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[michealdontleavemeher3]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a marvel/avengers x reader? where reader came from kind of a bad background and has to kinda learn that eating and doing things is normal and that they dont need to ask for permission. And the avengers realise after watching reader that they actually come from a bad background and tries to reassure that their safe? is that too complicated? SO SORRY IF IT IS. it would be really cool if you just do anything Marvel tho!! BUT OBVIOUSLY NO PRESSURE or anything. Thank you for listening and sorry if you dont understand what i said

Sorry that it took so long😿 but here it is

(also I'm so sorry the other requests are taking so long, I'm kind of busy but I try to write as much as I can when I have time)

Save haven

The Avengers Compound was unlike anything you had ever experienced. It was a fortress of safety, filled with cutting-edge technology and people who were hero's. For someone like you, who had spent years on the streets and in rough situations, it was unreal

You had been given a room of your own. The bed was massive, soft, and the blankets were warm. But even so, you often slept on top of the covers, not wanting to disturb the neatly made bed. You woke up early every morning, creeping out of your room to explore the compound, careful not to make any noise.

The kitchen was the first place you visited, It was always well-stocked, with a variety of foods you hadn’t seen in years. But instead of taking what you wanted, you’d wait until someone else entered, watching them prepare their meal before hesitantly asking if it was okay for you to eat too.

One morning, you lingered by the fridge, your stomach rumbling softly. Tony Stark walked in, still half-asleep, and went straight for the coffee machine. He glanced at you, noticing how you stood there, hands clasped together, your eyes darting between the food and him.

“Morning, kid,” Tony greeted, yawning. “Help yourself. You don’t need to ask.”

You smiled weakly but didn’t move, waiting until he had taken his coffee and left the kitchen before you finally grabbed a small yogurt. You ate it quickly, standing by the counter, before hurrying out to avoid being seen by anyone else.

It wasn’t just in the kitchen. Throughout the day, you found yourself unsure of what you were allowed to do. You asked permission to use the bathroom, take a shower, even to sit down in the common areas. You tried your best to stay out of the way, not wanting to be a burden.

The Avengers started to notice your behavior, though it took some time for them to piece together the full picture. At first, they chalked it up to nerves—after all, you were new, and living with superheroes could be intimidating. But as the days turned into weeks, they began to see that it was more than just nerves.

One afternoon, while everyone was gathered in the common room, you were perched on the edge of an armchair, looking uncomfortable. Natasha was sitting nearby, watching you with quiet concern. She noticed how you stiffened every time someone raised their voice, even in laughter. She saw how you glanced around, seemingly searching for cues on how to act.

When Steve offered you a spot on the couch next to him, you hesitated, eyes wide, as if unsure if you were really allowed. “It’s okay,” he assured you, patting the cushion. “You can sit here.”

You nodded and carefully sat down, but even then, you kept your hands folded in your lap, as if afraid to touch anything. Natasha exchanged a look with Steve, who gave a small, understanding nod.

Later that night, Natasha found you alone in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner. You were scrubbing the counters diligently, even though the staff usually took care of it.

“Hey,” Natasha said softly, not wanting to startle you. “You don’t have to do that. We have people who handle the cleaning.”

You paused, turning to face her. “I just… wanted to help. I didn’t want to be useless.”

Natasha’s heart ached at your words. She approached you slowly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You’re not useless. You’re part of this team now. You don’t have to earn your place by doing chores or asking for permission. You belong here.”

You looked down, feeling a lump in your throat. “It’s hard to believe that sometimes,” you admitted. “Where I came from, I had to ask for everything. If I didn’t, I’d get in trouble.”

Natasha’s eyes softened, and she guided you to sit down at the kitchen table. “You don’t have to live like that anymore. This is your home now. No one here will hurt you or punish you. You’re safe.”

As she spoke, Steve walked in, having overheard the last part of the conversation. He pulled up a chair and sat down across from you. “We’re your family now,” he said, his voice kind and sincere. “We’re here for you, no matter what. You don’t need to be afraid or ask for permission to be yourself.”

You felt tears welling up, but this time, you didn’t try to hide them. Natasha squeezed your hand, offering silent support, while Steve gave you a reassuring smile. It was the first time in a long while that you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could trust this place—these people.

The next morning, when you entered the kitchen, you saw Tony pouring himself a cup of coffee again. This time, you didn’t wait for permission. You grabbed a bowl, filled it with cereal, and sat down at the table. Tony noticed, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched you take this small, but significant, step.

“Good to see you helping yourself, kid,” Tony remarked casually, taking a seat across from you.

You offered him a shy smile. “I’m trying.”

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself slowly adjusting to life in the compound. Clint would invite you to join him in watching movies, and you began to relax, realizing you didn’t have to wait for an invitation. Wanda started baking with you in the afternoons, teaching you recipes from her childhood, and you felt the joy of doing something just because you wanted to.

The others continued to reassure you in small ways. Steve always made a point to include you in conversations, never letting you feel like an outsider. Thor would leave small treats for you, gifts from his trips off-world, just to see you smile. Bruce offered quiet companionship in the lab, never pressuring you to talk, but always there if you needed someone.

One evening, after a particularly fun movie night with Clint and Sam, you found yourself laughing freely for the first time in ages. The laughter felt foreign, but good, like a weight had been lifted from your chest. You looked around at the team, realizing that you were truly beginning to feel like you belonged.

As everyone said their goodnights and headed to their rooms, Natasha caught your eye. She gave you a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of how far you had come.

“You did good, (Y/N),” she said, her voice soft and full of pride. “You’re doing great.”

You smiled, genuinely this time. “Thanks, Nat. I think I’m starting to believe that I really am safe here.”

She squeezed your shoulder gently before heading off to bed. Alone in the common room, you took a moment to appreciate the warmth and comfort that now surrounded you. It had been a long journey to get here, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were truly home.

And in that moment, you knew that this place—this team—was your safe haven.

[flamingo-writes]

A/N: i am back from the dead after months. And it should’ve come as a surprise that I absolutely loved Hobie. Looks like a rockstar and is an absolute punk. My type in a nutshell.

I’m gonna be using some of these headcanon for future

Gal in The Chair — Hobie Brown x Artist!Reader

I think Hobie would be the kind of guy to fall for someone who he’s known for a long while, that being said, you’d perhaps known him all of your life

Having grown together, the two of you shaped a lot of each other’s beliefs. So no wonder the two of you were so compatible.

After the spider bite, you saw the whole journey from Hobie freaking out at first, to him figuring out how to use his new abilities.

He designed his web shooters, being the genius he is with technology. You helped him with his suit, specially his mask.

You became his Gal in the Chair

You liked to fix up and personalise clothes. All of your pieces of clothings came from second hand shops and you gave them a make over doing all sorts of stuff on them to make them unique and yours.

You also did this with a lot of Hobie’s clothes. As well as teaching him how to use your sewing machine.

After graduating high school, you opened a small alternative clothing shop in with unique pieces, doing the same thing you did for your clothes on this one. As well as doing hand made jewerly like bracelets, necklaces and earrings. You also had a talent with plants, managing to almost magically bring plants back to life and reproduce them like crazy, you added selling plants into your small business.

As Spider-Man gained traction, he low key promoted your work to his followers and people who agreed with him. This in order to keep negative attention from falling on you, and keep bad guys from thinking and theorising that maybe you knew Spider-Man.

As a side gig, you educated yourself on coffee making, and learned about the different processes and types of coffee beans there were. It started as a hobby, but soon you also implemented that into your shop.

The fact that you were so versatile, made Hobie feel incredibly proud of you. You seemed to be so independent, and creative and that never ending curiosity and passion made him harvest feelings for you.

Eventually, the close friendship, and companionship grew into affectionate and romantic feelings.

Hobie was always flirty, but it wasn’t until now that you started behaving differently. Normally he played his electric guitar but now you found him playing his acoustic guitar more.

He showed you a song he wrote. And while it was unusual —however, not imposible— to hear a romantic song coming from him, it wasn’t until the first minute that you realised the song was about you.

That’s how he chose to tell you about his feelings.

He didn’t intend for it to be this romantic, he simply one day word vomited the song and used one free afternoon to add the music.

After hearing his song, it was actually you who grabbed him and kissed him.

More than satisfied with the outcome, he kissed you back, put his guitar down and pulled you over his lap.

You two became inseparable since. You already were, but now it was more evident.

You worked at home, doing all the creative things you did, selling them, helping Spider-Man with art shows and gigs.

Those who paid close attention, they were able to determine you were some sort of associate to Spider-Man. However, all of them were also punks and anarchist so of course they kept their mouths shut. Spider-Man was always looking out for those in need. They were going to help a brother back and not tell anyone whenever any authority or weird-looking threat asked if anyone knew Spider-Man, or someone close to him.

You became widely known between Spider-Man supporters, although none of them would ever dare to snitch on you.

After Hobie met Gwen, she brought her over, you two became close friends right away. Letting Gwen crash at your place more often than not. She even offered to help you with the dishes and the groceries as thanks for letting her stay.

“You’re Hobie’s friend, you’re welcome whenever you want,” You’d told her.

Pav was also a frequent visitor. He loved your coffee, he taught you how to make chai. And you had chai ready for whenever Hobie told you Pav was going to be there.

Pav also bought plants from you all the time. Most of them for his mom. He once asked you if you could make a set of earrings and a necklace for his mom.

The set was a success and Pav always told you how much she loved them,

Eventually Miles also came around. And it wasn’t until Miles met you that his suspicions of Hobie and Gwen dating dissappeared.

Miles saw the absolute pure love with which Hobie looked at you. He still made the same sarcastic and cheeky jokes while talking to you. But the way he looked at you was completely different to the way he looked at anyone else.

Hobie convinced Miles to buy a plant and some earrings for his mother.

“Listen mate, this is what my girl does for a living. Plus the world needs to learn to appreciate the handiwork of an artisan,”

Miles was even surprised at how Hobie still looked cool while being mushy and cheesy with you as he hugged you, kissed your head, or played with your hands or hair.

Hobie had zero fucks to give about what people think about him, he doesn’t give a shit about PDA. Gwen thinks it’s gross, Pav thinks it’s adorable, Miles is simply puzzled as to how he is still cool when seeing his parents doing the same thing would make him cringe so hard.

Hobie is amused by the different reactions he gets. Especially Gwen’s grossed out face.

He still loves kissing you every chance he gets. Whether if it’s kissing you passionately. A subtle peck. Sweet kissed on your cheek or your forehead.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Okay so like as I’m writing this, tomorrow is my birthday (I’m gonna be 19 😭) and I was wondering if I could get some birthday headcanons with the legion of horribles (poly but platonic) + (separately) zsasz?🥺

You don’t have to finish this on my birthday so I understand if it will take time but if you can do it that would be wonderful! Don’t feel pressured though!

Thank you so much Cupid!^^🫂

'400 LUX,

-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Jerome Valeska, Bridgit Pike, Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crane, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Birthday HCs with the Legion of Horribles! (+ romantic zsasz)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE FLUFF! They adore reader so so so much! Reader turning 19 :> Age gap for Zsasz! All seven of these idiots. Good luck reader, you will need it!! Suggestive parts in Zsasz's. Reader probably drinking too much tea to be healthy. Also sorry I'm a little late with this, hectic week but happy late bday adal <3 love ya!

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “We're never done with killing time, can I kill it with you?” 400 Lux by Lorde

Number one spoiler!

No seriously, good luck. You are basically Martin #2. He's buying the most extravagant gifts, and hosting the birthday party. He's getting mad at Jervis and Jerome (anyone who can't keep there mouth shut for the surprise.)

Hectically organizing this whole mess. To his best ability. Eventually he gives up under the stress and you'll notice. Just have a little sit down with him, and he'll HAPPILY celebrate your birthday far away from everyone else.

Once you two have a minute alone, he's making you his mothers tea, telling you all about his birthdays and how she used to celebrate them with him. He really just wants to make this the best day for you possible.

Have a small little laugh with him on the couch, look at baby pictures of him around the mansion, watch him get red in the face and scowl just a teeny tiny bit.

He'll also scroll through your phone (he's horrible with technology) and look at your baby pictures too. You two end up having a good laugh and a semi-serious talk about childhood memories <3

He'll end up giving you his most personal gift when you two are alone, away from the "cretins outside" in his words.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “We might be hollow but we're brave.” 400 Lux by Lorde

The only time he's 100 percent serious is when he's busy with the sheer EFFORT he's putting into this celebration.

Him and Oswald have conflicting ideas. Oswald wants something extravagant, royal, fit for you, like a coming of age. Jerome still wants to throw you a ball, but more like a child's dream chucky-cheese type birthday.

What do you mean he can't get a bunch of arcade machines and a ball pit delivered to the mansion? He's pouting.

He'll be DAMNED if he doesn't book the entertainment and a GIANT cake, though.

Will get Jervis to hypnotize some poor sap to dance for you. You know, if you're into that. Might kill him too if you're a little evil like him. If you aren't into that, he'll let him live. That's your gift :>

Did i say a GIANT cake? Yeah. It's massive. FUCKING MASSIVE. He probably ends up eating more of it then you guys, to be honest.

Makes sure it's your favorite flavor too.

Makes everyone sit down when it's time for cake and candles, if anyone tries to get up he's screaming at the top of his lungs.

Remember that "USE THE TONGS, CARL!" Yeah, he's channeling that energy to the hypnotized people cutting the cake and setting the table.

Fully looks at you like a successor (and like, his only real friend) so he's a bit pushy for this to go well. Not as much as Oswald, but still set on making this a good day for you. He just isn't as overt.

𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐺𝐼𝑇 𝑃𝐼𝐾𝐸

♫ “And the heating comes on.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Poor baby has never seen, attended, or had a birthday party in her life. It's new for her, it's intriguing. She loves this little strange family you guys have created.

You are LITERALLY her little sister, the only sibling she truly sees as her own!

It's obligatory for her to light the birthday candles (and almost burn the mansion down, chaos ensues)

Similar to Oswald, she gives you one intimate gift. Something she knows you'll love, something personal. You're favorite flowers, gems, or even a nod to an inside joke.

Arguing with Victor (Fries) about who has the better gift and who you like more.

When the day is nearing it's end, she volunteers to clean up to have some time alone with you. Everyone else is winding down, but you and her will get to talk like two best friends.

It's the only time she feels like a normal teenage girl. Just gossiping with you while putting Jerome's confetti in trash bags.

You'll probably have a little slumber party with her in the living room, eating left-over snacks and watching TV, throwing popcorn at each other. Speaking of popcorn....

"Hey, watch this!" She's nudging you, getting you to watch her make her own popcorn kernels with her flamethrower, signature smile on her face :>

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “You drape your wrists over the steering wheel.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He was fighting tooth and nail for this to be a tea party. Still upset it's not. Ended up still hypnotizing someone to make tea for you all. Ah, Small victories.

Also? We saw him in that chauffer outfit. He will gladly be the designated driver.

Similar to the rest of them, he wants some time alone with you. So, he's hypnotizing a limo and pulling up and practically stealing you away.

Takes you on a little shopping spree. Anywhere you want to go, he'll take you there! Even if he doesn't particularly enjoy it. (cough cough, convince stores, cough cough)

Wants to take you to the tea shoppes and bakeries.

He is LITERALLY the most BUSY bee out of EVERYONE. Everyone is so obsessed with planning and whatnot, but he actually has to do EVERYTHING by himself.

Whose hypnotizing the cake maker, the gifts, the decorations, the people, the waiters? Ah, the list goes on and on. He's a bit tuckered out by the time you too are done shopping and he's off his list of errands.

Have a cup of tea with him after <3 he will be infinitely grateful to wind down with you if you find the time during the day.

Sings happy birthday obnoxiously loud for you. He also insists everyone has perfect table manners and etiquette. (Looking at you, Jerome.)

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “I can tell that you're tired.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Silent, for the most part. Will refuse to sing happy birthday, and will truly only participate if it's the two of you alone. He...doesn't work well in groups.

He's getting a slap on the wrist from everyone because of it.

He'd MUCH rather steal you away periodically through the day, to just talk to you about your childhood. Congratulate you. He's happy for you, but he's a little scared you're getting older.

Very protective. Always. No matter what.

You might hear him laugh a bit, joke around with you, just simply checking the surroundings and chaos from Jerome.

If you are someone who prefers things more lowkey, you'll find yourself spending the majority of the day with Jonathan. Eventually you two will just pass by each other every now and then, and share a brief respite from the bustling outside.

You are TRULY his best friend. He wants to make this day as good for you as everyone else does. He just doesn't know where to start.

He'll probably end up giving you your favorite gift out of EVERYONE.

Doesn't matter what it is. He'll know. It will be intimate, genuine, and a very heartfelt message on the bottom of a card attached.

"Love you, Y/N." -Jonathan

Okay, not SUPER heartfelt at first look, but for him? It's as close as you'll get to him being vulnerable.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆

♫ “We're getting good at this.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Jerome puts him on ice-cream duty and he's reasonably grumpy.

No, but genuinely, this is a VERY special day for him. He's a VERY proud dad!

Always wanted to have kids with Nora. Never got a chance. You really are his second chance at happiness, and he loves you so much. He gets to live out everything he thought he'd never be able too.

Wants to get more involved, but gets a little pushed out between Jerome and Oz.

Jerome probably makes him make ice sculptures. Or Ozzie asks him to freeze the body of your enemies. Perfect gift!

Similar to Jonathan, likes to keep things more lowkey. He'll sneak in a pseudo father daughter bonding moment, even if you don't know.

"So, uh, you're staying out trouble, right?"

He's asking, nudging you when you two finally get a moment alone. His voice comes out in a mumble, obviously not very experienced in this role of being a father. But he can't help it.

Overprotective dad scowling at Zsasz, you know, to get the point across. Zsasz staring riiiiiiight back.

"Just so you know...if you break her heart, I'm freezing yours." Victor #1 says, with a clicking sound, and a raise of his gun.

Victor #2 raises a non-existent eyebrow, and lifts his own gun in return. "Of course..." He drawls. The idle threats are there.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You pick me up and take me home again / We're hollow like the bottles that we drain.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He's a loving boyfriend, you just have to get through his layers throughout the day!

Of course, he's your ride to and from the mansion. Driving with him, his hand on your thigh, disco music. Waking you up with kisses and birthday sex

He's grumbling just a bit everyone else wants to steal you away. Que him being a sassy boyfriend, rolling his eyes.

He ends up just standing around the mansion most of the day, sneaking bites of pastries or making idle conversation with the terrified waiters, while you are out with Jervis. He doesn't mind. It's your day. He is more then happy, this is his element. A whole day dedicated to his girl, and free food? Sign him up.

In contrast to everyone, he's the only person to give you a gag gift. Surprisingly, Jerome takes this too seriously to give you one. Victor doesn't, though. He'll give you a whole bunch of small gag gifts, just to see that beautiful smile on your face.

He'll end up getting you a real gift though. Something precious, gorgeous, elegant. Something absolutely killer. Black onyx necklace? Yes. You'll feel the leather of his gloves on your neck while he puts it on you.

Doesn't care if ANYONE looks at the two of you weirdly for the age gap. In fact, he'll become even MORE affectionate. Y'know, just to piss people off.

Speaking of age, he doesn't care you aren't 21 just yet. He's 100% sneaking the two of you some alcohol to drink. (Not without teasing you, of course, for being a downright horrible criminal!)

Oswald, Victor Fries, and Jervis don't appreciate you drinking. They are too protective. But Zsasz doesn't gaf what they say :>

[bmbochangetales]

Melanie has been busy for the past few months doing everything except take care of herself. She finally decided to schedule a doctor appointment and to get a total check up. She was almost done when the nurse said she needed a breast exam as it had been years. She recommended a nearby clinic or she heard a local pharmacy had a special machine that offered privacy but a full exam via machine.

Melanie went a few days later to the pharmacy and the male pharmacist told her it was so new and they would get the results emailed to her a day later.

He showed her to a cushioned bench with a strange metal arm with two plastic cups to attach to the breasts. Once he left she could remove her shirt and attach the cups around her mammaries following the instructions on a video and they would examine them. He told her an attendant would be outside the door if she needed anything.

Melanie waited for the door to click and took a few deep breaths before taking her shirt off. Her a cups were nothing the attendant would care to oogle at. She followed the instructions on the video and the clear cups attached. They looked clearly made to hold much larger breasts but it securely attached and beeped as an all clear to begin.

She watched the screen as it explained that it was examining for any lumps or abnormalities and was enjoying the massaging feelings for a good 5 minutes. It told her the prognosis was looking all clear and they just needed to gather some data for research purposes, did she consent to help collect additional data. She tapped the screen which then seem to move back out of reach.

The machine began sucking even harder and she heard a lot of beeping as they analyzed whatever it was looking for. After a few moments the screen showed her breasts on the screen. A perfect replica.

“Wow that’s amazing technology” she said to the empty room.

The machine looked like it was running some data when a robotic voice announced its findings.

Breast size is below average. Taking brain matter for mammary enlargement.

“Hey. What the hell?” The machine made a loud suction noise to answer Melanie. Her tiny bumps were sucked and pulled on like a vacuum while her head felt a lot pressure followed by a light headed feeling.

Boob size increased

Melanie took a few seconds to snap out of the weird feeling. She looked down at new nearly c cups. The machine had grown her boobs. Something was wrong. She tried to take it off of her chest. This was not what she came here for. She tried to yank but in the struggle she accidentally hit the button to activate the machine again.

Boob size is too small. Taking brain matter for mammary enlargement.

The machine whistled again. The suction felt even better this time. It forced Melanie to stop her struggle and she let out a mix of a moan and whine as the sucking and pulling started again. The sharp pain in her head happened again followed but a feeling of lightness again. As the machine quieted down she heard the voice.

Boobie sized increased.

Melani never had such big boobies before! The machine was doing something totally weird. It had taken her tiny a cups and now she had full DD cups! They were so big and round now. She should really get this machine off. But like she could still think and stuff. So like maybe if she hit the button one more time it would let her go after it sucked on her new big boobies. They were big but not like huge or anything. She tapped the button on the machine.

Boobies are not big enough. Taking brain matter for mammary enlargement.

The machine became once again and Melani was actually starting to enjoy it a lot. The sharp pain hurt but the feeling of getting more empty headed was so good. The noisy loud machine was making her boobies super big and they bounced. The cups were almost full. Melani loved seeing the big fat boobies getting bigger. It quieted down too soon and the machine played out the message.

Tit sized increased.

Melani looked at her tits. She loved that word. She got big HHH cup tits now. This machine was super fun! but could it like keep going? Cause big tits are so hot but like bigger is better in cock, tits, and bank accounts. Melani giggled as she tapped the button again to make the super great machine start working again.

Tits are not big enough. Taking brain matter for Mammary enlargement.

There wasn't a lot left for the machine to take but it pulled out anything it could. Meloni probably couldn't pass high school, maybe even middle school if she tried. She no longer cared about the job that kept her so busy. She just loved her big fat tits and how sexy they made her look. Her empty head made her happy because it meant she had enormous bouncy tiddies.

Tiddie sized increased.

Meloni looked down. She wouldn't be able to see her feet or wear normal shirts and she didn't care. She had enormous fat tiddies and she was a sexy brainless bimbo. Maybe the machine could help her even more.

“Guh! Can like ya go even bigger funny machine?” JJJ cups should have been enough but Meloni wanted more. She tapped the button super fast many times.

Big fat tiddies requested. Bimbo brain exchange for ultimate mammary expansion now in progress. Prepare for Tiddyslutification.

The enlarged tits began flowing out of the cups that could hardly hold more than nipples. The The cups were much too small now as they sucked out any crumbs of intelligence and turned Melanie into tit obsessed idiot. If it wasn’t about boobs, she wouldn’t be interested. MMMM cup bug fat tiddies bounces down as the machine unlatched.

Hello Melons Tiddyslut! We are glad we could adjust your tiddies. Please enjoy your big fat tiddies and your stupid bimbo brain. You are a good Tiddyslut!

Stupid girlish giggles at the silly fun machines sillly words! Melon’s tiddies were obnoxious and huge, and jutting out bouncing all over the place. Two oversized watermelons on her chest. She was so happy everyone could see her fat sexy tiddies. She happily walked to the door and out with nothing on. Why hide them? In fact she needed to get a new camera to share them with everyone.

Her data uploaded to the research server while her video surveillance was uploaded to several porn and fetish sites. The machine sat waiting for its next victim. It wouldn’t be long before Melons Tiddyslut was a household name. The expansion community was going to keep on growing.

[fatehbaz]

They’ve built a “Great Wheel” on the Seattle waterfront [...].

The small timber village became a military outpost in the Puget Sound War [...], [and] soon evolved into a trade gateway, with timber tailings and other industrial trash from Henry Yesler’s mill used to fill in the marshlands [...], atop which migrant laborers raised tents and shanties [...] now working to feed raw materials into the furnaces of the Second Industrial Revolution burning in the East. [...] The first nationwide strike ripped across the country’s railways in 1877, but in Seattle the unrest took on a grim character, as thousands of unemployed white workers rioted against their Chinese counterparts [...]. Meanwhile, [...] local elites rebuilt [...] downtown [...] from scratch, hosting the tallest building on the West Coast alongside other new constructs [fueled] with money gleaned from the supply chains linking eastern capital to Alaskan gold. [...] Today the city - again rebuilt [...] - is seen as one of the primary beneficiaries of the “Fifth” Industrial Revolution in information technology, outshone only by California’s Silicon Valley. [...] The digital was increasingly thought of as somehow "immaterial," sustained by intellectual labor more than physical toil [...].

Silicon Valley myths of [...] "immaterial" labor disguise a more gruesome dynamic in which growing segments of the global labor force are being deprived even of the basic brutality of the wage, instead forced out into growing rings of slums, prisons, and global wastelands. [...]

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Perched alongside a downtown business corridor [...], Seattle's Great Wheel seems to peer out over [...] [the] prophesied “cooperative commons,” an infotech metropolis abutting the beauty of an evergreen arcadia. But travel below Seattle’s cluster of infotech industries and the image appears much the same as that of a hundred years prior - a trade gateway, squeezing value from supply chains by selling transport and logistical support. The southern stretch of the metropolis bears little resemblance to the revitalized urban core of the city proper. Instead of the “cognitive labor” of Microsoft, it is defined instead by the cold calculation of companies like UPS, founded in Seattle when the city was one link in a colonial supply chain built first for timber, then Alaskan gold, then World War. [...]

In south Seattle, this logistics empire takes the form of faceless warehouses, food processing facilities, container trucks, rail yards, and industrial parks concentrated between two seaports, an international airport, three major interstates, and railroads traveling in all directions. Meanwhile, the poor have been priced out of the old inner city, moving southward [...]. [T]hey can be found staffing the airport and the rail yards, hauling cargo in and out of two the major seaports, loading boxes in warehouses [...]. And, beyond them, the shadow stretches out to Washington’s rural hinterlands where migrant laborers staff a new boom in agriculture and raw materials [...] - and further still into America’s long-depressed interior, where the Great Wheel meets its opposite: Memphis, the FedEx logistics city, watched over by a great black pyramid [the infamous Bass Pro Shop pyramid]. [...]

Every Seattle is capable of creating an eco-friendly, “cooperative commonwealth” tended by apps and algorithms only insofar as there is a Memphis that can provide human workers to sort the packages, a Shanghai to build the containers that carry them, and a Shenzhen to solder together the circuits of the machines that govern it all.

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All text above by: Phil A. Neel. "The Great Wheel". Brooklyn Rail. April 2015. Published online at: brooklynrail.org/2015/04/field-notes/the-great-wheel. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Presented here for commentary, teaching, personal use, criticism purposes.]

[mariacallous]

In recent years, commercial spyware has been deployed by more actors against a wider range of victims, but the prevailing narrative has still been that the malware is used in targeted attacks against an extremely small number of people. At the same time, though, it has been difficult to check devices for infection, leading individuals to navigate an ad hoc array of academic institutions and NGOs that have been on the front lines of developing forensic techniques to detect mobile spyware. On Tuesday, the mobile device security firm iVerify is publishing findings from a spyware detection feature it launched in May. Of 2,500 device scans that the company's customers elected to submit for inspection, seven revealed infections by the notorious NSO Group malware known as Pegasus.

The company’s Mobile Threat Hunting feature uses a combination of malware signature-based detection, heuristics, and machine learning to look for anomalies in iOS and Android device activity or telltale signs of spyware infection. For paying iVerify customers, the tool regularly checks devices for potential compromise. But the company also offers a free version of the feature for anyone who downloads the iVerify Basics app for $1. These users can walk through steps to generate and send a special diagnostic utility file to iVerify and receive analysis within hours. Free users can use the tool once a month. iVerify's infrastructure is built to be privacy-preserving, but to run the Mobile Threat Hunting feature, users must enter an email address so the company has a way to contact them if a scan turns up spyware—as it did in the seven recent Pegasus discoveries.

“The really fascinating thing is that the people who were targeted were not just journalists and activists, but business leaders, people running commercial enterprises, people in government positions,” says Rocky Cole, chief operating officer of iVerify and a former US National Security Agency analyst. “It looks a lot more like the targeting profile of your average piece of malware or your average APT group than it does the narrative that’s been out there that mercenary spyware is being abused to target activists. It is doing that, absolutely, but this cross section of society was surprising to find.”

Seven out of 2,500 scans may sound like a small group, especially in the somewhat self-selecting customer base of iVerify users, whether paying or free, who want to be monitoring their mobile device security at all, much less checking specifically for spyware. But the fact that the tool has already found a handful of infections at all speaks to how widely the use of spyware has proliferated around the world. Having an easy tool for diagnosing spyware compromises may well expand the picture of just how often such malware is being used.

“NSO Group sells its products exclusively to vetted US & Israel-allied intelligence and law enforcement agencies,” NSO Group spokesperson Gil Lainer told WIRED in a statement. "Our customers use these technologies daily.”

iVerify vice president of research Matthias Frielingsdorf will present the group's Pegasus findings at the Objective by the Sea security conference in Maui, Hawaii on Friday. He says that it took significant investment to develop the detection tool because mobile operating systems like Android, and particularly iOS, are more locked down than traditional desktop operating systems and don't allow monitoring software to have kernel access at the heart of the system. Cole says that the crucial insight was to use telemetry taken from as close to the kernel as possible to tune machine learning models for detection. Some spyware, like Pegasus, also has characteristic traits that make it easier to flag. In the seven detections, Mobile Threat Hunting caught Pegasus using diagnostic data, shutdown logs, and crash logs. But the challenge, Cole says, is in refining mobile monitoring tools to reduce false positives.

Developing the detection capability has already been invaluable, though. Cole says that it helped iVerify identify signs of compromise on the smartphone of Gurpatwant Singh Pannun, a lawyer and Sikh political activist who was the target of an alleged, foiled assassination attempt by an Indian government employee in New York City. The Mobile Threat Hunting feature also flagged suspected nation state activity on the mobile devices of two Harris-Walz campaign officials—a senior member of the campaign and an IT department member—during the presidential race.

“The age of assuming that iPhones and Android phones are safe out of the box is over,” Cole says. “The sorts of capabilities to know if your phone has spyware on it were not widespread. There were technical barriers and it was leaving a lot of people behind. Now you have the ability to know if your phone is infected with commercial spyware. And the rate is much higher than the prevailing narrative.”

[dreamcatchers-husband]

Celebration

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Gaheyon

Length: 2200+

Tags: creampie, quckie

A tiny follow up to my NNN fic. You can read it here if you haven't before. Happy 1 year smut writing anniversary to me.

What would be a cause for celebration? Getting a raise? Getting a new car? There are so many things that can fall under that category but your entire company was in the building for one main reason. The celebration of your successful partnership with apple.

The launch of the new iPhone, combined with your camera technology shot profit margins up 16%. Getting a cut of the sales, it was simple to say how much richer you just got. With that money, you instantly booked a fancy caterer as well as unlimited drinks for your employees.

Everyone was in as you told them to come and just have a good time. That brought you to the main conference room, plenty of workers were piled in the room as well as you and the girls. As a camera pointed at your face, your mouth opened as you began to give a small speech. 

“Ladies and gentlemen. I’m sorry to have brought you all here. I’m sure the offer of great food and unlimited food sounded horrible to you all.” 

A small chuckle left everyone’s mouth as you continued your speech. 

“As everyone knows, this partnership helped our company reach new heights as our profit margins reached new heights. With that success, Apple has decided to continue working with us in the long run. So In honor of that, everyone here will be getting a pay raise as a thank you for all your hard work.” 

Loud cheers could be heard all around after you said that. 

“All of this couldn't have been done without you all so drink, eat, and enjoy yourselves. Cars will be available to drive you home should you require one. Have fun.” 

With that said, the camera turned off and everyone clapped toward you. Once the clapping stopped, you found yourself surrounded by the girls. Dami immediately intertwined her hand with your own and kissed your cheek. 

“Congratulations Kangdae. I think I speak for all of the girls here that we are proud of you.” 

“No. I should be the one who is proud of all of you. If it wasn’t for Jiu, this deal wouldn't have happened. All the hard work you all put into it made this happen. I was just along for the ride.”

Jiu patted you on the back and rested her head on your shoulder. 

“Ok ok. Enough of saying who did what. If we continued, we would get nowhere so let’s all agree everyone worked hard ok?” 

With a nod, each of the girls picked up a glass of champagne and raised it. Following their example, you did the same. 

“To Go Tech.” 

“TO GO TECH!”

As you all downed the glasses of alcohol, Yoohyeon looked at all of you and smiled. 

“As good as that champagne was. I think we need something a little stronger. How about a nice scotch?” 

You already knew what Yoohyeon was asking for. A Certain bottle that had been in your office for a couple of years now, untouched.

“Yooh. I have been saving that bottle for a special occasion.” 

Handong rolled her eyes at you and then spoke. 

“I think this qualifies as a special occasion. We won’t finish it right now. Just let us all enjoy a glass.”

“Ok, what am I missing here? What bottle?” 

Siyeon, always the last one to pick up on things, looked at all of you confused. Sua chuckled and gave Siyeon a small smack on the head. 

“Kangdae has a bottle of 1928 Macallan. The anniversary malt just sitting in his office. You haven’t noticed it?” 

“No! Isn’t that a $300,000 bottle of whiskey?” 

“Yes, it is. Look, fine I will go grab it but please don’t finish it. I’ll be right back.” 

Leaving the conference room, you found yourself at the elevator scanning your key card to give you priority. As the elevator dinged, a small figure stood next to you and took hold of your hand. The petite hand that held your own was Gahyeon so you just walked into the metal machine and ordered the button to the top floor.

“They told me to keep you company since some people came to talk to them but no funny business.” 

“Of course. They want to try one of the most expensive bottles of scotch in the world.” 

A small frown was on the girl’s face as she looked up at you. That face of hers was always a weakness of yours so you ducked down a bit and gave the girl a small kiss on the lips. At that moment, the ding from the elevator returned as you reached the top floor. 

Walking out into the hallway, your legs brought you towards your office until you were face to face with the door. Pushing the wooden entry to the room, you made your way to the right wall and found your liquor bottles lined up. As your hand reached out for the brown bottle, your body was suddenly pushed. The sudden jerk on your body caused you to fall on the couch, looking up. 

A toothy smile filled your friend's face as she walked closer and closer to you. 

“Gahyeon. No funny business, remember?” 

“Yeah. This isn’t funny business. What’s so funny about me sitting on your lap?” 

Gahyeon did exactly that and sat down on your lap. The Chanel straps on her shoulders hit your eyes as they went farther down. Gahyeon had a gray skirt on, but in this position, it was very pushed up. Your eyes immediately noticed the uncovered fold on her lower half. 

Your mouth began to water as the young woman raised your eyes back up to hers. 

“Hey, Mister. No funny business remember?”

Gahyeon’s mocking tone was enough to anger you as you flipped your positions. Laying Gahyeon down on the couch, your hands pulled down on her skirt and exposed her lower half. Gahyeon didn’t even hesitate as she took off her blouse and bra. 

Gahyeon was no stranger to sex in your office, so the speed she took off her clothes was faster than what seemed humanly possible. Wrapping your arms around her thighs, you immediately dig into one of your favorite meals. Your tongue repeatedly flicked on her folds as the woman let out small moans. 

Bringing your hands to her folds, you opened her pussy and found the small nub which you knew would help you achieve what you want quickly. With each flick of your tongue on her clit, the more Gahyeon began to jolt around. Wanting to stimulate her more, you pushed one of your fingers into the woman's snatch. 

Just one finger was already a bit of a struggle but when you introduced another finger, Gahyeon’s yells got louder. The combined efforts of your fingers and tongue brought your friend closer and closer to her peak. A sudden squeeze was felt around your head as the girl wrapped her thighs around it. 

With each jump from her body, the faster you moved your appendages. Finally reaching her peak, Gahyeon yelled and squeezed your head as hard as she could with her thick thighs. A rush of fluids hit your tongue as you were quick to drink as much as you could.

Coming down from her high, Gahyeon loosened her grip on your head and panted for air. Cleaning your face of the remaining fluids, your hands took off your suit and other articles of clothing. Your cock twitched looking at the nude body of Gahyeon. When her eyes began to open once more, a smile filled her face as she saw your rod. 

Without hesitation, Gahyeon got up and kneeled as you sat back down on the couch. Getting closer to your rod, Gahyeon wrapped her delicate hands around cock and stroked it. Her eyes seemed hypnotized as she continued to move her hand up and down. 

“This cock of yours. I get amazed every time I see it. So what do you want me to do? Perhaps Kiss it?” 

Gahyeon did exactly that and gave the tip of your rod a small kiss. The girl was normally the first to jump on doing anything with your dick, but this was the first time she was teasing you. 

“No sweetie. You know what I want.” 

“And what would that be? Maybe my tits wrapped around them?” 

Bringing her chest up, her soft breast wrapped around your cock as the young woman began to move your length up and down between them. The soft skin from her boobs felt great as the girl just looked into your eyes. That dangerous smirk returned as she continued to play with you. 

You finally got angry enough that you took Gahyeon’s face in your hands and glared at her. 

“Suck my fucking cock you little whore. Get it ready for your pussy.” 

“Yes sir.” 

In an instant, the young woman put her lips on the tip of your cock and plunged her throat down on it. At first, the bops from her head are small ones until she gives you another smirk. Putting her hands on your legs, Gahyeon brought your entire length down on your rod. A bulge could almost be seen in Gahyeon’s throat as she swallowed your cock. 

Gahyeon’s sucks began to speed up as you put your hand on top of her head. As you continued to guide her mouth down your length, Gahyeon suddenly stopped and pulled her lips off your cock. A grunt left your mouth as you gave Gahyeon an angry stare. 

“Daddy. You said to get it wet so you can fuck my pussy. I think it’s wet enough. Besides, you know you love my pussy more.” 

Gahyeon jumped back on top of your lap and lined her pussy up with your cock. A sudden plunge brought back into the familiar feeling of her snatch. Raising her hips, the young woman began to jump on your length. Putting your hands on her hips, you began to help her movements as she continued to fuck herself into your cock. 

“Fuck, daddy. I love your cock. No one else can fuck me like you.” 

A possessive nature took over as you grabbed Gahyeon’s face and made her look into your eyes.

“What do you mean no one else? Who have you been fucking beside me?”

“N-No one daddy. Just you.” 

“It sure sounds like you have been. I better not ever see you fucking another guy. You got that you fucking brat?” 

Putting your hand on her neck, the young woman began to look at you nervously as the hold on her neck tightened. Gahyeon’s pussy at that moment began to tighten around your cock as you continued to shove your length into her tunnel. Your speed increased as Gahyeon's eyes began to roll back. 

You let go of the grip a bit but Gahyeon pulled you closer and tightened the grip on your hand once more. Seeing she liked it, you did your best to choke her as safely as you can while the girl bounced. 

“I’M CUMMING.”

It was sudden but a rush of fluids shot from the girl's pussy as she began to jolt around like earlier. Gahyeon stopped bouncing as she laid her head on your chest. You knew that people were waiting for you so you decided to continue fucking her after a few seconds. 

“W-Wait daddy. I j-just came.” 

“Well, I didn’t you little whore.” 

Throwing Gahyeon back on the couch m. You brought her ass up and shoved your length back into her tunnel. With your hands, you pulled her upper body and put both of your hands on her breasts. Giving her nipples a few small pinches, you pistoned repeatedly into her snatch as the girl yelled. It’s a bit embarrassing as you can already feel your cock twitching but with all the strength you had left, you fucked her pussy as her hands moved all around. 

“I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”

Gahyeon gave you a slap to the face by accident but it somehow served as a catalyst for your peak to arrive. As your load shot deep into Gahyeon’s pussy, the young woman suddenly stopped moving as her pussy contracted around your rod. Gahyeon was milking you dry, and you were sure to give her all you had in your balls.

The strength in your body seemed to leave as you both lay down on top of the couch. As you both panted for air, the door to your office opened and the rest of the girls walked in on this scene. 

“You two really couldn’t wait?”

The judging tone from Dami made you look down in embarrassment as your girlfriend walked closer to the two of you. Staring the two of you up and down, Dami threw your clothes at the two of you and laughed. 

“It’s my day. Gahyeon you lost your day now and I get the rest of today. You better be ready, Kangdae. I’m going to make you so empty that you might cry.” 

All of the girls giggled at what she said to you as Gahyeon began to put her clothes back on. She rolled her eyes but nodded her head in agreement with what Dami said. 

You haven’t seen Dami give you a smirk like Gahyeon before. Should you be worried?

Guess only time will tell how you feel in the morning.

a/n- Thank you for reading. Thank you to anyone who enjoyed any of my works over this year. To be honest i have been debating if i should retire from smut writing and im still not sure but if i continue my work will just come out very slow. Thank you again.

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[ Red In My Ledger ]

Pairings: Iron Man! Gojo Satoru x Black Widow! Reader

Summary: You could never truly forget your past, nor the blood that tainted your skin, but maybe you could learn to live in the present and look towards the future. Maybe you could if he stayed right beside you through it all.

The Avengers Tower was eerily quiet. The usual hum of activity that filled the corridors was replaced with a heavy silence as the team assembled in the war room. The threat that had brought them here was familiar to one person in particular—you—the Black Widow. You stood by the table, arms crossed tightly over your chest, as the rest of the Avengers discussed their next move.

In front of them were the holographic schematics of a highly secured building, its underground chambers filled with secrets—secrets from the past, and some that were better left buried. The remnants of the Red Room program had resurfaced. It wasn’t just a small, isolated group—it was global, with new recruits, experiments, and far more dangerous technology than before.

But for you, it wasn’t just another mission. It was your past, your deepest fear. The Red Room was where they had turned you into a weapon, a killing machine. The place that stole not only your childhood, but your ability to ever feel truly free again. The same place that stole your humanity, and now, they were back.

Beside you, Satoru, the Jujutsu Sorcerer who was far more than just an ally, tapped his fingers against the table. The sleek, white and black armor of his modern Iron Man suit reflected the dim light from above. His usual confident, carefree demeanor was gone. In its place, a quiet intensity you rarely saw. He knew what this meant for you. They all did.

“We can’t let them continue this. We need to finish this once and for all” he stated.

You didn’t speak at first, your gaze flicking from the holographic map to the faces of the other Avengers. They were all willing to fight. But only you knew what this really meant—what it would do to you to face this, to revisit the ghosts of your past. The fear of what they might find. The fear of what you might have to relive.

“I’m in. Let’s finish it”

Your voice was steady, but the words tasted bitter, like metal on your tongue.

Hours passed as the team geared up for the mission. Satoru worked tirelessly in the lab, fine-tuning his suit’s cursed energy filters to counteract any new enhancements the Red Room had created. He occasionally shot glances in your direction, but you kept herself busy, methodically checking your gear. You were preparing yourself for the fight ahead, but you were also preparing for something far more difficult—the emotional battle you would face when they entered the Red Room’s facility.

They had learned that the Red Room had merged with some darker jujutsu practices. Their experiments were more than just genetic manipulation—they were blending curses with human enhancement, creating twisted soldiers. Satoru had encountered similar experiments in his past, but even he didn’t know what to expect from these new creations.

“You’re quiet tonight”, his voice was casual, but his eyes betrayed the concern he felt. He glanced at you over the workbench, trying to gauge your mood.

You didn’t respond immediately. You were inspecting your guns, running your fingers over the cold metal as if the sensation could ground you. The sound of your fingers tracing the edges filled the space between them.

“You know I can’t let you do this alone, right? Whatever’s inside that place, I’m with you. You’re not facing it by yourself”

Your fingers stopped, the slight clink of the gun's mechanism now louder than ever in the silence.

“I don’t need anyone to fight for me. I can handle this” your words were clipped, defensive.

But they were a lie. You didn’t need someone to fight for you—but you needed someone to understand. To see you as more than just the weapon you had been trained to be.

Satoru didn’t push you further. He understood. You had never been one to ask for help. You had learned long ago that to rely on others was dangerous. That’s what they taught you in the Red Room: trust no one, not even yourself.

Instead, Satoru walked over to you, standing just behind you. His fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder, a quiet gesture that was more for his reassurance than yours.

“You don’t have to say it. I already know”, his voice was warm, the softest you had heard it in a long while, “We don’t have to talk about it. But when this is over… when we’re done with all of this… I’ll be here. For whatever comes next”

You didn’t respond. You weren’t sure if you could let him in, if you were ready to show him how deeply broken you still were. How much of you was still locked inside that cold room, buried in blood and shame.

The operation was swift. They infiltrated the building, using stealth and precision. But the deeper they went into the Red Room’s facility, the more dangerous the situation became. The soldiers they encountered weren’t normal. They had been enhanced with cursed energy—monsters that fought with vicious, uncontrollable power. The deeper they went, the more the place began to feel like a labyrinth of nightmares.

“We need to get to the core of this place, quickly. The longer we stay here, the harder it’s going to be to get out” Satoru said, his voice echoing through the comms, focused as always, but his attention kept drifting back to you.

You were moving with a precision that only someone with your training could manage, but Satoru could see the cracks. Your eyes weren’t just watching the enemies—they were scanning the walls, the hallways, the shadows. They were looking for something else. Something more terrifying.

You knew this building. You knew the traps, the layouts, the hallways. They had been your prison for too long. The stench of it still clung to you, no matter how many years had passed. It made your skin crawl, made you feel like you were still the broken girl they had molded you into. A weapon. Nothing more. The mission was clear, but the emotional weight of it was unbearable.

As they reached the heart of the facility, they found themselves facing the Red Room’s last remaining operatives—monstrous soldiers enhanced with both cursed energy and the Black Widow’s own training. Your eyes narrowed. This was the final test. Not just for your body, but for your mind.

The battle erupted in a fury.

Satoru was everywhere at once, his cursed energy flowing through the air, creating barriers, manipulating space. He took down enemies with ease, but his eyes never strayed far from you. He watched every movement you made, his instincts as sharp as ever, but there was a worry in his expression that wasn’t typical for him.

You were unstoppable. You were fluid, a killing machine honed by years of torment. But even as you fought, there was something raw in you—the fear, the trauma. Every punch, every kick, was a reminder of what you had endured.

A soldier lunged at you, a blur of cursed energy and desperation, and for the briefest moment, your mind flashed back to the Red Room—the blood, the chains, the pain.

You are nothing. You are just a weapon.

But this time, when the soldier’s hand reached for your throat, you didn’t freeze. You didn’t flinch. Your body moved like instinct, fluid and unstoppable, and you broke the soldier’s neck with a swift motion.

But it was the aftermath that hit you. The weight of the body crumpling at your feet, the taste of blood in your mouth, and the sudden, overwhelming pressure in your chest.

Satoru reacted swiftly, “Hey, hey, you okay?”

His voice cut through the fog in your mind, but you couldn’t answer. You couldn’t speak. The walls of the Red Room were closing in again.

You were nothing but a weapon.

But Satoru was there, right by your side, his presence grounding you like an anchor. He knew you better than anyone, and even though you couldn’t admit it, he understood the ghosts you carried.

He caught your wrist gently, pulling you back as the battle raged around them.

“You’re not that person anymore. You’re not a weapon. I’ll never let you be that again”

His words were more than just reassurance—they were a lifeline. A promise.

And for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe it.

The battle was over. The Red Room was dismantled. Or at least the majority of it, after all they were a pest ever growing in the shadows. But for now it was over.

For you, though, the real fight had just begun. As the Avengers cleaned up, dismantling the remains of the Red Room’s operations, Satoru stayed close to you.

You both were alone now, walking down the dark corridor of the destroyed facility. The quiet was oppressive, and you felt the weight of the years you had spent running from yourself catch up to you. You hadn’t said a word since the battle ended.

Satoru stopped walking, turning to face you. There was no one else around now—no mission, no enemies, no distractions. Just the two of you, standing in the ruins of what had once been your prison.

“I know it’s not over for you. This doesn’t magically fix everything”, his voice was low, almost gentle.

There was no pressure, no urgency. Just a quiet understanding.

“I don’t know how to move past this. How to be… normal. How to feel anything other than pain”

“You don’t have to do it alone. You don’t have to fix everything in one night” he reminded you, “But I’ll be here. Whenever you need me. And when you’re ready, I’ll help you carry it”

Your heart thundered in your chest. The walls around you—those walls you had built for years—felt like they were crumbling. But for the first time in so long, you didn’t feel scared. You didn’t feel like a weapon.

You were just… yourself.

“Thank you”, your voice was quiet, the weight of your gratitude heavy.

Satoru didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He simply reached out, placing a hand gently on you shoulder.

And for the first time, you didn’t pull away.

[qyxzun]

𝟒 ┆𝕳𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃.

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆. 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄; it was complicated yet easy at the same time. He remembered how his efforts were recognized when he was accepted into Brooklyn Visions Academy, the same private boarding school his parents had always wished for their gifted son to attend. Though it also meant changing schools and trying to fit in, Miles knew it was for the best.

His luggage was packed, and his headphones hung on his shoulders while he wore BVA's clean uniform. It was a busy day for his family, with his mom having another morning shift at the hospital while his dad was still training as a cop. Even though he was almost running late, Miles could remember how Jefferson drove him to school just like when he was still a kid.

His first days weren't easy knowing he was separated from his family or friends, with only students and teachers around. Miles struggled to meet new people since he was considered a new student coming from a public school. It felt like his peers were looking down on him despite his excellent talent for getting into a boarding school such as BVA, even months after the entrance exam. What weighed him down more was the fact he was forbidden to see his close ones after he started to share a dorm with the only person he knew in the entire school, Ganke. He never doubted he'd be a loner for the rest of his school year but seeing how the others blended in with their other friends made him feel like he was falling behind them...

A few weeks later, a private technological campus that sponsored BVA's academic decathlon and funded its' studies began scouting out internships for only a tiny number of gifted kids. It was rare to receive such a choice yet surprisingly, one of the people who were handed out an internship was Miles himself. He was puzzled, wondering if it was false information until his professor confirmed it wasn't. He didn't seem so excited since he always thought Physics was an easy subject but he still accepted the internship.

He remembered the first moments of the tour around the Alchemax. While passing by numerous laboratories, a figure with H/C hair caught his attention in one of them. She had a lab coat that matched his and the scientists working in the research company, distinct E/C eyes that Miles couldn't even remember staring at for so long. He saw her once in a lab surrounded by various testing devices and machines yet all he could do was watch and follow his guide around the Alchemax. His feet seemed to be moving on their own after he ignored his tour guide and stepped inside your lab.

You were paying attention to the small test subject in front of you with an earbud blasting your favourite music into your ear until you flinched when someone touched your shoulder. You almost dropped the needle you were holding if it weren't for the person catching it swiftly. You turned around and saw him holding the syringe out for you.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.." He said before gently placing the sharp tool on your desk with care. He had black braids and glasses that he tucked into his lab coat. He cleared his throat, a little nervous.

"It's okay," you responded with a half-smile. He noticed how your pretty eyes trailed down underneath his lab coat before you noticed Brooklyn Visions Academy's logo on his uniform.

"Oh cool, you're a BVA student too?" You asked to which he seemed to nod eagerly.

"Yeah.. was offered an internship so I figured why not join?" Miles responded before you hummed. He couldn't help but also notice the slight height difference between the two of you. Maybe if you jumped a little you would've matched his height but here you were, with your E/C orbs just looking up to his brown ones.

"Oh that's cool, you must be really smart at science.." you complimented while he nodded and shortly hummed out a 'thank you'. He was about to ask how you a question until his guide suddenly appeared, tapping her finger on your semi-transparent glass walls. You both looked at her at the same time before she recognized you and flashed you a smile.

"I see our new recruit is making friends already!" Dr. Olivia spoke as she entered the room and patted Miles' shoulder. She lifted her glasses to her voluminous hair before she continued. "How's Miles like Y/N?" She eagerly asked, looking down at you. Y/N, it was a nice name, Miles could admit.

"Oh— we just met, Doc.." you responded before the scientist hummed and nodded.

"I'm sure the two of you would get along fineeee. Besides, the two of you go to BVA," Olivia reassured and smiled. After that, she turned her focus back to him and let go of his shoulder.

"Alright Morales, time to continue the tour," She said before walking out of your lab, expecting the teen to follow her.

Miles' expression seemed to dim yet after looking back at you, his mouth turned to a smirk. "See you around Y/N?" He suggested, your name slipping out his lips felt new and sweet. He saw how your natural smile beamed before you spoke.

"Yeah, good luck with Liv Miles," you responded, leaning your head against your palm on the desk.

If it weren't for Olivia calling him again, Miles would've forgotten and stayed beside you. He left with his hands in his pockets before closing your lab door gently. Y/N, what a pretty name.

After a few days into the internship, you and Miles began working together on the new project called the Super Collider with Dr. Olivia and a few other scientists. The other interned students from BVA unfortunately had to quit after the company chose their new assistants for the project which was to both of your surprises, you and Miles.

Miles could admit that he was chosen through luck and effort. But you? He was beyond impressed by your work. Before the selection, he watched and learned how efficient and quick you were at any task handed to you. It was no surprise that you were Dr. Olivia's first choice as her assistant. You could balance both your internship and your studies for BVA so impressively, that even Miles started to depend on you whenever he had exams. It helped your friendship blossom beautifully when you tutored him, but Miles knew it could grow into something more special.

After his internship, Miles would often visit his Uncle Aaron whenever he had free time to catch up. Their conversations were mostly about sports or common interests yet after meeting you, his uncle could notice how his eyes would light up or how he would be more passionate whenever his new friend (crush) named Y/N was brought up.

Aaron once teased Miles about his new love interest yet all his nephew could do was try to hide the truth with a flustered blush on his face.

"Stop playin' man, it's nothing like that. She's a friend," Miles would say before his attention turned back to his phone for the fiftieth time, checking if you had finally reacted to the message he sent you ten minutes ago. He was well aware you were still working at the Alchemax but he couldn't contain his impatience to see your reaction. He chuckled and gave Miles a playful punch on the shoulder.

"You a simp now Miles?" Uncle Aaron teased again while Miles looked away. It honestly didn't take long for him to know he was crushing on you hard since he always talked about you during his visits. But hearing him brag about you started to tire him.

So being the wingman he was once to his brother Jeff for Rio Morales, he decided to do the same to his nephew.

"A'ight, a'ight.. here's how you talk to her," Aaron says as he catches his nephew's attention, his brown eyes looking back to his in curiosity.

"You go up to that girl, hand on shoulder.." He demonstrated as he placed his palm on Miles' shoulder before looking back at him, his voice lowered while he held a neutral smirk and a nonchalant gaze. "Hey,"

Miles couldn't even hold his laughter in after he saw his uncle. "You serious wit' me Uncle Aaron?" Miles chuckled before it was Aaron's turn to laugh. " 'm tellin' you man, it's science!" he grinned.

Miles playfully rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to his phone after talking to his uncle. He tried to hide his excitement but a wide grin spread across his face, almost making him look like an idiot. You finally responded.

"Mami, your fingers're so soft.. but damn you're gripping my hair too hard.." Miles chuckled, his head between your thighs while his hefty palms gently caressed them slowly. You were sitting down on the edge of his bed wearing his jersey while he rested on the floor with your thighs on his shoulders comfortably. Your hands worked their magic on his hair as you were braiding it efficiently fast but a little painful.

"Says the one who wanted twisted locks but decided to switch up after I finished one half..." You pout before pulling on his curly hair and sectioning it with the thin comb Rio lent you. She was the one who taught you how to do Miles' hair whenever she was busy. It took some practice to do his hair but after a few weeks, Miles started relying and asking you to do his hair for him. Besides, being in the arms of his love always cheered him up.

You parted sections of his scalp with ease as you continued to braid his hair. He was on his phone, surprisingly quiet while he gently massaged your outer thigh with another hand. You didn't seem to mind but usually, he'd make some snarky joke that'll leave the two of you laughing in each other's arms.

Once you were done and placed the silky Byzantium-coloured durag over his head, you tilted his chin up to look up at you before kissing his cheek. "Done.!" You beamed in satisfaction before you cupped his face, grazing over his cheekbones as your eyes met his brown ones. Miles turned off his phone, staring into your eyes that were slightly covered by some strands of your hair.

It seemed silent for a bit until he smiled back at you and moved bits of your bangs apart gently to catch a look at your E/C eyes, the same pair he fell in love with when he first met you.

"I luv you so fuckin' much, y'know that ma?" Miles said, catching you off guard by his sudden affection. He held your hand in place on his cheek, keeping it still. "Todo mio bébé.." He whispered, his lips pressing a languid and sloppy kiss against your palm. You began to blush profusely while he laugh at your adorable reaction.

Seeing you so red and flustered was something he enjoyed so much about you. He gripped your hand tighter before you did the same. With a little nudge, Miles helped you plop down next to him on the bedroom floor while holding his hand up for support like how a gentleman would.

Being quiet was definitely out of character for the two of you but seeing your bashful blush turn to a gentle smile made him smirk more. He dropped your hand on his lap before he wrapped a hand around your waist, his palm shifting to your hip while his chin leaned against your soft hair he always loved to play with.

"I love you too Miles.." you mumbled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze as he smiled. Miles then kissed the middle of your forehead before his lips trailed down further. The lower he went, the more sloppy his kisses were. "Te amo más mi amor,"

Miles stood against the jagged, barbed edges of the rooftop next to his apartment while the cold wind bit through his thin black hood. His gaze was fixed on the mural he painstakingly spray-painted in memory of his dear deceased dad. Though it was painted with vibrant colours, the rain and atmosphere around Miles were nothing like the mural. The loss of his father made a hollowing hole in his heart that he impossibly couldn't fill.

His hood offered little to no protection from the torrential rain but it wasn't the rain that had left his face streaked with wetness. His tears were running down, if it was even possible he had any left to shed. Every bottle of spray paint beside the mural was a reminder of his efforts to make this portrait and the father he had lost. The pain of his absence affected him with each passing moment as the rain continued to trickle down on him.

Miles could only lay his head down as he tried to mask and soothe the painful anguish he was experiencing. It hurts, it hurts too much. His knuckles were turning white from how tight he was gripping the fabric inside his pockets. This deep sensation wasn't something he could bear at all, the grief and sorrow he was experiencing were clouding any thoughts of optimism he once had. Looking back at the mural hurt even more than getting stabbed, his eyes would feel like burning before he tried to suppress more tears from flowing yet he always ended up failing. He felt like a child, a hopeless one, someone with no worth. His father would most likely disagree, but his reassurance would be in vain now that he's somewhere else, far away from his family...

Without even knowing, Miles suddenly felt a gentle touch he could recognize despite his back facing the person. He turned around and saw you, your eyes red and tired while your hair was slightly messy under the hood from one of his jackets you borrowed again.

"Miles..." you whispered, your voice tinged with sorrow as you stepped before him, hoping to meet his eyes. He deliberately avoided your gaze, knowing damn well that facing you would only shatter his heart more. Seeing you so woeful and worried for his well-being made him feel at fault for your tears and his dad's decease. You wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault at all, and that he wasn't alone on this one but no words could even escape your mouth further. You were also affected by his dad's loss. He was someone who accepted you into their family as well as for dating his loveable son, and for that, you were forever grateful.

Jefferson had so many dreams he longed to see come true - the hopes of watching you and Miles proudly accept your diplomas, then someday walking you down the aisle as you exchanged vows with his son. And in his wildest, most cherished fantasies, he imagined growing old beside Rio, their hair gradually turning grey as they doted on their future grandchildren, their laughter and joy filling their home.

Knowing Jefferson would never be able to witness those shared milestones was a curse bestowed by Destiny itself.

You tried to cup Miles' face with benign but he looked further away, the guilt was eating him up painstakingly like torture. You widened your eyes at his defiance but nonetheless decided to back your hands away, respecting his privacy. What caught you off guard was when he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist in a grip so desperate and unyielding - nothing like the warm, gentle hugs he'd given you before. When you tried to pull away, his hold on you only tightened, as if the thought of letting you go would mean losing you forever, like death would come and steal you from him like it did to his dad. The mere idea of you slipping away was absolutely agonizing, if he couldn't bear his dad's death, how could he bear yours?

"Y/N.. prometeme algo.." Miles murmured with his voice muffled against your shoulder before you hummed in curiosity. He breathed in your smell on his jacket, finding it wonderfully addictive before his head pulled away to finally meet your gaze. Another tear slipped from your eye but he gently wiped it off with his calloused finger, your kissable cheeks shouldn't be stained with tears...

"You gotta promise you'll never leave me, a'ight.?" He whispered as he gently ran his fingers through your hair and held you close by the waist, not wanting to let go. He then placed a soothing kiss against your forehead and pulled you impossibly closer. He didn't know what came over him but he began kissing your smooth cheeks and lips tenderly, practically devouring you with his mouth. The more he kissed you, the more he seemed to crave it like he was obsessed with the feeling of your skin against his lips. He couldn't help it at all, something about you kept pulling him closer. No matter how hard he tried to continue where he left off, the addictive feeling would always be superior.

"I couldn't save my dad..." Miles mumbled, his tone slightly darkening.".. Pero si tú también te vas, moriría de mierda.. (But if you leave too, I'd fucking die.)" he declared before he slowly began leaving more kisses on your face. His fingers gripped your jaw and made you look up to kiss him back while he placed his hand on your back, pushing you towards him.

You were a bit baffled by his extreme words but kissed him back. Your lips were soft and slow as you expected him to go the same pace as you, yet he was getting desperate, even trying to use his tongue against yours. When you felt like pulling away, he would only grip tighter. It wasn't until you whimpered that he let you breathe. Out of breath and bothered by such an intense kiss, you started to realize how far he'd go to protect you from any dangers from now on.

With a reassuring gentle kiss that contradicted his obsessive passion, you nodded. "I promise Miles.."

You were unaware of the consequences that promise led you to until now.

"Just text 'em you're stayin' over wit' me again ma," Miles repeated the same sentence for almost the fifteenth time it started to annoy you. You were both in his room, with you on the floor folding your clothes and shoving them inside your bag while he looked down at you with his hands in his pockets and an unfazed expression on his face.

"Miles, I haven't seen my family for almost an entire week," You sighed before zipping your bag close. "I need to get home, Mom and Dad're already pissed off." You responded as you stood up from the floor. After making sure you didn't forget any of your belongings, you were about to open his door and leave until Miles grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

"You're leaving looking like that?" Miles scowled, eyeing your outfit. You looked confused as you were just wearing such simple clothing; a shirt, a pair of pants with little accessories and shoes. "Yeah?"

"Ma, you can't be fuckin' serious." he scoffed before an irritated look appeared on your face. You were about to pull your wrist away but his hand left to hold your hip. "You look like you wanna get laid outside," Miles commented as he pulled the shirt up to cover more of your shoulder yet it always ended up sliding down and revealing your collarbone he was just kissing hours ago. Funny his attitude changed for the worse.

"This shirt's ass, change." He ordered with a nonchalant tone. On the other hand, you were baffled.

"Miles- it's not even revealing," You responded, insulted by his words. "What, do you think other guys will hit on me again?" You scoffed as you crossed your arms and looked away.

"Y'know damn well it's not about that," He hissed. Miles then turned to face you, making sure you'd look right back at him with no distractions. "There're fucking rapists and criminals in this city but you're too goddamn blind to notice that, do you? Always flaunting your ass around like a ho," He scowled before you widened your eyes. You felt an ache in your heart as your exasperated glare turned to a self-conscious narrowed stare. But you knew better than to look weak in front of him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" You gave him a dirty look. "Ever since Uncle Jeff died, you've been acting so goddamn manipulative! You control what I do every single fucking time that you can't even let me go back home!" You exclaimed until his annoyed expression turned to one of indignation.

"Oh, so you're fucking bringing up my dad now huh? How petty can you damn be Y/N?!" Miles shouted before he grabbed your wrist and painfully tugged on it after you opened the door to leave again. He slammed the door shut so loud that Rio, who was in the living room resting after a long shift of work, wondered what the hell was happening.

"I'm telling you to change because I fucking care if you're in danger, but you're bitchin' about how I'm manipulative?!!" He shoved you away from the door, almost making you tumble while he towered over you, a look of disdain present on his face. "If you actually loved me, you would be listening 'cuz I know what's best for you. You just don't fucking see it."  His words left you with an aching heart that grew worse.

"I do—! How can't you see that..?!" You asked but cut yourself off as your words began to collapse. "I try my best to comfort you, stay by your side and give you all of my attention even when you're at your lowest when Uncle Jeff died, but I'm suddenly the wrong one 'cause I just want to see my family again.?! What type of sick shit are you smoking Miles?!" You yelled, tears started to build up in your eyes but you tried to hide them by wiping the streaks excessively.

Miles' expression remained the same; detached and irritated. Your sobs caused little to no guilt for him as they fell upon deaf ears. In fact, the only thing that changed was how his glare intensified while he looked at you like you were spitting nonsense. You clearly didn't understand anything at all. You didn't know how dangerous the world was and how he was clearly right. Your words only fueled his anger like gasoline.. but the streaks of tears on your face, vividly reminded him of his past that he never dwelled on until now. Your stupid tears, so sensitive and fucking annoying.

"Stop calling him Uncle Jeff, he's dead Y/N." Miles asserted before he sighed in annoyance while he held his temple. "You of all people should know how I felt when he died but judging by your words, you fucking don't." He glared before you looked back at him, your expression full of confusion and worry.

"Y'know.. arguing wit' you is always so fucking stupid that I start to wonder, how can I dumbass like you ever made it to the Alchemax.." He belittled with a scowl on his face. You could feel more tears building up but he made no effort to show any remorse at all.

You watched him walk around his room to pick up the small objects you recognized as your gifts for him. He began tossing them in your direction while you hopelessly picked them up.

"Take your shitty ass gifts and leave. Don't come back." Miles hissed with contempt. You could only look back at him, your head slightly shaking like you were pleading him to stop but he only looked away, avoiding your teary expression that resembled an abused hopeless puppy.

With nothing else to say, you left his room with your stuff, sobbing as you left. You avoided Rio's worried look on you from the living room before you quietly closed their front door. The walls were normally soundproof but after your argument with Miles, she started to doubt that was the case. She could hear almost everything but decided not to butt in. It wasn't any of her business to be a referee between your relationship but she cared deeply for you despite the fact she was only your mother-in-law.

After you left, Rio slowly got up from the couch and walked towards Miles' bedroom. The door was slightly open and she could hear quiet sobs inside. Anxious, she entered to check up on her crying son. He was sitting on his bed while a shaky sigh escaped his lips, trying to conceal his runny tears from his mom. When he knew he couldn't, Miles covered his tears with his palm, his eyes red from crying like yours. "Joder, la cagué... (Fuck, I screwed up..)"

Rio approached him before she sat down beside him on his bed. She looked around his messy room filled with the gifts she recognized from you. Each present was a symbol of the love you gave for Miles but he carelessly threw them away. Her attention turned back to him when he picked one up, specifically a camera with its' lens shattered from the fall. Fortunately, it could still turn on.

Miles went through the photos captured by the camera, they were mostly you and him hugging, sharing precious moments like your first Valentine's Day with him, or even his birthday. Each photo showed complete love and affection, unlike today. He gripped the camera tighter, trying to suppress more tears from flowing but how could he when he lost the only person who cared for him, from a petty argument over what she was wearing?

"Miles.." Rio caressed his shoulder, calming his sobs down. "Sé que podrías estar enojado... (I know you might be angry), but fighting Y/N because of your frustrations isn't good.." She spoke while she had a worried look on her face. His head was still facing down but she knew he was listening. "You only have me, her, and your Uncle Aaron.. don't push her away," She said before cupping his cheek and pinching it with her hand as a way to cheer him up. He sniffled but allowed it to happen, making Rio softly chuckle.

" 'm sorry you had to get involved mama.." Miles apologized quietly, covering his eyes with his hand shamefully. Rio's small moment of laughter soon died down.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to Miles," she admitted, slowly taking her hand off his shoulder.

"Si acaso, ella merece más tu disculpa que yo.. (If anything, she deserves your apology more than I do..)" The curly-haired woman responded. It was only a few moments before Miles looked back at her, she could read from his guilty expression how she was right. "Make it up to her Miles.." Rio mumbled before she left his room, leaving him alone to ponder and self-reflect.

Thinking back to what you said, you weren't completely wrong. Miles started to admit he actually was manipulative, he was just so blinded by possessiveness and the danger in the city that it wasn't until the end of the argument that he finally opened his eyes and realized he was controlling you. His hand travelled to his chest, gripping it tightly when he felt a painful ache after he put your feelings into thought. He couldn't even imagine how hurt you must've been after his behaviour. He knew you strived for a healthy relationship but just now, he realizes it was deteriorating.. all because of him.

Miles' attention shifted back to the camera, pressing the buttons as he scrolled through its gallery. His breath hitched when he saw his favourite photo of you together. To anybody, it wouldn't mean so much but it had a special place inside him. It was a semi-blurry picture with your arms around his shoulders while the back of his head was against your chest. You beamed beautifully with your smudged lipgloss on your lips while Miles had kiss marks all over his face. Every photo he scrolled past left him an empty void inside his heart that he couldn't fill. It just grew worse the more he looked. Even when he decided to put the camera down, his untidy room scattered with your presents just showed how much of a jackass he was.

Letting out a deep, exhausted sigh, he slowly and gently picked them up, handling them with the utmost care. His heart sank as he meticulously placed them back in their designated spots, his brows furrowed with concern, hoping he wouldn't accidentally jostle or harm them any further.

A week and three days ever since the argument. Miles had been counting. He gave you a few days to leave you alone, to finally spend time with your family while he made sure they were safe from any dangers from the city by killing any criminal who dared to harm them. His gauntlet's claws would pierce through their organs and freshly pluck them out like they were fruits. Ever since Jefferson's death, the crime rate was growing higher non-stop as no one would be even safe to go outside anymore. But Miles made sure you were safe and sound despite his ways of protecting you were questionable. He had lots of regrets in life but refusing to tell you he was the Prowler was one of them. He wished to tell you now but knew he had to respect your privacy.

Fuck.. he'd been neglecting you for so long that he forgot it was a necessary boundary.

After a few more days, Miles was expecting to find you after class in the Alchemax for the Super-Collider project again but when he entered your lab, you weren't there. It was strange. You'd usually be early.. were you still avoiding him? It was okay actually- perfectly acceptable but.. he felt like he hadn't seen you in ages... He looked back at his phone, checking if you called him back or responded to any of his messages.. or at least read them.

30 unread messages & 9 missed calls...

and counting..

Miles gripped his phone tighter, worry etching on his face behind his distorted Prowler mask as he stood on top of a skyscraper where he'd usually clear his thoughts. His stomach churned, something was definitely not right.

"N-No.. ma please.." Miles ran to your unconscious body despite his ankle being sprained after fighting his nemesis KingPin, the bastard who funded the Super-Collider Project. He fell beside you, placing your head on his lap for comfort while he moved any hair blocking your vision. Your eyes were barely open and you couldn't breathe properly. He didn't want to see you like this, not after the days you weren't together. He cupped your cheek, careful not to slice your once soft skin with his rough and sharp gauntlet. It was like he was holding a beautiful sculpture that could break any moment if touched wrongfully.

After your sudden disappearance and lack of answers from his text messages and calls, Miles began searching for you as he thought for the worst. His suspicions were correct once he found you at KingPin's lair where he planned to use you like you were fodder for the Super-Collider, the same project you were so passionate about that backfired completely on you. Miles managed to save you just in time but after all the injuries your body suffered through, he could only hope you had enough willpower to survive.

"Y/N, Y/N.. baby listen to me.." Miles whispered, hastily taking off his gauntlet and holding your face gently. He tilted your head to meet his eyes that showed worry and guilt, unlike the arrogant expression you last saw him with.

"Miles.." you softly murmured, your voice barely audible. He held you closer, hugging you as he kept in thought to not suffocate you with hugs right now. You winced while he reassuringly kissed your forehead. "Shh.. shh.. baby, don't talk right now.. Keep your energy," Miles' voice came out as shutters. He looked at your tired expression to which he chuckled weakly, forgetting the situation in hand for a split second. "How could you be so fuckin' beautiful every time?"

He tried to light up the tension but he started to realize from your emotionless expression how you were barely alive. He carefully picked you up but soon fell back down thanks to his goddamn ankle. He felt your hand grip his shirt, catching his attention.

"I-I can't move..." You whispered but Miles quickly responded. "I'm not leaving you.." He quickly said but you only gripped on his shirt tighter. He couldn't even bear to look back at you, knowing your pained expression would kill him too. "Miles please..." You begged quietly as tears began to form in your eyes.

"My bones are shattered... I can't even b-breathe properly—" You tried to explain but your chest began to heave more, catching his attention. He was about to respond yet seeing your teary orbs left him quiet. "I-I'm sorry Miles.." You whispered before whimpering in pain when your chest burned inside. You tried rolling out of his grip but he ended up holding you tighter, not caring if he hurt you.

"You're not leaving me Y/N.." Miles mumbled as tears began to form in his eyes like yours. His teeth clenched in frustration. He held you even closer, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"Don't you remember our promise babe?" Miles whispered with his tone softer than before. He relished your warmth as a tear slid down his cheek. "You're gonna keep that fucking promise okay?" He spoke, his voice becoming shaky.

"I-I don't know.." you sighed. You didn't want to hide the truth from him now that your final moments were before you. Miles shook his head no, refusing to accept such an answer. His hands trembled in intense fear but he gripped you tighter. He's not going to let you die, you were supposed to die beside him peacefully decades later, not now.

"N-No, you don't mean that." He stuttered while he embraced you fully. More tears slipped out but your soft hand wiped them away. He cherished your warmth like it was a rare fire in a freezing winter while you looked back at him with a sorrowful look on your face.

"I'm— so sorry... I didn't listen to you at all.." you whimpered, wiping away more of his tears with your finger. "You were right.. this place is fucked up... I-I hope you can forgive me.." You mumbled before you hissed in pain when your injuries grew unbearable.

"S-Shh.. now's not the time for that okay Y/N.?" Miles shook his head before he kissed your forehead. "I-I'm gonna take you to the hospital- a-and the doctors'll heal you. Just please keep your eyes open f'me.. just do that a-and I'll forgive you, alright?" He smiled reassuringly but it was obvious that he only masked melancholy.

"J-Just promise me something Miles.." you whispered, your eyelids were slowly becoming heavy yet you still looked up at him now that you had his attention. "You'll keep living.. for me, for Aunty Rio and Uncle Aaron okay..?" You spoke before his eyes widened by your words.

"I love you.. so much Miles... please just promise me that.." You muttered while you gently caressed his cheeks, your movements were getting slower as seconds passed. Miles nodded in response, a shaky 'I promise' leaving his lips before you smiled once more.

Your eyes started to flutter close as your hand left his cheek to fall beside you. Miles began to panic. "N-No— no, no, no.. baby please..." He sobbed, trying to wake you up as he just assumed you were tired. But once he checked your pulse, he realized one of his dreadful nightmares had come to life.

No matter how many times Miles would try to rewrite your faith, it would always end up the same. Your death in his arms, his dad's passing... yet those were only a few of his canon events, the cruel events he was destined to go through alone. They were all equally awful but your decease drove him to his breaking point. It was like life was entirely worthless with no colour or joy without you. His heart would never be the same as your death left a wound that will never heal. It made him realize how cruel life was.

He'd never be able to find someone to replace you, he'd never be able to share wonderful moments with you that covered his eyes from this fucked up world, he'd never feel your warm and soft touch he loved so much. Without you, all was hopeless.

Every blade he came across created more lines on his wrists. He had gotten so used to it by now the pain became numb. His arms would bleed out pools of crimson that one time he almost reached his arteries and passed out, not until he had to patch himself up every time he was reminded of the promise you made.

If he broke it now or ever, it'd be like he was pissing over your grave. He'd swear he'd never cut again but a minute later, he'd be relapsing when he remembered your crying face. It was almost pure torture for Miles, both physically and emotionally.

"You didn't answer my question," Miles G. scowled at him, pressing the sharp gauntlet further into his cheek, making Miles grunt in pain. The spider-man's eye twitched, trying to move his head away but the more he moved, the more his counterpart pressed the blade-like claw further into his flesh.

"S-She's my friend! She's also a spider-woman.! From another dimension at least.." Miles admitted before he sighed in frustration, trying to get him to hear him out. "Listen, just let me go before things get worse. I have to save our dad... please," he pleaded, emphasizing the 'our' so he might have some pity for him yet Miles G. only glared at him like he was nothing but dirt.

"You walk in my home and pose around like you're sum imposter, why should I let go of you?" He asked.

"'Cause I'm literally you! Why can't you understand that.?!" Miles asked with impatience. He started getting desperate, he needed his counterpart to understand. "I'm spider-man alright? And there's other spider-men- or a bunch of me's! One of 'em was Miguel and he learned how to teleport or something- from different dimensions so that's how we all met each other.." he explained frantically before he continued.

"I was bit by a radioactive spider and that gave me powers to protect other people from my own world- but it wasn't supposed to bite me! It was supposed to bite someone else.. someone here." He explained in a frenzy before his twin's eyes widened.

"It was supposed to bite someone here?" Miles G. repeated while the spider-man slowly nodded. He watched how he pulled his gauntlet away from his bleeding cheek. Miles was confused as to why he suddenly retracted until he spoke. "You're the reason for this?"

"So someone could've saved them.. Y/N.. dad.." The prowler murmured under his breath, looking down at his palm while Miles' expression softened. Though his tone was low, he could hear him. He felt his heart ache a little when he realized how rough his counterpart's life had been when there was no spider-man to protect his city at all. What he thought was a sorrowful look turned out to be an angered one.

Miles' look of sympathy soon turned into confusion when he saw how his gauntlet turned a brighter colour as if it was charging up. He looked back at his twin, his glare sending shivers down his spine. "W-Wait wait wait, c'mon man-" he stuttered as the prowler had a death stare settled on him. With his arms still tied up against the punching bag, Miles tried to activate his venom strike but his actions seemed futile when he couldn't even feel the electric currents in his palms. He thought he was over with until his counterpart spoke again.

"You said you had to save Y/N," Miles G. said while Miles only looked back at him, perplexed.

"Yeah.." he muttered.

The prowler sucked the inside of his cheek as he was in deep thought. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.. the name kept repeating in his head non-stop. Just as he was about to slowly improve his health for you despite your passing, his other version had to show up and ruin his progress. His counterpart had no idea how painful your death meant to him but hearing how he was planning to save you felt like a repeat of the past. Miles G. couldn't even trust him fully yet he knew if he prevented him further, it might be too late for you. Not wanting to experience your death for the second time, the prowler did something unexpected.

With a swift cut by his gauntlet, Miles suddenly fell on his feet while the broken chains around him collapsed on the ground next to the punching bag. He sighed in relief when he could finally move his body without restraint before he looked back at his counterpart. "Don't get the wrong idea cabrón, I'm not lettin' you go 'cause I feel bad for you," He grunted while Miles just chuckled a little nervously.

"You're lucky my time's better spent on saving Y/N," Miles G. scoffed.

for the readers who don't know certain characters' names, they often get confused, so here's brief information for each of them. ___________________________

   - 🕸️ Olivia Octavius: the head scientist and CEO of Alchemax, working under KingPin. Her extraordinary project led to multiple deaths, including Y/N's. She is addressed as Liv to close friends.

𝕾𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄.

[brigoesrahhh]

"Main Attraction"

Jonathan Ohnn / The Spot x f!Reader.

Part one, Part two, Part three.

1.8k words.

Summary: While Jonathan showed you around the science lab, you were busy thinking about other things. One thing leads to another… and suddenly you're making out.

After walking around the lab for around an hour, you were starting to get a little tired. You didn't typically do this much walking at your sit-down office job, but it was nice to have a change of scenery.

A lot has changed for you recently. It was almost becoming a pattern with Jonathan.

Like the way he would stand closer to you when you strayed a little too far from him, adoring the sight of you fascinated by a model of his work. You were so interested and intrigued by the nerdy science shit he thought would bore you. But there you stood, staring at a diorama of the collider and trying to figure out which pieces represented what.

It was all so different.

After watching you take in the small model, he was curious to see your reaction to the real thing.

He walked you over to an open hallway, displaying the super-collider blocked off with a glass barrier.

“So this is the main attraction: Kingpin’s super-collider.” He sighs at the brief mention of his boss. “It’s pretty top secret, so I’m not allowed to tell you much, but essentially, you can bring stuff from other multiverses through it. It’s pretty crazy,” he chuckles in a bit of his own disbelief. “I just run experiments to see how the machine’s working and test out what it can do. Pretty cool, huh?” He looks over at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

So this is why he was so stressed. And rightfully so, because wow — you never would’ve guessed that this is what all of the plans at Alchemax were based on. Your lips were slightly parted, visibly showing your surprise at the capabilities of the new technology. He laughed softly as you tried to wrap your mind around it. While you were distracted, he slipped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

You happily obliged, leaning your head on his shoulder and staring over the high-security glass at the large, laser looking machine. You could feel him heat up a bit at the contact, and he now entertained himself by drawing patterns on your arm with his thumb.

You put your hands in your pocket and fiddled with the metal keycard under the fabric, while you tried to imagine what his life was like. You pictured what he looked like and how he acted when he was happy, stressed, or even sad. The image of him working endless nights, the image of him accidentally falling asleep in his chair holding a cold, half-empty cup of coffee.

He lightly squeezed your shoulder, bringing your attention back to him. You turn to look at him, and he's… content. Though maybe a little worried that he shared too much information with you, as your face becomes more strung and deep in thought.

While he thought you were thinking about the science, you were thinking about the scientist behind it. Now it was your turn to crush on him.

His face had a warm glow that you couldn't help but feel giddy about. You first noticed this aura of his when he first sat down at your table at the cafe just a few days ago. Then again, when he wandered into your office like a lost puppy, looking for its owner. He sought you out, time and time again. And now you have this keycard, leading straight to him—

"Y/n? Are you alright?" He worries, turning to face you more directly and get a better read on your expression.

You nod your head silently, trying to decide what to do.

He laughs a little nervously, worried that he confused you too much. "Im sorry, I know I'm just dumping a lot of stuff on you-"

You weren’t sure how he would react, but...

"Can I kiss you?" you ask quietly.

His jaw comically dropped, and his face went blank, turning bright pink.

"I uhm- Yes. Yes, please." He laughs sheepishly, turning his body to face you.

You smiled at him a little nervously, taking a deep breath before meeting his lips. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat out of his chest.

It was a short kiss, but the unbelievable look on Jonathan's face made you giggle. He pulled you closer to him, shyly wrapping his arm around yours and cuddling himself into your side. You took it that he wasn't used to these types of situations, so you removed your arm from his and pulled in his waist instead, which he seemed to appreciate.

You admired his flushed face as he looked out through the glass barrier at the massive collider. He seemed to drift away from the present, with a tiny smile never leaving his face.

After a few peaceful moments, he turned to you again, watching you smile at him. He giggled sheepishly, not realizing that you had been looking at him. He stared at you for a second before leaning into you again, pressing his lips against yours in a soft and gentle embrace.

You kissed back with a bit more fervor, wanting to show him the small extra bit of love that he was too scared to initiate. He accepted this quickly and matched your pace, running his tongue across yours briefly. It was a sweet moment, overcoming both of your minds and connecting you together. He searched for your hands and intertwined them with his, occasionally mumbling sweet compliments that you couldn't quite understand through his kisses.

"So pretty... mm... knew it when I first saw you... in the office..." he mumbles, breathing a little heavier and marking your face as his own as he planted small kisses all over your plush cheeks and lips. You blushed softly at his sweetness, and he took it as an opportunity to kiss you properly once more.

While he was busy decorating your face with kisses, he hadn't heard the soft click of the keycard reader being scanned, followed by an unlocked door. It was only when he heard footsteps that he froze, his head whipping around in the direction of the sounds.

"Shit," he murmured, throwing himself up on his feet and putting his hands on either side of your waist.

Your head tilted up to look at him, surprised at the urgency.

"John?" you questioned, standing up at his encouraging hands pulling you up next to him. "What's going on?"

The nickname warmed his heart, but he tried to stay focused as his heartbeat quickened at the interruption. "You're not supposed to be here... I uh- forged the keycard for you." He admitted, still pulling you by your waist around the lab, looking for a place to... hide you? "It's kinda forbidden for any workers to enter this lab…"

"What? Should I go now?" You ask, now processing the situation.

"No, no- shh..." He whispers, holding you close and scurrying away from the collider viewpoint, to behind a lab table. He crouched down, and you followed him, sitting together in the cramped hiding space.

He looked at you briefly, waving a hand for you to stay down. He peeked over the end of the table, watching as his coworker, Olivia Octavius turned the corner.

"What's happening?" You whisper to him, not being able to see her walk around the lab tables, briefly stopping to log into her computer. He held his hand over your mouth, looking into your eyes with a seriousness you'd never seen him show before. You immediately silenced when his eyes met yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat with the look in his eyes. His head quickly whipped around when he heard her hum a soft tune, and he figured that she was probably distracted enough now for you two to move to a safer place to hide.

"Follow me," he quietly instructed, grabbing your hand and slowly pulling you both up on your feet, giving you the signal to start slowly walking towards his new hiding spot.

The bathroom.

It would have to do for now, you suppose.

You followed him with sneaky steps, quietly moving towards the doors. Since he was a scientist, you figured Jonathan was good at making such calculated decisions, and so you trusted him that he had a plan.

He snuck around the corner he was eyeing, which was a direct path to the bathroom. The only problem? Octavius' computer was also in direct sight of the doorway.

Jonathan took a moment to figure out the best steps to take, mouthing his instructions to himself. You found this quirk of his quite cute, but let him continue to think without interrupting him.

"Alright, come." He whispered softly to you without turning around to face you. You followed him, quickly stepping over to the bathroom and walking into the dark room without turning on the lights to alert her.

As you entered the bathroom, you could hear Octavius typing away on her computer, oblivious to your presence in the lab. The darkness provided some cover, but you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with anxiety as you tiptoed your way into the bathroom.

You carefully closed the door behind you to minimize any noise. The faint glow from the hallway provided just enough visibility for you to avoid tripping on any tiles.

"Phew-" he exhaled with relief, taking the chance to catch his breath. The trip wasn't physically taxing, but he was so worried that he was going to be separated from you that he tired himself out.

"Who is she?" You ask curiously, tilting your head in question.

"Oh, that's the other scientist working on the collider, Olivia Octavius. She's a, uh… an interesting character." He states, laughing softly. He seemed somewhat fond of her, but didn't want to tap into it that much.

"Should I be worried about her?" You ask, your voice laced with an underlying concern.

"No, no, she's not that scary. I'd just rather not get caught sneaking someone around, you know?" He answers, a little embarrassed. You laugh softly at his awkward reaction, and pull him in by the waist. He becomes flustered at the gesture, and lands on top of you.

He blushes at the close contact, and you pull him in closer. He squirms under your secure hold, tightly pressing his chest against yours. You crash your lips onto his, finally giving him the kiss you had been waiting to continue.

"Mmph!-" He moans at the sudden contact of your lips, taking a few seconds to register what was happening before kissing back.

He let out a few more soft sounds as you made out, slowly unwinding and getting lost in your arms. As the intensity of the kiss grows, you can feel the tension and anticipation between you both. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in this passionate embrace.

After all, the main attraction hadn’t been the collider. It was Jonathan Ohnn.

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Terms & Conditions Apply - Chapter One

Summary: A "Fifty Shades of Grey" type of take on Oberyn Martell. After he buys tech firm Logistica for its assets, the wealthy, powerful and brilliant Oscar Martin takes interest in Cara Kavanaugh, the programmer whose code he wants to use. Although she feels physical attraction to to Oscar, his reputation for being a playboy, a womanizer, and a bit of a snake prevent her from forming any attachment to her new boss. Despite his flirtations, she resists him for months until one night the tension and chemistry between them boils over and the two find themselves unable to keep their hands off each other. Trying not to fall for him, Cara discovers Oscar has more dark things looming in his past, including a dangerous rivalry with fellow tech magnate, Tyson LaGrieve; a wife that died under strange circumstances, and other secrets Cara can't imagine.

Notes: This reimagines Oberyn in a realworld setting, as a powerful tech mogul. When I started writing this, I wanted to explore the dom/sub and BDSM aspects of 50 shades but I chickened out, so it's really just a spicy romance with very light dom/sub under tones. The FMC is autistic coded.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x OFMC

Warnings: Extreme dipictions of violence, sex and sexual activities, alcohol use, and discussions of violence, sexual violence, murder, etc. Please read responsibly.

Chapter One: The Prince and The Programmer

Oscar Martin .  The world knew the name.  He was synonymous with innovation and technology, but he was just as synonymous with words like affair and scandal. And he was standing less than 20 feet from me.   I watched as he moved through the office.  His company, MarTech, had just purchased the company I worked for, Logistica. The news had broken a few days before, but now it was official. Logistica was a small analytics and algorithm development firm that had some piece of tech or information he wanted.  That was how he did business; he wanted something, he bought it.  The tech and financial papers called him the Prince of Tech , due to his youth and good looks, but he had a reputation for being a viper in the boardroom… and in the bedroom, if the tabloids were to be believed.

He was handsome; tall and slender, about 38 or so, with dark hair, and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache.  He moved through the office gracefully, looking around at everything with curious brown eyes.  Those eyes swept over my team in our cubicles, barely registering us as people.  To the likes of him, I suppose we weren’t.  We were peasants.  Cogs in the machine. Not worth bothering with.

But then he paused, and his gaze settled on me. 

I looked away, embarrassed.  But when I looked back, he was smiling at me.  It was a small smile of amusement, but it was definitely there.  He gave me a small wink, so tiny and fast I wasn’t sure if I saw it at all.

Then he turned and followed the group into the conference room. My face felt hot, and I realized I was probably blushing.

“Cara, are you okay?” Lisa Sonnet, my cubemate and colleague asked as she returned from the bathroom.

“Yeah, just feeling a little warm all of the sudden.” I said softly.  Lisa glanced through the glass wall into the conference room at Oscar Martin.

“I can see why, that man is… Oof .”  She said, sitting back down next to me.  “Too bad he only dates super duper models.”

“Super duper models?”

“Like, only the most famous models,”  she said.  “Your Stephanie Allisons and your Nadias and your Tula Faracosis.”  She went on, sitting down.  “The best of the best, with perfectly symmetrical little faces, and tiny perky boobies.”  She continued, gesturing to her own pendulous breasts.  Lisa was in her late 50s and had four kids.  She frequently bemoaned that she used to have a much better body, but her kids had sucked it out of her.

I said nothing. I couldn’t imagine wanting to be involved with a man who was just as frequently on TMZ as he was on CNN.  It sounded exhausting.

“I heard he only dates women until they are 23 and then he dumps them.”  Another team member, Jackie Woller said.  She must have overhead us.  She rolled her chair to the edge of her cube and peeked around the corner at us.  “At the stroke of midnight on your 23rd birthday, he kicks you out of bed unceremoniously.”  she said in a mock ominous, slightly spooky voice.

“That’s Leonardo DiCaprio.”  I said, feeling myself smile a little bit.  I glanced back at the conference room.  Was it my imagination, or was Oscar Martin looking at me?  I ducked my head, counted to 10, and then looked up again.

He was definitely looking at me.  He was leaning back in the chair in the conference room, not paying attention to whomever was speaking.  One of the lawyers, I thought absently.  Our eyes met. He smiled again, and this time, he lifted his fingers in a slight wave.

“Hi,”  He mouthed.

I ducked down behind the wall of the cubicle.

“What’s wrong?”  Lisa said, hearing the ruckus.  Then she looked up. “Oh.”

“What?”

“Oscar Martin is looking over there,”  she said.  “He’s… kinda laughing to himself?”  She said slowly.

“He waved at me.”  I said.  “I’m mortified.”

“We should all stop staring and get back to work before he fires us.”  Jackie muttered.  “Though, he’ll probably do that anyway.  Gut the firm, get whatever tech we have that he wants, and then leave us all on the street.”

I turned back to my laptop; my code was still compiling, so there wasn’t much for me to do. I pretended to be working diligently for the next 45 minutes, and resisted the urge to look up.  However, when I eventually  heard the door to the conference room open, I couldn;’t help myself.

They filed out of the conference room, Oscar Martin shaking hands with lawyers and my boss following behind, looking rather pale. I looked away again, chewing nervously on my bottom lip.  I wondered if my boss had already been canned.  How long for the rest of us? 

“Hello,”  A quiet voice said.  I recognized it, the light hispanic accent wrapping around the word like silk. I looked up to see Oscar Martin leaning on the wall of my cubicle looking down at me. “Oscar Martin.”  He extended his hand.  After a beat, I shook it, but I still didn’t speak.  “And your name is…?” He prompted me.

“Cara Kavanaugh.”  I said quietly.

“Cara.”  He said.  He smiled, a strange look on his face.  Something between surprise and satisfaction..  “It’s nice to meet you, Cara.” He turned back to the others who were waiting for him. “One second.”  He said.  The lawyers nodded.  “I hope I see you around.”  Then he left.

“Did that just happen?” Lisa said, her eyes wide.

“I think it did.”  I said.

“Wow,” Jackie said from her cubicle.

“I caught a whiff of his cologne, ugh, he smells so good.”  Lisa moaned. “Why do you think he was looking at you ? You’re pretty, but you’re no Tula Faracosi.”

I waved her away dismissively, and looked up again as Oscar Martin headed towards the main entrance of the office.  He gave me another look over his shoulder as he went.

What on earth was going on?

After work, I headed to my apartment, idly wondering if I should brush up my resume.  I’d worked at Logistica for about 6 years, starting there right after college. I’d had several positions within the company before becoming the lead project programmer last year.  I didn’t relish the idea of a job search… and while there were no shortage of programming jobs in the world, I had liked working for Logistica.

I opened my laptop, but instead of pulling up my resume, I googled Oscar Martin instead.  His wikipedia page was the first result not from a tabloid.

I read the details about him.  He was 6’1”, Argentinian, spoke Spanish, English, Portuguese, and French, and he had been married once, when he was young.  His wife had died at age 22.  I didn’t possess the Google Sleuthing Skills some of my friends had, so I couldn’t find much else about her.  Cause of death was “unspecified cancer.”  That was tragic.  He had been 24 at the time.  I read about the success of his company, MarTech, and the various companies it had absorbed over the years.  I read about the famous women he was linked to, believed to have dated, rumored to have left broken-hearted.  Taylor Swift’s latest album allegedly had a song or two about him on it. Models, Singers, Actresses all, with beautiful faces and glamorous lives.

And he had smiled at me.  I didn’t think myself unattractive; I have a pretty face, with pale skin, bright blue eyes, and a nice smile.  My hair was actually freshly minted at the salon, and my caramel colored waves were top notch, but I wasn’t a model.  I wasn’t glamorous.  I was a programmer who wrote code. I went to bed at 10:30 after watching reruns of Friends . I had been wearing a men’s graphic t-shirt that said “Tell Your Dog I Said Hi” on it, for crying out loud.  

I made myself dinner - microwaved veggies, minute rice and costco rotisserie chicken, very glamorous- I thought as I sat down to eat, then I watched TV for a while.  Around 7pm, I called my best friend Keith.

“You’ll never guess who I met today.”

“The pope?”

“I don’t think you could be more wrong.”

“Donald Trump?”

“Closer,”  I laughed.  “Oscar Martin.”

“Wow,”  He said.  And then “Oh no,”

“Yeah, so if you know of any outfits looking for a programmer…”  I said.

“I’ll keep an ear out.  So it’s official?”

“He signed the paperwork for the company today.  I suppose it’ll be a few days before we get marching orders.”  I said.  Then I changed the subject.  “How’s Carolina?”

“Doing okay, postpartum has been rough on her.”  He admitted. 

“Can I do anything?”

“Maybe swing by and see her at the shop.  I think she’d like that.”

“I’ll come by after work one day this week.  But let’s let her think it's a surprise.”

“Deal.”  We talked for a bit longer, discussing his infant son and his work, before I finally said good night.

“Thanks for asking about Carolina.  I know you and her-”

“Hey, water under the bridge.”  I said quickly. “Have a good night.”

“You too.”

I went to bed that night wondering if my badge would work on the front door of the building in the morning.

The next morning, I arrived at the office and my badge worked.  I was getting into the elevator when I heard someone call “Hold the door!”

I put my hand in front of the door to prevent it from closing, and a breathless Oscar Martin slipped in beside me.

“Good morning Cara.”

“Uh, Good morning.”  I returned, trying to disguise the fact that my breath had caught in my throat.  I studied him out of the corner of my eye.  He certainly dressed like a tech guy; jeans, sneakers, and a yellow, blue and green plaid button down.

“Have you worked for Logistica long?” he asked as the elevator crept up to the 25th floor. His accent was so smooth, giving his voice a musical quality.

“Six years,”  I said quietly.  I felt so awkward making small talk with him.  I felt like Ann Boelyn making cheerful conversation with the man holding the sword.

“That’s a long time in this industry.”  He commented.  “Do you like it here?”

“Yeah, I do, a lot.” I said honestly.  He nodded.  Mercifully, the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to my floor.  I stepped out.  He followed me to my desk. 

“I hope I see you later, Cara.”  He said, and he headed to the conference room, where it looked like a meeting had already started.

“Did you really just walk in with Oscar Martin?” Lisa asked as I put my things down.  I sat heavily in my chair. 

“Yes, why?”

“You rode in the elevator with him?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Ballsy.”

“I was already in the elevator.”  I shrugged.

“He’s looking over here again.” Jackie called in a low voice from her cube.

“This is ridiculous.”  I muttered. “You two are being ridiculous.”  I grabbed my laptop. “I’m going to go work in one of the empty offices.”

Shortly before lunch time, an email went out that there would be a catered lunch for staff, compliments of the new owners.  I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t too proud to turn down a free meal, so at 12, I headed down to the breakroom.

It was a feast.  Kabobs of shrimp, Chicken, and tender steak, exotic salads, grilled vegetables, rice pilaf and more.  The junior programmers had loaded down their plates and were scurrying back to their cubes, but some of the upper management were schmoozing with Oscar as he stood in the breakroom, a plate in his hand, but not eating.

I helped myself to some food and while I was grabbing a plastic fork, Oscar excused himself from the ass kissers and came alongside me.

“How’s your day going?”  He asked, his accent wrapping around the words in an almost sultry way. It would seem there was no such thing as a free lunch.  I was going to have to pay for it by being polite to my executioner.

“Fine, thanks.  And thanks for lunch.”  I said, holding up my plate.  I started towards the door but he fell into step beside me.

“So you’re a programmer.”  He said.  It wasn’t a question, but he didn’t elaborate.

“Yeah,” I said.

“And you worked on the Omega project.”

“I wrote the code for it, yes.”

“I was very impressed with it.”  He said. “That’s actually why I wanted to buy Logistica.”

“My code?”

“Well, your code, and the program it powers.”  He said. “Would you ever consider coming to work directly for me?”

I blinked at him.

“What?”  He asked, perplexed.

“I do work for you, you own the company I work for.”

“Yes, but I have a need for a programmer outside of what I plan to do with Logistica.”

“What do you plan to do with Logistica?” I asked sharply.  Careful, Cara .  I chastised myself.  Fortunately, he looked amused.

“I haven’t decided yet, but I intend to use your code for a project I’m working on.”  I wanted to ask him if it was for his weapons division, but bit my tongue.

“I get the sense you don’t like me much.”  He went on, still following me toward the office where I had set myself up to work for the day.

“I just don’t know you.”  He was right, I didn’t like him, but hopefully this lie would help me keep my job.

“Well, my offer stands; your work speaks for itself, you’re clearly brilliant.”  He said. “Think about it.”

“Thank you.”  I said, unsure of what else to say.  He gave me a perfunctory nod, and then disappeared, presumably back to the conference room.  After lunch, I was pretty full, and the empty office was starting to feel a little too warm. I headed back to my cube so that I wouldn’t fall asleep. I didn’t have much to work on but I didn’t think this was a good time to be seen sleeping in an office somewhere, even if the new boss had just offered me a job.

“Get lonely?” Lisa asked when I sat back down.

“Hot.”  I muttered.

“The rumor mill is flying.”  Lisa said.  “Three people asked if you got let go.”

“Why?”

“You weren’t at your desk.”

“Jesus.”  I muttered, opening my laptop and trying to find something to do to look productive.  The conference room was empty.

“Cara?”  My boss, Kevin McCormick, came up to the edge of my cubicle.  “Can you come with me please?”

“Should I bring my purse?” I asked.

“Just come with me please.”  Kevin said.

I cast a look back at Lisa.  Her eyes were wide.

I followed Kevin to his office.  A man I didn’t recognize was there. At least it wasn’t Betty from Human Resources.

“Hello Ms. Kavanaugh,” the unfamiliar man said.  He was probably 50, with thinning dark hair, and broad shoulders.  He wore a suit.  “My name is Benton Reavis.  I am the inside counsel for MarTech, and Mr. Martin  would like to extend you a rather lucrative employment option.”  He slid a manilla folder across the table to me.  I opened it.

“The salary is listed on the first page.  The additional benefits are listed on the second.  We are proud to offer you full medical, dental, and vision, plus 12 weeks paid vacation,” He went on, but I wasn’t listening.

$450,000.

“There has to be a mistake.”  I said.

“No, there’s no mistake.”  Mr. Reavis said.  “Mr. Martin was very explicit about the offer, particularly the salary.”

“Uh…”  I stammered.  “I can’t- this is…”

“Mr. Martin has reviewed your entire portfolio and employment history at Logistica, and he’s quite impressed with you.  He feels you’ve been under compensated for your work, and he would like to offer you the position of head of development at MarTech.”

“Can I… think about it?”

Mr. Reavis looked surprised.  I suppose it must have been surprising that anyone would need to think about that salary offer.

“Of course, but please be aware that we are actively recruiting so-”

“You’ll have my answer by tomorrow morning.” I replied quickly.

“Very well. My number is inside if you have any questions.”  Mr. Reavis said.  “I don’t think I need to tell you that this is a very lucrative offer.”

“I’m aware.”  I said. “I just don’t think I’m qualified for it.”

“Mr. Martin does.”  Mr. Reavis said with a shrug.  “He’s very rarely wrong about these things.”  I pressed my lips together, and thanked him for his time.

I tucked the folder under my arm and headed back to my desk again.

“Should I get you a box?”  Jackie asked.

“No. I still work here.”

“What’s that?”  she pointed to a folder under my arm.

“Something about the code I worked on for the omega project.”  I said, tucking it into my bag.

“Uh-huh.”  Lisa muttered. “Keep your secrets.”

Towards the end of the day, I headed towards the elevators.  Oscar Martin was waiting for an elevator himself.

“Going down?”  He asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

“To the lobby.”  I said, narrowing my eyes.

Now he laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You don’t hide your thoughts very well, and it’s becoming really clear you don’t like me.  Am I going to get a disappointing phone call from Mr. Reavis in the morning?”

“If you mean, am I going to decline your job offer, I haven’t decided yet.”

“I see.  Can I ask what it is about me you don't like?”

“I told you, I don’t know you.  I just know your reputation.” I said. 

“I see.”  He frowned a bit.  “Well, I hope you’ll allow me to show you the real me.”

The elevator opened then, and he gestured for me to go ahead. I did, but he didn’t follow.

“Weren’t you waiting for the elevator?” I asked.

“I’ll get the next one,”  he replied, and I could tell I’d hurt his feelings. That was surprising.  The elevator doors closed before I could say anything else. I sighed.

Once in the lobby, I headed home on foot.  The weather was nice, and it was only 10 blocks.  At home, I studied the job description.  It sounded like a dream, and if the offer was coming from anyone else, literally anyone else, I would have taken it. But my mother had a saying about not getting into bed with serpents.

I sighed.  I had student loans and my rent was going up at the end of the month.  I needed a new bike and I liked to eat out with my friends on occasion.  This job would open doors for me, too.  Oscar Martin knew EVERYONE in tech.  And the salary , I thought again.  It was almost half a million dollars.  Even after taxes,  I would be set.  I could move to a nicer apartment.  And what if I refused?  Then I’d have no job in a few weeks when he eventually gutted Logistica.  Or worse, he might feel slighted.  A man as powerful as he was could easily make sure I never worked in tech again.

I bit my lip, and then I dialed the number on the business card stapled inside the folder.

“Mr Reavis?  It’s Cara Kavanaugh.”  I bit my lip. “I’d like to negotiate a couple of stipulations on your employment offer.”  If he was going to try to buy me, I was going to make him pay through the nose.

“You don’t feel it’s a generous offer?”

“I do, but I’m very happy where I am, and in order for me to leave, I’d like to ask for two additional concessions on Mr. Martin’s part.”

“And what are those?”

“First, I would like assurances that my team at Logistica be kept on and offered positions in the development group should MarTech decide to do layoffs or liquidation at Logistica.  They are good workers and I would like them to be involved in any project I work on.”

“How many team members?”

“Six.”

“And your second concession?

“A hybrid work model.  I would like to work from home two days a week.”  I said.

“I’ll discuss this with Mr. Martin and have an answer for you shortly.”

My phone rang less than 20 minutes later.

“Mr. Martin has agreed to your terms.”  Mr. Reavis sounded surprised.  “Congratulations, Ms.Kavanaugh, and welcome aboard.  You’ll need to report to MarTech HQ tomorrow morning to make it official and so we can provide you with an updated offer letter to match your requests.  The address is-”

“I know where it is.”

“Please be there by 9am.”

“Thank you.”

I sat down on the couch in disbelief.  I was going to be the head of development for one of the biggest tech firms in the world, at 5 times my current salary. Maybe now my dad would finally be proud of me.  

I looked at the framed photo of Keith and I on my side table.  We had been dating at the time it was taken.  I didn’t have feelings for him anymore, not like that, but I had a pang of loneliness and sorrow when I looked at it.  We had been a great couple, but he had said “It’s like a best friend thing, not a love of my life thing.”  when he broke up with me.  He wasn’t wrong, but I hadn’t felt that it was a bad thing, that we were friends.  So what if it wasn’t this big passionate thing?  It worked.  We had been happy, or so I’d thought. And then he’d met Carolina, and that had been that.

I leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. I hoped I wasn’t going to regret this. It wasn’t like me to make snap decisions, but if nothing else, I would be able to pay off my student loans in a few months, so even if it all went south, that was a silver lining.

There was something eating away at the back of my mind, though.  I was good at my job, but I wasn’t that good.  Unless he saw some potential in the Omega Project that I didn’t.  It worried me.  But this wasn’t a contract, I wasn’t locked in for any length of time, so I could leave if it didn’t work out, I rationalized.

I normally wore jeans and a t-shirt to work, but I thought I might need to look a little more put together for this… I settled on a pair of dark green trousers and a white top, and set them aside for the morning.  I set three alarms on my phone, then I had another unglamorous meal before I called my parents to tell them the news.  They put me on speaker phone so they could talk to me together.

“You have to get everything in writing.”  My dad said when I finished.

“I know Dad.”

“Let me know if you want me to have Murray look it over.”  Murray was the family lawyer.

“It’s fine Dad, I can handle it.”

“They’re paying you how much?”  My mother was in disbelief.

“Almost half a million.  I’m going to run their whole development team.”  I said, reading over the offer letter in front of me. 

“Cara, please don't take this the wrong way, but are you sure you know what you’re getting into?  The things they say about that man on TV.”

“I’ll be careful, mom.”  I promised. “I’m aware of his reputation, but this is going to open so many doors for me.”

“I worry that if it doesn’t work out he’ll-”

“Mom!”  I said.  “Don’t talk like that, positive vibes.”  I said.  I didn’t want to think about what a powerful man like that would do if it didn’t work out.  And I didn’t want to tell her that I felt like I couldn’t say no, either.

“If you’re sure,”  she said, but I could hear the doubt in her voice. “He’s very handsome.”  She conceded.

“I’m not interested.”  I said.

“Good.”  My dad said. “You do your job, keep your head down, and your nose clean.”

“He really said he wanted to buy Logistica because of your code?” My mom spoke again, but there was an ember of pride in her voice. 

“More or less.  I don’t know if he was flattering me or not, but that’s what he said.”  I said.

My parents talked about the offer for more than an hour before finally letting me go.  I went to bed, but couldn’t sleep.  I was too anxious about the morning.  It was late by the time I dozed off.

[twister-sister]

Who is Eclipse's Mother?

*Rubbing my evil grubby hands together* hehe *Idea: KC kept the star and reset the world completely, including rewriting himself, so everything happens after the rewriting* JK was made as the first bio-organic animatronic or 'BOA' for short, when he hit his young adult years he became fascinated with one of the scientists who worked on 'project: BOA' her name was Apollo, named after the Greek god of music, dance, truth, prophecy, healing, diseases, the Sun and light.

Apollo and JK spent many, many hours together she was his first everything. Three years in the two of them accidentally discovered that his and her biological makeup was compatible. First, there were the twins Sun and Moon a year later Eclipse. By this time the creator was fascinated with the idea that they could breed this led to him questioning JK and Apollo about running tests and looking into the development during gestation alongside running tests to which they agreed none the wiser. The creator did indeed study the development but also experimented with and modified the developing BOA baby, due to the scientist's interference and Nano machine technology it resulted in Mischief and Mayhem they could fuse into one or split apart and be two, the experimentation caused the two to be unstable and turned the pregnancy into high risk. Eight months in complications rose and tensions grew high between JK and his father, JK found out then of his father's horrific scientific experiments on his mate and child. Apollo was rushed to the OR when the two altered BOA babies were extracted only to find out that there was a third one in there that had been hiding somehow some way, all three were abnormally small. it was touch and go with Apollo, JK staying up all hours day and night taking care of his litter of six and learning. His father had finally found a way to implant a human consciousness into an artificial body the proof being he, had planted himself into an exoskeleton. When JK asked for the notes the creator refused noting that the BOA project was obsolete to project New Life, this led to them fighting JK slipping back into his old ways long enough to kill the man and take the notes. However, fate was not on JK's side, while he was busy with his father Apollo passed on. Sure he could use the star to bring her back but that would cause so many problems, he had thought about rewriting the world yet again but he knew that would rewrite his children and their families as well as the bonds they had built, so to him it makes sense to suffer in silence and raise his children, shaping the world into something better without the use of the star.

[teecupangel]

I am so sorry, I just now realized I sent my rant to you via an ask, I don't know if that is the correct way or if a dm would have been more appropriate. I don't know if I even made a whole lot of sense in the last 'ask' but I hope you will understand what I mean.

So that this one will be a ask/request, I wanted to ask you if you have still the ideas for the HZD AltDes Au? I scrolled through your notes ideas post and that one immediately catched my eyes. Like I can kind of imagine that either one would have a similar plot like Aloy? Maybe someone who worked either alongside Elisabeth Sobeck or would replace her(and therefore Aloy) and then it could follow a similar route like base HZD and Forbidden west. Maybe Desmond would be the genetical clone to the scientist working alongside Elisabeth like Aloy is to her but instead of just having the genetic necessary code he would retain the memory's or regain them to fight the rogue AI (I don't know the name anymore, I really have to play the games again, love them). If Desmond/Altaïr would replace Aloy or have similar plot like her, maybe the other one could either be like a childhood friend/stepbrother like in your fic Old Mentor or another 'clone' (with the explanation why there are two clones, so that it is guaranteed that at least one will see the light of day and potentially save the world from further destruction with the right genetic code (Hehe)). OR to connect it to the AC universe (and I kind of just got the idea from your Old Mentor fic) like, Desmond survives the solar flare, Altaïr is for whatever reason with him in the 21th century, helps him survive the eye etc. From some Isu crap or whatever they have a like a vision or something from the future (HZD, more like the war with the machines who absorb biomatter), they work on it to not really prevent it but like ensure that humanity will live through the catasrophe and put their DNA like Elisabeth Sobeck into the project for the future.

I just scrolled up and realized I might have just grabbed the plot bunny and ran like a mad man, ups

Nah, you’re good. I like reading rants hahahaha

I can’t find the HZD AltDes AU idea post so I’m not sure what I’ve already written and what I didn’t include in the post itself sooooo…

Let’s just make this a separate idea where AltDes happens during HZD lollol.

We’ll borrow a bit from my HFW x AC crossover oneshot Falconry for this one.

In this one, Altaïr would be Aloy’s twin although they look nothing alike. The real reason for this is that they were both born at the same time with Aloy being born from Sobek’s DNA but Altaïr is a bit of an anomaly.

The plan had been for Desmond to be cloned using Sample 17 but Sobek only had a small sample of an already small sample.

Not to mention, due to Ted Faro’s actions, the sample wasn’t in its best state but it did manage to create an imperfect clone unlike Aloy.

The two of them were raised together and Aloy acts more like an older sister to Altaïr who preferred to be quiet and seemed to see things that others cannot see.

Many things he’s weird and Aloy always try to beat them up because of this.

Aloy is pretty good with figuring how machines work while Altaïr likes to make new things based on the scraps and metal they get.

They were a constant headache to Rost, that was for sure.

The thing about Altaïr is… he has a friend.

A friend that only he could see.

Someone who grows with him and talks to him and play with him whenever Aloy was busy or Rost wasn’t looking.

The boy’s name is ‘Desmond Miles’.

Desmond thinks he’s a ghost. A person who had died and was now haunting Altaïr.

And he knows a lot of things. Not the machines but the much older tech.

Desmond likes to say that they were living in a distant future after humanity probably ‘fucked up so badly’.

It took years for Altaïr to understand everything that Desmond was saying.

To Desmond, his life ended when the world was just ‘starting’ to bring what he liked to call ‘sci-fi-esque’ technology to life.

The machines they hunt are part of that sci-fi-esque future that Desmond never saw.

But the really older artifacts that Desmond liked to call ‘technology’, those he knows or can guess what they do.

He’s ramblings are what give Altaïr an idea of how he can make new inventions using those parts.

At the very least, the parts that Rost didn’t take away because he didn’t want them messing with machines and stuff.

Altaïr knows that Desmond knows more than he’s letting on but it was fine if Desmond doesn’t want to share them yet.

Sooner or later, he will.

That was the kind of person Desmond was, after all.

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Unorganized Notes:

Yes, in this one, Desmond is the ‘Bleed’ XD

To be more exact, because of the botched cloning, Altaïr is like Aloy, his own person who shared the DNA of their source (Sobek/Sample 17)

Unfortunately, because of both Sample 17’s current state when it was used and the genetic makeup of Desmond himself, Altaïr gets a ‘genetic ghost’ for the ride.

Desmond remembers everything. He does think that Altaïr is not really Altaïr but a person who just coincidentally got Altaïr’s name. He acts as a friend and companion to Altaïr growing up and he does see Aloy as a younger sister.

Which is funny because Aloy thinks she’s older than Altaïr and Altaïr never tried to complain about that and went along with it.

HZD and HFW plot go along with Altaïr for the ride as Aloy’s tagalong brother. Aloy gets a lot of sweet tools and weapons because the two of them together… well… Desmond is just glad they don’t have the drive and time to try and figure out how to make nuclear weapons

Altaïr (and Desmond) learned the truth behind his birth at the same time as Aloy and it doesn’t change the fact that Aloy sees Altaïr as her brother and Altaïr sees her as his sister.

(Rost lives because I say so)

Towards the start of HFW, Altaïr (with GAIA’s help) managed to create a small eagle machine that can show Desmond as a hologram by staying connected to Altaïr’s focus so Aloy and the others can finally see him. Before that, towards the end of HZD, they can hear Desmond if they connect with Altaïr’s focus with their own focus

Now the twist of HFW connected to Beta and Far Zenith also happens but this is where we get a few more plot points from Falconry

Far Zenith has a puppet by the name of Seventeen

And after GAIA talked to Beta, she believed she can use Seventeen to give Desmond his own body

[brokehorrorfan]

Death Machine will be released on Blu-ray on May 21 via Kino Lorber. Celebrating its 30th anniversary, the 1994 cyberpunk horror film features new cover art by Jean-Baptiste Chuat & Ronan-Wolf Chuat with the original poster on the reverse side.

Stephen Norrington (Blade, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) makes his feature directorial debut from his own script. Brad Dourif, Ely Pouget, William Hootkins, John Sharian, Martin McDougall, Andreas Wisniewski, and Richard Brake star. A young Rachel Weisz appears in a small role.

The two-disc set includes three cuts of the film: the 100-minute U.S. version, the 122-minute international version, and a newly created 106-minute director's cut. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1:

US cut (100 minutes) newly mastered in 2K from an interpositive

Audio commentary by Horror-Fix.com's James G. Chandler and Ash Hamilton (new)

US theatrical trailer

Newly created director's cut (106 minutes)

Audio commentary by writer/director Stephen Norrington and film historian Michael Felsher (new)

Technical audio commentary by writer/director Stephen Norrington (new)

Audio conversation with writer/director Stephen Norrington and creature creator Alec Gillis (new)

Isolated score

7.1 Surround and Lossless 2.0 Audio

Disc 2:

International cut (122 minutes)

Interview with composer Crispin Merrell

Interview with editor Paul Endacott

Interview with costume designer Stephanie Collier

Interview with producer Ray Burdis

Interview with co-producer Stuart St Paul

Artwork & design gallery

Behind-the-scenes still gallery

German theatrical trailer

Japanese theatrical trailer

Japanese behind-the-scenes promo

The year is 2003. Chaank Industries, ruthless world leaders in future weapons technology, hires a new Chief Executive, Hayden Cale. Cale soon uncovers a secret and unethical weapons project the company is involved in. Her first order of business is to shut it down. Her troubles just begin as she also tries to fire the company technological mastermind, Jack Dante—a childlike psychotic with a dark genius for exotic weapons design. Dante retaliates by unleashing into the corporate headquarters the Death Machine—the ultimate killing unit. A weapon that tracks its target by sensing fear and has the power to rip through walls with its hard steel strength and razor teeth. Cale must wage a desperate bloody battle with the terrifying force that has no mercy, no pity and no fear.

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