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dyns33 · 1 year ago

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Fight Club part 2

Part 2 of my little Tyler Durder x Reader

Because of Project Mayhem, people tend to believe that Tyler Durden likes chaos. That he is the embodiment of chaos.

He likes to see others lost, but he is never lost himself. He is completely in control. He knows what's going to happen, because that's what he decided. An agent of chaos, following a straight line. No one seemed to have understood this.

So I was the only person in the world fully aware that if Tyler Durden was in prison, it was his choice.

It's a mistake to think that cutting off the head of the Mayhem project would stop everything. Even though he is the creator, Tyler did everything to keep his beast running without him. A brainless creature, space monkeys, who know perfectly well what their master wants without him needing to speak.

Plus, Tyler won't have his head cut off. His monkeys are everywhere, in the police, among the juries, behind the walls of his prison. He is surrounded by his followers, who ensure his safety.

If he wants, he can go out. It is obvious that he sometimes goes out, for a few hours, a few days, without the authorities being alarmed.

I know this because I know Tyler very well. Without knowing why or how after all this time, I know him. I hear him in my head sometimes. I feel his breath on the back of my neck, a presence as reassuring as it is frightening.

I know him, so I am always careful even if he is in prison, even if he is far away, even if it has been almost a year.

He haunts my thoughts. My nights. I can still see us on that beach, on the plane, in the house. I miss him, and that's what scares me the most. I have to be wary of everything, and myself first.

Jack is still outside, faithful doggie, psycho boy, who probably gives the orders when the leader sleeps in his cell. I don't think they're looking for me. I am dead and buried. But all it takes is one mistake for everything to change.

That's life. People. I'm not perfect. The mistake came one day. It all started with a heart attack on a bus.

Nothing weird, I wasn't even on the bus. Like every day at the same time, I had my coffee on a terrace, my only little moment of relaxation.

The bus passed the café. I didn't even see it anymore. I didn't see the man fall, nor the people around him become alarmed. It didn't matter to me in the slightest.

That was bad news for a federal agent, because the man who had just died was a well known space monkey. Big Bob. Kind Bob, a bit stupid, who continued to obey by traveling all over the country spreading the word of Tyler Durden.

He had seen me. This came as a shock to him, since he was the one who found my body.

It could have ended there, but one of the feds were obsessed with Tyler. With his organization. He wondered if Bob had been murdered, so he went his way, he took the bus, and he saw me too.

We had never met, but when he approached, I knew immediately why he was there.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead.” he said to me as he sat down. Everyone was Tyler.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

He took out a Polaroid photo. Tyler loved Polaroids. He had quite a collection. I know because Marla talked about it sometimes, to annoy Jack. Intimate photos, all the people he had fucked with, in erotic positions, during the act.

We had never fucked. We barely shook hands, and even though I knew what he wanted, there had always been a distance between us. The walls and the ceiling.

I didn't know Tyler took a picture of me while I was sleeping. He had written down my name on it. I wondered if Marla or anyone else had seen it before the police. I wondered how I felt, knowing that he had taken this photo, and the meaning it had.

"He doesn't talk much. He doesn't like me to show him this photo, but he told me it was his heart, and that it was buried under the house. We found a body. You have an explanation ?"

I had tons of explanations, but I didn't want to share them with the agent. Tyler wouldn't have liked it, and I didn't like it either.

“Tell me about him.” he insisted.

"No."

“You know what he’s up to.”

“As much as you.”

“Give me something, or I’ll arrest you for obstruction of justice.”

"I don't know anything. We met on a beach, he put me up for a while, then I left. Don't tell him you saw me. It won't do you any good."

My mistake was not to believe that the agent would be intelligent enough to listen to my request. He listened. He didn't tell Tyler that I was alive.

No, my mistake was harder to see, seeming insignificant for several days, until I woke up in the middle of the night.

Even if he didn't tell him I was alive, the agent would still tell Tyler about me, hoping to get a reaction. He already knew from the picture that I was special, a point that needed to be pressed, and he wasn't going to stop.

So he was going to talk about our meeting. He was going to talk about the beach.

No one knew about the beach, except Tyler and me.

Since Tyler never told anyone, he would know everything without the agent needing to speak.

There was a bit of panic when the newspapers announced the escape of the leader of Project Mayhem. Speculation regarding his intentions was endless, ranging from bateriological terrorism, to bombing buildings, to assassinating the president.

Only I really knew why he was out there after all this time.

Contrary to what others think, he never wanted to take control or destroy the world. That wasn't the goal of Project Mayhem. Tyler had a vision on a human scale. He only likes to play, among other things.

If I dreamed of him, he dreamed of me. The difference was that while I was running as far away from his cell as possible, he had no reason to leave since he thought he knew where to find me. He still had his picture, and his memories.

Bob really had a talent for breaking things.

I could have continued to flee. It would have been less easy now that the agents of Chaos knew I was alive, but I could have tried. Like a new game. But I didn't like Tyler's games.

I decided to wait for him in my apartment. It was his move. It was always his move.

When he knocked on my door, he thought about bringing beers and pizza. He did this with Jack at home sometimes, at first. When there was still just the club.

He didn't say anything when he saw me, as if he always knew he would see me again one day. Maybe he knew.

Dinner passed in silence, facing each other, waiting. It was his move. I won't start. He seemed to understand it. He decided to make an effort.

“You remember the beach.” It was not a question.

“A guy building a giant hand, you don’t see that every day.”

"I guess not. You broke my heart. But I forgive you. I didn't think you remembered."

“We wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t remembered that.”

"Maybe not."

“I’ve always wanted to ask you, why this hand ?”

"I wanted to talk to God. Since he didn't answer, I decided to steal his hand. When I was finished, I looked at what it was pointing at and I saw you, looking back at me. Then I knew it was you."

"What me ?"

"It was you." he only repeated, as if I should understand what he meant, and the worst thing was that I understood perfectly what he meant.

Silence returned, as I finished my beer. All this was far too intimate, more intimate than his photos. More domestic. Something was seriously wrong with Tyler Durden.

I didn't know if I should talk about all the other things I knew. That would have made the situation even worse.

“I don’t like chaos.” was the only thing I could say.

"No one likes that, you'd have to be a moron. You never like what's necessary."

“Nothing is necessary.”

"I love you."

I vividly remembered Jack and Marla, two idiots who danced and screamed, unable to clearly admit how they felt and preferring to trample romance with cigarettes and condoms.

I had often judged Jack because of this. Not anymore. I wanted to slap my face with my hands and disappear, as Tyler started to smile.

Since I didn't need to say what I already knew, he didn't need to say what I already knew. I knew it from the plane. Since his invitation. From his bed above mine. Ever since he took a picture of me sleeping.

He didn't need to say it. We weren't talking about that. It was a new rule. Unfair.

“This can’t end well.”

"As always. Like everything. Endings are never good, that's the tragic thing. And yet, life goes on."

"I wanted to talk to you on this beach. It would have been different if I had."

"We would have fucked like dogs in your hotel room, I would have beaten up your asshole boss sooner, and the world would have burned down on its own. I'm glad you didn't talk to me."

I had sometimes dreamed of another path. I was stupid enough to have hope. Tyler was destroying hope, that was his reason for being, providing total freedom.

I wasn't sure what I was. I still am not today. His heart, maybe. His poor heart.

#fight club #tyler durden #tyler durden x reader #tyler durden fanfiction #tyler durden imagine #tyler durden is a real person

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bonefall · 1 year ago

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I’m not sure if you talked about it, but what do you think about A Thief in Thunderclan? I actually liked it, though it definitely had a few ehhh moments

Eh, honestly? Im kinda disappointed that James Barry had to go out on such a low note. I did not like it, it felt like a waste of time.

It wasn't like... offensively bad but I have very little good to say about it. It was fine. If you want to see more ThunderClan you can check it out?

(A lot of Thief in ThunderClan critique below the cut, I didn't like it much)

First of all, the mystery was just bad. I'm sorry. An owl? Swooping in at night for dead animals and leaving perfect scores in the dirt? It felt like a real "running out of ideas" type plot.

Brightheart was NOT fun to follow. She was uncomfortable for most of the story and secondhand embarassment is an emotion I really don't enjoy. Even moments that were supposed to be thought-provoking (like the Brambleclaw name confrontation) just felt like cringe because they were written so poorly.

Like, seriously? "Firestar why did you name Bramble after his father who disfigured me?" "Oh its because i uhhhh wanted to remind ppl of it so they would stop being reminded of it eventually" WHAT? That was a brainless enough choice when it was FIRST made, you can't fucking tell me any cat with a brain cell would go "wao... really makes you think... hngsociety"

I disliked the fact they decided to give Brightheart serious suspicion towards people like Longtail and Brambleclaw, I strongly disagree she would be like that. She feels so much to me like someone who would feel awful for doubting people she logically knows are innocent, and express to Cloudtail that it makes her feel like a bad person, but she CANT help it. She is such a kind, loving, and self doubting sort of cat... or, was, I guess? Or maybe it was never there at all and I'm the fool.

On that note? Her character arc was a mess. As much as I hate Shadow in RiverClan, I can say that Feathertail's arc was a competent *story*. Brightheart is having nightmares, suspects Bramble and Long of treason, is trying to figure out this mystery, trying to help train Rainpaw, the fact she resents not being his mentor is mentioned and dropped, she is pregnant... so much shit is going on and it feels absolutely unfocused.

And even worse, because it's overlapping with the beginning of Firestar's Quest, we end up having to Show Off The Continuity instead of telling a cohesive story. Oop Willowpelt died and Rainpaw is kind of sad about it! But wait we have to say bye to Firestar, make sure to squeeze in the Brambleclaw name confrontation before he goes! GO BACK Longtail has been blinded!! ALSO THE OWL! HERES WHY THE OWL WASNT MENTIONED IN FQ!!

And DUDE if there's anything that's a SERIOUS problem, it's Brightheart's stupid ass cutesy "look who's being USEFUL in here!" When blinded Longtail is helping out in the medcat den

First of all fuck you for the wording of that line! Second of all, GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD that disabled people shouldn't have to find a way to be "useful" to belong to their society.

The fact we're getting a book from Bright's perspective as a disabled person and the whole thing is chock full of "useful" language as she struggles with PTSD makes the fact this is COMMON in WC sting so much more.

Anyway back to just, normal critique and not frustration with ableism in wc.

I feel like they really wasted Brightheart's family. I enjoyed finally getting Cinder and Bright hanging out as sisters, but we got a MENTION of Frostfur, and barely anything with her brothers. It's already a mess so why not go the whole way?

Ashfur also has his post-TBC personality retcon which absolutely kills me. Why do we need this shitty "foreshadowing"? Why do we need him to have been so obviously controlling and argumentative? Why are these writers fucking allergic to having a villain that people thought was nice and normal once?

NITPICK: if i have to see another cat gently picked up by a large bird of prey without at LEAST getting a cracked rib I will shapeshift into 10,000 crows and fly away forever

I have some good feelings towards it though, and I have to be clear, this is actually Ambivalent Bones. I'm only mad at the "Usefulness" rhetoric, the rest is just my normal amount of whinging lmao.

I do really like Cinderpelt and Brightheart finally getting some interactions. It's long overdo lmao

I like Cloudtail and Brightheart as a ship so it's nice to see them hang out.

Uhhh this is a bit of a backhanded compliment but I liked how she was upset at not getting one of Whitestorm's children to mentor? I don't like how it bodes for the wider narrative though, because we know this ends in her getting shafted FOR YEARS and unable to get an apprentice. But I liked the plot setup of her having resentment for Cloudtail because of this. I thought that would make a really good plot point for putting a wedge between them to work through. Like, stop being cowards, LEAN INTO Firestar making some very serious, insulting, short-sighted mistakes, and it interfering with Brightheart's ability to heal. Kill your darling.

There were some nice lines. I do remember Ashfur's lame "greedyclaw" insult, which was funny.

I enjoyed the cute moments between the cats in ThunderClan. Ferncloud chasing after her kids, Brightheart convincing people to help her investigate, the Willowkin being upset about their mom. It's a mess but there's some nice stuff in that mess, y'know?

Overall, my memory hasn't been kind to it. I think I was giving it a 6/10 when I first saw it, but it's dropped down to a low 5/10. Not (very) offensive but too messy and pointless to revisit.

#bone babble #Also funfact in bb im turning cinders weird purple snail into a special leech #Little gave it to her because there is literally no stronger display of autistic affection than gifting your best friend a favored creature

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wuucchoo · 8 months ago

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ch 17 and the misconception some people have about it...

so we are at ch 250 ish in jjk, and many things had happened. Like, MANY. But I still see people with the 'Megumi was about to summon Makora against Todo' argument, and whether or not its a joke - its getting tired as hell.

So, I'm gonna throw this essay into the void that is the internet coz I wanna rant about it >:(

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In this chapter, two students from the Kyoto branch were briefly introduced. The third year Aoi Todo, and the second year Zenin Mai.

These two went to the Tokyo branch a little earlier than the intended schedule for the goodwill event because they wanted to check out (bully) the first years, since these kids (Megumi and Nobara) will replace the third years for the event this time around.

Todo wanted his last goodwill event to be memorable, so he wanted all the best fighters to be around. But since two of the third years ran away to establish their own fight club while Yuta went on an adventure somewhere in Africa, Todo’s dream of a memorable goodwill might be a little blurry. So he had to go and assess (bully) the first years, so he may know what to expect.

Todo’s intention was clear from the start - he was only there to test whether the Tokyo branch first years are worthy enough to fight. So he asked Megumi his type of woman.

Honestly, if he was there to assess the first years, I think he should've asked Nobara her type as well but he just treated her like she was invisible the entire time. (¬_¬")

Anyway, Megumi gave him an answer and Todo didn't really like it.

But why?

If we go by what Todo states as his reason, the only one that was clear was that he thinks that Megumi’s answer was boring. Which is fair, people find different things boring - we all have our own preferences and stuff. I personally think that Megumi’s answer was good. Not just good, actually - his answer was the best I heard when it comes to such questions. But what exactly was it that made Megumi’s answer ‘boring’ in Todo Aoi's eyes?

I think the answer is that megumi’s answer was too good, actually.

The problem with Megumi, in Todo’s eyes at least, is that he thinks TOO MUCH. There are too many thoughts in this kid’s head, too much brain cells interacting with each other in there - that Todo finds boring. Now, I'm not saying that Todo is a dumbass - between Tokyo and Kyoto he and Megumi are the only one who managed to have a perfect 10 when it comes to classroom learning.

His ‘style’ of intellect is probably just completely different from Megumi’s. If Megumi answered with a surface level attraction - for example; he 'likes big butts and he cannot lie' - immediately after Todo asked him, Todo wouldn't have found it boring (he would still attack, of course). But because Megumi thought about a proper answer honestly and seriously, for way too long, Todo got offended. He likes brainless and quick answers better.

The moment Megumi hesitated to answer, he was already 'boring' in Todo's eyes.

When Todo asks someone this question, he's not only gauging their personality - he's also assessing their fighting style based on what and how they answer.

And Todo's preferred combat style is no brain, head empty, just punch punch kick - just what you’ll expect from the very same man who showed Yuji how to do a black flash. A state of being that’s the very embodiment of brainless concentration resulting in drooling and a punch stronger than your strongest punch. Given how Todo's CT works, he does strategize and think about his next moves - but not to the extent that Megumi does. Todo strategizes while he fights, Megumi strategizes and then fights. I'm not saying they fight exclusively like this! Its just the gist of their differing fighting style.

I'm just trying to get to something and putting all these in mind is important to get to it.

From the moment that Todo showed a sign of wanting a fight, Megumi’s thoughts were how he could avoid conflict and diffuse the situation. He never viewed todo as someone he had to defeat, but a problem he had to solve. Which is an insult for this guy Todo, who came into their school looking for a fight.

Even when Todo landed that first punch on Megumi, making him fly across the hallway, his thoughts were still about how to diffuse the situation - because his plan was to keep his distance from Todo. Todo was a problem, not a real enemy. Up to the point when Todo used his body to bulldoze through a building, Megumi's plan was the same. Nullify, not fight. Diffuse, not escalate.

It only changed when Todo asked him if he was even trying. Which irked Megumi, because he was trying. Trying to diffuse the situation, that is. And not fight. Which can be deduced in his choice of shikigami, he chose the defense type and not the offense ones - like his dog and the owl. Granted, the frogs had Nue's flight ability - but it's clear that Megumi only chose to summon it primarily to try and incapacitate Todo. Not fight him.

Which leads us to the actual point of this whole essay

Some people had been clowning him left right and center for 'trying' to summon Makora against Todo, which would actually be funny - if it was true. I mean, imagine summoning your untamed murderous pet against a high school bully, at the risk of killing yourself too btw.

Hilarious, right? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

But, uh, Megumi didn't do that.

What happened was Megumi actually ‘wanting’ to fight Todo, not just deescalate the situation, and Todo felt that change.

Ever since Todo started that fight, Megumi never thought about fighting him - and Todo knows that, that's why he thinks Megumi is boring. Because he ‘thinks’.

They are in the school, among classmates and colleagues, unarmed and unprepared - there are literally so many things to consider before Megumi could even fully commit to a fight that he never asked to be a part of. There are absolutely zero reasons (in Megumi’s head) why he had to fight an upperclassman from a sister school out of nowhere. That was why in that 5 seconds fight that they had, we only ever see Megumi on the defense.

So when megumi decided not to think and just go with it, Todo felt that change in him. It wasn't general Makora that Todo felt, because Megumi had to do a hand sign and a chant in order for that shikigami’s presence to be felt - as can be seen when he first did that thing at the juvenile detention center. Sukuna only felt a strong shikigami when Megumi started chanting.

When Yuji first ate a finger and Megumi did the hand sign, Sukuna didn't react to it because Megumi didn't do the chant.

This is the only page that showed Megumi about to fight Todo seriously, and there is no hand sign in sight.

So, how in the world would Todo feel the general’s presence when Megumi did not do a hand sign and a chant? Do people think that Todo's spidey senses are stronger than Sukuna - that all it took for Todo to feel its presence was for Megumi to think about it? That's… huh.

With all that said, no, Megumi was not gonna summon Makora against Todo (an ally) just because of a school fight. He was just gonna do what Todo had been urging him to do - and that is to fight for real. Megumi fighting for real does not mean Makora is about to jump out of the shadow because he never used Makora to fight - Makora has always been a last resort. When shit truly hit the fan. All those instances against Sukuna, Hanami, the whole Shibuya fiasco and Sukuna about to possess him - were all Makora level threats because Gojo was not around.

I have so many rants left in me so next I'm gonna rant about how every time Megumi considered summoning Makora it is justified (ง'̀-'́)ง

#jjk rant #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 17 #megumi fushiguro #jjk thoughts #stating obvious stuff ig #just some rant

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little-miss-fandom-freak · 14 hours ago

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Bad Chemistry

Summary: A new inmate has arrived and joins Task Force M on their mission; everythung about this new member confuses, yet intruiges Dr Phosphorus and is determined to find out why

A/N: Idk if I want to make this an X Reader or a Canon X OC so I'm leaving it up to interpretation for now :)

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Flag watched as his new "team" hit the floor from an electric shock, directly admitted from a device Waller held. "Meet Task Force M; 'M' for Monster. Also known as the Creature Commandos. " Waller said as she tossed Flag the device. She walked out of the room with him trailing behind. "There is one more member who will be arriving shortly."

"Arriving? Why aren't they in Belle Reve with the others?" He asked as he pocketed the device.

"Let's just say The Batman and I had a long chat before I had to agreed to keep her in Arkham." Waller and Flag stopped in front of a glass wall; behind the wall was a pair of doors that slid open. An unconscious woman on a dolly was pushed into the room. Flag watched as a doctor with surgical gloves came out from behind her with a large needle in hand. He peeled back her eye light and injected its contents into her eye. Flag cringed as the woman - now conscious - screamed in pain.

Waller spoke over the cries. "Meet Android 10; or as the Joker called her, The Ten of Spades."

"Wait, The Joker?"

Waller nodded. "Joker wanted a group of Androids who would do his dirty work. 20 Androids were created, only 5 made the cut for his "Royal Flush Gang". Each one was built with a different set of abilities. Ten was given super strength, intelligence, and aviation."

"A real triple threat, huh?"

"Indeed." Replied Waller. "It's taken me years to convince Batman to take her to Belle Reve, so use her wisely Flag."

The two watched in silence as Ten regained her composure. As she stood up, her piercing red eyes glared into Flag's. Her eye was red and tear-filled from the shot, and there was nothing but hate and anger behind them.

"Good afternoon, Ten. My name is Amanda Waller. Welcome to Belle Reve."

Ten charged at the glass, slamming her fist against it. "I demand to speak with Batman. I demand to know why I'm here."

"That's a lot of demanding for someone trapped in a cage. Unfortunately for you, he's not here. And you won't get to speak to him again unless you comply." Ten's teeth grinded as she kept her glare on Waller; when she realized the woman wouldn't back down, she sighed.

"What do you want from me?"

"That is on a need to know basis. And all you need to know for now is that you'll be taking orders from General Rick Flag Sr." Waller said, gesturing to the man beside her.

Ten crossed her arms as she examined Flag. Her face read that she was unimpressed when she scoffed. "Emphasis on the 'senior' bit." She mumbled.

Flag let out a sharp chuckle. "Real spit fire, isn't she?"

"Ten, for this mission, I will need you to play nice with your new teammates. We don't want a repeat of the last time." Flag watched as Ten's cocky, confident demeanor shift for a split second. Her eyes flickered down before meeting Waller's once more.

"So, when do I meet me new team?"

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When the rest of the team emerged from their cells and out to the landing pad, a few of them were puzzled by the woman standing beside Waller and Flag.

Waller greeted the group as they stood in frontof her. "Task Force M, I'd like for you all to meet your new teammate, Android 10."

Ten took notice of their unimpressed looks, but in her opinion, they weren't anything special either.

"Do we really need another member?" The Bride complained. "There's already enough brainless fools on this team.

"I can assure you Bride, this one is anything but brainless." Waller spoke as she walked away from the team. "General Flag will give you the run down before you enter Pokolistan."

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Phosphorus didn't know what to think of the new girl.

Taking subtle glances at the robotic woman beside him (one of the few times he was thankful for not having actual eyeballs), he tried to get a read on her. She kept to herself; avoiding the banter the rest of the team shared and ignored any and all questions or comments directed at her. He tried taking glances at her exposed skin, trying to find the creases in her joints or the screws that would keep her together, but he found nothing.

Phosphorus had let himself get too wrapped up in his thoughts; his head turning half of an inch too much, caused Ten to take notice. She turned her head, making deep eye contact with the skeleton beside her.

"Got something to say, Skelator?" Her voice rumbled in his ears. He was taken back by her sudden question, but like always he doesn't stay shocked for long.

"I was just thinking." He said, keeping her in suspense.

"About?"

He paused for a moment, deciding if he really wanted to known. "What's so special about you that they kept you out of Belle Reve?"

Ten looked away, bringing her attention back to her boots. "That's none of your concern." She said quietly.

"I think it is." He said, leaning back. "We are a team after all; how am I supposed to trust you if I don't know you?"

"The only thing you need to know, is that I won't kill you simply because there's a shock chip in my brain that I'd rather not trigger."

Before Phosphorus could continue to pry, Flag addressed the group.

"Now look team, I know you all aren't exactly enthusiastic about this mission," he started. The Bride and Ten rolled their eyes in unison." But-"

"General I think you've read us wrong." Phosphorus cut in. "We're delighted to be here and delighted to serve our country."

"Are you smiling?" The bride asked quizzically. Phosphorus hummed with acknowledgment. "Sarcastically?" "Yeah." He said with a shrug. Ten scoffed at his childish behavior, but Phosphorus took it as a chuckle, which boosted his ego a tad.

Ten blocked out the rest of the conversations, just wanting this mission to end already so she can get back to her lovely cell back in Arkham. A place that would drive most people insane, acrually brought her a sense of peace. The isolation from people was just what sher needed, especially since her life has been nothing but chaos sinc ethe day she woke up. But her cell wasn't the only thing about Arkham she missed...

The shake of the plane landing ripped Ten from her thoughts. The team was lined up, waiting for the ramp to lower. When ut did, it revealed rows and rows of silver-clad soldiers with their general in front.The general lead them all to the military vans that would take them to the castle. Ten regeted mentally complaining about sitting close to Phosphorus and The Bride; the van was 10x smaller and more compact than the plane had been, with everyone pressed against each other in some way. The close contact with Phosphorus only got worse when Weasel began to piss on the seats.

"Is he pissing?! Oh my God he's pissing!" Phosphorus cried as he tried to scoot as far away from Weasel as possible.

"Ugh! Get off of me, Glow Stick!" Ten grumbled as she tried to push Phosphorus off of her. She could feel The Bride tense behind her as he pressed the three of them together more as he cried. "Oh dear God, it's on my leg! Did no one think to take him out for a walk after a long trip?" He asked the group, his head facing twords Bride. "You better not be looking at me." She gritted.

Phosperpus turned his "gaze" to Ten. His sarcastic words died on his tongue when he realized how close their faces were. 'Were her eyes always that color?' 'Her hair has a nice shine to it, is it real?' 'Is that lotion I smell? Do they just give out scented lotion in Arkham?' While his mind was whirling with questions, Ten grew irritated by his emotionless stare.

"What? You think it's my job to care for that thing?" She spat, snapping him out of his daze. "I'm not a dog trainer."

Before he could think of a witty comeback that would save him from this situation, the van stopped. Phosphorus straightened himself as they filed out one by one. 'What the hell was that?'

Upon entering, the first thing everyone noticed was the... "incestuous-looking" royal family portraits. Phosphorus snickered at each one, Ten couldn't help herself but smirk in disbelief.

"You can really tell they're a close family." Phosphorus joked to no one in particular; but Ten was the only one who heard it, trying hard to suppress a chuckle. Her quiet sounds drew him in. Her began to observe her as by they waited for the Princess to arrive.

This android - this "woman" was a total mystery to him, an enigma of sorts. Belle Reve held the worst criminals in the world, being held there for Waller's twisted Task Forces; team that are expendable, where no one would care if you lived or died. No one outside of Belle Reve was ever added to a Task Force (at least to his knowledge); so why was she here? What can she do? What are her strengths? Her weaknesses? Her limits? Can she feel emotions like a human? Being the man of science he was, Phosphorus was determined to find the answers to his questions.

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Ten watched in disgust as the people around her tore apart their meals like cavemen. She didn't know about the conditions in Belle Reve, but she had too much dignity to engage in the "monster" idea that people held for her. Next to her, Phosphorus was devouring the steak in his hands.

Ten rolled her eyes as she picked at her meal. The final straw was when a piece had ripped off and flew at her, hitting her cheek. She was disgusted. "You know they gave you a fork, right?"

Phosphorus stopped his movements to look at her. Gulping down the food in his mouth he chuckled. "Sorry princess, am I too messy for you?"

Ten groaned in disgust.

"Don't try and sit there like you don't want to tear that chicken of yours to the bone." He said, gesturing to her untouched meal. "I've spent a short time in Arkham, highly doubt they've improved their meal plan. Go on, enjoy yourself! Who gives a shit anymore?"

She scoffed. "Just because I've lived off of prison food doesn't mean I need to act like some barbaric monster."

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but we're all monsters here, even you. You can try and hide behind that synthetic skin and fake hair, but your not human. Your just as much of a monster as me."

A fork was slammed into his plate, splitting the steak and cracking the glass plate beneath. The room went silent at the shake of the table, their attention drawing to the end of the table. Ten leaned in close, his green heat reflecting off of her skin.

"I'm nothing like you. You are nothing more than a murderer and a freak who knows nothing more than bloodlust. Don't ever act like you know shit about me because I can assure you, you will never know anything about me."

She shoved herself off of the table and stormed out of the silent room. Flag cleared his throat, trying to break the alward silence. "Uh, sorry about that, Ilana."

"Will she be okay? I can send someone-"

Flag raused his hand, polierly silencing the princess. "She'll be fine. I think she just needs space from a certain someone." Flag turned to glare at Phosphorus, who wasn't paying attention at all.

His gaze was still on the door Ten had exited from when The Bride began to speak. "The hell did you say?"

"Nothin'. She's just being dramatic." He said with a shrug. Turning back to his food, he couldn't help but be even more curious than before.

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That night, Phosphorus slowly snuck out from behind the door of his room. When the door silently shut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped with fear; turning around, he slammed his enflammed fist into the face of the person behind him. It took him a second to realize his fist had been caught; behind him stood Ten, casually holding his fist with her bare hands. He jumped back, concerned that the hall wpuld now smell like melting flesh.

"What the hell!? I could've killed you!" He quietly exclaimed.

Ten scoffed as she dropped his fist and crossed her arms. "Yeah, okay." She replied sarcastically.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his "nose". "Look, I don't have time for this. So whatever you have to say just say it so I can go."

"Go where? We're not supposed to leave the grounds. Hell, we're not even supposed to leave our rooms without permission."

"I'm not leaving the grounds I'm-" He stopped himself from sharing too much of his plan. "Just get on with your business!"

Ten sighed, her gaze going from him to her feet. "Sorry about my freak out. Shits been tough since leaving Arkham, it's just stress."

Phosphorus didn't know what to say. Apologizing wasn't a thing he's been accustomed to, with himself or from other people. He just... stood there. Giving her a dumbfounded look. "Are you serious?"

Ten raised her brown. "Excuse me?"

"You don't apologize!" He said, his arms flinging outward. "We are literally war criminals, who the fuck apologizes for possibly hurting someone's feelings?!"

"Look man I could give two shits about your feelings!" Her voice began to rise. "I was just trying to be a mature adult and try to make up with my teamate-"

"Temporary teamate." He corrected.

Ten scoffed. "Ugh! You are so immature!"

As Ten and Phosphorus argued, their voices began to get louder until they weren't even whispering anymore. Phosphorus stopped mid sentence when he saw a light around the corner.

"Shit!" He grabbed Ten's wrist and tugged her into his room and threw her against the wall.

"What the hell are yo-" He slammed his hand over her mouth, though it was a little harder to do since she was taller than him by a good few inches. When she tried to fight him off, Phosphorus pointed at the light shining against the door. That shut her up quickly. The two of them stayed frozen against each other, trying to keep their breathing down as they waited for the light to pass. After a few moments, the two sighed with relief as the guard left. They leaned against the wall, regaining their composure. Ten chewed the inside of her lip as she turned to Phosphorus.

"Let me help you with... well, whatever it is you're planning on doing." She offered.

He raised as non-existent eyebrow. "You wanna help? Why?"

She shrugged. "Can't sleep. I'm bored. And I guess if you won't accept a verbal apology, maybe my actions can speak louder."

Phosphorus chuckled in disbelief as he stood straight. "Alright. Deal."

Phosphorus and Ten crossed the hall to the room Flag resided in. Picking the lock to his room, Phosperpus quietly cracked it open.

"Keep watch out here, make sure no one comes by." Ten nodded as she readied herself.

Phosperus snuck into the room and softly knelt in front of Flag's dresser. He carefully moved things around, searching for the device that activated their chips. When he found it, he had a silent victory before he heard footsteps behind him. Turning his head, he was face-to-crotch with Flag.

"Uh.... hey-" Flag slammed his foot against Phosperpus, sending him back into the wall. Ten heard the thud and went running for the room. When she slammed open the door, she watched as Flag chased after Phosperpus in a room lit with flames.

"What the hell Doc?!" She yelled over the flames.

Ten groaned with annoyance. "You idiot- AAAHH" The floor caved in and by they went tumbling down. The three of them landed in the kitchen below them. Without any thought, the two men went right back to fighting, the device bouncing back and forth between the two of them. Exhausted from the impact, Ten simply sighed before she made her way to the stove where a bottle of wine stood. She leaned against the wall, drinking it as she watched the men fight.

Flag stopped when he heard her voice. "Ten?! The fuc-" Flag stopped when he was forced to dodge Phosphorus' flaming fist charging at him. He threw Phosperpus to the wall and attempted to punch his face, but was quickly met his the intense flames of the doctor's skull.

"Hey Arkham?! You were supposed to keep watch!" Phosphorus yelled as he dodged several of Flag's swings.

"You told me to keep watch outside, asshoel!" Ten yelled even louder as she danced around the flames. Fly out if Flag's hand, the device caught Ten's eye, but when she went to grab it Phosphorus slammed his fist down to the ground. Flames surrounded the three if them. With one step, Phosphorus froze as he heard a creak beneath them.

Flag eventually gained the upper hand, kicking Phosperpus across the floor so he could grab the device. His thumb hovered the red button as Phosperpus tried to attack him once more. Ten's attention was redirected, remembered that she too will be shocked.

"Phosperpus, you idiot!" Flag exclaimed. "You think Waller would give me the only remote? You'd be hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean for days if you escaped. Or, if i told her about all this! I'm not here to torture you- any of you." He said, looking at Ten. "We're supposed to be on the same damn team." Phosphorus looked down in shame. It was stupid to even try but he had to. The feeling of being set free just to be tied down again was taunting him, making him go insane.

Ten sighed, tossing the bottle aside she made her way over to the men. Grabbing Phosperpus by the shoulders and hauling him up, she stopped for a moment and made eye contact with Flag; the two had a silent understanding before she helped Phosperpus limp to the nearest bathroom.

At one point he came to his senses and shoved himself off of her, limping the rest of the way to the bathroom. He set himself down on the toilet seat and held his head in his hands. Cautiously, Ten kneeled infront of him and began to run a scan.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked, feeling uncomfortable under her stare.

"Scanning for any other injuries. I'm going to have fix your-" Ten watched as Phosphorus grabbed the back of his leg and cracked it back into place. She stared at it, a wave of confusion, concern, and pure disgusting rushed over her features all at once.

"Oh.... didn't know you could do... that..."

Phosphorus chuckled at her choked up reaction. "No injuries, babes. Just a bruised ego..."

Ten shrugged. "You gave it a shot. It's not entirely your fault, Waller is just freaky when it comes to being prepared. Guess she was right about doing it though..."

"Yeah..." He trailed off, losing himself in his thoughts.

The two sat in the bathroom in complete silence. Ten leaned her back against thw wall as she picked at the grout. Phosphorus watched her, like he had been, but this time he was actually able to see her.

He didn't mind what he saw, finding a strange sense of peace when watching her mindlessly pick at the floor. Maybe he cpuld get used to this...

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There is no better feeling than finally being able to write the fanfic you've been thinking about for days. It's not the best, but it's been a long time since I've written anything, so I'm pretty rusty. I realized in the middle of writing the the character I "kinda" came up with is basically just Android 18 from DBZ lmao. Thanks for reading!!!

#creature commandos x reader #dr phosphorus x reader #dc comics #dc comics x reader #fanfic

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Alone || Shit Happens

Carl unlocked the gates once T-Dog called out that the food had arrived.

"What you got?" The kid asked.

"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans, theres' a lot more where this came from." T-Dog said, carrying it through to one of the cells.

Sully jogged towards Natalia, sniffing the stuff she was carrying as he walked by her side.

"Any change?" Rick asked the make shift infirmary cell.

"Bleeding is under control and no fever" Lori said. "But his breath is laboured and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet."

"Take my cuffs, put them on him." Rick told Glenn. "I'm not taking any chances."

Carl helped T and Natalia whilst Rick talked to Lori, Natalia was still fuming about what had happened in the cafeteria, she should have killed him and let Rick kill her after, least she'd be taking the creep down before he could do anything to anyone else.

"Nat, T, come on, let's go." Rick called out once their conversation was done.

"Stay with Carl, Sul, I'll be back. Be a good boy, will you." She gave the dog a treat as she rubbed his head, scratching behind his ears.

"Hey, I don't blame you" T-Dog told her as they walked back out the door.

"Least someone agrees with me." She scoffed.

Rick could hear them, he didn't say anything for the moment. Once they got back to the prisoners and Daryl, Rick layed the weapons on the table, for them to choose from.

Tomas picked up the crowbar, looking at it.

"Why do I need this, when I got this?" He asked, taking out his gun once again.

"You don't fire guns" Daryl said. "Not unless your backs up against the wall, noise attracts them, it really riles them up."

"We'll go two by two. Daryl will point with T. I'll bring up the rear with you. Stay tight, hold formation, no matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down, anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe in the head."

"And that's where you aim, these things only go down with a head shot." Daryl explained.

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man"

"They ain't men. They're something else."

"Just remember, to go for the brain."

The prisoners picked up their weapons to get ready.

"And what about you little lady, ain't got a partner?" Axel asked.

"She can handle herself just fine." Daryl told him, catching her off guard.

"Nat here was on her own, been surviving like that for a while, hell, she damn near saved our lives and ended it." T joined in.

"You broke into my house and refused to leave." She scoffed, walking after the others.

"Why'd ya call your dog Sully?" Big Tiny asked her, they'd clearly seen her bidding the animal goodbye.

"You ever seen Monsters Inc? One with the monsters who have jobs?"

"Yeah, once." He replied.

"The big blue one, he's called Sully."

"You picked that?" Axel asked.

"No."

"It's a stupid name, who'd you let name your dog that?" Andrew included himself into the conversation.

"What you do to end up in prison, show the world how much of a fucking brainless idiot you are?" Natalia turned on the man, the people in the group slightly thrown off by her sudden aggression.

"Jeez, was just a question, uptight bitch" Andrew grumbled.

"Well mind yer own business." Daryl told him in a low voice.

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." Oscar complained as they walked through the dark hallways.

"Gotta hold it up high out In front of you." Daryl told him, gesturing to raise the flashlight.

"You're gonna hear them before you see 'em." Tomas whispered.

A clanging sound came from behind a corner, unsettling some of the prisoners.

"It's coming!" Axel called out.

"Shh." Rick hissed.

A lone walker trudged past the corner, Daryl raised his hand in the air, counting down, but before he could reach one, the prisoners ran at the dead prisoners yelling and shouting.

The four watched as the prisoners punched, kicked and beat the other walkers that came out.

"These guys are idiots, why are we helping them?" Natalia asked.

"Cause we have a deal." Rick sighed.

"We're wasting time." Natalia scoffed, pulling out two knifes, pushing Axel out of the way so that she could plunge one in the head of a walker that was getting its gut punched in, then handling the one Oscar was kicking, before taking out the third, as the prisoners stared at her. "Are we done? Can we move on now?"

"Let's go" Rick ordered, nodding at T and Daryl to lead the way again.

Once again, a walker by itself walked round the corner.

"It's gotta be the brain" Daryl said, shooting it in the head with his crossbow. "Not the stomach, not the heart, the brain."

"I hear you, the brain." Axel repeated as another one came at them.

Oscar, Axel and Rick took out three as more kept coming.

"Stay in tight formation, no more prison riot crap." Rick told the group.

Natalia noticed the biggest member of the group step back as everyone took out the walkers, one with long curly hair had followed him, she went to help when a walker that had been handcuffed struggled to get his hand's free, had managed to slip one out, although his hand had slid off the bone.

"Look out!" She called as it reached for Big Tiny's back. She threw a knife at the walker, causing it to drop dead as the knife imbedded itself in the skull of the walking dead prisoner.

Though what she didn't account for, is the walker that had sized her up as a meal, falling into her and sending them both to the ground, She struggled to get it's face away from hers as it snarled and spat at her.

It had ceased when a metal arrows head poked through, almost firing into her.

Natalia pushed the walker off of her, Rick quick to help her get to her feet.

"You alright?" Rick asked.

"Fine." She caught her breath.

"You saved my life." Big Tiny expressed, picking up the woman as he hugged her, almost crushing her bones.

"Don't mention it." She patted his back. "You can put me down now."

"Oh, right, my bad." He smiled shyly, dropping Natalia down so she could stand on her own feet.

As they went to continue, another walker had walked round the corner, Big Tiny hadn't noticed it until it was biting into the mans side.

"Argh!" He screamed out.

Tomas was quicker than everyone else, shooting two bullets into it's skull.

"Oh my God!" Natalia gasped, looking at the bite as Rick stared down Tomas, before coming to his senses and gently nudging Natalia out of the way so he could get a better look with the flashlight.

"I'm telling you man, I don't feel anything, it's just a little bite."

"I'm sorry, man." Rick sighed, knowing what would happen.

"I can keep fighting!" He argued.

"You cut that old guys leg off to save his life." Andrew brought up.

"Look at where the bite is"

"Guys, I'm fine! Just, I'm fine." He repeated, trying to reassure Rick.

"It's slow, you don't always get hit with it so soon." Natalia sighed.

"Look at me... I'm not changing into one of those things."

"Look, man, there has to be something that we can do." Oscar said "We could just lock him up."

"Quarantine him." Axel joined in.

"We gotta do something. Why you just standing there? We gotta save him."

"There's nothing we can do." Rick disagreed.

"You son of a bitch" Andrew cursed.

"I'm all right."

Tomas charged forward, shoving Natalia out of his way and onto the floor, before bashing his weapon into Big Tiny's head, letting the man fall to the ground as well, he looked at the bloody weapon for a moment, bringing it back down onto the mans skull repeatedly, sending blood and brain matter splatting everywhere.

Natalia crawled back as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide, she had killed many times before, but never so gruesomely, never like the man had just done, she was a survivalist, he was psychotic.

Two hands gripped her arms, pulling her up, she looked behind her quickly before noticing that it was T-Dog, Daryl beside him.

"You alright, got hurt?" T asked.

"I- I'm." She looked back, letting the rest of her sentence die down in her throat.

Once Tomas was satisfied the job was done, he looked back at Rick before walking ahead once more.

Daryl walked toward the handcuffed walker, pulling out the knife and wiping it on the overalls, passing it back to Natalia as the others headed after Tomas.

"Thanks" She muttered. "And for..."

"Let's go." He grumbled, nodding for her to go first.

Rick, Natalia and Daryl stayed behind the others as they walked down the dark hallways.

"You see the look on his face? How he threw Nat?" Daryl asked Rick.

"He makes one move." Rick told the pair.

"Just give me a signal." Daryl finished his sentence.

"I shouldn't of let you stop me earlier, told you I got a knack for this kinda thing." Natalia gritted.

The group made it to the laundromat, inspecting the empty room, just in case anything jumped out at them.

Snarling and banging came from the double doors in the room.

Daryl chucked his ring of keys at Tomas as they neared it.

"I ain't opening that." Tomas said.

"Yes, you are." Rick told him. "If you want this cell block. You're gonna open that door. Just the one, not both of them. Because we need to control this."

With a sigh, Tomas bent down and picked up the ring of keys, looking at the group before stepping towards the door and unlocking it.

"You bitches ready?" He asked, he struggled to open the door. "I got this."

Tomas pulled one more time, opening both doors before jumping back.

"I said one door!" Rick shouted at him.

"Shit happens."

The group fought off the overloading herd of walkers that followed out from the double doors, spreading everyone out.

Natalia pulled her knife out of one head, dropping it to the floor as she watched Tomas purposely try and take Rick out, who had narrowly missed it, causing her to almost forget about the walker that came straight for her.

Natalia dealt with it before running to Ricks side, who was now on the floor from a walker being thrown at him by the Hispanic.

She plunged the knife through its head, letting the man push it off him as she helped him get to his feet.

"T, mind the gap!" Daryl shouted out, also seeing what had just happened.

"Thanks." Rick said to the woman.

"Just paying you back." She said, fighting against another walker that came at her. "Now deal with our other problem."

He nodded at her in agreement, Rick knew what he had to do.

Soon enough, the laundromat was rid of hungry walkers.

Daryl aimed his crossbow at Tomas who shrugged off Ricks heavy stare as he walked towards him.

"It was coming at me, bro." Tomas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Rick agreed. "I get it. Shit happens."

The laundromat was silent as Rick and Tomas had a stare off.

Until Rick swung his arm back, the one carrying the machete, before bringing it down onto Tomas's head, pushing it down so that he landed on his knees before dropping to the ground.

"No!" Andrew cried out, attempting to hit Rick with his bat. Natalia tugged out her handgun from her waistband, aiming it at him.

"Easy now" Daryl said, moving the aim of his crossbow.

Andrew looked at the pair before turning back to Rick, realising he had no options here. He spun around, running out of the door.

"I got him" Rick told the three as he chased after the prisoner.

Daryl and Natalia pointed their weapons at the other two prisoners, T-Dog quick to copy with his own gun.

"Man, get down on your knees." Daryl ordered.

"We don't have no affiliation to what just happened!" Axel told the three. "Tell him, Oscar!"

"Stop talking, man" Oscar said, his hands up in surrender.

Rick soon enough came back, raising his own gun at the prisoners.

"We didn't have nothing to do with that." Oscar said.

"You didn't know?" Rick asked him. "You knew, let's end this now." Rick moved to point his gun at Axels head.

"Sir, please, listen to me!" Axel cried. "It was them that was bad, it wasn't us."

"Oh, that's convenient."

"You saw what he did to Tiny! He was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm no killer." Axel pleaded, Natalia scoffed at him.

"Oscar here, he's a B and E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent guys, they were! Please, I swear to God! I wanna live!"

Rick turned back around and aimed his gun at Oscar.

"What about you?" Rick asked when he still had said nothing.

"I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I aint about to start now. So you do what you gotta do."

Natalia eventually put her gun back on safety, tucking it back in the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.

Rick took this as a sign, lowering his own gun, letting the pair stand up.

Daryl grabbed a hold of Axels overalls pushing him to walk forward to cell block D, using his keys that he picked back up to unlock the door, throwing the man onto the ground.

The Cell block was full of dead prisoners lying on the ground just outside their cells, their hands zip tied behind their backs and blood coming out from their heads, where they had clearly been shot.

"Oh, man." Oscar sighed.

"I knew these guys." Axel whimpered. "These were good men."

Natalia couldn't help the thought that they were in prison not let her fully believe what he said.

"Let's go." Rick told the three.

"So, you're just gonna leave us in here?" Oscar asked him. "Man, this is sick."

"We're locking down this cell block. From now on, this part of the prison is yours, take it or leave it, that was the deal." Rick shrugged.

"You think this is sick? You don't wanna know what's outside." Daryl offered.

"Consider yourselves the lucky ones."

"Sorry about your friends, man."

Natalia followed after Rick and Daryl.

"A word of advice, take those bodies out and burn them." T-Dog finalised before leaving as well.

"What a day" Natalia sighed, stretching her arms up high.

"Yer lucky yer still breathing." Daryl told her.

"Yeah, well, falling on my ass twice and saving a mans life before his horrific death, all without dying, I would say that's pretty lucky."

"Lets just get back and see how Hershel's doing" Rick told them, scratching at his beard.

"Hey, that was pretty badass, what you did with the machete and the dramatic pause, but I still think my idea was way better." Natalia told Rick.

"It wasn't really for a show. Your way was barbaric"

"I know, but it would of been gratifying, would make me feel a damn lot better." She shrugged.

"Hershel stopped breathing" Carls voice could be heard as the group walked into the cell block. "Mom saved him."

"Its true." Glenn clarified.

Natalia slid down the wall facing outside the cell as everyone filled it, Sully jogging to her side as he nudged his head against her chest, making her raise her hands to hold his face, scruffing up his fur as she kissed the top of his head.

"Daddy?" Maggie called to her father, followed by a more excited Beth as the man opened his eyes.

Hershel had made it, and Rick was to thank for that.

The sun was shining as Natalia walked round the field with Sully, throwing around a ball she found for the dog to catch and bring back as Rick, Daryl, Carol and T-Dog brought in the cars.

"Hey, Nat, you helping out today?" Daryl shouted over to the woman, gesturing for her to come over.

"Come on, boy." She called to her dog, walking over.

"It's gonna be a long day." T-Dog told her. "Collecting and burning bodies."

"How exciting, so glad you asked me to help out." Natalia teased.

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Carol asked.

"On watch, right?" Natalia asked, looking around for the pair.

"Yeah, up in the guard tower." Daryl pointed up at the tower.

"Guard tower, they were up there just last night." Rick reminded.

"Must've been a lot to scope out."

"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl called up.

The head of Glenn popped up through the window, unlocking the door and walking out as he was in the middle of getting dressed.

"Hey! What's up, guys?" Glenn called down, doing up the button of his jeans.

"You coming?" Daryl asked him.

"What?"

"You coming?" He repeated.

Glenn looked towards Maggie unsure of the question as everyone stifled laughs.

"Come on, we could use a hand."

"Yeah, we'll be right down." Glenn raised a finger as a dishevelled Maggie looked down unapprovingly.

"Least someone's getting some action." Natalia mused.

"Maybe you can try your luck with one of them" T-Dog pointed from behind them, causing the group to turn around.

Axel and Oscar had walked up to their side of the fence, looking down on the others.

"Come with me" Rick muttered, walking towards the fence, the other four on his heels.

Natalia slipped the gun out from behind her belt, holding it tightly just in case.

"That's close enough." Rick told the prisoners. "We had an agreement."

"Please, mister. We know that." Axel pleaded as Maggie and Glenn came out from the red door behind them. "But you gotta understand we can't live in that place another minute. You follow me? All the bodies, people we knew, blood, brains, everywhere. There's ghosts."

"Why don't you move the bodies out?" Daryl asked.

"You should be burning them" T added.

"We tried. We did."

"The fence is down on the far side of the prison. Every time we drag a body out, those things just line up. Dropping the body and just running back inside." Oscar explained.

"Look, we had nothing to do with Tomas and Andrew. Nothing. You trying to prove a point. You proved it, bro. We'll do whatever it takes to be part of your group. Just please, please... don't make us live in that place."

"You can always leave" Natalia said.

Axel looked at Natalia before back at Rick.

"Our deal is non negotiable." Rick told the two prisoners. You either live in your cell block, or as Nat said, or you can leave."

"I told you this was a waste of time." Oscar told Axel. "They ain't no different than the pricks who shot up our boys. You know how many friends corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw them out, like. These were good guys. Good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in this joint, like Tomas and Andrew. Now we've all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I'm not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me we've paid our due enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole."

Rick turned around, to where Natalia and Daryl were both stood, his eyes asking their thoughts, at first she thought it was just to Daryl until his eyes shifted to hers, each both shook their heads.

"The road it is then." Rick told them.

Daryl escorted the pair into the outer gate where one of the cars still sat whilst Rick deliberated with everyone else.

"Are you serious, you want them living in a cell next to you? They'll just be waiting for a chance to grab our weapons. You want to go back to sleeping with one eye open?" Rick asked T-Dog.

"I never stopped. We let Nat join us, she could of easily done the same thing, now look at her, locking her cell at night so we can't get in."

"Hey, mind your own business, I let you people in, besides, I've never been in prison, from committing a crime!" Natalia defended herself.

"And we're all grateful for that" T-Dog told her. "But what I'm saying is, I think we should bring them into the fold. If we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves."

"If you think they're that incapable on their own, what use are they to us?" She asked him.

"I don't know, Axel seems a little unstable." Glenn joined in.

"After all we've been through? We've fought so hard for all this, what if they decide to take it?" Carol asked.

"It's just been us for so long. They're strangers. I don't... it feels weird all of a sudden to have these other people around." Maggie sighed.

"You brought us in" T-Dog reminded her.

"Yeah, but you turned up with a shot boy in your arms. Didn't give us a choice."

Natalia looked between the group, she had been with them for around two months, she didn't realise how much she actually closed her self off from the group until finding out that Carl had been shot, just now.

"They can't even kill walkers." Glenn brought up.

"They're convicts, bottom line."

"Yeah, both points I've been making, thank you."

"Those two might actually have less blood on their hands then we do, especially Nat." T-dog said, making Natalia scoff as she bit her lip.

"I get guys like this. Hell, I grew up with them. They're degenerates, but they aint psychos. I could have been in there with them just as easy as I'm out here with you guys." Daryl said, seeming to have swayed his vote.

"So are you with me?" T asked him.

"Hell, no. Let 'em take their chances out on the road like we did." He finished with, bringing back Natalia's hope in him.

"What I'm saying, Daryl-"

"When I was a rookie, I arrested this kid. Nineteen years old, wanted for stabbing his girlfriend." Rick started. "The kid blubbered like a baby during the interrogation, during the trial suckered the jury. He was acquitted due to insufficient evidence, and then two weeks later, shot another girl. We've been through too much. Our deal with them stands." Rick finalised, walking away, the rest following except for T-Dog, who eventually came to his senses and caught up.

"Move the cars to the upper yard. Point 'em facing out. They'll be out of the way but ready to go if we ever need to bail." Rick told Glenn, chucking him the keys, who jogged ahead. "We'll give the prisoners a weeks worth of supplies for the road."

"Might not last a week." T-Dog sighed.

"It's their choice." Rick shrugged.

"Did they really have one?"

Natalia ignored the conversation, leaning against the fence, Sully by her side as the vehicles were being moved.

"Twin cylinder. is that a Triumph?" Axel asked Daryl as he hopped on his motorcycle.

"Don't even look at it." He threatened the prisoner, struggling to start it up.

"Don't want it bored out?" Axel tried again at making conversation. "Sounds like it could use a tune up. I'm pretty handy with a wrench." He shouted over the revs of the bike starting. "Heads are leakin', I know my bikes!"

"Man, will you just stop?" Oscar asked the blond, also watching the pair interact. "Have some balls."

"Just sayin'"

Natalia leaned off the fence as Glenn was closing it, walking back up with the others.

Carol was moving the red truck as Daryl, Rick and Natalia climbed through the hole in the fence, planning on heading for the woods, Glenn caught up after giving food to the prisoners.

"Should I take her out?" Glenn asked, pointing to the walker on the other side of the water.

"No." Rick told him. "If that armoury hadn't been picked clean, we could spare the ammo."

"I'll start making runs" Daryl offered. "The sooner the better."

"We'll throw as much wood as we can in the dog run."

"Won't fire attract more walkers? Maybe we should bury them." Glenn suggested.

"You wanna count how many bodies that is we'd have to bury?" Natalia asked him, looking over her shoulder to see that Daryl was still stood at the gate, looking into the woods.

"Besides, we're behind the fence. It's worth the one-time risk to get rid of the bodies for good. I don't want to be planting crops in walker-rotted soil."

"I don't get why I'm out here collecting fire like a lumberjack, I could've helped with the cars" Natalia sighed as they began making piles.

"Can you even drive?" Glenn asked her.

"Yes, are you old enough?"

"I'm 22."

"I'm 26."

"Liar. There's no way you were walking and talking by the time I was even born." Glenn rejected.

"Believe it, kiddo."

"We've never seen you drive, we've seen them." Rick said. "When was the last time you drove a car?"

"Uhm, probably nearly three years ago?”

"Why so long?" Glenn asked, surprised by her answer.

"That's a personal question." Natalia said. "But I still know how to, besides, I didn't need to, my boyfriend did, but he's dead, so it's up to me again."

"Oh, uh, well I think this is enough firewood, so we should head back." Rick cleared his throat.

The four of them walked back towards the fence, only three of them carrying firewood as Daryl carried his crossbow, helpful.

"Looky here" Daryl said, holding the fence open for the others to get through.

Natalia was the last to climb out, chucking the logs of wood into the pile the other two placed theirs as they all watched Hershel, on crutches, walk around the courtyard.

"He is one tough son of a bitch" Glenn grinned. "Alright Hershel!"

"Shh! Keep your cheers down" Daryl muttered to Glenn, gesturing to the walkers roaming around outside the fences.

"Oh, man, can't we just have one good day?" The Korean sighed.

"Don't go jinxing it." Natalia told him.

The four smiled at the others, happy for Hershel's achievement, until Natalia noticed something behind Carl.

"Shit!" She cursed, instantly reaching for her knifes.

"Walkers!" Carl screamed, turning around. "Look out!"

"No!" Rick shouted, sprinting down the fences, Daryl following and Natalia right in front, Glenn skidded back to tie the fence back up in order to not get outsiders coming in either.

"Get out of there! Now!"

Natalia reached the gate first.

"Keys! I need the keys!" She screamed out.

Glenn chucked the keys to Daryl, who threw them to Rick who then tossed them to Natalia, who unlocked the gate, throwing it open so the others could get through.

"Move!" She shouted at the two prisoners, running for the other gate to unlock it.

"Come on! Come on!" Daryl shouted.

"I'm trying! It's stuck!"

"Out my way" Rick moved in front of Natalia, trying his luck.

"Got it" He eventually said, throwing the gate open.

"Hey, bro, what about us?" Axel cried out as the four ran up to the prison.

He was ignored.

Rick and Natalia shot walkers, landing headshots, Daryl took a few out with his crossbow, whilst Glenn opted for his machete.

"What the hell happened?" Rick shouted at Beth and Hershel, who were safe in a cage, Natalia could thank the lords above that they had brought Sully with them.

"The gate was open!" Beth answered him.

"Where's Lori, Carl... everyone else?"

"Maggie led Lori and Carl into C block." Hershel replied.

"And T was bit." Beth added.

"Anyone else?"

"I couldn't tell."

"Stay put." Rick instructed, turning around to take out another walker.

"Those chains didn't break on their own." Glenn reported back, once they had got all the walkers in the courtyard. "Someone took an axe or cutters to 'em."

Daryl, Rick and Natalia turned around to find Axel and Oscar walking up.

"How convenient they show up now." Natalia commented, aiming her gun at them.

"You think they did it?" Glenn asked.

"Who else?" Rick said.

Just then, an alarm blared around the prison.

"What's that? Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"

Glenn, Natalia and Rick shot at the speakers, but not ceasing the alarms.

"Kill it!" Hershel shouted.

"How the hell can this be happening?" Rick asked the prisoners, pointing his gun in their faces.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! It must be the back up generators." Oscar said.

"Well how do you turn those on?"

"There's three that's connected to a diesel tank, okay? Each one controls a certain part of the prison. The hacks shut 'em all off when the prison was overrun."

"Can someone open up the gates electronically with full power?" Rick pointed at the main gates.

"I only worked in there a few days. I... I guess it might be possible."

"Come with us!" Rick grabbed Oscar by the overalls, running to the cell blocks.

Once they got to it, there were a few bodies on the ground, but Carl, Maggie and Lori were nowhere in sight.

"We just took out five of 'em in there." Daryl said, grabbing one of his arrows.

"There were four in here but no sign of Lori or any of them." Rick reported back.

"Must've been pushed back into the prison."

"Somebody is playing games!" Rick exclaimed. "We'll split up and look for the others."

"We need to shut this alarm off" Natalia said.

"We will, whoever gets to the generators first, shut them down! Lets go!"

They ran back out the cell block, the prisoners accompanying them.

Glenn and Axel ran off, but before anyone else could they got chased towards the generator room by a large group, forcing them through.

Daryl and Oscar kept the doors closed as Rick and Natalia looked around, guns held high.

"How do you shut these down?" Rick shouted, looking at the machinery.

"Go, help him, Nat, c'mere, switch" Daryl ordered.

Natalia helped hold the door closed as Oscar went to turn off the machines.

"Did you see how many was out there?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Was too busy running!" Daryl responded.

"We could take them."

"No!"

A loud cry sounded from the other side, before metal hitting metal.

"What's going on?"

"It's Andrew, he's alive!" She told them as they both struggled with the door, her being able to see slightly better than him.

"Alright, one... two three!" The two stepped away from the door, Natalia readying her knife whilst Daryl reached for his crossbow.

The door flew open, Walkers entering as the pair took them out.

"Shoot him! We can take back this prison!" The voice of Andrew shouted. "What you waiting for? Do it! It's our house, shoot him!"

No one else said anything as a gunshot went off.

Daryl closed the door back up, both looking at each other before moving to see what had just happened.

Oscar was holding Ricks gun, pointed straight ahead. then he spun it, handing it back to the man, Andrews dead body on the floor.

Rick took his gun back, holding it as he moved back towards the machines, turning dials and soon enough the alarms stopped.

"Let's go" Rick told them.

They walked down the dark hallways, only finding a few lone walkers, that Natalia was quick to take out, the others holding flashlights. Soon enough, they met back up with Glenn and Axel.

The six halted behind a corner, running past it quickly to be met with two walkers eating an corpse.

Rick took them both out, the bodies dropping, revealed what was left of T-Dog.

He was dead.

Glenn paced back. Natalia covered her mouth, not knowing what to do with herself.

Daryl bent down, picking up a red cloth, Carols headscarf.

Next.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #maggie greene #beth greene

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vivid-dreamscapes · 5 months ago

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~♡~ Love’s captive duel ~♡~

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“You two remember when we made Nomu’s out of corpses?” The two of you nodded wearily and Dabi smirked. “Well we’re trying to do the same thing—with living, breathing people.”

You and Bakugou’s eyes widened as Dabi spoke. No. They weren’t actually going to do that, were they? There’s no way they would actually even consider that.

The blind shit was the first to speak, his red eyes flashing with shocked rage. “What? Why?!”

“Why else? They’re strong, tough, ruthless, deadly.”

“You’re insane!”

Dabi smirked simply, running his tongue along his teeth as Kai gave the two of you a matching, toothy smirk. “And you two are the perfect test subjects! You’re both powerful. Technically, Y/n was the only one we were gonna test on, but you a bonus!”

Bakugou was furious. He didn’t even have words for how angry he was right now. They were going to turn you, and him, into some lifeless killing machine?! “No! Like hell I’m letting you turn me into some goddamn zombie!”

“You have no choice in this matter, Hothead.” Dabi said as Kai walked into the cell. He kneeled down, removing the cuffs from your ankle and grabbing the crook of your elbow.

With a rough tug, he pulled you out of the cell, shutting the door as you shouted profanities at the goat boy.

The other UA student watched as Kai pulled you out of the cell against your will and the door slammed shut in front of him. He was stunned, just standing there in shock, before realization set in.

“Wait- no!” Bakugou ran forwards and grabbed at the cell door, shaking the bars as he shouted at you and the villains. “Get back here damnit! Let her go!”

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It had been a week. A well of tests daily on the both of you, only to be thrown right back into you cell.

Bakugou let out a groan as he slumped down on the wall. He was completely exhausted, and it showed. The past week was hell, being hauled out of the cell every day and going through the tests. It took a lot out of him. “When are these assholes gonna call it quits?”

You sighed from your own cot, staring up at the ceiling. The bags under your eyes were bigger than you’d like to admit, and you were covered in cuts. “When we’ve finally become brainless Nomus.”

The blonde let out a huff as he rolled his eyes at your words. It was a sad, but true, sentence. They were going to keep testing them and testing them until they finally got what they wanted. “We can’t sit here and do nothing.”

He said, pulling himself into a sitting position. His body ached in response to the movement, but he ignored it. He needed to get out of here. He wouldn’t allow himself to become a mindless killing machine. Ever.

“We’ve been trying to escape for days. We haven’t found a way yet.” You said with a raised eyebrow.

He didn’t deny your statement. You had a point. It was almost fruitless to try and escape when you didn’t have an actual plan to do so. But that didn’t stop him. He wasn’t done trying yet.

“We have to keep trying. We can’t give up hope yet.” He replied, standing on shaky legs and trying to push the exhaustion from his mind. He needed to stay awake. They had to try and find a way out sooner or later.

You looked over at him and immediately sat up, seeing how unsteady he looked. “Whoa, dude, your gonna-“

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Just give me a sec.” Bakugou cut you off, waving his hand as he tried to steady himself. He didn’t need you concerned for him. It would just slow the two of them down.

He mumbled a curse under his breath, trying to steady his footing. He was dizzy, that was a given, but he tried to hide it. He didn’t have time to be weak, especially not in this situation.

You began to get up, ready to help him. “No, your not dumbass. Let me help!“

The blonde rolled his eyes once again, trying to push your help away. He didn’t need your help. He was fine, damnit! He was just a little dizzy.

“Don’t. I can do it.” He retorted, wobbling and trying to take a step forwards.

He didn’t even get three steps in before he tripped and collapsed, heading for the ground.

“Katsuki!” You shouted, running over and catching him quickly. You fell on your ass from his weight but kept him held against you in a panic, his head on your chest. He barely even heard you shout his first name before falling into a darkness.

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Bakugou opened his eyes and groaned, rubbing his head as he tried to get his bearings back. How long had he been out? The cell was dark, indicating night time…

He hadn’t realized how out of it he was, and it was kind of embarrassing how he collapsed against you.

Dammit. He was supposed to be strong and now here he was being all weak in some cell in the league of villains’ hideout.

“Sorry.” He said wearily, trying to pull himself off of you.

Immediately, he was met with your hand over his mouth as you held him in place, his back against you. When he looked up at you in confusion, you placed a finger to your lips.

After a moment, he heard it. Kai was arguing with someone at the condoned prison’s entrance, sounding quite pissed. And talking back to him in a stoic, almost tired tone was…

Aizawa?!

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he heard the familiar sound of his own homeroom teacher. It sure as hell sounded like him. But was that really him? Why was he here?

He froze In his position against you, going completely still and trying not to make a sound. He didn’t want to alert the goat bastard that two of his experiments were conscious and listening in. That would not be ideal.

After a moment, it was for sure. It really, honestly was Aizawa, wasn’t it? God what was he doing here? Wait, was he here for him and you?

Bakugou looked up at you for a moment through the darkness. You seemed to put the pieces together fairly quickly as well. Both of you remained quiet, just listening to Aizawa and Kai speak.

“Listen here, I don’t know how many time I have to tell you, but get out! This is trespassing!” The goat villain snarked, followed by the sounds of chair legs screeching across the floor.

Then came the ever so wonderful eraser head’s voice. “Kid, you’re wasting my time. If I could just grab two of my many problem children and go, that’d be great.”

Bakugou held his breath as he listened to the conversation. Was Aizawa really trying to break into a goddamn villain base and get them out? Damn. That was Aizawa for you.

He tensed slightly as Kai spoke. “You aren’t getting in this building, pro hero or not.”

“Look. I just need to get those two brats and get the hell out of here. Grab and go with you in jail. Problem solved, no?”

“Why are those two brats so goddamn important?”

“Because they’re my brats. I’m not leaving them here with you villains.”

After a moment, Aizawa paused. What was happening? A stare down? Then there was a static sound. Did he have an earpiece?

“Nevermind. Kirishima’s got this.”

Not even two seconds later, the wall of your cell that was facing the outside was shattered, a familiar boy having kicked right through the damn thing. Standing there, in the now ruined doorway, was Red-Haired Kirishima.

He was panting, probably from the amount of force it had taken to kick through the wall, but he got it done. His eyes widened and he smiled as he saw the two of you sitting against the back wall. “Bakugou! You guys’ okay?”

You looked up at the boy in shock before nodding. How the shit….?

Bakugou just stared. “H-how did you get in here?” He asked wearily. That was a fair question. He was impressed, honestly.

Kirishima grinned as he responded to both of you. “Aizawa and Midoriya gave us the location, and we made a game plan.”

The explosive boy nodded, not surprised Midoriya was on this. Of course he was. The nerd always managed to get involved. And Aizawa being a part was a damn given.

“Damn. You guys actually put together a plan?” He asked, finally getting off you and standing to approach his friend, still a little wobbly.

Within a millisecond you had grabbed the boy and plopped him down on a cot with a disapproving look. “Nope, no walking. You’re too light headed.”

Bakugou had opened his mouth to object and get up, but you cut him off, pushing him back down on the cot and forcing him to sit. Damn it, you had a point. He was dizzy as hell and would probably fall over if he tried to stand again.

He grumbled, pouting and throwing his head back against the wall in annoyance. This was just embarrassing. He’s supposed to be a hero in training, and here he was sitting in some shitty cot cuz he was too dizzy to stand.

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Soon, you two had been sent off to the hospital to be checked for vital damage from then testing.

Bakugou sat in the hospital bed, a displeased look on his face.

The doctors had checked and poked every inch of him and you, making sure neither of you had any life threatening marks or broken bones. He was irritated. He was going to be fine damn it! He was fine.

He looked over to the bed next to his, where you were sitting as well, probably having the same thoughts he was.

“…I honestly never should have gone on that date with Kai in the first place.” You said, recalling the way you had been lured into this whole trap.

Your hospital roommate glanced over at you when you spoke. He remembered that date and how he had been irritated when you had gone. “Why did you go with that creep bastard anyway?” He asked, keeping his voice to a quiet volume. It was just the two of you in the room to he didn’t have to keep it too down.

“Honestly?” You paused before looking over at him, a sudden feeling of vulnerability washing over you. Like you could tell him anything. “To make you jealous.”

His jaw almost dropped in disbelief. He hadn’t been expecting those words to come out of your mouth, to be completely honest.

He had expected a different answer, such as boredom, curiosity, or maybe just a plain old “I don’t know”

But, no. You went to go make him jealous? And you just said it like it was just a simple, unimportant fact.

“You…what?”

“I know, it sounds stupid. But I thought maybe….”

Bakugou blinked at you, processing your words. “Wait, hold up. You were trying to make me jealous?” He asked for clarification. He would admit, he had been irritated when you went with Kai to the movies. He hadn’t been able to pin point why he had been so angry. “Why?”

“Because I like you, dumbfuck.” You mumbled, looking up at him slightly.

His eyes widened even more at your blunt confession. That was…not was he was expecting. He was expecting some big reveal and reason, maybe a backstory to explain why. But no, you just outright said you liked him.

He sputtered for a moment, trying to think of something. Anything! to say in response. “W-well you don’t have to go make me jealous to make me notice you!”

“Well nothing else was working!” You said in a voice that matched his volume, getting equally flustered.

He looked at you for a moment and then at himself, running a hand through his messy hair. You actually liked him? Like, genuinely? “So you’re meaning to tell me…that you went out with a villain to make me jealous?” His tone was completely disbelieving. He couldn’t really grasp the fact that the person he secretly crushed on crushed on him.

“Well I didn’t know he was a villain at the time dumbass.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You had a point there. You hadn’t known the guy was a villain. “Yeah I know that.” He responded before he frowned. “How long have you liked me, dumbass?”

“…since halfway through first year.”

He couldn’t help but be floored by the response. Halfway through the first year? “Are you shitting me? You’ve been secretly crushing on me since then?”

“Be quiet I was in denial!”

The blonde smirked slightly. You were in denial of liking him. For a whole damn year too. “For a year, huh? Damn I feel kinda special now. That’s quite the secret you’ve been keeping, dipshit.”

“If you’re gonna reject me then just do it.” You mumbled, crossing you’re arms and looking away with a small pout.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at your words. You immediately assumed he would reject you? You actually believed that he would say no.

He shifted so he was facing you before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you off your cot, pulling you over to his bedside and making you sit on his bed next to him.

Once you were sat down next to him, he wrapped an arm around your waist. You were looking away from him, a pout on your lips, and he couldn’t have that.

“What makes you think I’d say no?”

He asked, tilting his head as you sat there, all rational thoughts disintegrating. “Because I’m not going to. Quite the opposite in fact.”

He rolled his eyes again before pulling you even closer to him, making you sit in his lap. He had fully given up on trying to keep his cool, he was much too focused on the fact you liked him.

“Now look at me, dumbass.” He said, grabbing your chin and pulling your face towards him gently.

He smirked again, pulling you closer to him. You were so close that he could feel the heat emanating from your body. It was making it harder and harder to not just grab you and kiss you senseless.

“-!”

Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle at the startled expression on your face as he pulled you onto his lap, making you straddle his waist.

The fact you got so flustered by him doing something so small sent some sort of rush through him. He was having a hard time keeping himself from just grabbing you and pinning you down on the bed and going to town on you. “You gonna look at me, or are you gonna keep averting your goddamned eyes, huh?”

“Are you gonna kiss me or are you gonna avoid it by teasing me?” You finally shot back.

He froze for a second, not expecting such a bold response from you. The way you looked was enough to make his brain melt. You were sitting on his lap, right next to him, as you looked at him with flushed cheeks, a pout on your lips.

“You sure about that? You sure you want me to kiss you?” He asked, his eyes darting to your lips. They looked so goddamn kissable, he was wondering how they’d feel against his.

“Only if I’m allowed to kiss back.”

He chuckled, his grip on your chin tightening slightly, tilting your head up so he could look deeply into your eyes. “You can’t kiss back? What kind of deal is that? Of course you can kiss back, dumbass.” He said before finally leaning forward to capture your lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I FINALLY DID IT. THIS ONLY TOOK ME, LIKE, ALMOST ALL JUNE UP UNTIL TODAY (this was technically finished being written in the Fourth of July). It got kinda weird and confusing I think, so it definitely wasn’t my best writing, and I unfortunately rushed this chapter. I just wanted to be DONE WITH IT. Series in the future will be better!

#mha #my hero academia #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #bakugou mha

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hautsreadsmarvel · 7 days ago

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"The Fantastic Four" (1961, issue 2)

"The Fantastic Four Meet the Skrulls from Outer Space!"

Huh, the Skrulls were introduced really early on. This cover scene does actually occur in the story, so points for that.

We open on each of the F4 committing a dastardly act - Thing clobbers a water tower into the sea, Sue steals a $10M gem, Johnny melts a marble statue (but uh… maybe it had it comin’, depending on what it depicted), Reed disables the city’s power, and now the F4 are wanted criminals! Of course, these are shapeshifting Skrulls impersonating them with the aid of technology. Our heroes will undoubtedly foil this insidious plan, and I’m not going to outline the whole issue in the same depth I did the prior one, so let’s hit up the highlights…

The Thing (I’ll be consistently calling him that from now on, he seems to take to the moniker and virtually everyone seems to respect it even when they call the other members by their ‘regular’ names) once again showcases his rage. A rage which one might say is… Incredible. But bah, the Hulk doesn’t exist yet! This is the first bulky superhuman brawler to be held tight in the throes of anger!

The Thing is an angry guy (that’s his secret), and a big part of it is the loathing that stews within him whenever he has to contend with his displeasing form. It makes him the most multidimensional character of the bunch so far, and it even manages to bring out a small spark of character in Reed - who is almost always the one to talk him down (and restrain him, because Reed’s power is actually being a superlative grappler).

There’s a recap of their origin story here, which makes sense since your only option to read these was thru obtaining physical copies. If you hadn’t chanced upon - or had the time or money to read - the first issue, the second issue can catch you up to speed! I like that a lot.

After the military captures them, we get these panels…

I didn’t mention it earlier, but I love the way invisibility is portrayed in this artstyle. Simple, effective, if you’re looking to learn how to draw as a kid and you use comic books as inspiration, this is pretty easy to grok.

Also uh. We’re gonna see a lot of asbestos. It took until the 70s for the dangers asbestos presents to human health to become commonly known and accepted knowledge! In the meantime, every time someone wants to contend with Johnny Storm, they use asbestos architecture, asbestos-lined armor, asbestos whatever.

The specially-constructed holding cells seem silly on the surface. You didn’t account for the Torch blowing his way out thru an air grate? You didn’t triple-check the tightness of the rivets in Mr. Fantastic’s cage, didn’t ensure there were no cracks? But it makes sense in the context that these are the first capes the public’s had to contend with. These are the best efforts of a hasty manhunt that doesn’t have a good idea of what these supernatural beings can or can’t do. Why weren’t there guards constantly observing the prisoners in their cells? Well, the F4 came peaceably, so why would anyone expect them to break out?

Also this guy.

The Thing and Johnny have their first of many arguments - they get on each others’ nerves, even if they care for each other somewhere deep down. Another nice bit of dimensionality added, if to the two characters who were already the most interesting.

The Skrulls look alright. A humanoid alien design pretty par for the era. At least they don’t have like… racist features. (foreshadowing)

Turns out they’re here to clear out the F4 and thereby remove Earth’s only resistance to invasion. While, to be honest, I don’t have any emotional attachment to most of the F4 (yet, at least, maybe that will change), the Thing’s struggle is compelling. I feel real sorry for the guy.

The remainder of the plot… it exists. It’s a fun little brainless romp. The F4 impersonate their impersonators, report back to the Skrull mothership, convince them the Earth cannot be defeated and that they will stay behind to cover the Skrulls’ tracks, re-subdue the impersonators and clear their name with the authorities by showing the Skrulls off, then hypnotize the Skrulls into remaining shapeshifted as cows at pasture. You’d think the Skrulls have other ways of identifying their own than just physical resemblance, but like I said, brainless romp.

#hrm liveblog #the fantastic four #marvel comics #pogs: 0->1 #new alien species 0->1 #I was surprised to find the Thing the most 'relatable'. and then surprised I was surprised

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nym-wibbly · 18 days ago

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I was just starting to revive my single brain cell at the end of last week - cat finished her antibiotics, vet appointment for next week sorted, appointments all behind me, sleep caught up on - when I got a text message on Friday telling me to call the welfare number because they needed to talk to me about a particular aspect of my claim. Okay, fine, clicky-dial...

Having waited in the muzak/message/muzak/braindeath caller queue for about half an hour the first time, the agent said it was nothing to do with their department and transferred me to the front of the caller queue for the other welfare benefit I'm entitled to. Okay, fine... except it was nothing to do with that office either and, for some reason, they couldn't pass my call back. That is not a thing they do, and they thought it weird that I asked. So I had to start again by phoning the original number. With the muzak/message/braindeath bit all over again. For another half an hour or more because it was the end of Friday and time for everyone on their end to be going home.

The actual conversation, once I eventually got through, took about 10 minutes and was fine, although I had to ask the poor call handler to make allowances for my now melted brain cell because I'd - overall - spent more than an hour listening to the brain melting pointless wait noise, and the questions they needed to ask me were quite involved. Giving wrong answers is actually fraud, so... yeah. Please don't be melting my brain first?

Plus column - I may be entitled to a lot more money than I ever thought I was. Like, a lifechanging amount of backpayment that could get me the disabled adapted bathroom I need to manage without daily care visits and/or let me pay for my own care visits so I don't need to accept the local authority's wasteful red tape strictures. (As a private client I can buy 15 minutes daily, which is about what I need most days; as a council client I have to have a minimum of 30 or I can't have anything! But I can't have an extra 15 minutes once a week to let me have an assisted bath.)

Minus column - I'm back to being bedbound and so brainless I can't read for most of the day. I get about an hour of functional Nym after getting up, into which I have to fit all the adulting that needs doing.

Next week is all about The Cat getting her followup vet visit, then me getting hold of whatever meds we decide on. And then Christmas will be upon us which, at least, will bring some new Doctor Who.

One day I'll get to be a real fangirl again. Fanfic. Meta. Boxsetting. Actual contact with my friends. Meanwhile, I'll peek out from under the bedclothes and occasionally reblog something shiny or cat-related.

#not a fandom post #but a why-nym's-still-not-doing-fannish-things post

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theburgessobserver · 7 months ago

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Pt.4 The Beuty and the beast

The Alarm went out and once again it was time for me to wake up and embrace the new day.I Went out and faced it.I looked at my cell

“Still here I see” I said slightly soberly to myself looking at my cell walls which were scribbled with my over calculations and other such texts I had written on to them, reassuringly gazing back at me.

First I had my breakfast

It was most satisfactory.I liked porridge,especially when it became nice and rotten,it tasted so well.I asked them to make it like this for especially for me,it was most kind of the staff to comply with my preferances.After that I went around to see how things were going.

When I went to the pool to check out how my collegues are getting on.I saw Link racing Jaromir the Vodnik in the pool,and promptly lost,it was neck and neck. It used to be easy for him to win ,now he is struggling to win in his own element.

After his defeat he went on to talk with some other inmates“C'mon Babe why won't you give me a chance?”Link said asking the Goblin Queen for what I could assume would be some sort of a date

“Because you would be a weak link to me” She said while those were cruel words.but I had to admit there was a grain of truth in it.After that I went back to my cell.

I passed a few other cells.One that held The Gerry the Ghoul of Graydale, a phantom attacker who terrorized his village of Graydale.He gave me a rather unfriendly look,he always was, and still is a Buffon.

After that I passed Morana's cell. She was an alleged“Goddess of Winter”in slavic folklore.But to be honest her powers were often magnified by the fear pertained over her, and her limitless power was a mere myth(Not to say she wasn't very powerful but wasn't the undefeatable all powerful deity she was made out to bee)but she sat there in his extra secure cell,living proof that there was always some truth in legends!

She looked at me with interest and said “Come here you little ugly buggy,don't be scared.I just want to play”She said in a rather spine-chilling tone,but I was no fool.I wasn't going to play her “games” and just went on.

On my way back I met Bob ,he was oozing along at such a pace that it seemed as though something was amiss.

“Bob?Where are you off to in such a hurry?”I asked this brainless being

“Don't know where,But somewhere” he said jovially racing along,he wasnt picky and would just race around at times

Still as happy as he was since he first came here,after all the decades of imprisonment.The Irony of it all,I envied him.This simple-simon was far more joyful and content with this life than I,almost as if I strived for being dumber and simpler and…well…blind.

Later that day I returned to the meeting room and I saw Link had taken interest in Titanica,err Susan.

“Hey babe!”Link shouted at her “Check out my biceps”…he didn't have any really but Susan wasn't the type to rain on his parade.

“Gee…”She said obviously trying to find them

“Hey?Could I take a closer look at you?”Link said to her

“Well,I uh- I don't know becua-”But before She could finish her sentence, Links flippers were going up her legs and he climbed up all the way her head and looked at her close-up.I must admit Link really was behind the times,I tried to teach him manners and It didn't go very well so we gave up on that futile venture.

“Well,I have never seen you up so close,” Link said, looking over her face

I saw her blush and say “Gee. I haven't even used makeup since I came here.”Susan admitted,to be honest .I can't blame her for not doing anything to care for her skin since she came here…not that I had much of a choice though.

“Well you'll need them" Link said ”Your skin has wrinkles and it's so dry.I never knew gals looked so unattractive when they get this big,I guess you really aren't that attractive”He said

Those words must have pierced right though poor Susan.I saw her start to sob,.

She ran as fast as she could to the loneliness of her room.She started crying and I understand why.She must have been thinking to herself that her size would prevent any real relationships or who would want to love her now that every flaw or problem would now be nine times bigger.Or maybe even being grateful for being here so that others would see her.All these problems that came with the change.

…“I'M JUST A STUPID,BIG,UGLY MONSTER”I heard her wail

I felt for Susan,I wanted to go over to her but I twitched in fear, while I am a rational man; the bug part of me has primal fears,which include a fear of being crushed by something giant,like Titanica.

“Come one Jacques!Be a rational man, she wouldn't do it to you!You should know better!”I said it to myself silently and so after that I went forth to face my fears.True some of them were because when she first came here she was afraid of me the "Hideuos Bug-thingy"as she said and tried to crush me in fear.I dont blame her,after her ordeal and being greeted by me and being scared of me but by now she was accustomed to me.

She was still crying lying on her bed,with me trying to calm her down by saying

“Dont take his words like that Susan!Link is very primitive and has no experience with manners or politeness”.In fact I tried to change his ways to no avail,I let it be,after all its natural for him to be like this.

“Do you honestly think Derek will still love me?”She said soberly to me

“Well,he would be a damn fool not to!”I said to her instantaneously in reply.

“Now come on Susan you won't let Link's words get to you,he really doesn't mean it.I said to her I was throughly distraught by her current state and tried to cheer her up.”

“And even so, how can he call you ugly?Just look at me!Two Big eyes,Two antennas I am quite literally on one half a bug!An ugly beast!"I said to Susan,while I don't fancy the Idea of insulting myself, I had to make her realize that whatever was wrong with her was negligible,so she could feel better.

“You on the other hand are a beauty”I said, still trying to lift her spirits.I saw her slightly smile and say “Aw come on Doc,you're not that ugly”She said to me

“Maybe looks aren't all that important” I added

However, despite briefly making her a tad more joyful,it was only temporary.Soon Susan was low again.I realized that to help her regain her confidence, I had to make Link eat his words,so I promptly crawled over to his cell.

I passed by Bob who was throwing his eyeball against the wall and catching it and doing it again and again happily laughing to himself.Blissfully ignorant as always.

Grubzilla was in his usual trance-like state staring at the fluorescent lights in awe as if he were a little boy looking at a hypnotic coin.

Then I was at Links cell.It looked like an oversized fishbowl,it had a castle a treasure chest,some seaweed and some sand at the bottom.Links waterproof television set was on and on it was running a kan-kan show.Link was curled up at the bottom of his tank on his bed sleeping,two inflatable dolls in the form of women floated in the tank,on which Link would practice his “swoon”and “charisma”on.

I was greeted by a sleeping fish-ape and a sing beside the cell which as always read: PLEASE DO NOT TAP ON GLASS

“Link?I Called out to the Fish-Ape primate

“Huh?”My wet friend said,he was clearly only half asleep.

“Please come with me,It's important”I told him

“Fine,fine im coming”he said rather grumpily

He went along with me to Susan and when we got there link finally asked

“What's up Doc?”Link said

“I think you owe poor Susan an apology”I replied

“Ok,Suz If I were free back on some beach like Pismo or Cocoa I would totally kidnap you”Link said smirking a bit and almost begrudgingly”

“Link,that isn't a real apology," I added.I wanted Susan to get a true one to help her get over it.Link had to take it all back!

“Ok fine ,Susan you're beautiful and I'm sorry I was insensitive to you”.Link se begrudgingly

She looked at me and smiled,I smiled back.Enough was said in words and the rest could be told without words

It felt so comforting to see her get out of the rut even if it likely would not last long.

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And It didn't.Soon Susan was starting to descend into desperation,but I came back to try and lift her spirits

“Hello again Madame Susan!Would you fancy asking me some questions ?I can answer them for you,I'm sure you might be curious about something and I am sure that I have an answer”I know this place as well as the back of my antenas after all. "

“Well… when was the last time you saw the outside world?”She Quizzed me

“Well,I think It was about fifty years or so?”I replied

“What?But I you dont look...well young-ish well then again its hard to tell when I dont have any real experience with humanoid cockroach.She said in surprise and I think I could see a her look a bit confused almost disgusted.

"My Cockroach transformation gifted me with many powers,one of which included that my aging process came to a halt.Then again I doubt it matters when im a horrible monster"I said the final lines in a bit of a comedic tone.

Susan Smiled a bit,and i think I heard her chuckle a little

But I didn't want to bring to her further gloom by revealing that her getting cosmetics or the like would impossible.It was a bit of a dilemma for me.As she would likely find it out the hard way eventually.But these were trying times for her,times where she had to keep calm and try to carry on.

This wasnt a mall or anything and I doubt there was any place which had size XXXXXL for her.

I didn't want to make her sad again, at least not now,so I let this charade go on.

I in a way I felt responsible to help Susan after all I knew what she went through she was seeking true companionship.Just like me,I had had some lab partners,Colleagues,some other friends and some family, at time I stay up at night and wonder how long did they wait for me to return.

If any are still waiting(as I just “disappeared” and they don't know anything about the truth)and If those who had not passed on as the years went on,did my friendship with them ever die?Why I didn't even have a chance to say Goodbye.While I usually bury those ties under my work and knowledge.At times I can't help but just feel that I'm missing something.

But this made me think,Susan was missing almost everything, I should demand better conditions for Susan. She has such a bare bones life it was just enough for survival and not for living at all.

Before going back to my cell I put on some music on the radio to try her.”Well met again eh?”Fitting I said and put it on

youtube

“Excuse me Madam but I must go now”I excused myself and left

Eventually Monger did come in about 2 hours later.There were no clocks or calendars at our disposal so I naturally built a clock and It measured time precisely and when he did I walked up to him and asked him for a private discussion…alone.

“Monger,Susans has trouble grappling with this change in her life her,you should do more for her”

“Listen, Cockroach, she has what she needs.And It aint cheap to do upgrades for someone her size”Monger said to me

It was clear to me without a shadow of a doubt that I had to resort to reasoning with him “Look, you're scientist gave you strength readouts didn't they?”

“Yes…and they were….very impressive” he said with a bit of awe in his voice

“If you don't tend to her well she might do something irrational as a result of it.Wouldn't it be best to keep her happy?”

“Hmm,well I think we could do a little more for her ,you do have a point,I'll see what I can do” Monger said doubtless he realized how right I was in my statements.

He didn't underestimate my genius,he was amazed by the weapons and vehicles and other inventions I was tasked at designing like the 300 knot fast attack ship,The Unitron,or that 500 Ton flying tank, the sixth generation jet fighter and other such marvels of machinery if I do say so myself.

Thinking about it at times makes me feel guilty of building so many instruments of destruction on the other and I remind myself “Remember the more powerful weapons there will be more fear preventing war and even when it does happen weapons are far from the times of the Napoleonic wars where it could hit anyone in the crossfire,but with this it will only go after the target and nullify unnecessary deaths and the war is over sooner,so in fact I am helping peace” And even if not with such weapons even so I do find fascination and a feeling of accomplishment in creating such things,just the feeling of it all gives me some real purposes and usage of my intellect

I do have a four digit IQ score after all

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EXTRA

SONG!

Susan had a way of picking up the day.

Maybe it's a kind of magic,the only Giantess can do,

But seeing Susan smile

Made me stop a while and enjoy the moment

She's only a girl name Susan,a girl named Susan Murphy

She just a girl next door,maybe a little more

She's just a girl in every town

The world is full of lots of people her and there and all around.

But people after all,start as being small

and were all a girl named…

Susan Murphy

I am sorry I went on hiatues my old account is inacessible so I continue on HiddenHank

Also I would love to see your opions and comments it makes me just so happy!Especially ones that deep dive into the story and its highs and lows and ideas of improvement...now tell me is this a worhty.

I would love to hear anything and have favourites from this.

continuations(yeah its cherrier but thats how it is we went through a low point now were coming higher.)

SO PLEASE COMMENT NOW!

#dreamworks #rise of the guardians #rotg #rotg jack frost #jack frost #monsters vs aliens #susan murphy #ginormica #dr cockroach #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beats 2017 #giantess #giant women #gentle giant #giant girl #cockroaches #monster girl

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago

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Day 15 -- Gary(s)

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 15 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Cloning/Selfcest with Gary x Gary

Please give this one a chance, it really may surprise you 👀. That's all I'm gonna say.

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Selfcest, semi-public sex, clones, forbidden love, undressing, kissing, light dom/sub dynamics, anal fingering, gay sex, hand job, anal creampie, aftercare.

Words: 3k

“Seven.” Gary 12 whispered from his shaded alcove, his grip tight enough on the wall beside him that it turned his knuckles white, made the veins across his hands ache. “Seven, it’s me. Please, turn around.”

“I know it’s you.” His voice was flat as he kept his body turned away, facing out towards the atrium, towards the crowd of look-alikes in matching blue jumpsuits below.

“Seven, please, I just wanna talk.”

“I can’t, Twelve. You know that.”

Twelve’s teeth gritted together painfully, and a heat began to sear his eyes as his counterpart kept his back to him, as his voice never lost its apathetic quality, only gained a pinch of malice.

“Why? Because of what One said?”

“Obviously.” The vault guard hissed, turning his head to Twelve only for a moment, before properly resuming his statuesque posture facing towards the crowd below.

“What does it matter? We knew it was wrong before, knew he’d never have allowed–”

“Enough, Twelve.” Gary Seven finally broke, lashing his rigid form around to face his partner as he spoke with a quiet cruelty. “Either join the rest of the crowd below for the evening address, or go back to your room.”

“I’ll happily go back there, if you would just come with me.” Twelve spoke up, holding his ground against his hardened adversary, his body equally solid, even as his voice softened and waivered between words. “We need to talk about this. A-about us. I've put this off as long as I can, but--”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Seven couldn’t look him in the eye, his gaze planted at his partner’s chest as he lied through his teeth.

“I-if you believe that… Then you’re a bigger fool than all the others down there.” Twelve could see the way Seven clenched his jaw, prepared to refute him.

“Look at them, Seven. Brainless One worshippers. Like he’s any better than any of us. We’re the same. And more than that–”

“Keep your voice down, Twelve, if someone heard you, I…”

“More than that,” He continued, taking a step closer so he could lower his voice, so he could almost brush his chest against his partner’s. “We’re human, Seven. What we had? We need this. Don't let it become a memory.”

“I…” Seven’s nostrils flared as he released a sigh.

I’ve got him. Twelve’s lips very nearly curled into an optimistic grin at the realization, as he saw an uninvited hint of sadness shining in his partner��s eyes.

A regret at leaving things the way he had. Leaving everything unsaid, unfinished.

“...I don’t want to have to arrest you.”

And then it was gone, and that hard voice, those set brows and lifeless eyes returned, and Twelve’s breath caught in his throat from the pain of it.

He couldn’t move, even as Seven began to turn away from him again, to go back to his post.

“I won’t care if you do.” Twelve whispered, pursuing him. “At least then… I’d get to see you. Even from behind a cell. Even if you don’t feel this way anymore, I… I can’t pretend like it– what we had– didn’t happen. I’m not… Not like you that way, Seven.”

It was a long moment of silence before anything happened. So long, that Gary One had stepped out onto the balcony and began his address to the field of copies below. The sound of his voice was tiresome, a hum of monotonous echoes that droned through the steel walls, never quite meeting Twelve’s ears. Finally though, Seven turned around to face him, and even more, he stepped far enough into the alcove that no one could see. No one but Twelve, as he-- in turn-- was backed into the darkness.

“I can never forget…”

The guard’s hand was softer than it had any right to be, as he brushed the pads of his fingers over Twelve’s cheek.

“Like you said, we’re the same.” Both hands were there now, gently holding either side of Twelve’s face, as they peered into each other’s matching eyes. “And like you…”

Seven’s voice faded, and only his gaze remained, only his hands upon his partner’s face, only that small, insignificant space between their bodies that cried to be filled.

“Shit, I need this.”

Suddenly, firm hands fell to his shoulders and pushed Twelve back further into the dark storage alcove, and their mirrored lips crashed together with an aggressive passion. Twelve’s hands flew to Seven’s waist in response, hauling their forms closer, until they might meld back together where they’d begun. Where they belonged.

“One controls everything.” Seven growled into his partner, his own hands roaming Twelve’s body hungrily, as though he didn’t know every nook and cranny by memory, as though he was discovering their bodies for the first time. “Our jobs, our energy, our food, water…”

Twelve let out a whine as his partner scraped his teeth over his bottom lip.

“He can’t take this from us. Can’t control this.”

Twelve could only frantically nod his agreement, his fingers holding onto his partner’s waist in a death grip as Seven’s own grasping hands set upon Twelve’s vault suit zipper, swiftly tugging it downwards and exposing his chest to the cool, stale air.

His breath hissed between his lips as Twelve sucked in a gasp at the feeling, flushing at the way he felt his nipples harden in response to the drastic change in temperature.

“Seven–” Twelve whined out, as quietly as he could manage.

“I know, love.” With a series of quick, rough movements, Seven had his partner’s arms out of his sleeves, and was hauling the suit down to his hip bones. “Just try and keep quiet for me.”

With that, Seven’s touch became more gentle, as he slowly turned his partner away from him, and Twelve instinctively braced his hands against the cool, steel wall in front of him. Seven’s breath was hot against his neck, making the little hairs there stand on end as he began to trail heated kisses down the line of his bare spine. The vaultie’s back arched at the feeling, and he had to bite into his lip to follow his partner’s direction.

Quiet. Right. More important now than ever before…

Suddenly, Twelve was distinctly aware of the massive crowd of copies just down below, the guards that would be patrolling on their level, and above that…

One can’t see us from his vantage point, I made sure of that ahead of time…

Still though, the thought brought him no solace as he felt goosebumps crawl up his spine. And then Seven’s hands were on him, distracting his troubled mind from all that wasn’t him. Seven’s touch was becoming rough again, needy, and Twelve felt his heartbeat pick up in his chest as his partner’s hand trailed down his torso to his naval.

He sucked in a breath, waiting for the steady touch to reach his quickly hardening cock, but then… it stopped. Right below his belly button, Seven’s hand ceased, and merely tugged backwards, pulling Twelve’s body into a further bent-over position against the wall.

He felt his erection throb in anticipation from where it stood stiff between his legs, and spread his feet further apart to invite his partner in.

A pleased hum sounded from the man behind him, and next Twelve knew, one hand was smoothing over his ass and slowly sliding in between to tease at the puckered entrance he found there.

Twelve let his head fall back, and despite himself, a pleasured little groan left his throat without permission.

“Shh, you have to keep quiet, love. If you want this–”

“I do.” Twelve couldn’t help but interrupt, thrusting his hips backwards and into the feel of his partner’s prodding fingers.

“If you want this,” The hand on his stomach vanished, and reappeared on the back of his neck, whispering a threat that made Twelve’s cock leak into his vault suit. “You have to listen to me. And be very, very quiet. Do you understand me, Twelve?”

“Yes–” He tried, and Seven’s grip tightened.

Instead of finishing his verbal confirmation, the clone nodded, and the pressure on his neck released.

“Good.” Seven whispered, his voice low and rough with building arousal.

A particularly explorative prod of his fingers had Twelve gripping the wall in front of him with white knuckles, and a sudden thought sparked in his mind with the pain of it.

“W-wait, Seven. We don’t have any–”

“Shh, you think that I didn’t think of that, pet?” Seven’s hand stroked soothingly over his ass, and then the touch, and his partner’s presence behind him, vanished altogether. “We’re in a supply closet.”

A zipper sounded behind him, and then an adjusting of fabric.

“One that I happen to know quite well, in fact.”

Then a cap being undone, and the sound of skin rubbing on skin.

Twelve’s cock felt like an atomic core, hot and ready to explode with the right kind of motivation, his belly like a furnace, his legs shaking with wanton expectancy.

“Don’t you trust me?” Seven’s presence returned behind him, and Twelve couldn’t help but lean back towards him.

“Always, Seven.” He whispered, and in his mind's eye, saw that familiar smile upon his partner’s face in response.

It was instant, the feeling of racking pleasure sending strikes of lighting through his body, as Seven’s deliciously slick fingers met his skin. One hand returned to its place between his ass cheeks, massaging the oil into him in undulating movements until the steady press of two fingers began their intrusion of him. The other hand went directly to Twelve’s cock now, pulling it from his suit's confines and smoothing the oil down the length of his shaft in languid strokes.

Twelve could swear he tasted blood on his tongue, as he tried, very nearly in vain, to keep his pleasured sounds at bay.

The spread of Seven’s fingers in him had his stomach muscles clenching, his brows furrowing in pleasure as he felt his entrance widen to accommodate his partner-- hell, to welcome him.

Welcome him back.

Twelve felt the start of tears prick his eyes at the thought of it, at more than just the overwhelming feeling of Seven opening him up.

He hadn’t lost his partner. One hadn’t taken Seven away from him, like Twelve had feared. Like he always feared. Even in the beginning; the confusing feelings, the curious touches, the coy smiles… No one knew how far it was going to come, least of all Twelve, and he remembered being scared shitless, even as his heart swelled with a newfound affection, with love for the first time.

And now? Now, he couldn’t imagine his life any other way.

Without Seven, what was there in this frigid, steel prison?

Only stagnant tedium, a lulling absence of life, of mind, of feeling.

This… what he had with Seven, it was a startling antithesis to such a dismal existence.

“Fuck, I missed you.” Seven put Twelve’s thoughts to words at the feeling of him wrapping warmly around his pulsing fingers. “I can’t wait…”

“Don’t, then.” Twelve practically pleaded. “Seven… I want you.”

“Just a moment more.” The guard growled out, clearly as unenthusiastic about the idea of holding back as Twelve was.

Though he hated to wait, there was definite gratitude radiating through him as Seven pressed his digits in to the knuckle, and began thrusting them in earnest. The soft pads of his fingers scraped against Twelve’s insides, the oil easing the way and creating a delicious friction that had him panting against the metal wall he was braced against. His breath fogged the cold surface with each push into him, with each scissoring spread of his partner’s digits, and Twelve nearly bit through his tongue with the effort of holding in his moans.

“That’s it…” Seven breathed into his ear. His stroking had slowed over Twelve’s cock, but still, he felt hard as steel as his partner’s hand pulled away. Seven’s fingers eased out of him at the same moment, forcing out an unstifled gasp with the sudden empty feeling.

It was time.

Twelve’s legs were shaking.

Both of Seven’s hands set upon his partner in a new place, spreading his ass cheeks and acting as a pathway for his own aching cock to enter. The pressure increased, as the leaking tip of Seven’s member rested against his entrance teasingly, spreading more of the oil there before, slowly, he began to press inside.

The feeling of relief was instant, overwhelming, and Twelve would’ve surely collapsed to the cold ground, if not for one of Seven’s hands reaching to grasp at his stomach, keeping him in place as his cock surged forward, and then came to a halt within him. Seven’s hips were pressed firmly to Twelve’s ass, holding there, fully sheathed, as they both panted through their shared pleasure.

“Alright?”

Twelve nodded to him vigorously, and for emphasis, placed one of his hands over Seven’s where it rested upon his stomach.

“Good.”

The word was punctuated with a shallow thrust of his partner’s hips against him, before he truly began to ease out, leaving only the tip nestled inside. Seven held there a moment, until he felt Twelve clench his walls wantonly around him, urging him to continue, and then, steadily, he plunged forward again.

Twelve couldn’t help the groan that left him, especially when Seven’s free hand delved back between his thighs to take his cock in hand. His partner stroked him in time with his languid thrusts, sending bursts of searing bliss all throughout his body from the warmth, the delicious stretch, the friction. Already, Seven could feel the way his partner’s walls gripped him periodically, the way Twelve’s cock throbbed and wept pre-cum onto the polished floor between his legs as his pace grew more hastened.

“S-say this isn’t the end.” Twelve’s weak voice cut through the charged, forced silence, and Seven paused his movements.

“What?”

“Tell me, please, that after this, things won’t go back.” Twelve’s voice shook, his head hanging low between his hunched shoulders as he pleaded with his partner. “We won’t be just… other Garies to each other, l-like we were pretending to be after One’s speech.”

“No, Twelve.”

Warmth spread through him as Seven pressed himself inside fully, his hand on his hip coming up to caress Twelve’s chest in an all-encompassing embrace. A kiss pressed to one shoulder before suddenly, Seven pulled away.

Twelve’s breath left him as his partner did, his eyes wide at the sudden shift of feeling, of absence, and then he was turning, following Seven’s guiding hands as they turned him so they were facing one another. Once there, Seven eased him to lean back against the wall, taking one of Twelve’s legs in hand and hiking it up to brace over his elbow, spreading him. The other hand went down to grip his cock, as Seven nudged the reddened tip to Twelve’s entrance once more, before plunging back inside.

Twelve felt himself mold to his partner’s familiar shape instantly, releasing another gasp as Seven delved deeper than before in their new position.

“It’s never going to be like that again. You… were right. One is a tyrant, and he…”

A grunt interrupted him as Seven picked up his movements, thrusting more wildly than before as his fury surged through his body, becoming noticeable in his intense eyes as they stayed locked to Twelve’s.

“I don’t care what it takes.” He punctuated each word with another buck of his hips, filling Twelve to bursting on every rapid stroke. He could feel the pressure in his own cock building to unbearable new heights as he gripped Seven’s shoulders until his fingernails were bound to leave scarlet marks in their wake.

“Even if it topples the whole vault, if it takes all-out war between us, you have my word, Twelve, that I’ll never allow us to become strangers again.”

Twelve was fighting to hold back his whines as his partner jostled him, as his cock was rubbed between their heaving torsos until it finally couldn’t hold back, and Twelve burst out his release onto his stomach.

Seven's hand pressed to his mouth instantly, muffling the sounds that did manage to escape his throat, as he continued his onslaught. He was close though, Twelve could see it in his expression, that desperation, that intensity, that passion that One had almost managed to sever him from forever.

But the Overseer never could win out, when it came to Seven and Twelve. It was truer now than ever before.

“Never. Again.” Seven thrust forward a final time, stilling then, as he spilled his seed deep inside his partner. His hips pulsed with every burst, and Twelve held on tightly to his shoulders as Seven rode out his climax with his body snug against him.

He ended, panting into the crook of Twelve’s shoulder as he stroked over the back of his neck soothingly. Finally, that pent-up rage, the frustration, the culmination of fear and stress and anger all seemed to drain out of their bodies, leaving them light and tingly with the newfound deliverance at each other’s hands.

Quietly, Seven listened to the commotion down in the atrium, his ears searching for any sign that they might’ve been heard, might’ve been caught.

When he deemed it safe, Seven finally made to pull back, and Twelve’s firm grip on him eased. He nearly collapsed to the ground without his partner's support, but managed to stay upright against the wall as Seven reached for a rag stored in a cubby beside them.

With tender hands, he cleaned them both of spend and pulled their respective vault suits back into place.

Twelve was still flushed, his hair disheveled slightly, and Seven had sweat dripping from his forehead, but otherwise, they were both back to their nondescript selves.

“He can’t separate us.” Seven whispered finally before they could leave the alcove and return to their ruse, their illusion of unfamiliarity. His voice was dark, determined, and sharp as a razor as his eyes stayed locked to Twelve's. “And if he tries to… I’ll kill him.”

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout npc #fallout 3 npcs #fallout 3 companions #gary fo3 #gary x gary #fallout gary #this isn't a crack fic i swear #pls read it #the garys deserve some love #dwd.nsfw #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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sweet-beezus · 1 year ago

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Ohhh yeah we delving into the sweet treats this fine day of @khoc-week!

These are the kind of fun little ditties that rot my brain day in and day out, so I'm thrilled to get to indulge in some fun, albeit short, writing about it!!

One day I will fully indulge and the world will implode-

Erm. Anyway-

*scribbles out that 'or' and shoddily writes in an 'and' in its place*

Day 3 - Friends (and) Lovers

While they are all super close to each other in one way or another, they each have their own unique relationships they make outside the Heart Hotel dynamic!

I'll still touch on their relationships with one another, but it's also what's outside the clique that counts~

Iris:

Her only big relationship is with Alto, their dynamic being "innocent baby man and grumpy keeper of the brain cell."

Despite that, Iris sees him in a best friend sort of way, the two were super close when they got separated, after all. When they reunite, it's almost if no time had passed, and perhaps Iris learns to... loosen up?

She made teammates and brief friendships, but nothing seemed to come close to their dynamic. Maybe if she had more time, that wouldn't be the case, but the world may never know!

Iris sees Iliana and Reixen as her older sisters, in a way, even though the two of them get on her (and each other's) nerves most of the time. She looks up to them despite their somewhat brainless way of handling things, and it gives her role models she hadn't gotten back in her actual time.

Irene gets the special privelege of being her mother figure! Because in all honesty she doesn't recall having a mom, so Irene is her next best bet. She's too much of a steel wall to admit it, but Irene is her favorite of the others.

♡♡♡

Irene:

Irene up until now really only interacted with castle staff, so her closest relations were really only a coworker dynamic in full. She enjoys tea time with Aeleus and Dilan, at least!

Aside from that, she started collecting adoptions in town, starting with Ienzo and Kairi, and moving on to Lea and Isa, Ventus, even, until finally any random stranger with children who frequently visited was not safe! Specifically Iliana-

She ended up collecting two others in the form of Iris and Reixen! Both reluctant at first but gave up and settled into it like a pair of stray cats. Reixen is far more open about it, but Iris is still touchy. Eventually, she will cave and accept her fate...

More came in after the events of KH3. No one was safe from her love and support, especially after the war-

She doesn't have very many parental rivalries, most of the group's parental figures tend to be in united agreement about the children, but she does have some tension towards Ansem the Wise and Even just based on prior experience. Mickey? It's a work in progress. Donald and Goofy? Her besties.

Eventually, she finds a fine companion in Iliana's uncle, Russell, and mayhaps... the two have a silly romance?

After a post-KH3 meetcute when everyone is hunkered down in recovery, they stay at his shop for a few nights, so the two have time to get to know each other. They mostly talk about their experiences with their little arsonist, but it eventually evolves into more personal territory, something they resolve after a few very simple and cute dates.

Finally, a time where Irene can truly get out of uniform...

Also he's one of the stoic types that she just KNOWS she has to break eventually. She will get this man to smile no matter the cost!

Oh yeah it's all coming together~

They've earned it considering all the stress they go through with their collective adopted charges-

♡♡♡

Iliana:

Iliana out of all of them makes the most connections, but only a few of them stuck because she struggles to allow herself to make friends. Allies, sure, but friends? Naaaah~

She started out in her home world with a friend group in the form of Enya, Harlow, Rinée, and Tobias. They were all super close up until their teen years, sticking by each other through thick and thin! And they involved her little brother at times when her parents were out of town.

Her little brother, Mandorian is, like, THE most important person to her. He's just a little guy who loves frogs and hanging out with his big sis when she's not busy training. The two are so often left unattended that it's not hard to believe they spend most of their time together. Wherever she goes, he's close behind!

But whenever they're not together, she's hanging out with Tobias!

She and Tobias were two peas in a pod, completely inseperable most of the time. Tobias was her (secondary) light, and her brother's personal favorite person aside from her, so you can understand how soul destroying it was when they got murked (by her mortal enemy, she doesn't know this until way later though) in order to kickstart and send her on her hero's journey-

She fell out of touch with the others by the time she left due to the loss bringing out the worst in all of them, but Enya seemed to be the only one who continued to cling to what was left of their friendship...

Anyway-

After suffering a horrible death and was subsequently resurrected, she got pulled into Sora's goofy family along with Alto, which filled in a gap left behind by her other (temporary) loss of her younger brother.

It's like she gained two new dads and two lil' bros all in one day, what a world-

Being parentified at a young age meant she knew how to handle keeping Sora and Alto in line, but that doesn't really stop her from doing her own very stupid stuff when they aren't looking. The hypocrite-

She kind of develops a dad dynamic with King Mickey as well, but it's not terribly definitive considering how absent he is...

Over time, the Guardians of Light end up being her found family DLC add-on, it's very wholesome! She's touchy about it, but like Iris eventually she will cave in to the love and affection.

Irene, Reixen, and Iris are like her chill aunt and weird siblings that irritate her, and that's very cool of them. They were there first, so no one can top that. They're like the only family she had most of the time aside from her uncle, so there's a distinct boundary of trust between them that others can't really match.

Along the way, she also has many unrequited crushes on princesses or side characters of sorts, but the only romance in the timeline she persues (even if she's unaware of it half the time, she's very dense) is with Ienzo! Because a certain porcupine is now part of a polycule with a grape and an electric beetle- It would have never worked out, tbh.

She didn't settle, she just had a sudden and very real realization that she fell for probably THE dorkiest person possible. So many characters to pick, so many pretty princesses, handsome princes, teammates with more screentime, and it had to be a basement dwelling rat (affectionate)...

Considering her prior heartbreak at the loss of her childhood bestie, it does take a while for her to come to terms with the fact that it's okay to move on. She holds on to so much that you may need to pry it from her very warm, still alive hands-

Luckily, the two did know each other well enough since they interacted a bunch when they were kids, she did visit Radiant Garden quite a bit after all, it only made sense they may have some chemistry later down the line. Her grandma would joke about it with Ansem the Wise, but little did she know that it would become very real and very cute actually-

I dunno what it is with her and nerds, but if you can talk her ear off while all the info leaks out of her hearing holes, you have most certainly won her heart. Ienzo also partially fits the bill for her morosexual side, depending on the situation that isn't science related. Like cooking or something. Equal parts smart and dumb, just the way she enjoys them-

They're both t4t brainless nerds and in love, love wins etc etc.

♡♡♡

And there you have it! It's not much but it's honest work-

They all deserve the love and respect they get along their journies, and I'm happy to say that they do find it all eventually!

Enough on that though, we're indulging in angst this next day. See y'all on Day 4!! >:3c

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dialovers-translations · 2 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Ecstasy [05]

ー The scene starts in the living room of Kino’s manor

Kino: Hey, hey Yuma! Let’s go out and have some fun!

Yuma: Fuck off! Leave me alone! Now’s hardly the time to be playin’ ‘round!

Kino: Do you really have to be that rude? I was so kind as to come visit since I figured you might be feeling lonely.

Yuma: I never asked!!

Kino: Now that we’re here in the human world anyway, why not go spread our wings? I’m sure she must feel like the walls are closing in on her as well?

Selection

→ He does have a point

Yui: Maybe a little, yeah...

Yuma: ...Che.

Yui: ( H-He blatantly clicked his tongue in response. )

→ That’s not true (❦)

Yui: That’s not true. I’m fiーー

Kino: See? She’s bored just as I thought! Then why don’t we go outside for once? Okay? Come on, chop chop!

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...Don’t push me! Oi!

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Yuma: ...

Yui: ( Yuma-kun looks grumpy... )

Kino: When will you stop being so irritated? We came here to have fun so why not try and enjoy it?

Yuma: ...I came to ya ‘cause I wanted to save the Ghouls.

Yet you’re lazin’ off and only thinkin’ ‘bout havin’ fun. How am I not supposed to get pissed then?

Kino: Oh come on, don’t say that. You might not expect it, but I’ve been thinking as well.

Ah! Let’s hit up that place next. It looks interesting.

ー Kino walks away

Yuma: ...Yeah right.

*TIMESKIP*

Kino: Ahー I had a blast.

Yui: ( Time flew by as we were having fun... )

Kino: That was so much fun. Right, Yui?

Yuma: Happy now?

Kino: Hmー Not yet, I guess.

Yuma: ...Quit the crap!

ー Yuma grabs hold of his collar

Yui: Yuma-kun!

Yuma: Did ya not hear me? I’m not here to play games with ya, mate.

Kino: ...Haah. Don’t be such a party pooper.

*Thud*

Kino: Then let me ask you? If you want to save the Ghouls so badly, do you have a plan in mind already?

Go ahead. What do you think we should do? You’ve got a brain inside that head of yours, don’t you? So tell me.

Yuma: What, ya ask...?

Kino: Don’t tell me you’ve been saying all those things without even thinking of anything yourself? You’re in no position to criticize me then.

I guess I have no other choice but to spell it out for you brainless fool.

Ghouls don’t have magic. In other words, they’ll get taken out by Demons in one hit regardless of their number.

You haven’t forgotten how Lucks got absolutely destroyed, have you?

Yuma: ...

Kino: We have zero chance at winning if we try and fight them head-on. In which case...

Yuma: ...Whatcha gonna do?

Kino: We’ve just gotta play it smart, no? Like this, for example. ーー Check out that guy over there.

Yui: Kino-kun? What are yーー

*Woosh*

Man: Uaaaaah!!

Yuma: !? Ya bastard, what didya do!?

Kino: Don’t worry. That guy’s not a human. He’s a Demon.

I finally found my target. I couldn’t possibly let him escape now, could I?

Yuma: Target...!?

Yui: Don’t tell me we’ve been wandering around town this whole time because...?

Kino: Ahaha! Seems like you’ve got a couple more brain cells than Yuma does. Exactly. I was looking for the next target on my hit list.

You didn’t realize at all? Fufu, not only are you an idiot, but you’re dense as well.

Yuma: ...Is huntin’ Demons in the human world what you’d call ‘doin’ it the smart way’?

Kino: Not quite, to be precise. By hunting down Demons here in the human world, we’re getting our hands on back-up.

Yui: Back-up...?

Kino: Basically, there’s people here who would be more than happy to see Demons disappear from the human world.

It was the people from the Church ーー Who came to me with the request to hunt down Demons.

Yui: Ehーー...?

Monologue

All color faded from my complexion,

at Kino-kun’s words.

The Church (教会) ーー While that place,

had a nostalgic ring to it for me,

I simply could not believe it.

It would mean that by joining forces with a Demon (魔族),

the Church had been deceiving me all along.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leyumaecstasy5

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sun-daisies · 1 year ago

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fic snippet | agents of shield | control chapter 12

since ao3 is down for who knows how long I figured I’d dig through some abandoned wips and post some snippets of fics I love but never got to share. feel free to do this too - we can keep each other going until ao3 is back up and running!

He was eyeing her curiously, as if he could tell something was up. She stood awkwardly in the middle of his office, her hands making their way together and starting to fidget in an attempt to detract from the nervous trembles bubbling beneath the surface. Coulson frowned for a moment before rearranging his expression into a friendly smile. “Please, sit,” he reiterated, gesturing towards the chair on the other side of his desk. “Take your time, you don’t have to talk right away.”

Talk. Talk.

Defy me and see what happens.

A couple rogue vibrations bounced off of her fingers as she sat, skittering across the armrests of the chair before being absorbed into the rug underfoot.

She couldn’t tell him.

She couldn’t.

They’d know.

God, they’d know, and they’d be furious.

They’d rip her tongue out, for sure. Agents who are defiant, assets who spill Hydra’s deepest and darkest secrets. Garrett would personally take the knife and slice it out of her in one cut – present it as a trophy for Whitehall.

Unconsciously, Skye’s thumb made it to her mouth, her teeth starting to work away at her cuticle.

They’d rip her tongue out as a start. They’d torture her; they’d shove her head underwater, tease her with the white light – her chest would light on fire as it cried for air, her head would spin as it craved oxygen, but god she’d be so close to the end it would be euphoric – before dragging her back up, smashing her head against the bathtub.

They’d strap her down to a table and poke and prod with all sorts of tools, ripping her apart and piecing her back together, draining her of life and everything that made her, taking what should never have been theirs.

They’d start from square one - train her all over again how to do as she was told, no questions asked, and when she disobeyed they had their shock collar to put her back in her place, and she’d sit pretty and be their little brainless pet – oh god they’d figure out a way to truly brainwash her, to truly take away the one thing she’d always grasped onto desperately, because they couldn’t have a freethinking traitor in their midst, but wait they wouldn’t even need to because they’d simply extract her power from her and then dump her in her cell and hurt her and make her live a life of endless pain and suffering, never allowing her to truly let go but not allowing her to pay off her debt, and God she wasn’t strong enough she wouldn’t be able to how was she going to-

“Skye?”

Skye brought herself back down to earth, her eyes widening to see that all of the stuff on Coulson’s desk was shaking violently. She sighed, pulling the vibrations back towards her, and redispersing them to slowly trickle off of her, getting absorbed into the rug. Coulson’s eyebrows were pulled together in a worried expression and he put down his pen, giving Skye his full, undivided attention. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me,” he told her, his voice soft and genuine. “Please tell me.”

What would SHIELD do to her if she didn’t tell them?

Because surely when Hydra eventually made their move, it would be obvious that she’d known they had moles in SHIELD in the first place. Either way, she’d be a traitor.

Oh god, either way she’d be a traitor.

Betraying Hydra was a life sentence. But betraying SHIELD, betraying Phil Coulson… somehow felt like it would sting worse.

Skye knitted her brows together, casting a quick glance over her shoulder before turning back to Coulson. Her fingers tapped a quick, anxious rhythm on his desk; little vibrations skittered across the wood. She opened her mouth, but that muddled jumble of words balled in the back of her throat, and her chest constricted, practically suffocating her. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to pull herself back down to earth.

She had to tell him.

Defy me and-

He deserved to know.

After all he’d done for her, how hard he’d fought for her, she couldn’t betray him like that.

She sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I-“ she started, wishing the words would rearrange themselves, hoping that maybe they would if she’d just let them tumble from her lips. “I need to- I have to tell you-“

“I’m listening,” Coulson reassured her gently. “Take your time.”

Skye finally was able to look him in the eye – and when she did, she could feel her fear start to melt away. His eyes were kind and gentle and warm, nothing like the frigid dissonance of the superiors at Hydra. She felt her shoulders relax, letting the clarity flood her mind and allowing herself to accept with conviction that this was the right call to make.

He needed to know. He didn’t deserve the storm he’d get if she didn’t tell him

“Centipede,” she began, the words still a thunderstorm in her mind but she needed to start somewhere. Get the keywords out, arrange them once they’d been released. “It’s-“

“Mind if I interrupt?”

Her blood turned to ice.

“Garrett,” Coulson greeted the man standing behind her. Unable to stand having her back to the enemy, Skye forced herself to turn, peeling her eyes off Coulson and letting them settle back on Garrett. “Is it important? We’re uh, kind of in the middle of something.”

“I wanted to check in on our ETA,” Garrett said, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes burned into Skye. “We must be nearing the Hub by now.”

You are property of Hydra. Your life is not yours to take.

Before she could reign it back in, a nervous quake escaped her and shook the plane.

Garrett raised an eyebrow. “Turbulence?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Or is it the fugitive lapdog planning an attack?”

Property of Hydra-

Hydra’s lapdog-

“Garrett,” Coulson growled. “That’s uncalled for.”

Garrett merely laughed. “You gotta admit, it’s pretty funny. Accurate. Hey, Skylar – sit, stay, be quiet.”

Sit. Stay. Be quiet.

Property of Hydra.

Unconsciously, Skye clamped down her anxious tremors, pulling them in towards herself, suppressing a wince as her bones rattled beneath her skin. She barely heard Coulson correct him about her name – suddenly all she could think about was how he’d known, he must have known, that’s why he was here, and the second she did something wrong he’d whisk her away back to her cell and deal with her personally.

Sit. Stay. Be quiet.

She’d been talking too much. She’d been eating too much. She didn’t earn anything, god she was taking and taking and not paying for it. She was stupid to believe that she’d earned any of the team’s respect when she didn’t do anything to deserve it.

“Skye.”

Coulson’s voice cut right through her panicked thoughts and she froze, meeting his gaze. She hadn’t let any tremors out – she knew that much, she felt them in her arms – but she must have looked pretty freaked out, because he looked genuinely worried. She offered him a feeble smile in the hopes that if she pretended everything was fine then Garrett would leave, and she could breathe again, but Garrett merely narrowed his eyes at her which only made her more nervous.

Sit. Stay. Be quiet.

“Got something to say?” he asked, not unkindly but definitely not warmly. “Or are you just gonna blow a hole in this puppy?”

“Garrett!” Coulson warned. Turning back to Skye, he evened out his tone and asked her gently; “Do you need to take a walk?”

Numbly, she nodded, though her legs wobbled when she stood.

“Would you like me to come with you or would you like to be alone?”

“God, it’s like talking to a toddler, asking if they want to drink from the pink cup or the blue one,” Garrett snorted.

A quake slipped from her control and shook the whole plane.

“Let’s take a walk, Skye,” Coulson said again, reaching out for her shoulder, but she immediately recoiled, taking a step back and her eyes trained warily on his hand. Her heart fluttered like a bird trying to escape its cage. He retracted it, watching her carefully. “Skye…”

Sit. Stay. Be quiet.

“Anybody feel that turbulence?” A new voice made Skye flinch – at the doorway stood Ward and Fitz. Fitz eyed her with concern and Ward crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, his expression completely unreadable. Her heart raced and her mouth seemed to dry up completely; she took a step backwards, bumping into Coulson’s desk, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

“Woah, woah, woah, Skye, what’s going on?” Fitz asked. “Take some deep breaths, okay, breathe.”

Skye just stood, blood roaring in her ears as her gaze bounced from person to person. All eyes were on her, they all stared at her, and the lights were so bright it was disorienting and the room felt like it was spinning and out of the corner of her eye she saw Garrett looking directly at her, practically seeing into her very soul and he lifted his hand to fix his watch and she couldn’t help it as the entire plane shook more intensely this time and she was losing control of herself and god he knew, he knew, he knew, sit, stay, be quiet, property of Hydra, your life is not yours to take, next time you hesitate, don’t ever show weakness, sit, stay, be quiet, sit, stay, be quiet, lapdog, property of Hydra, property of Hydra-

Skye hadn’t seen May come in. She hadn’t noticed her draw an ICER.

She didn’t feel it hit her either.

#ao3 #wip #abandoned #control fic #aos #aos fic #fanfic #agents of shield #agents of shield fic #daisy johnson #actually fun fact this is one of the first pieces I wrote for this fic #tragic it never saw the light of day lol

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