one because I feel like that one is the best in “technical” sense. All the pretty things was a fucking experience. So was Myosotis and I loved the universe I created for it. And Mendacious challenged me. If they are no. 1, then Bakery fic is no. 2 because it amused me so much.

Anyway, moving on...

Top 10 According to Readers, All of It:

Everything will be alright (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) (2,566 words) - 626

All shall know the wonder (Check Please!) (11,869 words) - 470

The last to know (Check Please!) (2,579 words) - 467

How lucky we are to be alive right now (Carry On) (1,625 words) - 414

Times are hard for dreamers (Check Please!) (4,595 words) - 285

A rip in time (Whoniverse) (67,972 words) - 249      

Seal the darkness (Carry On) (3,396 words) - 247 

The 2020 Young America New Year’s Eve Gala (Red White & Royal Blue) (2,819 words) - 238

Mr. Grimm-Pitch and Mr. Snow, In The Library, With a Snog (Carry On) (2,877 words) - 231

Feel on top of the world (Check Please!) (917 words) - 212

Okay. Woah. Good thing I split the categories because I genuinely had no idea Glee isn’t in my top 10. I am shook. Myosotis sylvatica is on no. 14! A Love, Victor fic has more kudos than my Glee fics. I didn’t even like Love, Victor which is why I wrote fix-its and missing scenes for it! Not gonna lie, this kind of saddens me. Or maybe sadden is too harsh. I don’t know. It makes me feel something. Glee is my main and my longest fandom (not counting Winx Club) (I will write that Winx Club/Glee crossover fic one day that is a threat) (to me).

I knew that the B99 was the most kudo’d because it accompanied a post that I made on Tumblr and that one also got a lot of notes. I’m happy All shall know the wonder is on no. 2 because I love that one. I am still so amused by people liking my Doctor Who clusterfuck. How lucky we are to be alive right now was my first Carry On fic and it definitely no longer represents how I write for this fandom, so the fact that it’s the most-well known (which I also knew) gives me mixed feelings because on one hand I look back on it with fondness in an “awww look at that wee baby” feeling, but on the other hand I’m like “please, read my later stuff”.

Speaking of the later stuff:

My Top 10 Non-Glee fics:

Paradiso series (Carry On)

All shall know the wonder (Check, Please!)

Time After Time (Carry On)

make a fire out of this flame (Carry On)

The Naked Truth (Carry On)

There’s nothing ironic about show choir (Carry On)

Times are hard for dreamers (Check, Please!)

My rose-coloured boy (Carry On)

The 2020 Young America New Year’s Eve Gala (Red, White & Royal Blue)

The Sarah Jane Extended Universe (The Sarah Jane Adventures)

Does SJAEU even count? It’s not even a fic! But my fucking God I love my SJAEU. If it does not count, swap it with Call Me Maybe (Carry On). I am not surprised that my Carry On and Check, Please! fics make up most of the list, since apart from Glee, those are the fandoms I’ve written the most for. Carry On has definitely taken over, though, so what I said for Glee also applies to Check, Please!: there are some fics that I probably really like but it’s been a while since I read them (*cough*Midnight confessions*cough*). But yeah as I mentioned, my most kudo’d Carry On fic is my first. I am not surprised that Mr. Grimm-Pitch and Mr. Snow is my second highest kudo’d one for that fandom, because I love that one, but I just love other fics more. But even then, if I look at my personal top 10 I do feel like all of them were well-received (apart from SJAEU, but I don’t expect it to get a lot of hits since it is super niche, and My rose-coloured boy which is in my eyes my most underappreciated fic in Carry On, like, come on, it’s only 891 words long!) and I always love it when people kudo and comment on my fics.

Reader appreciation moment!!! Weeeeeh ✨✨✨

Since I feel like this challenge is already spreading among the Klainers, lemme tag some Snowbazzians (I am keeping that term): @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @artsyunderstudy @captain-aralias @cutestkilla

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[some-beans]

Hi! Okay can I request a Twisted Wonderland X Stitch!fem! Reader? Basically the reader is a female Stitch(experiment 626 also has human form) I can just already imagine the chaos she would bring being able to switch from her human form to her fluffy alien form.

le gasp !! my first request !!

that's not a problem !!

sorry if it took a while to come out ^-^

✎...pairing: twisted wonderland x stitch!fem!reader

✎...themes: chaos, general tomfoolery, can be seen as

platonic or romantic, ace slander [affectionately]

✎...enjoy !!

✎...notes: can you tell which characters are my favourite

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

what in the great seven?!

iー

praying for riddle fr

but besides the fact that you like to cause mayhem, especially in your alien form, he finds your. . . habits are interesting, to say the least

from dressing up as this so-called elvis presley guy and playing the ukulele to consuming a concerning amount of coconut cake and coffee

seriously, how do you survive??

he does watch his temper as the absolute discord you cause breaks multiple of the queen of heart's rules

help this short boi

well, at least he does find your adorable alien form ー it reminds him of hedgehogs

and yes, you do weaponise your cuteness from stopping him from collaring you and other students ー mainly ace and deuce

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘

another one growing grey hairs

however, unlike jamil, trey sees this chaotic energy similar to his younger siblings so it's easy to get you to stop

a.k.a bribing you with his baking

his coconut cake is your favourite and you would kill for a slice

he always makes sure you brush your teeth

always

besides baking for you, his favourite thing to do with you is to cuddle you after a long day ー either form is fine with him, so whatever makes you comfortable

trey also thinks your enthusiasm is like a breath of fresh air at nrc

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

photos

constantly

albeit selfies or pictures of just you, cater has a whole ass folder in his phone for them

but those are his eyes only ー is it for blackmail?? who knows

he loves to cuddle with you in your alien form and post it as if you were some ultra-rare teddy he managed to get

nope, you're real

he loves to dress your alien form intro costumes and do photoshoots

he has a whole ass lighting and set-up for this

𝐀𝐂𝐄

this man giggled like a menace when he saw the potential of pissing off riddle with you

redhead behaviour

uses you as a scapegoat a lot, especially from riddle

however, you notice this and leave him to suffer unless it's serious

he learned his lesson real quick with that

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄

this poor himbo

confused on so many levels as he tries not to make sure you don't get in trouble

newsflash; he ends up joining you anyway

as being the embodiment of chaos, deuce did not expect you to be very cuddly and protective

like, some upperclassmen were harassing him, which would be able to deal with, but you came in your alien form extra arms and all and latched onto their faces

safe to say nobody messes with him anymore

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

at first, he didn't give two shits about this blue alien that tried to bother him in his sleep ー it was too easy to swat it away

but when you transformed into your human form, leona could swear he heard his sister-law and mother scream for high hell for the blatant disrespect he showed you

lowkey almost shat himself

so to make up for his behaviour, leona would allow you to get all your energy out of your system ー a blur of blue would zip past him as he lazed

despite his lazy and not giving a fuck nature, he very much gives a fuck if anyone tries to disrespect you

finna turn them into sand real quick

𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄

partner in crime and 4lifers <3

you two cause so much chaos ー with his unique magic your ability to escape in your alien form is chef's kiss

you two steel a lot of food together

like, a lot

ungodly amounts of food

ruggie also likes the fact that you're really family oriented you would go to great lengths if it meant they were happy

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

to jack, you first reminded him of his younger siblings with how hyper you could be at times

but then he realised that you were not

especially when he heard you cuss out another student for trying to look up your skirt

jack also paid them a visit

he won't admit it ー his tail does that just fine ー but he loves when you cuddle up to him in your alien form, especially when it's his tail

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

he tried to create a contract once after you straight up almost destroy his lounge but asked him for a favour;

azul: WHAT? After all, you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?

you: [alien language] ih

azul: fine!

jade: "fine"? you're doing what she says?

azul: she's very persuasive!

met you in your human form and was flustered obviously, but still kept his professional air around him

but that crumbled when you smiled duh

however because you are a woman, azul was actually very stand-offish and lowkey afraid, considering female octopi tend to be on the violent side

a.k.a committing murder but we don't talk about that

essentially he does try to form other contracts with you but you're big brain and don't sign them unless the terms are in your favour

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄

he loves to study you

like you're a mushroom or something

your chaotic behaviour reminds him of floyd, especially when they were kids

jade loves it when you join him on his mountain hikes and easily talk your head off while doing so

lowkey, but not really, a babysitter when you and floyd are together ー however, he may instigate some of the chaos you two cause

lol pray for the rest of nrc

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃

you + floyd = nrc possibly burning down

but honestly

he loves it ー from the chaos you bring to the fact you can transform

expect constant squeezes from ー alien or human forms regardless

lowkey gets pouty when you escape his grasp by transforming and zooming away

lowkey reminding him when was smol child

but you're not a child

he calls you shrimpy of course, but also angelfish after the asfur angelfish cuz ya a blue lil alien too

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

both of you together = maximum chaos

praying for jamil and the rest of nrc

magic carpet rides whenever he manages to lose jamil

i could see kalim easily dropping big-time money on whatever your little chaotic heart desires

kalim adores both forms of yours and just loves to spend time with you regardless of what's happening

likes the fact that you don't treat him differently based on his wealth and status makes him very happy

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋

he's getting grey hairs as we speak

please save this man /srs

despite the shit he has to go through when looking after kalim, he was ready to commit crimes when you showed up

almost had a mental breakdown

however, once he saw that fact you were practically indestructible, a weight lifted off his chest as he didn't really have to worry about you injuring yourself

but still doesn't mean he looks out for you ー considering you are the only girl in an all-boys school

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐕𝐈𝐋

iー

how much mess can you make??

it both surprises and annoys him greatly

though, the one thing he does appreciate is that fact you know the ins and outs of performing for a camera

and can be surprisingly still when needed

he does enjoy doing your make-up when you allow it, which makes him giddy on the inside

don't tell him i told y'all that

similar to cater, he too loves to dress you up regardless of form ー he also sometimes tries to get you on some of his shoots so he doesn't have to work with neige

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊

he finds you fascinating

but also one of the hardest things to hunt

so he finally found something he has trouble tracking down

calls you reine du chaos [ queen of chaos ] or reine du moelleux [ queen of fluffiness ] ー yes, i am using google translate, please don't bite me

sometimes you'll come up to him, and stare blankly before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then transforming and zooming off

his eyes widen before he swoons and chases after you

𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋

you truly bring out the rebel in him

shit eatin' grin on his face

especially when you get on vil's nerves

he be eatin' that shit up like macarons

however, when you're in your alien form and speaking, epel gets so frustrated but realises this must be how vil feels when his accent slips through while using slung

lmao, get a taste of your own medicine <3

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

um??

how the fuck did you even get into my dorm??

legit the epitome of your relationship with him ^^

no matter how updated his security you always somehow managed to get into his dorm room

he actually first meet you in your adorable, blue alien form, so imagine his surprise when he sees you in his room but as a hot anime girl

he fainted

what shoes he got on??

dead as hell

after getting over his social anxiety ass, idia lowkey highkey wants to study you, but when he mentions it, you lowkey highkey threaten to destroy his work

he shut up real quick

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

he is bewildered

astounded, to say the least

like lilia, he has never come across an individual such as yourself

malleus loves the seamless amounts of energy you harbour as it allows him to hold long night walks with you

you often exchange stories with each other ー mostly your stupid ones

he noticed that when you get affectionate you either act like a hyperactive dog or cat doing the smoosh a.k.a rubbing against something

he's very fond of the smoosh

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

never in his long ass life has he met an individual such as yourself

so fucking curious

and gets so excited when you managed to eat his cooking without almost dying

turns out, you're quite the indestructible being and the same goes for your stomach

similar to malleus, you two share stories, however, it's more of your stories from back home from when you were created

that's why he was impressed when you could out-think rook

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

confusion

100%

like, he went to sleep with you as a human and he wakes up to find you've been replaced with a fluffy, blue alien ー spoiler alert, it was you

lowkey panicked but calmed down when you poofed back and giggled at his confused face

whenever he falls asleep in your dorm, instantly cuddle time in any form

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊

screamed the roof down when he first saw you because you managed to sneak up on him and started to speak your gibberish

screamed bloody murder he did

massive blush ー from anger or embarrassment, you can decide ー as he shouts at you

you just poof back into your human form, which shut him up

you could hear the blue screen of death playing in his head

does chase you around but eventually loses you cuz no one can catch you <3

[writeshite]

We have a lot of himbos here with not but Eddie and venom with himbo bunny male reader reader have pair of bunny ears and a fluffy cotton tail and perfect muscles and a pair of huge tiddies and since he is a rabbit he will breed Eddie and venom headcanons

Bunny, Hop, Hop

Summary:

Eddie has seen it all; he has been through it all, including but not limited to the experience of somehow ending up in the company of a human rabbit that was ten times taller than what most internet fantasies depicted.

Pairings:

Eddie Brock/Venom x Male!Reader

Tags:

Himbo!Reader | Bunny Reader | Breeding Kink I guess | Fluff | The Tiniest Bit of Smut

Words: 626

Author's Note:

It is 5 o'clock in the morning, and gods know where I got the motivation to do this instead of sleeping.

Eddie has seen it all; he has been through it all, including but not limited to the experience of somehow ending up in the company of a human rabbit that was ten times taller than what most internet fantasies depicted. So right out of the gate, Venom is confused, you know, considering he’s an alien, and last time he checked, there were no rabbit (?) bunny (?) people on Earth. 

As much as Eddie tries to explain, Venom remains a little confused but just decides to go along with it. Now, as to how you met, that is quite the tale. Picture it, a wonderful sunny day, Venom and Eddie just finished saving someone, and as a thank you, they give them a present - a pat on the shoulder, a mischievous smile, and the promise that something life-changing will await them when they return home. When they return home, it’s to a very muscly, very tall man - with bunny ears and tail. 

You practically lift Eddie up and squeeze the life out of him in a hug, your tail fluffing up. Eddie is very confused; this is definitely life-changing; Venom, despite being unsure of what you are, is all for it. Fluffy + muscles? Absolutely. 

Your ears do the whole droopy thing when you’re sad, and they perk up when you’re happy, or surprised, or horny 😏. Speaking of horny, breeding kink, I know, I know, bunny with a breeding kink is predictable; look, I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them 🙃.

Eddie was desperately clinging to the sheets underneath, on his stomach, with you above him rutting madly. What was it again? Mating season or something like that, Eddie couldn’t remember; all he could do was focus on the feeling of being thoroughly bred. Your nails, while not sharp, were probably leaving marks with how tight you were clinging onto him. Venom, on the other hand, was settled quite comfortably behind you. While you moved erratically fast, the symbiote was nearly still, mostly leaving trails of hickeys along your back.

As I said, Venom likes the fluff and softness; he likes having his head on your ass; he also likes leaving marks there and all down your thighs. He’s also very much in favor of riding you like there’s no tomorrow. Eddie also loves to bury himself there but usually can’t because Venom somehow manages to call dibs first 98% of the time, but when he does get the chance he treasures it like the moment.

In winter, your hair gets longer and thicker (because apparently, that’s what happens to actual rabbits), I’m going to assume it’s to keep you warm, but to Eddie and Venom, it makes you fluffier, which makes cuddles ever better. It also means that winter mornings are spent trying to convince them out of bed, which works about 20-30% of the time.

Side note, you’re jumping skills terrifying. I don’t care what anyone says; a humanoid figure being able to jump several feet in the air over several miles with no trouble is scary. Considering the power of your jumps, your kicking power is equally as powerful and frightening.

Despite all that, let us not forget that you are a himbo, and yes, you do wear a crop top that barely covers them huge tiddies; they’re the only shirts you have that can fit. It’s totally not because Eddie cut them up before handing them to you.  Let us also not forget a few instances of the himboness. Exhibit A - you throwing Eddie into the air to show him how much fun it is to jump that high - exhibit B - the time you brought Eddie a tree because he said he likes forest-scented air freshener. And so on, and so forth.

End Note:

In this house we love himbos 🫡 Stay Hydrated

[the-fandom-abyss]

Protective

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 626 words

A hunk of metal sat beside Wanda while she sat in silence, contemplating her next move. Your eyes trailed over the futuristic helicopter, guilt building in your soul.

"Stop that" Wanda commented, her body shifting to face yours. Her voice startled you, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Stop what?" The question was foolish for you already knew the answer. The woman was an empath, a mind reader, she could probably feel your emotions tenfold.

"I can feel your worries bubbling over" she gently took hold of your hands, rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles. For the moment, it lessened your panic, creating a steady breathing pattern. "I will protect you, nothing beyond these walls will harm you. I won't allow it" a distant ruby glow flickered in her eyes, her anger slowly growing at the thought of someone hurting you.

"I love you Wanda" a soft moment shared between the dome of Wanda's safety. A moment that could be shattered to pieces depending on the following events. Her glowing eyes dimmed, filling with love and happiness.

"I love you Y/N" she brought her hands to rest on your checks. You instinctively lent into her touch, enjoying the warmth she provided. Her soft lips placed a kiss to your forehead, then to your nose and finally to your lips. You got lost in the moment, allowing yourself to savour this feeling. When Wanda pulled away, she was certain that she would do anything in her power to keep you safe. She stood up and offered her hand.

"Let's go malyshka" you happily accepted her offer, following behind her. The closer you were to the corner of town, the more your nerves grew. Walking through the threshold, all eyes were on you. The sounds of guns moving in unison filled the silent field. The lasers of the snipers trained on Wanda, their intent to kill two birds with one bullet. Wanda raised her arm protectively in front of you, quietly urging you to stand behind her. At the sight of the lasers, red wisps covered Wanda's hand. Her eyes focused on those around her, her intent was to defend.

"You will not threaten them nor will you harm them" her voice was strong, confident. If you were S.W.O.R.D, you would be shaking with fear and ultimately backing down.

"They're dangerous Wanda, you can't protect them forever" Hayward stepped forward through the crowd. The look of him made your stomach churn with fear and disgust. He wanted you as his new experiment, his new pride and joy. Hayward wanted your so called 'dangerous' talents and harness them.

"Just watch me" she snarled, anger rising within her. You were sweet, a harmless creature caught in the middle of politics. The red wisps grew to a dark red glow, anger evident in the flickers.

“They will drag you down, sooner or later. You’ll become a threat, just like them”

“Then so be it” With a flick of her wrist, red energy glided towards those who dared to take you away. Their eyes glowed a sickly red before turning their sights towards Hayward. The look of pure fear that appeared on that man, made your heart skip a beat. Finally he has met his match, he must have a death wish if he continues to poke Wanda.

Wanda’s hand was warm from the crackling energy as she holds your hand firmly. With one final glance behind you, Wanda led you through the wall of Westview, bringing you to your safe place.

“No one will ever harm you again” she squeezed your hand. Her eyes conveying certainty, enveloping you in comfort. In that moment, you fell more in love with the woman who protected you. The perfect team for here on out.

[donnabenevientosimpingzone]

I've been thinking of yet another AU after Spider Donna for a while now. Why not like a Stitch! AU where Reader is a bioweapon created by the Connections under the name experiment 626. Like Stitch they would have fur and his long ears, along with an extra pair of arms, antenea and three quills on their backs. Additionally they'd have beast like feet and their tail would be like a lizard's with a furred tuft.

626/Reader is a successful experiment possessing the same powers as Stitch himself, but they find the will to escape after realizing their supposed role and have suddenly gone against their genetic coding of being simply a destructive weapon. Then they find themselves in the village, figuring out to shift their animal like qualities away as a disguise of some sorts.

Reader wanders around a bit before stumbling upon Donna's mansion and finding Angie among the flowers. Curious they approach the doll, before being surprised that Angie can talk and asks how in the world they got there.

P.s Reader's eyes when in their supposed mutated form is much like the Dimi daughters' eyes when they're enraged. :3.

Ohana means family- weirdoes stick together :)

[ficklewish]

Home Life

Childe/Tartaglia x reader

WC: 626

Genre: fluff

Warnings: use of real name once

Mornings with Childe can be completely random, from him already being awake and making breakfast for the both of you to him already having left your shared home for his Fatui work. Rarely would you ever wake up before he did, but if that chance comes, you relish the moment as much as you can because you knew a moment like that would take a long while before you could experience it again. 

This morning was one of the lucky ones, where you had awoken before he did. The sun had the audacity to shine directly on your eyes, causing you to stir in your sleep to try and block it. The sun however had other ideas and did not relent, so you opened your eyes and decided it was time to get up. Sitting up and stretching, you were about to hop out of bed until your hand hit something hard and you heard a soft grunt. 

Snapping your head to the side, you see a nest of ginger hair poking up from the bedsheets. Childe was laying next to you seemingly asleep and your hand had landed on his torso quite hard. Realizing that you had woken up before him, you decide to make the best of the moment. You lay back down on your stomach, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake the harbinger up. You take in his relaxed face, and smile when you notice the slight freckles on his cheeks. His chest rises and falls slowly as he sleeps, his bedhead and absolute mess, yet you couldn’t deny how cute he looked.

Childe looked at peace, calm from his usual excited-to-kill face. Noticing that the sun had gotten higher, you decided it was time to wake him up. Running a hand through his messy hair, you kiss all over his face, making sure to not kiss him directly on his lips. Childe makes a noise of content, and you briefly pause your kiss assault on his face. His eyes open, pools of azure looking up at you. “Morning love….” His voice is husky and full of sleep as he looks at you with eyes full of love and adoration. You hum, lowering yourself to finally give his lips a soft peck. 

“Morning sleepy head, it’s time to get up.” Running your hand through his hair one last time, you attempt to get up, but strong arms circle your waist and drag you back down onto the bed. “Five more minutes…” Childe nuzzles his head on your chest, hoping to convince you to stay. You know that five minutes can turn into two hours, so you gently remove his arms and get up before he can catch you. Making your way to the kitchen, you hear a whine of protest behind you. Rolling your eyes, you start making breakfast for the both of you, taking out everything you need.

While in the middle of cooking, you feel arms circle your waist and a head on your shoulder, signaling that Childe had finally gotten up. You smile and pat his head, and he turns you around to face him, placing his forehead on yours as he looks into your eyes again. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You giggle and kiss his nose. “Yes, you tell me everyday.” He grins and kisses your nose back. “Good.” Childe pulls you in for a sweet kiss, one where you smile into it. 

You pull away to tend to your breakfast before it starts to burn, and Childe returns to embracing you, even swaying you both a bit. You turn your head to kiss his head, and you feel his smile on your shoulder. "I love you too, Ajax."

[mono-dot-jpeg]

sneaky kisses - s. joichiro

summary; you won’t lie, it feels weird to be dating one of your student’s dad. especially when you were basically your student’s mentor.

genre; fluff, comedy, soma doesn’t know how to read a room and it shows, soma is precious, child! soma, young adult! joichiro (i mean like in his late 20s - early 30s)

word count; 626

a/n; i tweaked the prompt a little bit, i hope you’re okay with it! i just changed that reader would essentially soma’s teacher/mentor in totsuki skdjskjf

also i refuse to believe that joichiro is in his 40s- no fucking way-

Now you never expected to think that Soma’s dad was hot and then end up actually getting with him. You felt like this was illegal but it wasn’t. You just so happened to be dating your student’s dad. Of course you both kept it a secret, neither of you knew how Soma would react to it after all. He was a very unpredictable boy after all.

Even before you had started to date him, you always thought he was attractive but you stepped off. You knew that he loved someone else. But then she was gone before anyone knew it. You visited the Yukihira diner often after that. You knew of Soma soon after. Now you sort of took Soma in and you ended up working at the diner more. 

Joichiro trusted in your skills. He figured you could teach just as much as what he taught him. Before you knew it, Joichiro had confessed his liking to you and you both started dating. But neither of you didn’t wanna tell Soma, not yet. You felt like he might just hate you for it and that you were merely replacing his mom but it wasn’t that at all. 

“y/n-san!” The young Yukihira yelled out. “Teach me!”

“What do you want to know now, Soma-kun?” You went down to his height, looking at the child who seemed to have an endless passion for cooking. “And why can’t you ask your father about it?” The father mentioned looked over at you both, you looking back at him and he had given you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes playfully before putting your attention back onto Soma.

The child started to ask for help on making a new dish for the diner. You definitely had a lot of experience in that department as you helped out your boyfriend with the menu most of the time. But Soma was growing up and learning quick, your boyfriend had decided to give Soma more challenges and Soma was quick to accept the challenge.

After you helped out the child as much as you could (even you went along with not helping Soma as he needed to learn a lot if Joichiro wanted him to do well in Totsuki when he was old enough), you and Joichiro were in the back room. “Well, you’ve gotta go a little easy on him.”

“Nah, he can handle it. If he can do some cooking matches against me, he can handle this. He’s gotta learn.” His hands rest on your waist as he pulls you close. You wrap your arms around his neck. “Besides, you help him too.”

“I suppose. You know he has your passion. He’s probably gonna grow up like you. But I guess that’s the whole point, right?” He chuckled at your words, soon moving in to pepper your face with kisses. “H-hey!” He laughed softly at your stutters while he continued to kiss you, hands cupping your cheeks as he did so.

“Hey, y/n-san, I need help with-” Soma walked in, stopping his words as he looked at the scene before him. Joichiro stopped kissing you, soon letting his hands rest on your waist once again. He seemed to ignore the fact that his father and his mentor were basically kissing seconds ago and continued to talk, “y/n-san, can you help me with these dishes?” You hid the sigh of relief before you went over to Soma, helping the kid out with what he needed.

“Soma-kun, you don’t mind that I’m with your father?”

“Eh? Either way, I’m gonna win in a cooking battle against him and I’ll win one against you too, y/n-san!” Oh how unaware Soma was but he was still a kid, how aware can he really be?

[anansis-records-of-stories]

Future Scene: (Ending Part) Luna Visits Alanna and right before she leaves expresses her concern for Alanna's ability to read and look into a person's mind.

Word Count: 626 (words)

"Do you have something you wish to say?" Alanna asked already aware of what it would be.

“Every time you look at me, I feel more than naked. Stripped down to the bone, marrow cracked open. What do you know about me that I don’t?” Luna questioned.

Alanna's lips quirked up at the corners, her brow raised in amusement. She bowed her head towards Luna, a respectful gesture, if not a bit playful. "I know everything it is to know about a person. When you think, I hear those thoughts. When you feel, I feel those emotions. What you see, I see. Around me, there is no one."

"Then what's stopping me from killing you, since you know so much?" she said, her tone hardening.

Her bodyguard's response was immediate, but so was Alanna's. By the time Alanna raised her hand, Fidelia almost crossed the table, one foot placed on the glass, the sounds of splitters being formed assaulted the sudden silence. Fidelia stopped, though the tips of her fingers were blackened and speared. She was ready to kill at the mere mention of bringing harm to her mistress.

Luna's heart quicked. Though she wasn't necessarily afraid. She had seen the woman coming, but seeing something occurring and reacting were two different things entirely. She had fought plenty of creatures who were faster than her, but she had little inclination to assume that she in any real danger, despite Fidelia's outburst.

Alanna whistled a small tune, slowly lowering her hand as she did so. Fidelia followed the motion, moving back to her original spot. "My sincerest apologies, Luna. Unlike myself, Fido here still has trouble differentiating between sarcasm and truth. Bad girl," She laughed, without truly seeming to have a care in the world. "Or should I say, good girl?"

Fidelia bowed her head, the beginnings of a pink blush forming around her cheeks. Luna's eyes widened at that. Any talk she's had with Fidelia over the years had been perfect in a purely professional sense, stoic and straight to business. Luna had always thought the woman was incapable of feeling, seeing as how there was very little emotional residue from her during their brief exchanges. She figured that the rumors weren't all true.

"Of course not. You can't always trust rumors. Especially when they aren't coming from my mouth." Alanna laughed again.

Luna's eyes narrowed, having grown weary of the mind reader's presence. She thanked her for her time, and turned to leave, but stopped once Alanna spoke again.

"Before you leave; as an answer to your question. What's stopping you from killing me, is the same thing that allowed me to keep Fidelia from killing you." She said.

"And what's that?" Luna asked, not expecting much in the way of an answer.

Alanna opened her right eye for the first time that session. Luna suddenly saw herself from the outside, looking back upon herself through the eyes of who she could only assume was Alanna. The expression on her face was the exact same as the feelings she felt. Pure confusion. Confusion towards what she was seeing and towards the reason why.

Alanna closed her right eye and then clapped her hands. "There. That's your answer if you can understand it."

And she did. There was no reason for her to speak into words, but that feeling in Luna, right beside the growing respect, was a pity.

Alanna's smirk grew humorless. She tilted her head in silent agreement. To live in the world with others and only see yourself as both a beautiful and dangerous experience.

Prompt #2744

“Every time you look at me, I feel more than naked. Stripped down to the bone, marrow cracked open. What do you know about me that I don’t?”

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Shantel Tessier has done it again! The author of multiple bestselling novels brings us a new standalone romance, The Chosen One, that will leave you gasping for air. The Chosen One is set in Barrington University, where secrets are the norm and the powerful Lords reign supreme. These Lords are a group of men who are dedicated to violence and reap its rewards in power. During their senior year, they choose one lucky individual to be their chosen one. That lucky (or not so lucky) person is none other than our protagonist, who is looking for a way to escape her planned out life. At first, the chance to be FREE seems like a dream come true, but as our protagonist delves deeper into the twisted world of the Lords, she realizes that she has nowhere to run. The main problem? The person who had promised her a way out, Ryat Alexander Archer, had only been using her as a pawn to advance his own goals. Our protagonist finds herself trapped in a game that she had thought was a way to escape her predetermined fate. The dark themes present in The Chosen One may be triggering to some readers. Shantel Tessier did add a warning on the inside of the book for anyone who wishes to avoid certain triggers. However, for those willing to indulge in a little darkness, The Chosen One is a wild ride that will leave you spellbound. The storyline is full of twists and turns that will keep you guessing until the very end. The characters are complex and compelling, and you will find yourself rooting for some and hating others. The author has done an excellent job of creating a villain that you will love to hate. Ryat Alexander Archer is an over the top, jealous, and possessive hero who will leave you reeling with his twisted sense of love. The writing style is engaging and witty, with an unapologetic tone that draws you into the narrative. The pacing is perfect, and the 626-page book never lags. The Chosen One is an Amazon Top 100 Bestseller for a reason, and Shantel Tessier proves once again why she is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. The Chosen One is a standout novel, and its dark themes and over the top hero make it an unforgettable read. This book is not for the faint of heart, but for those who love a little darkness in their romance, The Chosen One is a must-read. "Don't miss out on the adventure waiting within these pages! Purchase your copy today or start your 30-day free trial of Audible to experience the magic come to life. The journey begins now - are you ready?" Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details)

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Chapter 10/24: Breakdown

✗ TECHNICAL DETAILS

FANDOM: Marvel’s MCU SERIES: SEADLA Verse, version 2.0 RATING: Mature WORDCOUNT: 4 626 PAIRING(S): - CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Tony’s therapist and the rest of the avengers in the background. GENRE: Plot twist. TRIGGER WARNING(S): Mentions of suicide and generally low self esteem (Check the AO3 listing for a glimpse of what’s to come). SUMMARY: In which things are revealed, and none of them are pleasant. Also, Tony may or may not make Steve cry, but it’s not like he cares.

DEDICATION(S): As always, to the first version’s readers, to the people who leave comments on the fic three years after its last update, and to 2012!me, who needed to write this fic a lot.

SEADLA ON TUMBLR: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

Tony stares at the therapist—is the guy even a real professional, or was he just acting?—until the world starts swimming, his ears buzzing with the same white noise that deafened him after his jeep blew up on an unnamed desert road. He watches the room swim in a strange kind of slow tango, arc reactor desperately trying to split his chest open even as he tries to make sense of Steve’s wide eyes and pale face. He fucked up—he fucked up and he’s screwed, and the thought of it is almost enough to pull him to his knees.

He reaches for Lorna’s—Loki’s, it’s Loki’s—knife in his pocket and clenches his fingers around the handle hard enough to hurt while he tries to breathe the storm out of his lung, the blankness out of his brain.

He hasn’t told anyone about Loki—not Pepper, who’s seen him through more shit than she should have had to, not Rhodey, who’s undoubtedly going to kill him for the omission, and with good reasons to boot. The only moment Tony even used the name—ha. He really should have guessed, shouldn’t he? Kebradalvin’s presence should have been a dead giveaway! Oh, how stupid can he get?

Months. Months of therapy, of spilling his guts out to a stranger because he thought it’d be safer than trust any of his friends with the mess of him and now—this? Well fucking done, Tony, way to prove you’re actually the idiot you thought you were.

“You said you weren’t keeping tabs on us anymore,” Bruce says from his seat at the very edge of the kitchen.

His voice is full of the same quiet challenge he’s used to coax more than one arrogant dick think of their following words with a lot of carefulness. On the side, Fury gives Bruce a wary side-eye, and Tony wants them both to shut up—to slip into silence and leave what’s left of his world alone. Hell, he’s just about ready to start praying right now—indulge the wobbliness of his knees and call for whoever happens to hear to come and get him out of this nightmare—but Fury steals the rug from under him when he says:

“We at S.H.I.E.L.D came to the conclusion that Iron Man’s safety required special monitoring.”

Tony manages to brace himself on the wall before he actually falls, but it’s a close call—and it doesn’t even really matter anyway. The room blinds him with its harsh lights, overexposed and burning at his eyes harder than the lamps thrown into his face in a darkened cave until he has to swallow against the sudden urge to vomit.

Four months—four months of his life—the thought seizes at his throat, his stomach, his chest, presses at him until he has to gasp around it, drowning in all the things he should never have said, never have confided, and he can’t make himself stop, can’t get air—

“Can’t breathe,” he gasps through sheer miracle, sliding halfway to the floor before Bruce springs out of his chair and stabilizes him, leaving Steve to try and open Tony’s collar.

Tony, meanwhile, can’t—won’t—look anywhere, at anything but Bruce—Bruce, and the way his eyes look like they’re trying to catch Tony and not let him go. Bruce, whose voice is steady and solid when he tells Tony to breath—come on, Tony, in through the nose, out through the mouth, we’ll get there.

It hurts—breathing hurts, looking hurts—but Tony wrestles himself back into some semblance of control, forces his lungs through one, two, three cycles of controlled breathing before he stops feeling like he’s about to have an out of body experience. The whole of him screams, like an exposed nerve rubbed raw, and a small part of his brain wonders if Bruce, who first used the metaphor, feels half that terrified when he hulks out.

If yes, tony is never asking the Big Guy to come out again.

“I have trouble believing you did this for Tony’s sake,” Bruce says after Tony calms down a little, the evenness of his tone keeping Tony anchored there.

Steve’s fingers hurt where they dig into his biceps. Clint and Natasha haven’t made a move either way.

“You don’t have to believe it,” Fury replies with a slight shrug.

Tony grips at Bruce’s shoulder as tight as he holds Loki’s knife, and wishes one or two Norse gods would crash through the ceiling right now. They don’t, though, and so he clings to the tremors of anger in Bruce’s voice when he summarizes:

“You lied to us, breached the doctor-patient contract of privacy—if your boy here is even a real doctor—and set Tony back months in terms of personal progress, and you’re trying to tell us it was all for his sake?”

“I’ll have you know I am—”

“If you’re not a fraud you’re a piece of shit,” Bruce cuts off with uncharacteristic profanity, “either way, you’re seriously starting to annoy me.”

Whatshisface the maybe-therapist shuts up with a squeak and Tony—oh, Tony could kiss Bruce right now, if he weren’t too busy trying to think straight without going into another panic attack. He’s not going to prison—or wherever S.H.I.E.L.D wants to take him, that’s certain. He’s seen the kind of cage they built for Bruce. He’s seen what they think of when faced with a problem—he’s not going down without a fight.

It’s a new though, the refusal to die, but there’s no time to examine it—Tony pulls it close instead, wraps it around him like armor while Bruce—skinny, puny little Bruce with the strength of a nuke beneath his skin—continues to stare Fury down, every line of his body rigidly refusing to give Tony up.

“I think we’ve all noticed Stark’s abnormal behavior,” Fury says, as if he hasn’t heard Bruce’s barely-veiled threat, “and considering he’s mentioned wanting to bone a guy higher than Erik Lehnsherr on the public enemies list—”

Tony gags while the others gasp, mostly because he can almost hear it again—the way he wished Loki weren’t such a complicated person and—no, stop. Shut up—focus. Focus, or give yourself time to get there.

“I was thinking of dating actually,” he manages through the tight lump in his throat, mind racing over possibilities, “just so we’re clear.”

Fury twitches at the touch of sarcasm—it’s good. Piss him off, he won’t be thinking quite so well, will he? Shit, Tony was so stupid though, so naïve—for fuck’s sake Tony, focus!

“Do you really think it matters?” Fury asks with a raised eyebrow, “Did you think we hadn’t noticed you dropping off the radar on the regular? And your behavior hasn’t been going better—

“It’s called depression and suicidal tendencies,” Tony counters, the familiar, thin veneer of sarcasm holding him up against the thought of Fury rattling off all the ways he’s still failing.

If Steve’s face is anything to go by, though, it’s already too late. He steps away from Tony and Bruce, eyes wide as saucers, and while Clint and Natasha aren’t moving any more than they have since the beginning, it’s still easy to guess their surprise in the glance they share.

Think, Tony. Either Fury’s genuinely mistaken—unlikely, considering his resources and the ample evidence that Loki on a mind-controlling spree is far from being that subtle—or he’s deliberately pretending for a reason. The first problem would be easy to solve—a couple of hours, at most.

If it’s the second one, Tony needs to get out or he’ll definitely be doomed.

“Look,” Fury start, looking as genuinely regretful as they come, “I didn’t want to come through this, but you’re not giving me a choice. We are taking your assets into custody.”

“The Iron Man is a private property,” Bruce says, the threat in his voice more evident, you can’t—”

“It’s a private weapon,” Steve counters, kind enough to wince when two unknown agents slip into the kitchen.

He says something else next, but Tony’s brain doesn’t bother tracking that, caught up on Fury’s words. We’re taking your assets into custody. Not the suits. Not the armor. The assets. Dummy. Butterfingers. You.

Jarvis.

Tony’s eyes widen as if in slow motion, and then he’s on his feet, running out of the kitchen as he shouts for Jarvis to put the tower on lockdown, Fury’s rage-filled voice roaring for the agents to catch him. Tony manages to slide one of the bulletproof doors back to the hallway, at least two or three guards slipping in after him—damn, he should have made this whole process faster.

Ten more steps, barrel past another doorway—only two guards and the horrifying sound of crushed limbs follow him into the living room. He has to slam the hidden door hidden next to the chimney into somebody’s face to delay them by a precious few seconds, and clatter down the stairs with a hurricane in his lungs.

He wishes Pepper were here—he’d make a joke about actual secret staircases and forget about the phantom weight of a car battery in his hands—but by the time he realizes she’s too far to reach he’s already in the workshop and screaming his core processor access code. Think, he tells himself as he shoves the hidden panel closed behind him and locks it just in time to keep attackers out, damage control, what would Pepper do?

S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t get Jarvis—it can’t, not ever. Tony has seen the kind of things they did with only their best brains to work on it, and the thought of Jarvis’ decades of advance on any other technology in their hands sends chills down his spine. Tony has to keep him out of anyone’s reach, that much is clear—at least this way, even if he does something horrible, it’ll be on Tony’s head, and no one else. Come on, what would Pepper do?

Not get involved with Loki, for starters. But if she did—if she somehow took a hit to the head and got herself in that situation, with the same profound conviction that Jarvis cannot be allowed into foreign hands, well...it’s not like Tony hasn’t thought of it on his own. One step down, a couple more to go. Now, as Pepper keeps demonstrating, the key to a successful career is time management, right? Right. Let’s manage time, Tony.

“Jarvis,” Tony asks, fingers clenching and unclenching around Loki’s stupid knife that won’t hold its fucking promises, “how long until Fury’s goons get in there?”

“The two in the workshops are currently being kept away from the tools by the house units,” Jarvis replies with a little more trepidation to his voice than usual, “but one of their bullets is bound to hit home, eventually. Best case scenario, you have a little over ten minutes, sir.”

“Let’s assume we’re on worst case,” Tony pushes through gritted teeth.

“Two point fifty-seven minutes.”

Too short to try going around and grabbing a suit, even if it hadn’t been a last-ditch, ‘I don’t want to do this’ reach. Alright. Pepper’s tip to a successful life number two—prioritize. Breathing first—in, hold, out, hold, in, hold, out, hold, repeat until brain starts back. Think.

Plans. They have to go. No one but Tony could have made Jarvis, but any idiot can follow a plan. If S.H.I.E.L.D wants Jarvis, they’ll need the plans or buckle up for twenty years of full-time work. Hardly the takeover they’re going for.

“Okay,” Tony gasps, blinking moisture out of his eyes, “Jarvis, I need you to send a message to Pepper, if you can.”

“The emergency line is under attack,” Jarvis warns, “Transmission not guaranteed.”

“’Kay,” Tony croaks out, eyes closing before he can stop them.

Loki’s knife digs in his palm, between his fingers. His cheeks hurt, nose itching with saltwater dripping onto the tip. His lungs are only seconds from bursting, but he manages to nod when Jarvis announces he’s recording.

“Pepper, they’re wrong, I’m not compromised, I know I’m not, it’s—”

Tony forces his mouth shut when his voice wavers. Limited time. No babbling. Go.

“S.H.I.E.L.D wants Jarvis. Not sure why but I’m not letting them. I’m sorry—don’t leave me there!”

Something bangs outside Tony’s compartment—the metal is too thick for him to hear anything else, but he really hopes none of the bots is damaged beyond repair. There’s no time for a last-minute save, anyway.

God, he’s spent so many hours hunched over the little guys, poured so much of himself into their codes, their casings, their quirks and boo-boos, what’s he going to do now they’re—unavailable, he tells himself firmly. They’ll just be unavailable. For a while. They won’t even notice. They’re just—just—they won’t notice. They won’t hurt. Come on, Tony, you can do this.

“Sir,” Jarvis says, voice oddly gentle through the speakers, “you are running out of time.”

“I know,” Tony replies.

He chokes on the words a little, bumps his forehead against the walls to clear his thoughts—it works and doesn’t at the same time—and manages to produce a pitiful gargle:

“I’ll miss you, Jarvis.”

“Initiating Project Napoleon,” a horrendous excuse for a vocal simulator intones in a droning voice, “execution in fifty nine seconds, fifty-eight, fifty seven—”

A safe box opens next to Tony’s hand, a memory card barely larger than a thumbnail rattling into it for a mere second before Tony catches it and shoves his pants down his legs—

“—thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six—”

—shoves the chip and its plastic up his anus, wincing when the angles catch at the sensitive skin there and why didn’t he—why did he have to—oh, fuck, Jarvis—

“—thirty four, thirty-three, thirty-two—”

—yanks the whole thing back up, holds in a scream as the first suit explodes overhead—

“—sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten—”

—zips himself up, vaguely hopes he’ll die—

“—nine, eight, seven, six, five, four—”

—closes his eyes, breathes out—

“—three, two, one.”

Acrid smoke burns at his lung with the hiss of an air-tight door opening.

Alarms howl to life.

He falls.

{ooo}

“I’m not mind-controlled,” Tony repeats for the thousandth time, forehead braced against the glass wall of his cell, “Fury’s lying.”

On the other side, Steve looks at him with infinite sadness, the kind that says he wishes he could believe the lovely lie he’s being offered but will face the truth for a friend’s sake. The irony is not lost on Tony, and he sorts of wants to smash the expression off with a crowbar.

“He’s made an enemy to the Avengers when he tried to take your suits,” Steve points out, “and he knows it.”

“And yet you’re still with him,” Tony replies, too tired to put much venom into it.

“It’s too stupid a move to be a conspiracy, Tony,” Steve insists, infuriatingly gentle though it all.

Tony hasn’t slept or sat down since he woke up here about five hours ago, which he figures explains why he can’t even bring himself to shake his head. He doesn’t even know if this is a Steve thing or a forties thing, clinging to the possibility of brain washing, but it hardly matters. He doesn’t have any way to prove this—not when they’re all working under the assumption that he’ll try and lie his way out of this mess.

They’ve been around, the lot of them. Fury, to inform him Clint got freed by a solid knock to the head, but S.H.I.E.L.D is willing to try softer treatments. Clint and Natasha snuck in—or so their poses seemed to say—to make sure his cell was as nice as a bare, sheets-free bed and the chrome equivalent of a hole in the ground can be...and Bruce, telling him the blood samples he’d taken of all of them for study purposes have gone missing.

And Steve, presumably to assess the damage by himself, like he always does.

Too bad he’s inflicting most of it at the moment.

“I’m not mind-controlled,” Tony repeats after a long silence,idly wishing he had bars to rest his arms on, “I’ve been hanging out with Loki for four months. If he really were controlling me it’d be one hell of a long-term game.”

A shit strategy, too. What do they all think, that Tony was gonna join the dark side out of pity? Please. Loki probably knows better than try that—should know better, in any case. Tony would tell Fury as much, really, if it didn’t somehow feel like betraying someone—Loki or himself, that’s still a mystery, but betrayal is betrayal, regardless.

Besides, what could he say? ‘It’s not mind-control if he spills his git as much as I do’? Best case scenario, someone would try to use that as a way to get more intel and, well. Friend. Or at least, from where Tony’s standing there’s friendship.

Loki’s radio silence doesn’t exactly say good things about where Tony stands on his priority list.

“Maybe he’s already got what he wanted,” Steve replies, “and he’s keeping you on a leash because you’re a valuable asset.”

“I didn’t take the samples,” Tony sighs, weary of that non-conversation already.

Bruce said the safe was broken into, though the means are still to be determined. If anything, Tony likes to think he’d be smarter about covering his tracks, even under mind control. Besides, from what he’s seen of Loki, he doesn’t seem the type to hold onto useless things unless they’ve got some form of sentimental value, but well. It’s not like saying that would make his situation any better. Worst case scenario, people are going to assume he’s Loki’s accomplice, anyway.

“Honestly, the guy managed to play Thor’s all-seeing bodyguard. Wouldn’t he be a little more subtle about theft?”

Not that Loki has a big history of subtlety in this world, but still. There’s showy, and then there’s stupid.

“Tony,” Steve sighs, disgustingly weary for someone who isn’t in a cell, “are you trying to imply somebody is using you to frame Loki?”

It’s ridiculous, Tony knows—that’s the only thing keeping him from saying yes. Still, he’s been thinking and over-thinking this thing through for the past five hours, and everything else makes even less sense. He can’t be the prime target of this stint—not when S.H.I.E.L.D as personified by Fury recovered so well from Jarvis’ loss. Not when everyone is still firmly blaming Loki for this debacle...not with the battery of tests, some of which he’s imagined himself, looking for magic he’s been subjected to. So, given that he isn’t dead or being taunted with the news coverage that his fall would generate, Tony is pretty sure he’s not the main objective.

The question is, who would frame Loki, and why?

Tony as a proxy sort of makes sense—he’s big, with enough resources to be a threat if compromised—but Loki already tried to conquer the planet, it’s hard to make himself more undesirable than that. Whoever is behind this, whether it’s Fury—impossible to dismiss, although something about the idea feels off—or someone else entirely, they were clearly hoping for Jarvis as a neat bonus prize. They failed, thanks to Tony’s Afghanistan-born paranoia, but that doesn’t change anything to it.

None of that solves the question of why though, and Steve seems to take Tony’s silence as a confession of guilt because he sighs and says:

“See? Even you can’t come up with a reasonable reason for us to trust you.”

“I kind of thought trust came with the ‘friends’ territory,” Tony hisses before he goes for the belt: “either I got some funny idea about us being friend or that guy Bucky wasn’t the man I thought he was.”

“Bucky didn’t try to kill himself!” Steve roars, angry snarl stopping inches away from the glass, “he didn’t suddenly decide his friends couldn’t be trusted with anything and start giving them the slip whenever he couldn’t be arsed to deal with his problems! And he certainly didn’t go from hating the enemy’s gut to pretending they were good guys in four months’ time!”

“I’m not saying he’s a good guy, I’m saying he’s not doing anything to me right now!” Tony protests, voice rising dangerously close to a yell.

Don’t do anything stupid, he tells himself, fingers clenching into fists against the glass, don’t go there.

“Right,” Steve says, voice tight and body taut, “because you’d know that.”

“I’d at least hope you guys could see I’m still using my brain!”

“Are you?”

Steve’s gaze pointedly goes to Tony’s wrist, and Tony surprises himself when he pounds on the glass hard enough to feel something give under the skin. Steve gives him a shocked puppy look, like he’d only been saying the most reasonable thing, like there’s no reason for fury to tear at Tony’s temples—his ribs, his palms—until the world drowns into a sea of red.

“Oh, of course,” Tony hisses, barely more than a breath between the two of them, “of course you’d think I’m stupid for it—”

“I didn’t say—”

“Yes you did!” Tony cuts off, bile burning at his throat like poison, “Stupid Tony Stark, with his money and his name and his brain who builds things no one else could dream of and still finds ways to try and die! Useless Tony Stark, who could do so much for the world and gets drunk and parties instead—don’t you think I’ve heard it all by now? Don’t you think I know that?”

“Tony, I wasn’t—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Rogers!”

Steve’s face falls, and Tony should stop, should be ashamed and hate himself—will be ashamed and hate himself soon enough—but for now he’s hurting as much as he’s ever hurt, and he’s taken it in silence long enough damnit! He’s taken it all in—the punches, the disdain, the reproaches, and fuck they’ve hurt, but to have them fall from Captain America’s mouth? From the same guy he’s admired and hated since he was old enough to remember?

Well, there had to be a last straw at some point.

“I’m a screwed up, useless piece of shit of a failure, don’t you see that? We’re not all like you—we can’t all be America’s golden boy, the poster child for everything good and righteous on this earth—some of us are just useless messes, that’s how it is! You want a lie? You want a facade? Try the guy you thought I was before this whole debacle! God, Rogers, why do you think I wanted to die?”

“Tony, you didn’t really—”

“Oh yes I did!” Tony hisses, voice dropping almost to a whisper, a thin sliver of poison he can almost feel drifting out of his body and into Steve’s ears, “believe me, I wanted to—haven’t you heard the docs? Five minutes later and I was done for, and that was the goal. But of course,” Tony continues in a more regular volume, “you don’t see that. You don’t believe that. How could you, you perfect, self-righteous ass? You don’t have to wake up every morning wondering if anybody would ever miss you, do you? I bet you’ve never even doubted you had anything to offer the world, have you? You have no idea what it feels like to be me.”

“Tony,” Steve tries again, eyes shining as his face crumbles, “I didn’t mean to—”

“You know I hate you, right?” Tony asks, voice rising with every word, “I tried to hide it—I tried to be a good teammate, a good friend, even, ha! Like I’d ever be worth that! But I hate you, Rogers. I’ve spent my entire life listening to the world rant about how perfect, how chivalrous, how painfully golden you were—all my life. Gods, the hours Howard spent looking for you, talking about you—the house was a fucking museum, your name never to be spoken in vain, and I spent so much time trying to beat you, trying to be better than you—I should have known it was a lost fight from the start! How dumb can I get, right? And the worst part is—the worst part is you—you’re—you! You don’t even have the decency to just be a random schmuck with lab-grown muscles, no! You have to go an live up to the legend! Smile at kittens, never cries, always right mister Rogers, prancing around like a gift from God while the rest of us just—just—”

Tony turns away from Steve with a strangled cry of anger and frustration, hands flailing aimlessly at his side. He wants to break something—smash a vase, rip sheets apart, kick the toilets until he dents the metal, scream into a pillow all at the same time but somehow, all of it seems so—so—stupid, and over dramatic, and Tony just—just—

“Tony, no!” Steve yells when Tony hits his forehead with the butt of his hand for the first time, “stop! Don’t do that!”

Tony doesn’t stop, hitting at his forehead again and again until a piercing headache settles in his skull for the long haul. There’s just—there’s too much. It’s all too much. The pain, the anger, the hatred, the frustration, and now Steve—what the fuck is Tony supposed to do with this? Be patient? Be understanding? Be kind? When was the world ever kind to him?

Yeah, sure, they’re the accident of birth—there’s the money, and the girls—but there’s the loneliness and despair too, there’s the betrayals and the attempted murders, and there’s the gnawing pit of emptiness inside, where he knows even Pepper and Rhodey can’t reach because they’re trying—bless their souls, they’ve been trying so hard—but Tony is just far too fucked up for it to work! And really how is any of it fair? Is that what he gets for being born filthy rich? Is that it? Some kind of cosmic punishment saying he can have one but not the other, that if he’s going to go through life not knowing what it’s like to worry about money he’s damned well gonna know what it’s like to watch everyone he loves leave though his own faults?

“Please, Tony,” Steve tries again when Tony’s hands reach for his face and settle there, as if he could make the world disappear just by not seeing it, “you don’t have to do that. This isn’t—”

“Get out,” Tony tells him, voice muffled by his fingers.

“Tony, I’m trying to—”

“Just get out. Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you.”

There’s a quiet gasp and a shuffle of feet, like Steve is about to protest again, but Tony doesn’t have it in him to ask again. He wipes his face instead, more surprised than he should be to find it wet, and makes his way over to the bed.

His brain feels like it’s banging at the edges of his skull when he faceplants into the mattress, the pain sharp and pointed as a knife, but he doesn’t care. He’ll hate his words—hate himself for them—soon enough, maybe. If he’s good enough a man for that. For now, the whole thing feels mostly like he’s drawn all the pus from a wound—not lighter exactly, not better by a long shot, but still feeling like it’s a first step of healing.

Steve leaves.

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