#his one job is to kill inside bugs and he just can’t do it

[exastriscass]

The cat when there is a bird outside: master hunter, perfect pounce position, would be able to get bird if it weren’t for the pesky window

The cat when there is a tiny bug inside: suddenly I cannot see, wet paper towel man, mother I sniffed it and didn’t like it

[beomcharms]

moths to a flame ✧.*

pairings : beomgyu x reader

genre : childhood friends to lovers (idiots to lovers mostly)

warnings: a little bit of kissing but mostly just fluff, suggestive

wc : 1.6k

a/n : this is just a short and sweet fic for beomgyu because i miss talk x today :)

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“And you thought this would be a good idea ?!” you huff out pulling on one end of the tent.

“Shut up” Beomgyu mutters from somewhere on the other side. “Tiktok made me believe it was a good idea to go camping with your friends”

The sun sat on top of your heads and the heat was unbearable. Beomgyu had picked you up today morning for a surprise hangout. Little did you know, he was trying to grill you alive.

“Gyu are you really pitching it back there ?” You shout at him.

“Yes you- ahhh” you hear him shout and you rush out to the other side, letting the tent collapse.

“What- what is it?” You ask frantically while Beomgyu jumps about.

“A big fucking giant ass bug just flew in- THERE IT IS” he screams hiding behind you. You look carefully and you notice a beetle making its way towards your boot. You give it a stomp and kick it away. Now, you were not one to kill insects but you knew Beomgyu wouldn’t calm down unless he was sure it was gone.

“There, it’s gone” you sigh while he continues to hover behind your shoulder.

“My saviour” he says and looks at you with such admiration that you feel less annoyed with him.

“Let’s watch that YouTube video again” you tell him and huddle over his phone together.

Somehow it’s always been like this. Beomgyu and you had been best friends since, god knows how long. You knew his fears and likes like the back of your hand. He was loud and obnoxious and annoyed you to no end, but Beomgyu had a sensitive side to him, which was why you stuck with him. Once Beomgyu liked you, he stuck to you like gum.

-.-

It’s almost evening by the time you set up the tent and you both sit outside completely exhausted.

“I can’t believe we will have to take it all down in a couple of hours” you mutter.

“Shh… let’s not talk about that and honestly I think it might actually collapse before we have to dismantle it” Beomgyu tells you placing a finger on your lips and you look at him.

Sometimes it hurts to see how beautiful he is, inside out. But Beomgyu always looked like he had no clue about it which irritated you. He could have girls and guys swooning over him and yet be completely oblivious to it.

College began in a week and the summer break was almost coming to its end.

Your friends would often joke about how Beomgyu and you would ‘breakup’ once college starts and sometimes it would get to you, you couldn’t imagine a life without him.

Beomgyu had surprised you with his college application though. He didn’t tell you but he had applied to your same college and had got in, for which you felt extremely grateful for. College in itself would be a scary experience, and you thank god you’d have Beomgyu by your side.

-.-

“What would you do without me ?” Beomgyu laughs as he grills the meat. You patiently wait for it beside him, your only job being cooking the ramen. You were a terrible chef and ramen was your only saving grace.

“Hey! I have all the other talents just not cooking” you huff out. “Besides I have you to grill my meat Chef Choi”

“Hmm” he murmurs “I’m going to ignore the inuendos there” and you slap his shoulder.

“Think about it, you can do the cooking and I’ll keep the bugs away” you tell him and Beomgyu smiles.

The sun was setting and despite your complaints you had a great view of the sunset. It was pretty and healing and you felt drunk in coziness.

“Have you talked to your roommate yet ?” Beomgyu asks you. You had gotten separate dorms and Beomgyu had already taken a liking to his roommate. You on the other hand was terrified of reaching out.

“I’ll figure it out” you mutter at him. You had seen her photo and she looked pretty intimidating.

“I’ll text her for you, hand me your phone” he tells you holding out his gloved hand.

“Fuck no” you say. You were a coward, not a loser. “Gyu don’t worry about it, I do much better in real life, than online” you tell him.

“Alright” he tells you going back to the grilling, “I don’t get it” he says.

“What ?” You ask him, opening the ramen pot. It was close to being done.

“You are shy around everyone else but me” he huffs out.

“That’s because I’ve known you since I was three” you remind him. It was true. Beomgyu was the only person around whom you could breathe easy and let yourself be. You had terrible social anxiety and if it weren’t for him you are pretty sure you wouldn’t have any friends.

Beomgyu cuts up the pieces of meat while you turn off the stove and pour the ramen into the bowls. You hand Beomgyu the chopsticks before sitting down beside him.

There is a few moments of comfortable silence as you slurp down your noodles. Beomgyu seems lost in thought and you let him be.

-.-

It’s almost 7 by the time you wrap up the dishes. You wait outside your tent, which had collapsed only once before you managed to put it up again, with your coffee.

“This was fun” you tell Beomgyu softly.

“Yeah” he says. He’s been awfully quiet since dinner and you wondered what happened.

“What’s wrong ?” you finally ask him nudging his shoulder so that he’d look at you.

“Nothings wrong” he tells you but you continue looking at him and he rolls his eyes. “Well, don’t I ever make you nervous?” he huffs out.

You blink back in surprise. He was still thinking about that ? Beomgyu didn’t make you nervous… he made you flustered.

“Uh… not really” you tell him, trying to diffuse the growing tension.

Beomgyu leans in closer and you look away, “Not even a little ?” he whispers and you shiver a bit.

“No” you tell him pushing him away but he doesn’t budge. Beomgyu leans closer still and you have no option but to look at him.

“Not even when I do this ?” He asks you cupping your cheeks and squishing them, making your lips pout while you shake your head in disagreement. You can feel the heat on your face.

“You can’t lie to save your own life” Beomgyu grins and you hide your face in embarrassment. Beomgyu pulls your hands away from your face, holding it in his own and you look down.

Beomgyu tips up your chin to make you look at him and he has the widest grin. “You are cute” he tells you before leaning away and you try to steady your rising heart rate.

“And I like you” he adds. “Maybe even disgustingly L word you”

“What?” You ask in surprise.

“I thought it was pretty obvious” he tells you in his own casual way, while you try to figure out what just happened.

“Wait” you tell him, turning his face so he’d look at you. “You like me?”

“Duh” he replies, trying to look calm and collected but you can tell he is nervous taking note of his pink ears. You smile at him and then nod your head.

“Aren’t you going to say it back ?” Beomgyu whines and you shrug your shoulder.

“Well if it’s so obvious, why should I ?” You tease and Beomgyu pouts at you, “Come on, just say it” Beomgyu huffs and you almost laugh.

Beomgyu turns away in annoyance and the sight is so familiar to you, that it fills you with warmth. Even when you were kids, Beomgyu would pout and turn away to not look at you when you fought. Sulky boy.

“Hey” you call him tapping his shoulder, but he refuses to look at you.

“Beomgyuu” you whine pulling on his jacket, “Ofcourse I like you too” you tell him shaking his shoulder.

“You are just saying that” he mutters looking at the trees.

“Come on look at me” you tell him pulling on his arm and he finally turns to you.

“I like you too you dork” you tell him, holding his face and the tiniest of smiles play on his lips.

“And do I make you nervous ?” Beomgyu asks you.

“You make me wild” you tell him, leaning in giving him a soft kiss on his cheeks.

Beomgyu turns your head to capture your lips. The kiss is so soft and gentle and Beomgyu cradles your head and holds you like you are the most precious thing ever.

You lean away and look at Beomgyu again. He is full on smiling and his whisker dimples are so cute that you can’t help but kiss his cheeks again.

There is a sound of a crash and you both turn around. The tent had managed to collapse again.

So much for a romantic ending to your day.

-.-

EPILOGUE-

A day ago,

Beomgyu sits in his room, scrolling through TikTok’s. College started in a week and he thinks this would be the perfect time to confess to you. He just doesn’t know how.

Beomgyu knew you would hate it if he did something big. And he doesn’t want to do something clichè. He had asked his friends and all of them gave ideas which got progressively more worse.

Beomgyu sighs and continues scrolling. He passes a few when he comes across a TikTok of a couple on their camping trip and a bulb turns on in his head.

Camping. Sounds perfect. Except he didn’t have any equipment. Maybe Kai would have something.

And maybe, just maybe things would work out.

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🎧 i really hope you enjoyed reading this fic, if you did please leave a like/reblog or leave a comment it helps me out a lot, xoxo 🎧

[uplatterme]

blake, imagine dottore made a clone... again. But he accidentally got a Toddler version of himself🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

Lil shits a menace🙂

dottore thinks that it’s fine. it’s not the first time he’s made a mistake when it comes to his projects. it’s normal for occurrences like this to happen.

so when he’s about to toss the dormant body and incinerate it, he didn’t give a single care in the world.

that is until, you showed up in the picture.

the lever is warm in his hands, dottore holding onto it as you stared at him.

“oh my god! that’s adorable!” you grin at the tiny dottore.

dottore bites the inside of his cheek. if he did this earlier, this wouldn’t have happened.

“when’s he gonna wake up?” you ask, admiring how soft the child looks.

fuck.

so, dottore is forced to keep the child because he couldn’t bear it to see you disappointed.

he should have known it was a bad idea.

“you, child. this is your job for the day.” he spits out, disgusted to even to look at his mistake.

you grab the folder in his hands, giving it a quick read and returning it to dottore.

“isn’t this too dangerous? you can’t send him out there.” you say.

that was the point, dottore wants to say. the only way he can get rid of this child is if it happened under natural causes.

“he’ll be fine.” he reassures you.

“can’t you get someone else to do it? tiny ‘ttore is still new, you know?”

“great. you’ve given him a nickname.” he groans, rolling his eyes.

in the end, dottore couldn’t argue with you and tiny!ttore lived to see another day.

thanks to the bug. you and dottore barely get to spend time anymore, the lunch dates you two always had was now intercepted.

so when he finally had time to have you all for himself, dottore wouldn’t just let that time go to waste.

“h-hurry!” dottore whines, pushing his body against yours.

“aren’t you eager?” you tease, your fingers running through his soft hair.

you pull his head towards yours, your lips only centimeters away from each other. yes, finally–!

a knock on the door distracts you, and dottore swears that he will kill whoever it is that was behind that noise.

“can i sleep here? i had a nightmare.” tiny!ttore says, a fluffed toy around his arm.

“aww. of course, sweetie. come on, you can sleep here in the middle of the bed."

“huh? what about–” dottore stutters, this whole thing was unbelievable!

now? when things were just heating up?

“we can reschedule it, dear. sorry.”

dottore clenches his fists so hard, his nails stabbed through his skin.

he looks at the child who is now snuggling under the blankets.

and for a single second, he sees the child grin evilly. as if he knows what he had just interrupted.

he stares at dottore before mouthing words that no one would ever dare to say to him.

“they’re mine now.”

dottore’s mouth is left hanging.

that little shit!

[holylulusworld]

Papillon - Prologue

Summary: You’re more than the new maid.

Pairing: Mobster!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, roughness, language, hand around throat, violence, blood, unwanted kissing, threats, darkish Clark, mafia AU

Papillon Masterlist

Everything went according to plan. You got the position at his household. Bugged the whole place. You even managed to sneak into his office to hide a camera.

Everything went according to plan until the house of cards you built on uncertain ground collapsed.

One lapse. A simple mistake.

Your boss told you to watch your every step. Never let your mask slip. Obey. Clean the rooms. Listen to every snippet of conversation you hear.

He told you to not interfere with anything going on at Clark Kent’s household. Never.

Duck your head. Get the information you need to bring his organization down. Don’t make mistakes.

Easier said than done.

All the other employees seem to be used to watching Clark’s men beat a man to death.

You aren’t.

For four months you were invisible to Clark Kent. The man most people, even cops fear. For four months you did a great job.

You made him believe you are a shy mouse, never even looking his way. Just how he likes his employees. Scared and discreet.

Not a look in his direction. Not a word said.

Until tonight.

Damn, his right-hand man. He wanted you to clean Clark’s office while said man is around. Including the men beating someone into submission.

One of your colleagues. Or rather an officer crossing Clark’s path this morning.

The man minded his business and only tried to do his job. He made the mistake of stopping Clark’s car because the feared mobster drove too fast.

“This is my town,” Clark taunts as the poor officer shrinks even further into the seat. “You don’t stop Clark Kent on his way to a business meeting. Everyone knows the rules in this town. Because I run this fucking town.”

Clark nods at one of his men, smirking as you try not to watch one of them hit the officer square in the jaw. Blood splatters all over the freshly cleaned floor, and a tooth lands right next to your foot.

You don’t look up or try to help the officer. Clark won’t kill him in front of witnesses. And he won’t let him disappear. Too many people saw his men drag the officer inside his home.

No. He will only make sure that the rookie knows the rules after he’s done with him.

You try to blend the noises the officer makes out. Ignore the blood. Ignore his screams. You can’t blow your cover for some rookie. If you do, you are both dead.

He’ll live and learn his lesson the hard way.

“Break two fingers,” Clark orders. Your eyes flit up for the first time since you worked at his house. Mistake. His stormy blue ones meet yours, and you know, he saw right through you.

“Stop.” Your heart starts racing when Clark lifts his hand to stop his men. “Bring him home. Make sure he gets medical help. I think he learned his lesson.”

“You sure, boss?” Jimmy asks. “We barely touched him.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Clark holds your gaze. He smirks, dismissing his men as he won’t look away. “Leave me alone.”

“What about the maid?”

“She can clean the mess you made, right?” Now you swallow thickly. Clark took two steps toward you, dwarfing you with his sheer presence. “Get out!”

“Okay.” Jimmy and one of the other men help the officer out of his seat. They walk out of the room, leaving you with the big bad wolf.

“So,” he dips his head as you grip the mop a little tighter. Your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in. Can you make it to the door? But what good will it do if you reach the door? You still have to outrun all of his men.

Men with guns.

“I’ll clean the mess up, Sir,” you hastily say. Maybe. Just maybe he didn’t see the disgust and judgment in your eyes.

“Drop the act, papillon,” he dips his head to look you up and down. “I knew something was off with you. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Now I know.” You gasp when his large palm wraps around your throat.

Clark slams your body against the shelf at his office, making you cry out in pain. The air gets punched out of your lungs at the force and you struggle to breathe. “You are not a maid, aren’t you.”

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about, Sir. I came here to clean the house. Jimmy wanted me to clean the office today.”

“Hmmm…” he leans closer, nose brushing over your cheek. Clark can feel your pulse racing. “Why are you so scared then?”

“Y-ou hurt a man and there was blood. I-I’m just a little dizzy. I can’t see blood…I’m sorry,” you try your best to present a believable lie. “Please, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh, papillon,” he purrs in your ear. “Did you honestly believe I wouldn’t find out that you are a sneaky little rat? You bugged my place and that little camera you tried to hide. Masterfully.”

Clark laughs in your face. You failed. Epically. This is the end. He will kill you now, and no one will ever find your tormented body.

“I…” what can you reply? There is nothing you can do but accept fate.

“Do you know what gave you away?” He roughly grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “You’ll learn that I want you to answer me if I ask you a question. So, do you know what gave you away?”

You shake your head.

“Use your voice.” He warns.

“No.”

“Your eyes,” he grips your chin a little tighter. “The way you looked at me,” Clark smirks darkly. “You looked like you were about to attack me.”

His lips press against yours, claiming them as his property without asking.

“They know I’m here,” you try. “They will come for me.”

“No, they won’t papillon,” he nips at your lips. “They sent you to me to get rid of you. I knew from you the moment you applied for the job. I asked for a proof of trust. And they gave me you.”

“I don’t understand,” you press your hand weakly against his firm chest. Clark is like a brick wall pressing you against the shelf behind you.

“I wanted something nice this time. Something I can break,” he nuzzles your cheek. “I'll give you a choice.”

“Choice?” you hiccup. There is no way out. No one will come to your aid. You drop your eyes and whimper. “What choice?”

He drops his hand from your face and steps away, admiring your scared form.

“You can either tell them to get you, and save you or,” Clark smirks darkly as he roams your body, “or you go down on your knees and put that lying tongue to better use.”

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[fictionalslvr]

Part one. Part two.

SYNOPSIS: "Ghost" is your new neighbor in your apartment complex, everyone is afraid of him, but not you. He can't understand why you're so kind to him, and thinks he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't have no one to celebrate Christmas.

PAIRING: Neighbor¡Simon x F¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.045k

WARNINGS: fluffy, angst, mentions of blood, war, s.a (not directly) ect.

NOTES: This is the last part of this mini serie, sobs sobs. I hope you guys enjoyed until now 🫶🩵 (for some reason my tumblr bugs and won't let me make some phrases bold, ignore that.)

And again, tell me if there's something wrong, english is not my first language.

PREVIOUS PART

❝How can you miss someone you've never met?❞

Simon is a stubborn man. He is used to believing that maintaining distance would keep people safe from him, and this is not very polite of him. Sometimes, he would even be rough without noticing, making someone he cares for upset. It could or not, be his choice to do so. He did this a lot to his team, thinking that this would keep them safe, away from him, like killing two birds with one stone., keeping his past hidden, and not losing anyone as well. It’s hard not to get attached to someone, he can’t really control that, and when he realizes, he’s suddenly more cold than before, afraid that he will lose everything once more. Only he would understand the pain he felt, the knot on his guts when he saw his family vanishing from his hands, everything he fought for in years, going away in a blink of an eye, he surely doesn’t want to feel those sensations again. Guilty, vulnerable and useless, he really felt like this back then, trying even to make some therapy wouldn’t help, he found it nonsense, would only make his anger issues harder. As for now, he’s not that melancholic about it, trying to live his life after years of that, it already happened, he can’t change this. Even killing the one who did this to his family wouldn’t be one hundred percent enough, but for a long while, kept his mind thinking that he did justice with his own hands, and this was good for a moment. When Simon left only for himself, Ghost appeared, embracing his old identity for a new living he would start. It was very spontaneous, he suddenly took charge of his life for his own good, and Simon let it be like a second identity. They’re actually the same, but he likes to think that Ghost is a better version of himself, that is stronger and braver. He took all his fears and used them as a strength, became a new one, that he would only let it slip alone or outside the job. For a moment, he thought he would lose himself that way, until he found a in between line of being Ghost and Simon, he would live happily on that tightrope, finding some balance on top of it, slipping his feet sometimes, but never falling completely.

He takes a lot of pain for himself, and crying is something he never thought of doing. He passed through a lot, a lot that took his ability to cry. He would feel his heart ache, his lips drying and his heartbeat increasing…for not even a single drop of tear left his eyes. It was like he had no emotions at all, but from inside, he was cracked up, like a porcelain vase being glued all together again and again, for years. Usually, when he’s sad, he would stare at the wall or the ceiling, forgetting everything around him to think too much, alone, for himself only. Or, he would just stare, blankly, not a single thought on his mind. That’s when he got the habit of smoking, feeling the smoke filling his lungs would keep him distracted from the bad feelings. When he takes shots of whiskey, he’s very bad, and needs something stronger to bury his soul. He’s actually afraid on the back of his mind, afraid that he would end up addicted, so he truly drinks only a few times, but making sure he would knock out and wake up regurgitating all the liquid, the emptiness on his stomach would start to ache, and the hangover was a reminder that he wouldn’t forget everything so easily.

If there's one thing he didn’t like were commemorative dates, especially Christmas. In those days, he would try his best to not leave his home, but either way, he couldn’t escape the families nearby, all laughing and enjoying moments together. Those damn nights, he would sit on his table, a glass of whiskey in hands, all alone, and looking at the windows gave him the sight of a big family, around the table celebrating the food or kids opening gifts. Once, he tried to close the windows, like a grumpy older man that doesn't like to see happy people. That didn’t help a single bit, living in an apartment complex and those thin walls…he could hear some chatter anyways. The problem was not them, nor was the date itself, it was him. He knows that this way, he would look like Grinch himself, hating Christmas. He doesn't truly hate, he just didn’t like how it reminded him of the past, how a great time turned to a tragedy in his life. And hearing the little kids opening the gifts would make his face melt in sorrow, he always had a soft spot for children, ever since he had a nephew, he stills remember how happy the kid was with his gift.

—"Uncle, you really gave me the scooter that I asked for?” — The little boy giggled. Excited for the unwrapped gift in his hands, Simon nodded with his head, in silence, but with a big grin on his face.

—”Now, now. What do we say to him?” — His lovely mother caressed his back, reminding him to be grateful for the gift.

—”Thanks uncle Simon! You’re the best!”

He never used it. Never had the time to play with his new gift. His voice is still so fresh in Simon's memories, that each time the Christmas is close, he can hear his voice in his mind. The little boy's eyes would sparkle up, the fireplace making everything nice and comfy. When he blinks his eyes, he can see where he is now, a cold place, all alone.

It’s been a long time, and he’s avoiding you. The head nods turned into his eyes turning away from yours, the soft chuckles once in a while turned into silence, and not even the hand wave would be present. Of course, you would keep your life, going to work, coming back, having the little cat nearby and her purrs calming you down, drinking coffee in the mornings and reminding of…him. Simon’s stubborn, you told him that being cold won’t make you leave, but he suddenly became more distant than before, and this was a pain you would have to carry. He’s not an easy person to deal with, that’s obvious, the closer you get, the more he pushes you away. That would cause you shame, shame for being ignored in the hallways, shame for being stupid for a friendship that never quite existed. At first, you thought it was your imagination, that he was only in a bad mood. But when you knock on his door and he doesn’t open, even if you heard his footsteps, then you’re sure he’s ignoring you. His mind is playing with his sanity, he can’t keep seeing you and not getting even more attached, so the only option he had was to ignore you, and pretend that they never met. Simon felt awful doing that, you were the only one with the courage to speak to him, and that’s how he returns the good act? He is always that ignorant.

As Christmas gets close, he wonders if your family is coming to your house, and this year, he would listen to you, giggling with your family on a full table, decorations all over the place, and the mix of red and green starts to bother him. When the day finally comes…silence at the apartment above, that’s weird, he surely saw the pictures you had with your family. The curiosity is eating him alive, trying the best to disguise it. It’s hard to see your excited figure wave at him, and ignores completely. On the night of Christmas Eve, he was walking on the hallways, making his way back to his home after a meeting for job, and luckily or not, he ends up on the same elevator as you, the tense atmosphere when his hand is in between the metal, almost losing it, he enters it quickly, now giving the chance to the heavy doors close. When Simon lays his back against the cold metal, he sees you, winter clothes and a scarf, it’s so cold that you’re nuzzling your nose to the fabric, in an attempt to warm you up. The silence is weird, you don’t even look at his face, and there’s nothing on your hands, making clear that you’re not putting decorations for today. Simon clears his throat, he wants you to talk to him, how ironic after all these weeks ignoring you. Weirdly putting his hands on his pockets.

—”So…no preparations for today?” — His cold voice suddenly rings your attention. You shake your head slightly and lift your chin to meet his eyes, his face, as you’re used to being hidden by that balaclava. It’s weird to see him starting a dialogue after all this time being ignored, you lift an eyebrow before answering.

—”Just me. As always.” — For the first time, your voice sounds painful. He wants to ask why, but doesn’t deserve an answer after being a jerk with you. —”M’sorry for…avoiding you.”

He just asked for an apology? Seems like he had a big time thinking after weeks alone, and the past caught him by the feet, dragging him to that pit of regret. Simon looks away, not wanting to see your eyes after doing something so weird like apologizing.

—”That’s okay.” — No more words were needed, his face turned to see yours, and when your lips curled up in a smile, his shoulders felt a lot more light. The metal door creaks open, interrupting Simon to say more with that loud rusty noise.

—”Do you…want a coffee?”

—”Of course.”

Being here is all he needed after this long and sufferable week. The cozy air in your home would bring him immeasurable peace.Simon watches as you take off the scarf around your neck and pulls a chair for him.

—”Feel comfortable.” — You mumbled with a soft grin. He sits there immediately, watching the surroundings of your home once more, like he’s remembering how it was the last time he was here. But nothing changed. No artificial trees or Christmas stocking, nor fairy lights. Not even a single detail about this special date.

—”You don’t celebrate?” — He asked weirdly, while your back was turned to him, taking the pot of coffee, as you turned your body to face him, a confused expression meet him.

—”What? Christmas?”

—”Yeah. Is it…religion?”

—”Oh no, i just don’t have anyone to celebrate with.” — Simon nods, not daring to ask a single question more.

You lift up the sleeve of your shirt, pouring the coffee in the cups, and he keeps an eye on you, finally noticing a big burn scar all over your arm. Behind that mask, his lips parted, surprised with something about you he never saw before. Someone happy as you, had lost your family too.

—”How did you…” — He points to the burn scar, not directly mentioning it. You chuckles softly at his description on that matter.

—”I survived an accident. Was just me and my sister.”

—”So why isn’t she here now?”

—”She lives in another state, can’t come to celebrate it.” — As the steam flows out of the cups, Simon gets himself in a chokehold. He sure doesn't have a lot of manners, but the way you treated an accident was way different from his. You sit on the chair beside him, putting the pout of coffee down on the table.

—”My condolences for your family.”

—”There’s no need for that, I'm sure they’re resting now. It’s been a long time since it happened.”

—”Can i…touch your scar?”

—”Sure.” — This new discovery took all of his attention, he didn’t care about the coffee anymore. You offer him your arm, lifting up the sleeve to your shoulders.

Simon was completely mesmerized by it, such a big scar that starts on your fingertips, to your shoulders. His thumb gently presses it, with such tenderness that you looked like it could break at any moment. Slowly, his thumb moves along your hand, traveling to your arm and feeling the texture of it, that gentle movement along your arm, feeling every fiber of you as a new thing. He never asked for this before, and having him so focused on you it’s great. His eyes follow his trails, going all the way to your shoulders and making you shiver gently. This scar, just as the many that he has, was an act of bravery of yours, a sign that you’re still here, in this mediocre world. He always looked at his scars with disgust, thought that would make him feel ugly, but seeing yours…he felt connected to you. He was understanding himself with your story, your life on the press of his thumbs.

—”They look painful.”

—”It was. Had a lot of trouble taking care of it alone.”

—”That’s…so admirable.” — You knew how lucky you were to be alive from that accident, the doctors told you that you managed to escape from the toxic smoke, being burned and are still alive. But you never thought that he would find something like this admirable.

—”You really think so?”

—”Yeah, I'm being honest, it’s pretty…” — His hands move along your arm one last time, before letting you go. Letting that sensation go away.

—”Well, thanks then.”

—”Just telling the truth. I have a lot of scars as well, I understand you.” — For the first time, he shares something about himself, without you asking for it. That lights up all your face as you pull your sleeve back down.

—”Really? How many?”

—”I don’t know…I never count them. Have you ever counted how many moles you have?”

—”Course not, it’s too many.”

—”That’s why I never count my scars.” — His words make your breath hitch for a moment, you sigh heavily before looking away. The coffee in the cups is starting to cool down.

—”Where are your scars?”

—”All over it, almost. Face, chest, abdomen…ribs.” — He takes his own moment on the last word, like it's something that really matters for him.

—”I can’t imagine what you passed through.”

—”Don’t even try, you won’t guess correctly.” — Simon exhales deeply, looking down to the now cold coffee. The silence creeps once more, and you just have to ask.

—”I’ve been wanting to ask…why have you ignored me all these weeks?”

—”I was scared.”

—”Scared?”

—”Yeah, I have fears as well.” — He shrugs and that makes you chuckle softly

—”I know this. I’m asking...fear of what?” — Simon stays silent for a while, reluctantly answering —”Fear that you came to stay.”

His words are confused, sometimes look like he’s talking to himself. That makes you tilt your head a little, looking at his almond shaped eyes running from yours.

—”I’m not used to people like you. That doesn’t run away from me, or leave at the first talk.”

—”Well…?”

—”I realized that I can't run away from you anymore.” — These words, is like he’s been feeling what you felt as well, since you first encountered him, the way that he had an amount of power over you, that made you become more and more curious about him. Seems like he is finally opening up about his feelings.

—”I want you to know…to know me properly.”

—”So…no more ignoring?”

—”No more ignoring. Just the real Simon.” — His eyes meet yours, and even behind the mask, you can sense a smile out of him, from the way his eyes squint. —”But promise me something.”

—”What is it?”

—”That you won’t leave me after knowing the truth.” — Your face brightens, and you nod with your head at him.

—”Okay, I promise you, Simon.”

—”Thank you, [name].” — With that, Simon hands wander over his mask, and he takes it off completely, giving you the vision of…his face.

He’s just as handsome as you thought. Bushy eyebrows now visible, his short blond hair a bit messy, that jawline making his face more than memorable. And besides all of that, scars. One big one at the side of his lips, another one on his eyes. He looks away like a flustered little child, scratching the back of his neck and your eyes almost close for smiling too much. You giggle softly with the sight, a giggle that tells him ‘is okay’, that makes him feel safe again to look you in the eyes. He becomes lost in that sight, your face melting with smiles, so happy to finally know him truly, that he’s finally opening up for you, that he smiles too, a soft little smile. Only he knows how much he wanted this, to be real with you, to show himself, and that you would continue to look at him with that grin on your face.

—”It’s nice to meet you, Simon.”

The comfort of your voice is all he needed at this moment. The way your voice brings him peace. That ache of his heart finally leaving, knowing that he won’t lose you anytime soon. That you’re here, with him. Both heartbeats increase, silly smiles all over, maybe it’s the Christmas spirit making everything more cozy. Or maybe it’s because one needs another to understand…that not everything can be solved, but that things can stay in the past, not be forgotten.

—”Can we…spend this Christmas together?” — He knows that is safe, that he won’t lose you to those cruel people who killed his family. That for the first time, he can have a normal Christmas. You only nod your head gently, a brief answer that he needs.

To make everything more comfortable, your little cat appears, climbing Simon’s lap and staying there lazily.

—”Sorry for her…”

—”Oh hello little one, we meet again…” — Simon mumbles, looking down at the little feline, his hands caressing her fur gently. Even without the mask, she could recognize him. The view makes your heart flutter.

—”Again?” — You ask in between chuckles. It was indeed, adorable to see this.

—”I met her when you slept on the couch, she was all over me.”

—”She’s a clever little kitten.”

When you say that, a relieved exhale leaves your lips. From now on, you’ll be able to meet the real Simon, and the idea of having him close, it’s not a problem for you.

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hello i have decided to become fully cringe so here is uh uh uh my bugbo vore fic, i am, just a litol guy. sob sob ue ue ue soung of crying i purpsefully didnt wanna put much effort into this cause idk i feel silly /neg

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(967 words) [attempted murder]

Gradient Joe carries Gerbo and Bugbo on opposite shoulders, walking casually as they enjoy bugsummer. Gerbo sways his many limbs joyfully as he enjoys the scenery, and Bugbo smiles, social battery recharging from the day’s events. They all remain silent, simply taking in their environment spending time together. It’s a pleasant moment, but nothing good lasts forever.

Suddenly, the world is shaken as another being drops down, thud as his legs met the ground. The flyswatter person raised his arms to the sky, loudly announcing, “IT IS I, ONCE AGAIN!”

Bugbo’s antenna twitched impatiently, “Who are you again?”

He stuttered, taken aback, “YOU- Thomas Flyswatter, your enemy! How many times will you forget me?!”

Gerbo frowned, “We were enjoying our time alone…” “NOT ANYMORE!” Thomas screeched, pulling out a weapon of some sorts, “I’VE FOUND THE PERFECT WAY TO EXTERMINATE YOU PESTS! And this time, I won’t let you get away!”

Bugbo grimaced, “Leave. We don’t want you here.”

The flyswatter laughed maniacally, “MWAHAHA, yes! Be annoyed, and now-” he readied the gun, “Be destroyed!!”

“Joe,” Bugbo didn’t need to give any instruction, as Joe swat the gun out of Flyswatter’s hands. 

Thomas stared down defeated, “HOW?? No need- you can’t best me that easily, I have ANOTHER!” Then he proceeded to pull out a bigger gun. He struggled to hold it, and his body quivered under it’s weight, but it was aimed directly at Bugbo’s head.

Again, Joe simply swiped the gun from Thomas’ grasp, and crushed his hopes again.

“Excellent job, Joe. Now, let’s leave.”

Gerbo cheered, and Joe turned around and started to walk away.

“WAIT!” Thomas interrupted them once more. They dejectedly looked back at the ‘fiend’. 

“THIS ONE WILL SURELY WORK! NOW, prepare to die, you bug… bo!” He brandished a much smaller handgun, and pointed it at his nemesis. 

Joe’s gray flickered, and he scooped the ant and spider into his palm now, lifting the bugs to his face.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” 

Suddenly, Joe’s sphere head opened up, and a hidden mouth was revealed, lined with pointed fangs.

“Oh my,” Bugbo glanced over the teeth, observing with a studious expression, “how unpredictable.”

Gerbo oohed, “Joe does have a mouth?”

Then, like nothing, Joe popped the two into the newfound mouth, and then the sphere shifted back to normal.

Bugbo and Gerbo peered around the new space. The inside of Joe’s mouth… head?, was gradient just like the outside. The roof being the lightest, slowly fading to the throat being black. The opening laid in front of them, and they were pushed closer and closer to it as Joe’s tongue prodded the bugs back.

Bugbo raised an eyebrow, “I’ll really have to communicate boundaries with Joe after this.”

“I’m scared, Bugbo!” Gerbo frowned, wrapping limbs around a flushed Bugbo.

“Gerbo. Touching,” he scolded, making the spider keep his legs to himself, “And there’s no need for that. Remember that Joe is our friend, and we should keep trust in him, even in odd scenarios like this. All will be explained in time.”

Gerbo thought, “Oh, you’re right, Bugbo. I’m sorry for doubting Joe!”

The ant nodded, “Excellent. Now, time to figure out a way out of this uncomfortable position.”

They were jostled around as, presumably, Joe was walking. Distantly, and muffled, the bugs could hear Thomas Flyswatter shouting, something about begging Joe to come back and let him kill Bugbo. At least they didn’t have to deal with that mild annoyance now. As the screaming grew further away, and eventually to a halt, Bugbo assumed it was now safe to be outside, and knocked on the inside of Joe’s mouth as if it were a door.

“Joe? Let us out now.”

Obviously, no response was given, but the exit did not reappear either.

“Did you hear me, I want out.”

Now, the dark tongue was pushing once more, shoving the bugs around the space and drenching them in saliva. Gerbo whined as he was swished around, bumping into a grumpy Bugbo occasionally. Bugbo was pinned underneath the wet appendage and he felt unpleasant inside, an odd hard-to-identify feeling in his chest. Then, the bug could hear a swallow, followed by Gerbo’s cries. 

Bugbo groaned, “Joe. You’re meant to let us out, not swallow Gerbo.”

The spider was already gone, supposedly now in Joe’s stomach. Bugbo was surely next, and the ant felt at the very least annoyed with how the day was turning out. He tried to picture what Joe was thinking, what his reason for this was. Very little came to mind, but a few explanations were dug out of the baffling situation. 

Joe was protecting him from that forgettable fiend. But he was supposedly gone now, so what was the point of this?

Joe had betrayed their friendship and was going to kill him and Gerbo. Incredibly unlikely.

Now that they were away from whatshisname, Joe wanted to return to their parallel play, and this was simply the safer option now, with whoeverswatter stalking them.

That last one made the most sense.

Bugbo gave up fighting, and let the muscle play around with his body, rolling over him and pressing Bugbo to the back of the gradient throat. He sighed, letting Joe swallow him down past the esophagus and into his stomach.

He met Gerbo inside the organ, and the spider was curled up between his eight legs, looking quite sad. Bugbo attempted to get his comfort words around for him, “Stop frowning, Gerbo. It’s fine.”

“But, we got eaten!”

“Yes,” Bugbo adjusted himself in their new room, “but it’s fine. We can go back to our quiet time.”

Gerbo stared down in deep thought, “Okay, Bugbo.”

“Well, this was annoyingly eventful. I’m glad we can rest once more. I’m taking a nap, goodnight Gerbo.”

The spider smiled, “Goodnight!”

[thethistlegirlwrites]

Unresponsive

Joey flips up the schedule on her clipboard to check the work orders for this building. There’s usually some special requests attached to the cleaning schedules, and tonight is no different. A drink spill in the IT room that left the floor sticky.

“I’ve got the mop duty. You want to deal with the bugs in the light fixtures in the Associate Director’s office?”

“I told him that would go away if he stopped keeping bananas in a bowl on his desk,” Nico mutters. “But yeah.” 

Joey wheels the mop pail down to the janitor closet, adds some tile cleaner solution, and then fills it up partway with the hose attached to the floor-inset sink’s faucet. They’ve been working in this office about a week, and Joey’s already memorized the layout. IT is down the main hall, the third corridor on the left, two doors down. 

She wheels the mop pail down the hall, unlocks the door with the master key on her lanyard, and pushes the bucket and mop inside.

This room is always eerie. There’s 24/7 surveillance monitors up and running, casting a blueish light on everything, the servers hum and occasionally beep threateningly, and the air is always too-warm and stuffy.

She dips her mop into the pail, squeezes out most of the water, and heads for the visibly icky spot on the tiles near workstation 4. 

“Thank goodness. I almost tripped on that when I came in.”

The voice startles her, as does the dark figure in the chair that spins around from station 2. She stops cold. 

“I swear, Connor is the clumsiest person I know. I keep telling everyone he’s going to fry the servers if they let him keep bringing liquids in here, but apparently he needs his Gatorade or his electrolytes and blood sugar go all out of whack. But no, I can’t have coffee in here. Not even if I get caffeine headaches after a couple hours.”

Joey has no idea how to answer that. She just dips her mop into the pail, rinsing off the orange goo, and repeats the wring and scrub. 

“That’s what I like about coming in to work on the servers at night. I can bring my coffee in here and no one can say jack about it.” She hears more than sees him pick up a Thermos and shake it back and forth with a sloshing sound. 

She thinks of the blood in her lunch bag in the van. 

“Oh, come on. It gets lonely on the night shift. You gotta feel the same way.”

Actually, I like the peace and quiet.

“At least they sent in someone cute this time. Last cleaning guy was some skinhead I thought might cave my nose in if I looked at him wrong.” He looks up at her, the blue monitor lights washing his skin out and making him look a bit like a corpse. “Probably some gangbanger on a work release.” 

Don’t do it. No lo hagas. 

He blinks behind his glasses and then frowns. “Oh, wait, I didn’t realize you were Mexican. Probably shouldn’t have said that about gangs, huh. They’re always tearing up your guys’ neighborhoods.” He shrugs. “At least you’ve got a real job and you’re not one of their girls or getting pimped on a street corner, right?”

She can feel the white hot rage bubbling up inside her. Something volcanic. If she loses control, she will kill him.

She sets the mop back in the pail with shaky hands and reaches for her clipboard to cross off ‘IT room drink spill’ from her checklist.

“Hey, like, I wasn’t insulting you. I think it’s great you’re breaking out of that whole cycle. More people should be like you. Maybe if they got jobs they wouldn’t have time to run around shooting up the place and getting high.”

She glances at the photo of her family taped to the clipboard, below the stack of the night’s work orders. You want to see them again. You have to show some restraint. You can’t let anyone think you’re dangerous. If her eval this week goes well, that yellow line on her chart could move to the beginning of next week rather than the middle of it.

But if she shows ‘aggressive tendencies’, it will move down another week and a half. 

“What’s the matter? You don’t speak English? No parley?” He’s butchering it. “Wait a second, is that French? They always sound the same.”

She’s pretty sure, given what she knows about Nico, he’d consider her actions at least partially justified if she slammed this guy right through his own server tower.

She wouldn’t. She’d self-report if she had to, but if she can’t get a grip, can’t lock down this thing simmering in her, fighting to get out, she wouldn’t want herself around anyone she cares about that she can hurt.

The only thing she wants more than seeing her family again is to keep them safe.

And she has a horrible feeling that if she lets this thing free, she might like what it turns her into. 

“Oh come on. Wait. No hobble English? Hey, look at someone when they talk to you!”

A hand on her shoulder spins her around, and Joey clenches her fingers white-knuckled around her mop handle. 

No lo hagas. No…

“Hey, you gotta problem in here?”

Nico. 

“Does your partner here not speak English?”

“Non sono cazzi tuoi.”

“What, you either? How do you people get jobs if you can’t even speak the language?”

A hand slams down on the man’s shoulder with double the force he used on Joey. “I’ve got a better question. How do you still have yours if this is how you talk to people?” Nico’s voice is sharp, snarly. Powerful in a way this IT guy wishes he was, but will never be. 

“I was just being friendly, man!”

Nico’s hand moves up to the man’s shoulder to the junction of his neck. “If you talk to my employee at all, even one word, you will never be able to speak again. Is that clear?”

She never thought she would consider Nico scary. But like this, those cold, dead, steely eyes staring down the other man, he certainly is. 

“You’re bluffing.” But his voice is shaking. 

“We’re a cleaning crew. We could kill you, dispose of your body, clean up the crime scene, and you’d just disappear off the face of the earth.”

His tone is completely level, not an ounce of hesitation or doubt that it’s true. This sounds like a threat Nico’s given before.

“What about the cameras?” The guy says with a triumphant note in his voice, looking past Nico’s shoulder to the array of visuals on a monitor. 

“You’re IT. You shut them off to work on the system and never turned them back on. As a matter of fact, no one is sure why you shut them off and just vanished.”

“Okay, alright, ch-chill, dude. I wasn’t actually gonna do anything to her, I swear.”

“And now I know you won’t. If you’re smart enough to bring up the cameras, that means you should be smart enough to leave.” Nico moves his hand back down the man’s shoulder, then brushes at it as if there was some dust there. “Pack up for the night. Sign out. Go home sick.”

The guy rushes out so fast, he leaves his coffee thermos on the desk.

Nico picks it up, glances at Joey, and then tosses it directly into the trash cart he left near the door, sinking it into the bag in a perfect arc. 

She’s not sure if she wants to laugh at his petty display of anger or collapse into a puddle on the floor just like Connor’s Gatorade.

“If anything like this happens again, you make whatever excuse you have to and come find me.” Nico shakes his head. “People get it all wrong when I say the night shift is better for my people because buildings are empty. It’s less about the vampires hurting humans as it is about how humans still treat us. I didn’t know he was here. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

Joey relaxes her hands around the mop handle. “You can’t be with me every second. I’ve dealt with people like him all my life. He won’t be the last.”

Clearly, that wasn’t the right thing to say, because Nico’s eyes go steely all over again. “For the record, the next person who talks to you like that? You can throat-punch them. It won’t affect your performance evaluations.”

Joey chuckles weakly. “I don’t think I want to let that side of me out at all. It’s not who I was before. It’s not who I want to be now.”

“Well, then, anyone who doesn’t respect you answers to me, because after what you just said? I can’t say as I’ve ever respected anybody more than you just gave me a reason to.”

(You can read this story and others from this universe on my WorldAnvil here!)

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[meganwasbored]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 2 Episode 7

-“does that help?”

“No, not at all. But I enjoyed it!”

-“fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me, fool me three times, back to you again”

“That’s not how it goes”

“Shame. on. you.”

-BRUH

They did that on purpose, even the hand gesture is the same

-DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON

-“Excuse me! We’re looking for a town jail? We’ve got a horrible traitor to lock up for, uh, traitorous words and deeds. Standard traitor stuff.”

-“Something’s weird”

“I know. No one’s listening to me!”

“…….hm? What?”

-DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON

-ITS SO PRETTY

-*ahem*

Impulsive dudes doing impulsive things that may or may not get them killed, love to see it

-boys telling their dragon to stay back even though the dragon has a much better chance of surviving a fight than the kid

-absolutely none of them should’ve survived that blast

-dang Callum, Rayla, and Ezran are very close to them, you’d think they’d be much more ahead, given that they spent a while on the boat and didn’t have to stop to drop off a prisoner

-wait actually how did Soren and Claudia even get here they don’t have a boat???

-this dragon better not die just bcs Soren decided to do something stupid

-again, everyone on that tower should be dead

-a lot of shows get the sibling relationships all wrong but these guys nail it every time

-NOOOOOO

-POOR THING DID NOTHING BUT DEFEND ITSELF THIS IS AWFUL

-WAIT ITS ALIVE DOES THAT MEAN WE GET TO KEEP IT

-idek her name but I love her she’s always there to put Viren in his place put her in charge

She’s so cool idk what her job is but I bet she’s the best at it

-STOP PLAYING WITH ME LIKE THIS

-I’m on Rayla’s side in this that poor dragon doesn’t deserve this

-SHOOT GREN IS STILL DOWN THERE???

-“How can you possibly remain so cheerful in your dire circumstances?”

“Well, I think about it like this, why see myself as chained down, when I can be chained up?”

*ba-dum tisss*

-did she just say they were gonna move the dragon… in PIECES??? Lord help me this show wants to give me a heart attack

-I mean if anyone can take all those soldiers at once it’s Rayla

-btw from this point on Rayla has my full permission to murder anyone if need be

-look I like Soren but he has to stop talking about how much he wants to kill innocent creatures

-is Callum’s slightly creepy stalker drawing of Claudia really about to be the thing that saves the day??

-oooooh I get it now

-Does this mean Callum is gonna look like a zombie for an episode like Viren did or does that only apply to the trapping-people-inside-coins spell

-it’s so funny to imagine how the weird chanting sounded while they first recorded it lol

-Rayla telling the dragon the get up as if it’s not literally dying

-oop I take it back that thing recovered real quick

-still can’t get over how PRETTY that dragon is

-THE FREAK JUST CAME OUT OF SPARKLY HANDS MOUTH???

-is his hand not still bleeding like is he just standing there with a giant cut on his hand

-so the bug thingy is just gonna be like an earpiece? Ok ig

[andromedagarcia]

‘That security officer is hot.’

‘Pete?’

‘I tell you, she’s hot.’

‘How do you even know she’s a woman?’

Espen Bakke was holding a glass full of ambarine liquor in his hand. The third? The fourth? No, not the fourth. Certainly the third. They were having a little celebration – their last job had been an absolute success and they had been able to smuggle Aurora (the drug that was fabricated and only sold in Neon City) into New Atlantis. Without getting caught.

He would have attributed it all to himself, but nah. Petrus was the mastermind here. The giant of a man had decided to wrap the drug in some sort of strange membrane. Apparently, a girl he had slept with once had been a MAST biologist and had explained to him between moans and groans of pleasure that some alien monster from the Aranae system used it to become invisible. Invisible! And that a few years back there had been a scandal when some crazy government worker had tried to sneak a few of them into Akila City, because the contraband scan hadn’t picked them up and… bam. Bingo.

The idea had been born right there and then.

They had gone to the Aranae system, killed a few of those giant bugs and taken their corpses with them. Visited Neon City, bought a lot of Aurora from street vendors, put the package inside of the alien insects and… the rest was history, as they say.

It would have been slightly easier if any of them had known where the creatures’ membranes were located, because they have been disposing of the dead bugs for days. But, Pete’s relationship with the biologist had ended the same night it had started and anyway, it had all worked out in the end, and that was what mattered.

‘She has boobs.’

‘Could still be a guy.’

‘Nah, that’s not a guy.’ Peter shook his head, his glass of beer looking small in his huge hand. ‘And if it was a guy, it’s not like I would care, either. She or he is pretty hot.’ He declared, staring at her ass as she –or he, it was damn impossible to know with that shapeless uniform– continued her rounds.

‘So, what’s next?’

‘Other than spending the money and enjoying each and every second of it?’

‘Yeah. I thought maybe I could go back to bounty hunting. My knee is not as fucked as it was before, so…’

‘You really can’t stay put, can you?’ Petrus laughed again. A laugh that made everyone’s faces turn in their direction. Whatever. They didn’t know what this was about, no one had given them a candle in this burial.

For all they knew, the big man could have just become a dad.

But no, then he wouldn’t be so happy. Not here.

‘Espen, man.’ A slap in his back, so hard that it almost made the shorter man spit his drink all over the wooden surface of the table. ‘Buy a succulent or two and relax. In a few weeks we can plan what’s next.’

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It was the middle of the night when loud banging noises woke Espen up.

He wouldn’t have been surprised; he lived in the Well. A person who had spent more than a year here would soon find themselves unable to sleep except with the sound of low engines, of constant chatter, of distant music.

But the sounds were coming from his door. A fist, hitting the metal surface of it, repeatedly.

He put on some trousers and went to see if the cacophony had woken his father up.

No.

The old man was still sleeping. Half-deaf as he was, way over seventy years old, this pounding sound was probably nothing but a low murmur for him. Wishing he could also be that lucky, he made his way through the door, already with a very clear idea of what he would find. Or better yet, who he would find.

‘Pete.’

‘Hey man, woke you up?’

He dismissed the answer with a wave of his hand. Espen didn’t sleep much, either way. He offered his friend a seat – he still found it extremely funny how the long-haired man looked out of place sitting in a simple chair, as if it could crash beneath his weight any second – and went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

‘Add a little alcohol into mine, if you can.’ Petrus winked roguishly, with a half smile.

‘It’s…’ Espen wasn’t quite sure what hour it was. ‘Early.’

‘Late for me, I haven’t gone to bed. Want to know why I’m here?’ It was hilarious. This gigantic man, rocking back and forth in his chair like a little kid who couldn’t quite stay put.

‘I’m afraid you’re going to tell me either way.’

‘We have a job.’

‘We?’

Espen would have expected Pete to at least have the decency to blush. But no. The man had accepted a job in his name and his smile hadn’t faltered, not even a tiny bit. In fact, he looked proud, accepting the mug of coffee in his hands and blowing off some of the steam before taking a sip.

‘Yes, we. In fact, they were looking for you, but I made sure to say I was your partner. We need to go to Neon, find a guy, deliver him to Kryx.’

‘Kryx?’ Espen raised both eyebrows, as he took a seat in front of his friend. He had also prepared himself a coffee, but he left it on the table in front of him, untouched. ‘Where the Crimson Fleet is located?’

‘Indeed. The person we are looking for used to work for them, but deserted some time ago. He goes by Vessel. He was last seen in Neon, a few weeks ago, but they say he’s bound to go back. Work’s kinda easy – we go, we capture him, we take him to Kryx and…’

‘Of course,’ Espen snorted. ‘Because he’s going to come with us willingly.’

‘No, but we are two tough guys.’ Pete flexed his, Espen had to admit, quite impressive muscles to make a point. ‘And he has nothing to do against us.’

‘And how much are we getting paid for this?’

There was no point in saying no. Pete had already accepted the gig. And even if he hadn’t… it was good to have something to do, to be on the road again. Not having work meant staying at home, and staying at home meant having to put up with his father and his incessant talking about his dead wife. Espen’s mother.

It hurt, just thinking about her. It would have shown on his features, had it not been because surprise widened his eyes and his lips parted in shock at the amount of credits Petrus had just mentioned.

‘Are you serious? One hundred thousand credits?’

‘I am. Six digits, baby.’

‘Get Venus ready, we’re leaving tomorrow.’

A victorious smile on Peter’s face. A resigned expression on Espen’s – he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and holding his head between his hands. Another contract signed. Another occasion in which his life would be in the utmost danger, and…

He just wished he could get rid of the excitement he felt.

[nagalias-mindscape]

Can’t sleep. Must write. So, have a(two) little blurb(s) from the fanfic I’m writing. Except it’s currently all crack spin offs like Iceberg meeting the Scarlet King (which may actually become canon. I don’t know, yet. Same with this thing, depending. I really haven’t decided.)

This one is two snippets for Iceberg’s (second) meeting with 682. This is unedited because it’s 2:45 AM for me and I’m too tired to make it pretty and fancy and coherent. Yucky tired editing, boo-hiss!

Iceberg knew that 682 could talk, but he was not expecting the voice. Deep and gravelly. Hoarse. Something about it faintly echoed in the back of Icebergs head, filling him with a feeling of disjointed dread. Of the first dregs of hopelessness mixed with the beginning embers of fury, with an undertone of something physically unpleasant. Like bugs crawling over every inch of his skin. Like trying to breathe through heavy wool.

Iceberg ignored it much like he ignored most of his problems and pulled on his anomaly to be rid of the unnatural feeling. Why bother with the useless distractions when he could instead ignore it simply by making it disappear? It perhaps wasn’t the most healthy of options and Dr. Glass was going to give Iceberg that very pointed frowning glare of his when he learned of this, but he could afford the intentional misuse of his anomaly for this meeting if it kept him from feeling weird things and turning tail.

Wouldn’t that just be embarrassing- turning tail on a meeting he had requested. He really was stupid, wasn’t he?

“Yes… I remember you.” 682 seemed… for the lack of a better word, amused. “Has the Foundation come to try another useless attempt at ending my existence? Ha!” 682 barked out a laugh, and Iceberg felt a sea of something molten momentarily flood his senses before it was hungrily devoured by the ever-growing abyssal cavity of ice inside of him. “As amusing as it is, surely even they grow tired of all the failures?”

“I imagine so,” Iceberg nodded his head, “but I’m not here to kill you. I actually wanted to talk if you were up for it.”

682 made a sound that was like a mix of a wheezing laugh and distained huff. It would have been impressive if not for the sneering growl that came after it and the quicker-than-a-blink lunge that followed immediately afterwards.

Iceberg, being the snow-apocalypse poorly bound in human flesh that he is, simply let his senses expand and melded into the abyssal cold that has been clawing at his existence ever since he obtained his anomalous abilities. The literal explosion of snow, ice, and cold had only hurt the initial first time he’d done this, but now it was almost as simple as breathing for him.

(Iceberg still refused to tell people how he had learned to do this or that he’d literally blown himself up the first time and 408 had a feast on what little remained of his blood and guts. He had not expected to lose a bet to 408, much less three times in a row. For all that it was humiliating to have a hive-mind of butterflies try to teach him, Iceberg couldn’t deny that they had done a phenomenal job. That it was the stepping stone towards maybe finally being able to repay Dr. Bright for all he’d done for him was just a bonus, really.)

(Also, 408 were chatterboxes when you didn’t have to rely on their visual communication skills. How Dr. Kondraki could stand being in contact with them twenty four hours, seven days a week, was a mystery to Iceberg, but he was getting off topic.)

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Idly, he noticed that he had fallen over and was now laying in the snow alongside 682, who was giving him a weird look. Ultimately he ignored it, left himself where he was, and muttered to himself still loud enough for 682 but maybe not loud enough for the people in the observation chamber. Hopefully safe from his stupidity.

“Yeah, okay. Fair, life can be painful and unfair and a right bitch. But, like, if you’re willing to cut down on the murder thing the Foundation will probably be willing to help make everything stop… hurting. We just need a direction to go in. We can’t help unless you’re willing to work with us and talk.”

“What makes you think you understand, worm?”

“I don’t- I’m not you.” Iceberg huffed out, turning himself so he was flat on his back and staring at the brightly-lit ceiling of the containment chamber instead of 682’s lower mandible. “But here you are, not murdering me outright for burying you in snow. Which, from observation of your past interactions with things, indicates you don’t hate it outright.

682 growled again, but nothing extra surged forth to uncomfortably greet him this time, and it turned to bury its head in the snow that had built up around it. That was fine with Iceberg, he could wait. He knew patience, despite popular opinion. Just didn’t like to exercise it under normal circumstances. Normal circumstances these were not.

Instead, he took a leap of faith and closed his eyes. Allowed himself to be slowly buried under the still falling snow alongside 682. Allowed himself to be weak and undefended right next to a being who could- and possibly would- attempt to murder him again once it hit some imaginary barrier on its own patience.

Iceberg simply kept his eyes closed and allowed a small smile to grace his lips when he heard 682 make some kind of snort-huff sound and then shift to curl up around him.

Proof that his foolish gamble was paying off for the time being. In five minutes from now, who knew. Certainly not him, but he could just become literal snow if 682 tried to attack him once again.

[the-firebird69]

A Quiet Place: Day One | Official Trailer (2024 Movie) - Lupita Nyong'o,...

And it has to be quiet or they get killed finally this is what you have to do when Trump is still a rude **** and he doesn't get killed. So he's got power then some power somewhere all those people die in the city of Manhattan and the monsters are mutants they're grabbed down below by Tommy F and company and they put the rankings of Jason whom Tommy have things he can control and also they install a different head in the Max wanted they meant they wanted to happen and they want monstrous and they're really stupid my son says it looks like they made it and there's a growing egg there and they got excited and they started calling in markers they're ready to go after them this is where the shootout begins all sorts of stuff about us then he said it's just one of them and the one that's inside the other died or is not up they got really **** started yelling for us to make it work and a lot of people heard this stuff so we went in search of and if it's a screaming you bangy we're using this bait and getting rid of his people or hers or his hers and there's a heck of a lot of it and we plan to do it and we really don't need any help from Max I guess I wanna lend a hand it's really a tough thing I don't know stupid so I guess marching the Zherg right down their throat might not be that great Unless we wipe them out or find out as an opposite reaction. We are going to go to town on these people they call the military in when they're shooting them in a lot of them are max trying to collect the information but it becomes a war against Jason and his people they want the technology too there's a large number of them that can't stand what we're saying and we can't help it we don't care what you think. We hate you and we want you all dead. In this movie you see these aliens and you only see a part of 30 or 40 we'll see them fighting a little and attacking citizens a lot and there's not a lot of dead bodies those people are staying indoors they're trained to and you'll see the bugs flying around going up the size of buildings looking for people but it doesn't look like there's that many so they seem to be confident that they can do stuff they keep looking and looking and they just don't see that many and that's what they're doing so we say it like this you don't know how many are gonna come from the ships and you should calm down with your rhetoric and they say no and then we say our plans to wipe you out that's what we're gonna do and the max I was doing it but Jason's crew they wanna do it to take over Jason's job and there's a lot of fighting going on because of it real fights and there's gonna be a lot of death today.

Thor Freya 

Olympus

Zues Hera

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 90

Chapter 90: Where are you?

After the festival things have been interesting around the house. Well, mom and dad seem very quiet. Gohan was also acted more weird than usual. Every time he came home from school, crimefighting, or even study sessions with Videl, he was just super happy. It was creepy. Not even me jumping on his back, to wake him up, killed his joy. Who the hell is this person, and what happened to my big brother? He doesn’t even get mad, and that’s scary. On top of that, our parents act like everything is ok. This is just weird.

But at least I could look forward to my birthday and Christmas. Both are next month. That’s when it hit me. Everyone always gets gift on Christmas. I even make cards for everyone. What would dad like? Speaking of dad. I haven’t seen him all week. I asked mom, and she seems to not know. I asked Gohan, and he doesn’t know either. I try to locate his ki. I could sense him, but I can’t tell were he is. He’s so far away. I wonder why.

…

“Bulma, you sure about this?”

“Yeah. Now stop asking questions, and get moving. It took me forever to get Vegeta out of the house.” I can’t believe this. Though she said that usually she asked Gohan to help, but didn’t want to bug him this time. See here I am, helping Bulma repair the damage Vegeta did to the gravity room. “Can you stop moving so much!” After was done, she asked me if I could run a few errands for her.

“And why would I be the best person for this? Isn’t Vegeta more knowing of space?” She gave me a look. “Good point. So, what exactly am I doing?”

“I just need you to go to one of Frieza’s old bases, and grab as much tech as you can. Don’t give me that look. Can’t you ask one of your friends to help you out.” I was just about to say something, when…

“Lady you’re crazy. On top of that, Goku still owes me.”

I then looked to Bulma. “That’s the other reason I came here in the first place.” Her face turned red, and I soon found myself smacked across the face. “Hey! Calm down. Not like you haven’t before.” Another smack. Well, till she brought out one of her guns and started shooting at me. “Hey. Cut it out. At least I spoke highly of you.” What’s a little white lie going to hurt. “I thought you would appreciate the compliment. Especially since I said you were prettier than my wife.” I can’t believe I said that. I just hope she buys it.

“One picture, and that’s it.” Dende, after this I’m a dead man. Not like I haven’t seen her before. I’m just grateful that I told Chichi about this beforehand. Yeah, she screamed and threw me out the house. And might I add, she blasted me. Thankfully, after explaining, and begging for forgiveness, she said fine. But that I would have to make it up to her. That’s another reason I agreed to doing odd jobs for Bulma. Thank goodness I didn’t have to touch her.

To my great relief, and sanity, she had one of her bots take the picture. She even placed it in an envelope, so I couldn’t see. I quickly went to the old Kai, gave him the envelope, and asked the current Supreme Kai for help. Once I collect, what I think would please Bulma, I went back to her. I gave her everything, and asked if there was anything else. “Not at all. I already called the restaurant. Here’s the address, and just tell them my name.” I told her thank you and was off.

Once I got home, I was ambushed by Goten. “Where were you? And why was everyone so ok with it?” I could see tears starting to build. I tried telling him that everything was find. That I was just doing a few things. He didn’t look convince. “Still doesn’t explain why everyone was ok.” I then hugged him.

“Sorry about that buddy. Next time I’ll let you know that I’m stepping out.” He then looked at me, and he used his sleeve to rub the tears away.

“You promise?”

“Yes. Now come on, we have to get ready.” He asked why. “We’re going out to eat. So, we have to be on our best behavior for mommy.” He nodded and runs back inside the house. Gohan was on the couch reading, and already dressed. I then went to our room, and braced myself. When I opened the door, I took a defensive stance. But nothing happened. I didn’t get hit, nor yelled at, or even an angry look. All I saw was Chichi fixing her hair. I then saw clothes on the bed, and automatic saw the suit. I hate those, but it makes Chichi happy. I slowly made my way to the bed, till she called me over to her. “Yes, Chichi.”

“How did it go?”

“Thankfully she went into a different room, and got a bot to take the picture. Also, she placed in an envelope, so, I didn’t see anything.” She gave me a nod, and told me to hurry and get dress. Thank goodness she wasn’t making me wear a tie.

…

I can’t believe this! “Goku! How could you even do that! On top of that, she’s your friend! Not some random female! Also! How dare you suggested that you’ll be the one to take the photo!” I was bending his arms backward, while my foot was pressing on his shoulder blades.

“But she’s used to having people see her. And it was for the earth. I thought you’ll be happier that I didn’t suggest you.” I started to stomp on his back. “Ow! That actually hurts.”

“That’s not the point! And since you brought up that wonderful fact! How dare you say I’m flat chested! How dare you compare me to another woman! Especially saying things like that!”

“But that was a complete lie, to make Vegeta agree. You know that you have way fuller breast than Bulma. You also know that you have a way better figure than her. So, come on. I’m sorry.” I bend his arms more.

“Goku!”

“For goodness sake Chichi! Your body is nowhere as saggy as Bulma’s. Everything about you is all nice and perfect. Firm to the touch. And even your skin glows. It hasn’t aged by a long shot. Bulma actually looks old.” I finally released his arms, and got my foot off him. I watched him roll his shouldn’t, as I crossed my arms. He stood up, and held my hips. “Besides, you’re naturally beautiful, compared to her. You don’t need all that make up, to show off your beauty. You definitely don’t need to show off that wonderful body.” I was still fuming, but that seductive grin of his wasn’t making it easy. “Only I get to see that tight body of yours.” He then purred against my ear. “Like how I want to see it now.”

I then felt him kiss my neck, and rub up and down my sides. “Fine. But I want to have a dinner out as a family.” I then felt him picking me up, and instinctually I wrapped my legs around his waist. We started kissing, as he brought us over to the bed.

“Thank goodness the boys has school” I started to giggle at that, as he laid me on the bed. I then felt him start undoing my clothes, as we kissed. When he had gotten rid of our clothes, he kissed my neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I then felt him thrust into me, and we in complete bliss. That was Monday, and he hasn’t been home since. Goten did looked very worried, and so did Gohan. Later in the day I got a call from Bulma, saying that I and the boys should start getting ready. I asked what for, and she told me how she set up dinner reservations to a restaurant. Also, how she will cover the cost, so, I didn’t have to worry about money. I said thank you, and asked what this brought this up. When she said Goku, I couldn’t help have a big smile.

I told Gohan to start getting dress, and if he seen Goten. Somehow Goten was nowhere to be seen around the house. But Gohan said he was close by. I went to his room, and set out his outfit. I then went to our room, and set out a nice suit for Goku. He’s going to look so handsome. I should look my best as well.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I was impressed. It looked super fancy. I can’t believe this. Maybe I underdress, and I was feeling uneasy. When we were brought to our table, I couldn’t help admire the decor. That’s when I noticed how empty it was. When the waiter came to ask for our drink orders, I couldn’t help ask about the emptiness. “Oh. We were informed about your family, and was advice it was similar to Ms. Bulma’s husband. So, we took extra steps to not over work our cooking staff.” With that I couldn’t help blush out of embarrassment. I even noticed that Gohan seemed embarrassed. Well, I should have expected this, but still was embarrassing.

As we ate, I couldn’t stop smiling at how my boys are being well behaved. They weren’t making a mess, or being loud. They were acting like a well behave family. It made me super happy. When I finished my meal, I continued watching my boys. They looked so happy, and I was loving it. When they were done, we walked outside. Outside Goku suggested if we should take a nice walk, instead of rushing home. “That sounds lovely.” As we walked, it was feeling wonderful. It was so peaceful, and perfect. Well, until Gohan got a call from Videl, saying something about she needed help with a riot downtown. Gohan looked between sad and happy. I told him that it was alright, and that for him to be careful. He told me that he will, before he pressed his watch and left.

The rest of us continued walking, and I was starting to feel cold. “Would you like to use my coat? Or would you like to head home?”

“Coat would be nice. I’m not ready to go home yet.” That’s when I noticed Goten was nowhere in sight. I started to panic. “Goku! Where’s Goten?” He then looked concerned for a moment, and then he looked calm.

“He’s a little bit ahead of us. He’s fine.” I still didn’t start feeling on edge. “We’ll catch up to him soon. Besides if anything was to happen, I’ll get him in time.” He then kissed my forehead.

…

When Gohan left, it was just me, mom, and dad. We continued walking and it was super nice. It was peaceful, and my parents looked so happy. Gohan was right about how nice it was to walked with our parents. As we walked, I saw something up ahead, and waiting to know what it was. I looked at my parents and they were speaking. I’m not going far, it’ll be ok. I can easily get back.

When I reached the thing, it was just a bunch of swings. We ended up at a park. I decided to play in the playground. I wasn’t far from my parents, and the jungle gym looks fun. I made it to the top when they finally showed up. They looked so happy. I then made my way down, and walked over to them. When I got to them, dad ruffled my hair. They both were smiling at me, and it made me happy. Maybe they would want to play with me. “Let’s play on the swings. Please.” Dad had a big smile and said sure. He ended up pushing me and mom. It was so much fun.

Before long Gohan showed up, and was with Videl. “So, how did it go?” Gohan went about how the people, in the riot, were just being a chaotic mess. And how it didn’t take long to get everyone under control. Then he and Videl join us at the swings. They seem to have made it a contest between. It was funny. But dad kept pushing me and mom. Today was pretty nice.

When we finally went home, I didn’t want to go to bed. I wanted to continue playing. But nobody wanted to play, and mom said I couldn’t play video games tonight. I was started to feel sad. Then dad asked if I wanted to join him, while he did his before bed workout. I agreed. It was better than nothing. We quickly changed our clothes, to not upset mom. I was doing push ups with him, and then ended up resting on his chest, as he did sit ups. It actually had put me to sleep.

The next day was nice. Even when everyone was doing their own thing, we all were in the den together. Mom was knitting. Gohan was doing school work. Dad was working out. Mom was making me study, too. It was nice. Super peaceful, and it made me happy. Gohan was also wearing a big smile.

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Ch89

[curt-mega-saf]

Inside a home not a hive/Past memories buzzing about.

(Cw drug mention, bugs, body horror, murder, mind control)

Curt was… he was afraid to be honest. This was so new to him and he didn’t like it. The man in front of him wasn’t what he expected at all. Not after finding the reports. They were difficult to get his hands on but his…. new job… really helped with that.

The place looked like something more out of the 80s then modern day but he supposed that made sense. It wasn’t a bad place, too big for only one person but he supposed that didn’t matter. There were old pictures and different trinkets on a shelving unit right next to a glass cabinet that seemed like it was made just for plants and taking care of them. He moved over to it to examine the inside. Did this man keep plants like him for the bugs? Curt squints his eyes at the plant. It’s only one plant and it seems very well taken care of. He racks his brain for plant knowledge to figure out what type this is. It clicks when he sees the leaves.

“Is this weed?” Curt whips his head around to look at the man. He doesn’t look bothered or put off in any way by Curt’s question.

“It’s not mine. I’m taking care of it for… a friend. I don’t really smoke anymore,” The man says with a shrug. Curt honestly believes him. The pause sounding more like he didn’t know how to refer to this other person then thinking of a lie. It would have been a shit lie but there’s an honesty to it that can’t be faked. Maybe Curt’s just putting too much trust into this stranger. He’s not sure yet. “Last time I took anything it was morphine and that was a mistake but hey it worked for what it needed to do, little too well to be honest. Jumped out a window and dropped two stories and didn’t even feel it.”

Curt blinks. He gets the feeling this man is just gonna keep throwing him for a loop at every turn.

“Huh” is the only thing he can get out to that confession. Part of him wonders if maybe this man can help him with John as well? Though that seems more of a stretch. “Uh anyways, I was hoping you had any idea on what I could do about my… guests.”

The man sits down on a dining room chair and sighs. “I’m not the same as you. I’m not full of bugs and I don’t think I know as much as you think I do, but… I’ll do my best with the knowledge I’ve gotten from my experience.”

“That’s all I’m asking for,” And truly it is. He’s not expecting to be cured by this one visit alone, he just wants everyone to stop looking at him like that. For those secrets and fears to stop.

“Ok, tell me about your problem,”

So Curt talks. He explains all he can and when he gets lost in the never ending love the man pulls him back out of those repeating words. The man asks questions about the bugs, if Curt has had weird experiences with them before.

So Curt talked about the first time he visited his father’s grave he ended up not only cry but angrily ranting at it. About how on the way back to his car he stepping wrong and ended up falling into a broken grave. How he landed on a decaying body and was covered in bugs. He could have sworn the body was trying to hug him at the time but was too freaked out. He clawed his way out and ran. That was his first supernatural, buggy, experience.

How after Curt’s first kill bugs kept making their way into his room. When he slept they would get into his hair and he would have to spend the morning getting them out.

How after Owen’s death Curt kept finding bugs in his drinks or food.

The man looked… horrified to say the least. This horror only growing when Curt got around to showing him the holes in his body.

“You think after everything I would be better with gore,” The man looks away with a grimace and Curt covers himself back up. “Curt I think they’re clinging to you because of your relationship to love.

There’s so much… toxicity with love that you have. I’m not saying all of your love or relationships are toxic but I think… I think your upbringing and history with love and obsession is making you a prime target. There is a rot in your heart that’s attracting them.

I’m not sure if I’m making much sense with this or explaining it right.” The man sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Curt can hear his heart beating in his ears and the bugs getting restless.

“Curt to put it simply you’re stuck in an abusive relationship with bugs. This isn’t a symbiotic relationship, this isn’t an ecosystem, these are parasites that are making your body a home. This isn’t love, this is obsession. They don’t love you and the only reason they’re keeping you alive is because you benefit them more alive than you do dead. The second they don’t think you’re useful they’ll remove anything that’s left of you. You’ll be left as meat for them to feast off on then move on from.”

It’s harsh and straight to the point, but it’s what he needs to hear. The bugs though… they don’t like it. They don’t like him. Who’s this man to say these things, he doesn’t get it. But he does because Curt knows he does. The buzzing is still loud though and for the first time since the start Curt and the Bugs want different things. For the first time since the start, Curt wants them out of his body.

Still they have more control over him then he ever realized or cared to examine. His hands wrap around the man’s throat as a clicking and buzzing echo’s from the body. Curt’s eyes go wide in horror as he tries to yank them away and they only tighten. The man grabs at his wrist and Curt can’t meet his eyes, too busy looking at his own hands in horror. Something cracks and breaks with a pop. Curt meets the man’s eyes for the first time. His bugs go quiet but the clicking doesn’t stop. The cicada like call seems never ending.

An uninvited guest

(Cw bug’s mentioned, first person writing)

There is a man outside my house. He’s medium height with a strong build and he is full of bugs. The stench of rot follows him but more than that he is afraid, I can smell it. He comes to the door of the house and knocks.

The birth of May came only a few days ago and they are still not back so I answer. The flesh around me feels tight (how did I never notice this before?) as I look at the man. He is more afraid now that he sees me but there’s nothing I can do about that. I look as human as I once believed I was and I think that’s what’s scaring him. He was expecting a monster and got me.

“I’m Curt, Curt Mega, and I need your help,” there’s a confident to his tone and body language that I know isn’t real but I let him fake anyways. It reminds me of them though, the Rockstar’s confidence was much more real than the “Failure’s” ever was. I should find a better name for him but I can’t bring myself to say either of their real names so it’ll have to stick for now (I was never the most creative kid but I was never a kid in the first place so what does it matter?).

“My… help?” I ask even if I can already guess what this is about. He is different than me, we are not the same hive but it doesn’t matter. There is no one else like us in the world anymore, to hear the siren song and sob as they contort our bodies till our loved ones can only see the ghost of what we should be.

“Yes, I- I can’t do this. They’ve promised to protect me and love me but they aren’t the ones I want to love me. They’re replacements, parasites. I know, they think I don’t but I know. I know this isn’t good, I know they’re love is fake but when hasn’t it been?” Curt’s eyes bore into me. We are not the same but I remember the fakes in the funeral home and my parents hiding in the basement. I remember Becky and what she did to my Rockstar. ‘She cried. I played her my song and she cried’I remember him trying to justify. So I invite Curt in. Because I refuse to be a coward (not since I ran away from a web covered home). Because I’m the only thing he has that might truly understand. Because he reminds me of them. Because I’m a lawyer and it’s my fucking job.

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

“I’ll take care of you” (Yandere!Damian)

Requested by another of those amazingly patient Anons who deserve better than me: Could I request for a yandere Damian with a reader who always overworks herself and neglects her health at times to get her work done? She's really dedicated to her work and once she's set out to do something, nothing's going to stop her. And one day as Damian stalks her he sees her faint all of a sudden during a mission, how would he react? Oh, and P.S: Reader is  superhero :)

Warnings: Yandere!behaviour, Stalking, Overworking (is that a warning), Kidnapping, restraints, non-consensual drugging, swearwords

Of the many traits that Aged!up!Damian loved about you was how dedicated you were

The two of you just belonged together, both so hard working and worthy

Who else would be the perfect partner for him?

Of course, he sees your work attitude as an attempt of yours to show him how well you could do for him and he was completely convinced that once he was (known by you) in your life, you would see that the only aspect in life you should be dedicated to was him and being his darling beloved

He probably figured out about your secret identity before you even knew he existed

He has your entire place and your phone bugged

He likes falling asleep listening to audio recordings of you working because you’re so sweet when you mumble to yourself looking for solutions to a problem

With every day and every night, his infatuation with you grows and grows and soon every patrol that he is spending out alone is spent stalking looking out for you 

It happens more than once that you’re fighting someone and get a slight scratch or something and suddenly the room is filled with smoke and when it clears all your attackers are dead

Sliced open 

The first time you saw that, even after all that you have seen in your night job, you couldn’t help but throw up

Damian, watching you from above while cleaning off his Katana almost swoops down and takes you right then and there, but he thinks better of it

After that your main mission is to find the ruthless killer that taunted you, always killing all the people around you - they didn’t deserve death even if they were criminals - but never putting a finger on you

So, besides fighting crime, working and/or education you spent every waking minute looking for clues and hints as to the killer’s identity and soon every waking minute turns into every minute

Damian knows that your attempts would be fruitless, but he thought it was very endearing that you were looking for him, just like he was looking for you a bit delusional if you ask me

After spending five nights in a row not sleeping or eating in favour of going after a trail, you were out and about on your usual patrol when you started feeling faint

Stopping on a roof you try to get your blood pressure back to normal, but everything turns black and you’re out

Damian saw you fainting and he knew that he had waited long enough

He was a bad spouse if he let his beloved let themself go like this, never again would he risk your health like that 

He swoops you up in his arms and brings you to the special place he set up just for you, his sweet little beloved

When you wake up you find yourself lying on the most comfortable mattress you had ever been on with the softest bedding

It was incredibly nice, but it was not your bed

You try to stand up to flea, but found yourself restrained, both arms, both legs and your waist were being held down by incredibly sturdy, but silky restrains

honestly, if you weren’t being held against your will you’d be impressed by the quality

As you start trashing to somehow get out a man comes inside

You recognized him immediately: that was Damian Fucking Wayne

What the fuck?

“What do you want from me you sick fuck?” you can’t help but spit out, but he just smiles at you with the most lovesick eyes

What were you in for?

“Shhhhm, it’s okay beloved, I’m going to take good care of you, you won’t have to work yourself to death anymore because I’ll protect you, just like I protected you before.”

What was he talking about?

You try to unnoticeably wiggle your hands out, but as Damian sits down on the bed beside you and starts softly stroking your cheek you freeze completely

“Why?” you just ask as you try to turn your face away

“I realized that getting rid of those who hurt you behind the scene until you’d finally be ready for me to take care of you wasn’t enough my love, now you won’t be in a situation where someone can hurt you.”

His touch against your face turned to ice

Did he mean? 

“Y-You- You’re the killer, you killed all these people!” you started screaming and trashing again trying to catch his hand with your mouth and give him a good bite, but he’s too swift and pulled it away

He let out a disappointed sigh and shook his head

“I understand that this is all a bit much, but there’s no need to throw such a tantrum beloved, is there now?” he opened a cupboard beside the bed you were on and pulled something out, but you were too busy trying to get away

Then there’s a piercing feeling in your arm and you look down to see Damian inject something 

You lose all energy and your eyes become blurry and hard to keep open

The last thing you feel before fading away again was a kiss against your forehead and a whisper of sick love

[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

Crush to Light

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader

Summary: You and Buck are neighbors, friendly neighbors but not to close. He kills the bugs you don’t like and does handyman things and you cook him dinner in return. He comes home to see you crying one day and everything changes

Warnings: SMUT MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

Toxic relationship and gaslighting(neither from Buck), dirty talk, female receiving oral

Notes: Happy Feral Thursday! @ssahotchswifemain​ knows I love slight angst that turns to smut with our favorite firehose. 

8:56 pm-Please hurry, it’s huge. Door open. Might die

Buck couldn’t help but laugh when he got your text. He left his apartment and walked the few feet it took to get yours. He rapped on the door and put his hand on the doorknob.

“I said it was open! Hurry up!!!!” You squeal from inside and he shakes his head when he opens the door.

“Nice to see you too.” He grins as he shuts the door behind him.

“Hi. Yes. Please kill it. I feel like it’s staring at me.” You huff, arms crossed as you stand on couch and stare at the quarter sized spider in the middle of your floor.

Buck takes his shoe off before creeping towards the spider and slamming the shoe on it. You squeal at the sound and watch as Buck dutifully grabs a paper towel to dispose of the remains because he knows even dead they freak you out.

You jump off the couch with a sigh, “Thank you, it was horrible.”

“No problem! Do I get my usual reward?” Buck grins.

“Mhmm, Can you wait like 30 minutes? It’s in the oven.” You ask as you head back to the kitchen.

“30 minutes? Damn, that’s a long time. Can’t you time your spider emergency and dinner better?” Buck teases, taking a seat at the counter.

“I’m sorry, next time I’ll plan accordingly.” You tease back, your eyes rolling.

This is how it always worked with you and Buck. He killed your bugs and fixed leaks or broken furniture and then you made him dinner. It didn’t go much further than this. These were the only times you guys hung out. Saying hello to each other in the halls and only texting for emergencies.

You knew a little about him, about his job and friends and ex’s. No current girlfriend which shocked you because you hadn’t failed to notice his beautiful face. He knew a little about you job and hobbies and ex’s as well.

To be honest you were kinda into him but you last boyfriend royally fucked you up and you weren’t sure if you were up to it again. He still hadn’t returned any of your things that you had left at his place and it had been 6 months.

“How are things going with the asshole?” Buck asks as you place his food in front of him.

“Ugh. Fine. For now. He finally agreed to meet me and give my shit back.” You lean against the counter and take a bite of your dinner.

“Need me to come as backup?” He asks , eyebrow raised. God he’s hot. It’s not fair.

“No, it’s fine. You’ll only back it worse.” You laugh. You’re picturing Buck showing up with you and your ex throwing a fit about you with a guy.

“Ok, well if you need me you know where I live.” He grins and you giggle. God he’s cute. Sometimes you wondered if you should just let yourself fall for him.

——————

Things couldn’t have gone worse. You had a horrible day at work and then when you got to the meeting place to get your stuff back he wasn’t there. He was an hour late and when he got there he handed you a box with a bunch of destroyed shit. Only a handful of it was probably salvageable.

Then when you asked him what the fuck he did he started berating you. Telling you it was your fault, telling you that you should’ve gotten it sooner. Telling you that he never loved you and he had the chance to cheat but he didn’t because he was too embarrassed for you. You knew none of this was his fault but just like you did when you were in a relationship with him you started to fall for his gaslighting.

You left the elevator with the box in hand and dropped it in front of your door as you fumbled for your keys. When they slipped from your hand you finally lost it. You leaned your forehead against your door and just started sobbing.

You don’t think you could even bother to be embarrassed with how shitty you feel but you’re sure you’ll feel it later.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Buck’s voice sounds from behind you.

Ok maybe you could be embarrassed.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it, just dropped my keys.” You mumble and lean down to pick your keys up and quickly unlocked your door, kicking the box inside and hoping Buck doesn’t notice it.

“Did you go and get your stuff today? Did something happen?” Buck follows you despite your shut down and you don’t even care. You find yourself spilling all the details to him. He shuts your door and guides you to the couch as you sob and tell him everything.

He gently guides you into his arms and you can’t believe how good it feels. He’s warm and welcoming and his arms are so strong and you can’t stop yourself from nuzzling into his shirt as you hiccup.

“He’s an asshole. None of this is your fault he’s just a dick. He never deserved you.” He soothes and rubs a hand over your back.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, just crying in silence as Buck held you.

“It’s not even like I’m upset about the relationship. I’m so happy I’m not with him and can find someone good. I’m just pissed and when I get pissed I cry.” You complain once you’ve finished crying.

“You’re totally fine.” Buck laughs gently, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing on your back. He’s staring into your eyes so intensely and you just can’t look away.

“Buck?” You ask gently.

“Ya, sorry. You’re just…..one of the most incredible women I’ve ever met and it sucks that this asshole didn’t appreciate you the way he should’ve.” He looks so serious as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

You take in a sharp breath as his face moves closer to you.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning across your face.

“Please do.” You murmur. As soon as the words are out of your mouth, his lips are on yours. His kiss is gentle and sweet and then it’s more. Passionate and his tongue slipping into your mouth. The two of you pull away to catch your breath and Buck is grinning like an idiot.

“God you kiss like an angel.” Buck murmurs, “I bet there are lots of ways he wasn’t treating you well.”

You can feel your face heating up as his hand trailing over the hem of your shirt, realizing exactly what he means.

“No need to get embarrassed.” Buck smirks, “You can tell me, did he eat your pussy like you deserve?”

You shake your head slowly, “No, he would go for like 5 minutes and then say his jaw was getting tired and I’d fake an orgasm because I felt bad.”

Buck launches himself at you again and kisses you hungrily. It’s all tongues and teeth as he pulls you into his lap, his hands holding your back.

“Can I change that for you? Show you what you deserve?” He murmurs, his lips not leaving yours.

“Please.” You gasp as he lifts you up.

“Gonna take such good care of you.” Buck smiles as he places you gently on your bed and pulls his shirt off.

If there were any thoughts of your ex left they were definitely gone now. Buck’s chest was amazing, the tattoos and the just a little bit of a tummy with those abs. You feel like you’re probably drooling but you can’t be bothered when he’s coming towards you. His lips back on yours as he presses you to your mattress.

“This is ok, right?” Buck mumbles against you, hand playing with your shirt as if determines if he should take it off or not.

“Yes. Absolutely. This is…..something I’ve wanted for a whole.” You whisper, slightly embarrassed.

Buck let’s out a load groan as he pulls your shirt off, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this too.”

Before you know it the both of you are naked and Buck is settled between your legs.

He kisses along your thighs gently, occasionally placing little nips along them as he drags his nose over your exposed cunt.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” Buck murmurs, his breath fanning over you.

“Buck please.” You groan, hips lifting slightly to try and tempt Buck to get started.

“I’m getting to it, sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m gonna take such good care of you.” He runs his hands over your hips before getting closer to you and licking gently.

You let out a gasp of breath as he keeps licking you gently, hands tightening on your hips as you start to buck them. He holds you and tastes like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted and it makes your head spin. It’s been a long time since someone touched you like this and you had almost forgotten how amazing it feels.

As your breathing increases and you start panting he goes a little faster, presses his tongue against you a little harder. He drags his tongue across your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it over your clit. Gently massaging the bundle of nerves with his tongue as he peers up at you through his eyelashes. He lets out a moan against you that you can feel vibrating against every inch of your pussy and you toss your head back.

“Holy fuck…..I’m gonna……gonna cum. Buck, please. Don’t stop.” You let out panting breathes as Buck pulls away for a moment.

“Don’t hold back, grind on my face, use me to help.” He instructs, his chin glistening with your wetness before he dives back in.

You can’t believe how hot that statement is as his tongue presses flat against your clit. You grind your hips against his face subtly at first but when you pulls you closer by your thighs you start going hard. Practically humping his face as his tongue flicks across you.

It doesn’t take long for you to be coming undone on his tongue. Your eyes rolling back as your grip at his small curls as he keeps feasting on you. He doesn’t pull away until he’s sure you’re throughly fucked, his tongue licking the excess off of his face.

“You taste so good.” Buck smiles as he comes up to lay next to you, “Did you feel good?”

“I felt fucking amazing.” You giggle and lean up and kiss Buck, tasting yourself on him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.” Buck laughs as he pulls you back to the mattress.

“Can I?” You lean over and reach towards his belt but he catches your hand and shakes his head.

“Not right now, tonight was about making you feel good.” Buck smiles and strokes your cheek, “We’ll have plenty of time for everything else…..if you’re ok with that.”

You look at him with wide eyes as you kiss him as hard as you can, “I want nothing more than to be with you.”

[slasherhaven]

I'd like to request michael, bo, asa, and otis guiding their s/o through their first kill :3

Includes: Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair, Asa Emory (The Collector), and Otis Driftwood.

Normal warnings and some nsfw stuff mentioned (nothing detailed)

Guiding their S/O through their first kill: 

Michael Myers

Michael is against it at first. He works alone and he doesn’t really think that you mean it, or that you could actually go through it.

But he eventually gives in and allows you to do it once, then you might stop bugging him about it.

He takes you out one night, both of you stalking the victim he had chosen for you. Somebody who was home alone for limited complications.

Once your inside the house, he pretty much lets you go for it, not considering himself to be much of a teacher.

If you go in a little too eager, he will grab your shoulder and still you, giving you a stern glare to be quiet and patient.

You get to see Michael in full ‘Shape’ mode, but he’s still oddly aware and protective of you.

He had given you a knife similar to his own and lets you go for it.

If you manage it with ease, attacking and killing the victim. He’s just a little impressed.

But it might not be that easy, they might run or fight you off. In that case, Michael will step in.

If they run, he will catch them and throw them to the ground in front of you. Letting you finish the job.

If they fight you off, if they even lay a hand on you, he will have them within an inch of their life before letting you finish the job. Reminding you of just how protective he is over you.

He wonders if you feel same the rush and relief that he does, or if your interest in killing comes from something else.

It can only bring you closer together.

It’s not like the two of you are just going to go home and sleep after this. On a normal day, that wouldn’t actually be too uncommon for Michael, but the rush of seeing you kill somebody with him, it’s going to lead to a rough night in bed.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had always supported you playing a role in luring victims into a false sense of security, and you had probably already agreed to that before you expressed your interest in actually killing someone.

But after so long of playing the part to lure victims in, you wanted to experience the actual kill.

When you told Bo that, he was a little surprised but also curious.

So, you went about the usual routine of luring in the victims, and separating them.

Now, neither of you want your first kill to just be shooting a runaway victim, he wants it to be worth your time.

So, it all takes place in that basement of his.

He’s oddly supportive and patient, something you don’t see from him much at all.

He’ll ask you how you want to go about it, all while telling the victim to be quiet.

And he’s all the more happy to help you, to guide you.

He’ll tell you what to do if you don’t know where to start.

If you want to take your time, he’s completely supportive. If you’re more interested in making it quick, he’ll allow it but is a little disappointed.

In the end, it’s your kill and you get to do it however you want.

You get so much praise afterwards. 

It brings the two of you closer, like you’re really part of the family now. There’s no going back after this. It’s a weird form of commitment between the two of you. You’ve fully accepted life in Ambrose and you fit in as much as they do.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

He’s unsure at first, telling you to give him some time to consider it.

He will finally make a decision and agree to it but, as always, he has complete control over the situation. 

Asa will take you to the hotel, where he will already have a victim waiting for you. 

Before you go into the room where the victim is being restrained, Asa reminds you that once you walk through the door you can’t go back. (The truth is that if you change your mind, he will take care of it for you, but he needs you to know how big a decision this is). 

Once inside, he’ll hand you a blade and guide you over to the victim he had picked out for you.

You will follow his guidance, following the orders that he makes. 

And he watched you like a hawk, observing and controlling.

If you’re nervous and need some more guidance, he’ll come up behind you and help you guide the blade. He guides you like he’s just teaching you to cook or something, which is at least a little reassuring to you.

If’ you’re more confident in what you’re doing, he will step back a little and let you do it by yourself, even if he’s still giving some orders.

Ideally, he’ll have you draw it out but if you express that you want to make it quick, at least this time, he will show you how to do so effectively.

He watches you, trying to figure out what you’re thinking or how you’re feeling. Just so he knows when to stop and pull you out, putting an end to it if you suddenly change your mind.

However, he is also watching for your reactions out of curiosity. Figuring out why you wanted to do this, whether you liked it or not, wondering what would happen after this.

You’re like his little pet project as he observes you afterwards, seeing how it effected you, if you wanted to do it again. He likes to work alone, not trusting anyone to do a job as well as him, but having you around the hotel more would be welcomed.

Otis Driftwood

When you first told Otis that you wanted to kill with him, he was beyond excited. He couldn’t wait to bring you even further into his world.

He’ll take you out one evening to find the perfect victim, letting you pick from the public like choosing a lobster from a tank. He wanted you to get the victim you wanted, this was a special moment.

One way or another, the victim will be brought back to the house to give you the time you might need.

Otis will be there for whatever you need, and he does insist on watching. This is a major turn on for him.

He lets you do whatever you want but will be smirking like crazy if you decide to drag it out and torture them a little. 

But he will take a step back and let you do what you want, unless you want him to be right there beside you. In that case, he’s happy to join you.

He’s very encouraging, placing a knife in your hand, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before letting you go.

He’ll give you plenty of tips if you ask for them or ask for more guidance, he’ll even guide your hand if you want him too. But for the most part he lets you be very independent with the kill.

Afterwards, you two are absolutely fucking. This was pretty much foreplay for Otis.