#papers spilling out of a lab coat

[block-moss]

mammon based off that one fic idk

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Tell me how you hate me now (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Scientist! Reader) Drabble

Hiiii, so I know I said I’d focus on my main series and I am! But I just had to whip this up after my comment thread from my last post. In my head I imagine this being with Miguel from the game Edge of Time but it can be any Miguel variant. Not proofread, enjoy!

Cursing, workplace enemies to lovers, the girls are arguing 🤭, make out session, slight NSFW (just some ass squeezing) but no smut.

Word count: 750

Masterlist

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“O’Hara! Hey O’Hara!” You called out to the figure that sat alone in the lab room. Your irrational only building when you didn’t get a response, not even a glance in your direction. Your pace quicken, white lab coat flaring out behind you as you close the gap between you and the other scientist. Angrily dropping a Manila folder onto his desk, the force of which made a few of his own papers fly a few inches off his desk. Finally making him look up at you with huff and a scowl.

You two have been working together for the last twelve years at Alchemax, and never had you two gotten alone. Always fighting about projects, butting heads about deadlines, everything about and between you both always ended with fighting and arguing.

“Do you know what this is?” The question was rhetorical, a manicured finger pointing at the file that had the name of your last project proposal printed on top. Your angry gaze on his face never wavering as you watch his tired eyes lazily drop to the folder, before looking up at you once more rather boredly.

“Your last project proposal?” He deadpanned.

“Yes, my last project proposal.” You scoffed, “The one that got rejected because you decided to bad mouth it to Stone.” You glared at him, feeling your blood pressure rising higher than it already was as you stood up straight and crossed your arms over your chest. Your eyes immediately connected with his brown ones as he turned his swivel chair to face you properly, arms coping your mannerisms as you both had a miniature stare down before he finally spoke.

“You're acting like this thing-“ he abruptly stood up, making you instinctively take a step back. Grabbing the proposal and using the back of his other hand to lightly hit the folder before dropping it back onto his desk. The pages spilling out from the hazardous manner, making your blood boil. “wasn't already garbage-“

“Garbage?!”

“Garbage.”

You had to close your eyes and take in a deep breath to stop yourself from lunging at the large man, wanting to tear him a new one. Once you were able to calm yourself down enough you looked back up at him. Despite his towering size over you, you didn’t find him all that intimidating.

“You’re just saying that because you wanted him to pick your project over mine-and don’t say I’m making shit up because you always do it, that’s how you got your project chosen last time!”

“Oh please, god forbid I don’t want to work under you for the next six months. It’s too chaotic! Just thinking about it gives me a migraine…” As if for dramatic effect, a hand goes up and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Oh yeah, because you’re so pleasant to be working for.” You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping from your mouth like venom from a snake’s. “If an intern so much as breathes the wrong way, you lose it.” You're too busy ranting to notice he was making his way towards you. “And don’t even get me started on how you micromanage everything-“

You were cut off by the sudden warmth of lips on yours, eyes wide as you blinked yourself back into the current moment. You had to be dreaming right? Why else would Miguel be kissing you. You didn’t even get to fully process the action before you felt his large hand slip to the small of your back, gently guiding you to make sure you didn’t trip over your own feet as he pushed you up against the wall.

Yeah you weren’t dreaming.

He licks your bottom lip in a silent plea to let him in, you couldn’t help but to melt into the kiss. Once the initial shock finally wore off, your body began to feel hot all over. Eyes flickering shut as your hands landed on his chest, running up to lock around his neck, no doubt leaving wrinkles in their wake. His hand came down to give your ass a firm squeeze, making you involuntarily moan at the movement.

You felt like you could drown in him, he pulled away for air before you got the chance too.

“Been wanting to kiss that pretty mouth shut for a long time.” He admitted between heavy breaths, “tell me how you hate me now with my tongue down your throat.” He taunted playfully, before closing the gap between your lips once more.

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Taglist: @famouscattale @strawberryjuice9 @loser-alert @maomaimao @franceseca-the-1st @mcmiracles @mangoslushcrush @queerponcho

[lipglossanon]

Crossing the Frame

Infected!Leon S. Kennedy and fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, one shot, horror, body horror, unwanted insemination, OC, mentions of blood/death/bodily harm, vomiting, reader called chief

not proofread; inspired by the Alien series; something before October—might add more later idk

title from Crossing the Frame by Coheed and Cambria

It’s sudden. One moment you’re empty, a void unto yourself. The next, your eyes are open, unseeing as your brain begins to think again, thoughts filling the crevices of your mind. 

You cough violently, curling onto your side, an homage to your fetal beginnings. Pressing a hand to your abdomen, a skittering fear runs down your spine like spider legs. 

Something isn’t right. 

Closing your eyes, you struggle to remember why you’re here. You were to help an agent… one who had been infected by the Plagas strain. Kennedy, you think. The president’s lapdog. 

Pain radiates through your pelvis and you gasp wetly. It needs out, you think. Followed immediately by, what needs out? What’s inside you? Bile rises in your throat. 

Weak as a newborn kitten, you raise up onto your knees. Turning your face away, you gag and cough, a mix of stringy bile and saliva spilling from your mouth. 

A headache throbs behind your right eye; slipping your glasses off, you cup the socket and gently rub your eyelid. It doesn’t ease the pain—but it doesn’t make it worse—so you give up and put your glasses back on. 

Finally looking around, you take in the mess of what was once the lab. Beakers and burners are overturned, unknown liquid spilling off the surface and onto the floor; papers are scattered about like someone just tossed them before leaving. Another searing cramp makes you double over even further, breasts pressing against the tops of your thighs, hands hugging your stomach as you cry out painfully. 

Once you can breathe without wanting to die, you ease back up, slowly climbing to your feet so you can find help. There’s no one left in the lab and the door’s opened halfway, showcasing an empty hallway as far as you can see. 

Shuffling steps outside halt your own progress—hip digging into a counter as you freeze in place. 

“Hello?” Your voice cracks and you have to clear your throat—the dry heaving from earlier making it sting. “Hello?!”

A rattling breath makes you duck behind the counter—unable to see—only able to hear the door being pressed fully open while those same footsteps shuffle inside. 

“Hello,” a voice whispers, “are you in here, Chief?”

You slowly arch your neck up to peek over the counter. An intern, Andy you recall, looks around the room, hand cupping his side where blood has stained through his lab coat. Pushing yourself up, you use the counter as a crutch in order to stand in place. 

“Thank god! You’re alive!” He smiles, hazel eyes tired and strained. 

“What happened?” You rasp, swallowing to smooth your vocal cords. “I think I have a concussion.”

“The subject escaped. Leon Kennedy,” the intern steps closer, wincing with the movement. “He was infected with—“

“Plagas, I remember that,” you gesture to his side. “What about this? Or why’s the room trashed? I think I’m—“

Infected. The word curdles on your tongue like spoiled milk. 

“I woke up already bleeding,” he moves his coat and shirt aside, showing off the padded gauze and tape keeping it bandaged. “I think I got cut from the window overlooking the observation room. It shattered when he broke out.”

You nod, short flashes of memories coming back to you.  It was early morning when they brought Kennedy in for observation. Dressed in only a hospital gown, his skin looked sallow and washed out. The bags under his eyes made the blue that much darker. His hair seemed to be the only thing that defied his poor health, looking sleek and shiny under the fluorescent lights. 

The examiner had the agent remove the upper half of his gown, letting everyone see the raw and irritated scar from the machine that supposedly destroyed the embryo in his chest. X-rays proved there were remnants clinging to his chest wall—the reason why he had been called in to your lab. 

Being the chief medical officer in charge, you had sat quietly in the audience chamber above the room—watching as the scientists and doctors argued and questioned Kennedy, who only had the scattered notes from his mission to really backup any of his claims. 

They injected him, you remember suddenly. He had reacted negatively, body jerking and twitching before he began to scream incoherently, voice raising in pitch until your vision wavered. The glass splintered and rained down on the room, slicing anything in its path.

The alarm began to blare and you locked eyes with what used to be Agent Kennedy, black washing out his sclera and dark veins overtaking his skin like twisting vines. 

“Are you okay?”

Shoulders jerking upward, you shake your head before looking back up into Andy’s drawn face. 

“Yeah, just trying to make it all make sense.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, clenching his teeth suddenly. “Fuck, I fixed myself up as well as I could, but I definitely need to get help.”

“Of course. Are we still under lockdown?”

“Uh huh,” he sucks in his top lip. “It’s why I came this way. I was hoping to find your keycard.”

In case you were dead rings as loud in the room as if he had spoken it. Reaching down, you hold up your lanyard. 

“Lucky for you, I didn’t lose it.”

You both smile even if it’s an empty consolation. 

“Do you need help walking?” You point to his side. 

“I’ll be alright as long as we don’t have to run.”

Both of you know if it comes to that, neither of you would be making it out alive. 

Slowly making your way out of the specimen room—why were you even in this room?!—the intern follows behind you, quiet and careful. The two offices you pass by are empty, not a pencil out of place. The hallway itself doesn’t look like anything is off. A blaring light by the exit’s the only thing to signify anything is awry. 

Leaving the safety of the hallway, you hold the door open for Andy, letting it fall shut once he’s past the threshold. 

“Do you know why I was in this section?” You turn to him, keeping pace instead of walking out in front. 

He shrugs, “Everyone kinda went their own way once he got out. I think someone said you needed to grab the data on the latest test batch?”

You pat your pockets and find a small thumb drive in your overcoat. 

“Okay…” 

You frown down at it, mind still entirely blank. 

“He—“ Andy cut himself off. 

“He what?”

“The subject followed after you. I don’t know if they stopped him or anything like that. I kinda passed out,” he gave you a bitter smile. “I guess at least I wasn’t outright killed.”

“So he killed people?”

Andy nodded, “We’ll pass a few colleagues. Rose and Dr. Kline. Others are too bad to guess.”

You feel a pang of sadness, “That’s awful.”

The intern doesn’t say anything, eyes cast down to the floor. You let the conversation go, splitting your attention between your surroundings and the young man walking next to you. Surprisingly, it’s an uneventful walk out of the research and development area. But once you meet the intersection between it and medical, everything changes. 

The door slides open with a low hiss and you freeze, the salty tang of copper wafting out. The stench of blood and god knows what dogs your footsteps as you guide Andy through the carnage littering the floor. 

“It’s so much worse than before,” he whispers. “It’s like he came back.”

Fear makes your legs weak but you press on, eyes darting around for any movement, ears straining for any odd sounds. The alarm system wails in the distance, amber emergency lights pulsing in time with the sound. You eventually pass by Dr. Kline and his assistant Rose, mutilated in ways that turn your stomach. Andy touches your arm and you push past the bodies, eyes eagerly seeking out the red EXIT sign attached to the stairwell door. 

You touch the handle and a searing bolt of agony rips through your abdomen, like something with a mouthful of teeth is shredding your uterus. It hurts so much you can’t even make any noise, collapsing onto your knees, hands wrapped around your middle like it will stave off the pain. 

“Chief?!”

Andy tries to kneel but groans, legs shaking as he rights himself, hand grasping your shoulder. 

“I can’t,” his voice breaks, “I can’t lift you, Chief. Please, stand up. We’re almost out.”

You open your mouth to reply and puke, bile rushing up from your stomach to stain the floor. Eyes watering, you dry heave for far longer than last time until your body has nothing left to give. 

“Please,” the young man whimpers, “I don’t wanna be alone.”

A shaky hand reaches up to pat the one he has in your shoulder, “I-I’m okay. I think.. I think I’m sick. I don’t know if it’s safe to even be around me.”

Standing up, he doesn’t pull away. 

“We both probably are,” he mumbles, eyes drifting to the door. “But we gotta try.”

You press a hand to your abdomen, “No, Andy. I think I’m—“

“A host.”

A new voice cuts in—low, humorous. You both turn, the young man beside you grabbing your bicep with an iron grip. It takes a second to spot who spoke. Eyes partially concealed by blood soaked fringe peek from around the corner, an off shoot hallway in the opposite direction of the emergency exit.

One hand with abnormally long fingers, creeps over the edge like a deformed spider. The nails look like sharp little talons, and what skin you can see is dark, dry and scaly. 

“He’s, he’s not—oh god, what is he?” Andy whispers, and you shake your head. 

“I don’t know.”

Kennedy laughs and it floods your body with chills. 

“I’ve evolved,” he speaks, voice normal in complete opposition to his looks. “She will be, too.”

Andy subtly tugs your arm and you both take a step back, eyes never wavering from the eerie stare from the creature in front of you. A chittering noise comes from Kennedy and his other hand joins the first, splaying wide against the wall. 

“It was so easy to make you a host,” he laughs again, eyes glittering. “And you didn’t even lose any blood.”

The pair of you make another shuffling step back before those dark eyes narrow. You snap your CAC off of your lanyard clasp and press it against the hand Andy’s using to grip your arm. 

“Take it,” you hiss under your breath. “Go first, get to the containment ward. If everything’s gone to shit, activate the evacuation code and seal yourself off from here.”

“What about—“

Tears drip from your eyes, “I’m contaminated. Please, Andy, just get out of here. I’ll try my best to buy you time.”

“Okay,” he lets out a wet sounding breath. “Okay, Chief. I-I’ll do what I can. Thank you.”

You nod and he finally lets go of you, the heat at your side slipping away. Listening to his shuffling steps, you hear the security pad beep, followed by the stairwell door swinging open. It closes with a soft snick, but you don’t turn away from the pair of eyes in front of you.  

“You knooow you can’t stop me,” that chittering noise again making you realize that’s his laugh. “But it’s sweet of you to give him a head start.”

The cramping in your abdomen is beginning to flair up again but you grit your teeth and take a half step back. You continue walking backwards until your back bumps the door. Hating having to lose sight of him, you turn your sights on the security pad. You make quick work of it, you pull the lab ID card from your pocket, slide it into the slot, and snap off the bottom. The pad blares red—ERROR repeating itself across the small screen. 

“Do you think that’ll stop me?”

He murmurs directly behind you, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. 

You’re too scared to turn around. 

“Probably not, but it invokes a building wide security warning and shutdown,” voice trembling, you reply. “It also alerts the Agency that there’s been a breach.”

He hums, “Clever. Not that it matters.”

Those hands of his, basically scaly claws at this point, wrap their disjointed fingers across your waist and interlock—trapping you in place. The parasite in your body trashes wildly, cramps perforating your abdomen until you become only pain; your legs tremble, weight now held up by the monster’s hands—fear overriding the incessant will to live. 

“It needs out,” he croons, a strange clicking echoing behind you—like mandibles, you think almost deliriously. “Doesn’t it?”

Glancing down, you catch a segmented tail slipping away, tipped with a hardened exoskeleton that looks sharp enough to pierce. Gray begins to creep into your vision as your legs fully give out, Kennedy’s odd hands catching you underneath your breasts, pressing on your ribs so hard you feel the muscles shift.

You’re able to catch sight of his mutated face before passing out; too horrified to scream, you welcome the reprieve of inky darkness. 

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Jane, Medical Technician

Part 2

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Without the useless procedures or petty vandalism, the Med Bay was actually kind of boring. Besides the occasional cold or sprained joint, nothing was really holding Doctor Jane Shaw’s interest. She did get to meet a few of the crew, and that was nice, but otherwise it was boring. She knew the mission had only been underway less than a week, but she’d been expecting a little more excitement. Like landing on an asteroid or dogfights with space pirates. Jane had been watching bad sci-fi movies since she was a little girl so her expectations were a little…unrealistic.

Jane was about to hit the mess hall when Doctor Huhuma came through the door, the 3 other simian like Indoprime in tow.

“Hey you guys, sorry, I’ll clear out of here right after I finish these papers.”

“No, Jane, stay and have lunch with us,” Huhuma said, “I already brought you a plate. It’s mostly fruit though, so I’m not sure how much you’ll enjoy it.”

“Well… alright, if you insist.” Jane had said polite greetings to the other Indoprimes when they’d come into the Med Bay previously, but she hadn’t really met them properly yet. In retrospect she hadn’t really met a lot of the crew yet, aside from that minor assault on Simms the Gally, and that wasn’t exactly putting her best foot forward.

Jane left her desk and came over to the exam table where the four aliens were enjoying their meal. Huhuma wore her lab coat as usual over the green medical uniform she always wore, which suited her in Jane’s opinion. Two of the others were in maintenance worker orange, and the fourth was in security personnel gray.

“Alright, you’ve met these guys before yeah? That’s Hayte there from Security, and these two are Marrin and Kub, they work maintenance with that other human who stole the service droid.”

“I told you, he didn’t steal it, it’s more like he… adopted it, the weirdo.” Kub laughed.

“Well is it cute?” Jane asked.

“Is what cute?”

“The droid.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.”

“Then yeah, that tracks. Humans are suckers for anything cute,” Jane said, eyes flicking to Huhuma.

“See, I told you to be nice,” Marrin said, jostling Kub with her shoulder.

“So are you guys like siblings or what’s the deal here?” Jane asked, sitting to the Doctor’s left. She picked up a spiky red ball fruit, hoped it was edible to humans, and tried peeling it.

“Not exactly. Most Indoprime live in tribes, so we’re closer to what you humans would call cousins. Same tribe, different tree.” Huhuma reached over and pierced the fruit Jane had with her nail. “Now try.”

Once the fruit’s skin had been torn it peeled easily, like an orange. It smelled sweet.

“Thanks.” Jane took a bite. It was sweet and dark, like black cherries on steroids. “Oh my god this is fantastic, what is this?”

“It’s a makla fruit from our home planet,” Marrin explained. “Your Vending Machines get them almost perfect, but the ones back home are still better.”

“Well you’re all troopers for making due I guess,” Jane teased. The table laughed, and she relaxed a little. The 5 of them chatted throughout their breaks, Jane and Huhuma telling them about Simms the Gally and his unofficial punishment. Hayte approved, saying that security chief Ducane would probably agree with it but that he wouldn’t spill the beans on them.

Hayte told them about the chief, ‘Ducane the Destroyer’, and how the security teams were shaping up into ‘special forces’ like the humans had on E24.

“The guy is a monster, nothing can stop him. I’ve seen him in the GRID, it’s like he grows twice his size! I’ve never seen anyone run the gauntlet like him before in my life!”

“Well you know if any of you actually do get hurt in there, come see us immediately Hayte,” Huhuma said.

“Yeah, don’t bite it from just a simulation, we need you guys in case we run across pirates or something. I can’t use a blaster to save my life. Deadliest weapon I’ve ever held was a scalpel,” Jane said, popping another piece of fruit in her mouth.

“I thought all you deathworlders were trained soldiers?” Kub asked.

“Nah, not me. I got through the academy purely on brains. Can’t fight my way out of a paper bag but I can diagnose an ear infection at 20 yards.”

“Says the girl who tackled that Gally guy into next cycle,” said Huhuma, chuckling.

“Okay, fair enough. Maybe I got some fight in me somewhere,” Jane smiled at her. Then she noticed the rest of the Indoprime looking at her, Marrin smirking, the boys just with a blank stair on their faces. Jane covered her face with her drink as she took a long sip.

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Their respective breaks ended, and everyone returned to their stations. Huhuma went to her office to finish a paper she’d been working on, leaving Jane to take stock of the equipment in med bay. She went down the checklist on her work pad, counting off items as she went.

3 emergency med kits with body stabilizers, check.

6 dozen microscopic sutures, check.

4 short wave laser scalpels… not check, there were only 2 there.

Thats odd, where’d they go? Jane thought. She’d grabbed one just the other day to get that pipe out of Simms the Gally, and she was sure she’d set it back to recharge, but now it and a second were missing from their slots in the port.

Jane hit a button on her work pad.

“Computer, has anyone checked out equipment from the med bay storage?”

[Negative]

“Crap.”

Jane knocked on the doctor’s office door. It hissed open, and Doctor Huhuma looked up from her computer. Her tail flicked behind her.

“What is it Jane?”

“I was doing the inventory out there and it looks like two of the laser scalpels got misplaced or something.”

“Are you sure you put it back from the Gally incident?”

“100% sure, and it’s not just that one, two are missing from the kits. If someone came in here and took them, those can be used as knives or weapons or…”

Jane’s imagination was overclocking at an alarming rate. Suddenly she was in the midst of a mutiny and pirates were taking over the ship, or someone used a scalpel to cut a hole in the ship and let all the oxygen rush out, or…

Jane took a deep breathe.

“Jane, calm down. I’m sure it’s just a clerical error, but what do you say we send a report to the captain and the security chief, okay?” Huhuma came out from behind her desk and put a hand on Jane’s shoulder. “You okay in there?��

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just… this is my first posting out of the academy, and I really wanted it to go well. I’m really glad now that you got the division head job, because I don’t think I could handle the pressure if I get done in from just inventory being off.” Jane chuckled weakly.

“Everything is going to be fine. We’ll report the issue to the captain and Chief Ducane, they’ll sort it out. But maybe we’ll change the code to the medicine cabinet too, just to be safe,” Huhuma walked on light feet to the storage room and began typing commands into the pad on the door. It tripped and beeped and glowed green, accepting the changes. “There, all done. And I’ll report that to the captain as well. Just be ready to assist the nurses with this if they need anything from in there, alright?”

She’s so nice, Jane thought. So in control of her shit. Kind of jealous actually.

“Thanks Doctor,” Jane said.

“Please, you can just call me Huhuma if we’re not in surgery,” she said laughing softly.

“Thanks, Huhuma.” Jane felt a blush coming on again, so she quickly turned and got back to her duties. The good doctor went back to her office, most likely to inform the captain of their inventory issue. All was quiet in med bay for the rest of the shift.

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As much as she enjoyed having a meal with the Indoprime troupe on the ship, Jane chose to have a quiet dinner by herself in the mess hall that evening. She hit the vending machine, got a nice pasta dinner with a savory red sauce, and sat down at a corner table to read a medical journal on her work pad while she ate.

She’d just opened what she’d hoped to be an interesting article about new lumbar puncture procedures for different species when some ruckus caught her attention. Someone in a yellow communication division uniform apparently hadn’t chewed their food all the way, and seemed to be choking.

“Someone call med bay!”

Fuck, Jane thought.

She was once again on the move with no real conscious thought about it. A crowd had formed around the victim, blocking Jane from her newest patient.

“Move, move, I’m a doctor, please can you GET THE HELL OUT OF MY DAMN WAY!?” She hollered, progressively louder as she elbowed and shoved her way through the throng of people. Hearing her shout, the crowd parted and gave her the space she needed. Jane got to the man, prone of the floor, and rolled him over. He was a Scrib, a bipedal humanoid, bald, pale pink skin now turning blue. Thankfully Jane was very familiar with their anatomy.

“He’s not choking, this is anaphylactic shock, probably something he ate.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“His airway is closed, he can’t breath. His anatomy is basically the same as a human’s though, so I can probably fix it with…”

The Scrib’s eyes were glazing over by now and they slowly closed. His lips were a fair shade of blue.

“Fuck it, no choice,” Jane grabbed for the nearest table, slapping a tray of food to the floor. Thankfully the steak knife she’d spotted before was within reach. “First one of you to cry about this doesn’t get any good drugs for the rest of the mission,” she called out while slicing the man’s trachea open.

“Straw, pen, ANYTHING AT ALL?!” She shouted at the onlookers. They scrambled around frantically, coming up with the odd bendy straw from god knows where. Jane slowly inserted the straw into the incision, listening for any wheezing or airway problems, back burner-ing the thought about how many possible infections she’d have to treat because of this mess.

“She’s killing him!” Someone cried.

“Shut up!” Jane shouted back. “Somebody had better already be getting the nurses in here!”

Jane straddled his prone figure, balling one fist up and putting her other hand on top, placing them on the Scrib’s chest.

“Starting compressions SOMEBODY COUNT!”

Nobody started counting.

Damnit. Old school it is.

“Uh uh uh uh, staying alive, staying alive,” Jane sang, compressing in time to the beat. The aliens around her were panicked, incoherent, and generally distracting.

“You’ll crush his sternum if you keep that up!”

“The Human is trying to kill him!”

Jane barely heard them.

“Broken ribs can heal, but we can’t treat a dead patient! Stop distracting me and shut up already!” Jane kept up the compressions. “Uh uh uh uh, staying alive, staying alive…”

Doctor Huhuma and the nurses crashed through the doors to the mess hall, gurney in tow, right as the Scrib man opened his eyes. He flailed weakly a bit before Jane calmed him down.

“You’re okay, you’ll be okay, but don’t try to breath through your mouth right now. Listen, listen to me, I had to open a small hole in your throat so you could get air in, so just stay calm. These guys are gonna get you to med bay and get you all fixed up, okay?”

The Scrib looked dazed and confused, but nodded anyway. He slowly touched the straw sticking out of his throat and looked Jane in the eye. Jane put a hand on his shoulder and he clutched it in his own.

“You’re going to be okay.” Jane said it slowly and deliberately, squeezing his hand, willing the idea into existence. Huhuma and the nurses came over and loaded him onto the gurney. He seemed distressed at the idea of separating from Jane but once she assured him she was coming along he relaxed. Or relaxed as much as he could with a hole in his throat.

At least the aliens in the mess hall had stopped screaming.

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“That was a brave thing you did today, Doctor Shaw.”

Captain Skitch had arrived in the med bay not long after the Scrib man had finished surgery. Jane had gotten to close up the incision herself after they’d administered epinephrine and he’d gotten his air way open again.

The insectoid captain had never heard of anaphylactic shock before, so when they explained it, he was stunned.

“It was nothing Captain. Scrib biology is basically just smaller human anatomy, so the two are close enough that I could wing it without a problem.”

“Absolutely not, that man would have died if not for you,” Huhuma interrupted. “I never would have thought of that. Leave it to humans to figure out that more damage would be the fix.” She laughed that hearty laugh again from deep in her chest. Jane enjoyed it.

“I’m putting you in for a commendation, Doctor Shaw. Doing your job or not, that was nothing short of miraculous. And I’m sure Ensign Mirn would agree with that.” The captain gestured to the Scrib, Mirn, now peacefully asleep on a recovery lounge.

The captain left, but not before hearing about the two missing lasers, saying he’d look into it further.

Jane dropped into a chair. She realized she’d never actually gotten to eat anything for dinner, and was starving, but the last thing she wanted to do now was eat.

Huhuma dragged a chair over to her and sat down beside her.

“Busy day, huh?”

The sheer simplicity of the question made Jane burst into laughter, so much so that her sides ached and there was more than one tear in her eyes. Huhuma joined her, and together they filled the med bay with stupid, laughing relief.

“You know,” Jane started as the giggle fits died down, “I was actually bored this morning. Like bored bored, like I was daydreaming about hostile takeovers of the ship bored.”

“I know, you were looking at the same file on the computer for 20 minutes without blinking.”

“Shut up, I was not.” Jane laughed again.

“Anyway, that was this morning. After all that with ensign Mirn, I think it’s good. Being bored I mean. Like, we’re the doctors, if we’re busy it’s probably not a good thing, right?”

“You’re not wrong there. Just remember, the ship hasn’t even been out a week yet. There’s still plenty of time for things to get… interesting.” Huhuma bumped her shoulder into hers, smiling. Jane could feel another blush coming on.

What is with me lately? She thought. A cute monkey lady smiles at me and suddenly I’m a teenager all over again!

“Well anyway,” Jane said, getting up before her face got redder, “it’s getting late, and now I’m too exhausted to eat, so I’m just going to go sleep until the end of time.”

“You’ll be here on time or I’ll come get you.”

Damn, not getting out of here without blushing.

“You got it, boss. Good night.”

“Good night, Jane.”

Jane rushed down the halls to her quarters. This job was going to be anything but boring it seemed.

[oggirlboss]

༺ ♰ ༻ bunny girl! ༺ ♰ ༻

pairing[s]: levi ackerman x bunny hybrid!reader and hanji zöe x being weird and chaotic and unhinged and adorable and alive

warning[s]: violence, possessiveness, and non-consensual experimentation with physically altering substances.

note[s]: did i spend all night writing this? yes. do i regret it? not yet. yolo.

word count: 2.7 k

"shut the fuck up about it, hanji!!" the dark haired captain slammed his fists against the lab table, sending papers flying and shattering a half-filled beaker. he was completely fuming, eyes livid and teeth bared. he had never felt this disgusting, nothing had made him feel more violated than what hanji had proposed to him. but instead of feeling shame or guilt, he felt angry. he wanted to lash out, destroy something that mattered, make a fucking difference in something. everything already felt like it was falling apart and he was only doing his best to hold himself together. something vile twisted in his gut, churning his insides into molten mush. even looking at hanji reminded him of his grievous mistake. he never should have trusted them with such sensitive information about his sex life. he tensed before looking for the next item to throw.

 hanji popped up from behind a filing cabinet to tilt their head lovingly in levi's direction, either entirely oblivious to his rage, or taking an absurd delight in it. perhaps they thought that this was a game. they began giggling before seeking cover as levi threw a scalpel at them from across the room, cautiously craning their head to watch as the blade soared across the space separating them, embedding itself into the wall a few inches from hanji's eye. they scurried back into levi's line of sight for a second, narrowly avoiding the next object he threw at them. "make me!" hanji taunted.

levi's voice was grating, hurting him with every word he spoke. he took great care to be direct and concise in his wording, knowing that hanji would do everything in their power to turn his words against him. each syllable rang out, chilling hanji to their core. "i'm going to fucking kill you." hanji was well aware that levi made no empty threats. but the sheer terror of the situation never set in on them. instead of shaking in fear, they felt guilty for starting a fight that caused their close friendship with levi hang in the balance.

"i thought i was doing what you wanted, levi." they spoke softly, knowing that he was capable of hearing them over the melee. the activation of his ackerman genes lead his senses (specifically hearing) being heightened. "i'm sorry." their sudden apology startled levi. "i never would have done it if you didn't tell me about it." levi halted his attack against the mad scientist. he should have known that hanji's gesture had come from the goodness of their own heart. his features contorted as he buried his face in his hands. he should have let it go. he should have been able to let it slide. he should have known that hanji would do anything if they thought it could made levi happy. even if it meant overstepping his boundaries.

"no, hanji. i'm sorry." he spoke as he carefully navigated the debris coating the lab room floor, steering clear of the shattered glass and spilled liquids. he lifted hanji from where they were curled in a nest of important filing papers, dusting off their coat and smoothing the wrinkles out of their collar. "it's my fault. i never should have told you about it."

"no. no. no. it was my fault for taking the initiative." hanji rested their hand over their heart. "i should have waited until you asked me for help. i shouldn't have made the potion without your consent. can you find it inside yourself to forgive me?"

"it's okay and i forgive you." levi was secretly glad they were able to reach a resolution. more than anything, he felt relieved that this incident wouldn't spread to affect anyone outside of them. "now we can destroy the potion, and put this all behind us."

"yeah, um." hanji nervously fidgeted with their fingernails. their heart pounded in their chest, unable to look levi in the eyes any longer. "about that." their expression was painful for levi to witness. he knew it meant trouble for him. and trouble always resulted in more paperwork for him. "i've already put it in use." hanji amused themself by worrying at the dead skin that clung to their bottom lip.

levi was at a loss for words. his grip on hanji's collar tightened slowly. "explain to me what you did. very clearly."

"well," hanji gulped. "just a few hours ago, at breakfast, i saw a very clear opportunity to mess with [y/n]'s tea, originally i thought about putting a frog in it, but i thought that was too cruel. no creature deserves to boil to death in a substance that's 97% earl grey and 3% [y/n]'s backwash."

as much as he knew that he shouldn't take the bait, levi bit the bullet and spoke his mind. "why do you know that?"

hanji shrugged, grateful for the opportunity to distract levi from his mounting murderous intent. "just curious i suppose. but that is an entirely different experiment. on that day, i was taking a walk through the garden and i had the most peculiar thought. i was considering how to best catalogue the flora and fauna of the area and compose all the information into a book of what was edible and what wasn't when i started to wonder about other things." hanji gulped, their voice becoming more strained by the minute. "i was like, gee! hanji! i wonder how many models i could make of our friends phlegm globs? and so i collected a crowbar from the closet and lodged it down moblit's throat as-" levi's hand was quick as lightning, moving from hanji's collar to their throat. he just hoped hanji got the message that the longer they continued to stall, the tighter his grip would clamp down on their windpipe.

"i don't care about that and you know it. tell me what you did with the goddamn potion."

hanji proceeded with their story, carefully trying to croak out the words. "i had a perfect shot! i figured that since nobody was looking at me, and i conveniently had the potion in my pocket that it must have been fate! and my hand slipped over her drink." hanji tried to rub the back of their neck but levi just smacked their hand down. "so, she already drank it, and..." hanji careened in levi's grip to get a better look at the clock hanging on the opposite wall. "it should be going into effect any minute now."

levi inhaled slowly. each second they spent in silence was torture for hanji. they knew each breath they breathed could very well be their last with someone as lethal as levi ackerman prepped to kill them. levi's eyes closed as he contemplated his next words, the shame and disgust surfacing inside of him again. "i take it back. i take it all back. i am going to fucking kill you." hanji made a noise that didn't sound human as levi tightened his grip, choking the life out of them.

"l-levi!" they gasped, spittle flying as they spoke. thank god the door burst open when it did. the hallway light spilled into the decrepit room, illuminating the chaos surrounding where the two sole occupants of the room stood. hanji couldn't have been more excited to look upon the face of their savior, while levi slowly craned his neck around to view the person intruding while he was in the process of committing murder. the incoming light was blinding, obscuring the person standing in the doorway into a dark, human shaped figure. levi didn't realize who it was until they spoke.

"levi, i don't feel too good." your voice sounded pitiful. you gripped your stomach tightly as you entered the room, broken glass making dreadful sounds as you walked closer to him.

his grip on hanji's throat slackened, giving them an opportunity to fall to the floor and gasp for breath. he approached meeting you in the middle of the room. his hands cupped your jaw, searching your face for something wrong. "hey, what's wrong?"

you sniffled. "you weren't in your office. i looked for you and you weren't there."

"i know." he spoke softly, still examining you. "what else is it?" you threw your head back as a bought of nausea hit you. levi wasn't even doing anything wrong and you were already frustrated with him. irritable didn't even begin to describe how you were reacting.

"head hurts. stomach aches. i feel hot everywhere and i've got the chills. i'm sick." hanji rolled over from where they were sprawled on the floor, they scratched at their temple as they made their thinking face.

"it might be something slightly more than sick." levi spared a glance at them.

"what was that?" you ask, tilting your head.

"nothing!" levi startled himself with how loud he spoke. he tried his best to mask his stress. "absolutely nothing. i am going to get you into bed, and you-" he pointed at hanji, his eyes showing what true hell would await them when they next met. "will stay put until i return." levi ushered you out and into the hallway, hurrying you along to your own room. you, however, weren't cooperating. your movements were sluggish and your reactions were slow. blood was rushing through your ears, making it hard to concentrate and listen to what levi was saying. the both of you were hardly any closer to your barracks. it was a miracle that you had made it all the way to hanji's lab without collapsing to begin with. having to trek all the way back to your room seemed like an impossible feat. you stopped moving, holding onto levi as you felt yourself sway.

"your bed is closer, can i stay there for a bit?" you hiccupped as you stumbled over your own feet.

levi's face heated, but he did his best to remain composed. "of course. of course. take your time." with his hands resting on your arm, he escorted you to his office, guiding you to the private bedroom that was connected to it. he ripped back his tightly tucked sheets and helped you to get situated beneath them. before leaving, he spread his nicest blanket over you.

"come back soon." you whispered as he softly closed the door behind him. he breathed a sigh of relief, which was short lived as he remembered who had been the cause of his. before he even knew it, he was back in hanji's lab, hoisting them up against the wall by their throat.

hanji held both their hands up in submission. "you know, i really thought we were over this."

"what's going on with [y/n]? don't bother deflecting, just tell me what you know."

"the potion would do exactly what you said you wanted! it's not like i had it in stock, or whatever. i made it specially for your use. took a lot of experimenting though. you think [y/n] is in bad shape? you should check on moblit. he's still out of it and it's been four days? on a related note, did you know that bunnies are incapable of vomiting?" levi struck the wall directly beside hanji's face, startling them back on track. "it's just like you said! after this potion, she'll hop right into your bed!" hanji threw their head back and laughed while levi stared in abject horror. 

before he knew it, he was back inside of his office, staring at the door that separated him from his room. from his bed. from you. he eased the door open, lurking in the doorway as he thought about what awaited him inside the dark room. you, sleepy and curled tightly into the bedding. like a perfect dream. stepping over the threshold had never been easier. 

what awaited him was anything but what he had conjured in his imagination.

his sheets were strewn haphazardly across the bed, his blanket long discarded on the floor. the layers of your clothing seemed to have been thrown around the room at random. white undershirt laying by the door, pants by the window, your panties hanging over the edge of the bed. but there you were, prettily propped up with your face shoved into his pillow, muffling all your cute noises, your ass in the air, on display for his eyes only. but that wasn't what got his attention.

instead of that, it was a perfectly round cotton tail that kept him from looking away. your body was convulsing, chest heaving as your middle and ring fingers were plunging in and out of your soaked cunt. you ignored your clit entirely, feeling so close to bursting that even slightest brush of skin against your bundle of nerves would send you over the edge. you settled for the brutal drag of your fingers inside of your walls, and even though it was painful, you continued to search for that high. you sobbed and cried tears of frustration, shifting your as as you searched for a better angle to crook your fingers, causing the little cotton tail to sway.

levi's throat seized up, his pants tightening. he must have coughed or made some noise to alert you of his presence because you immediately ceased all movement. your fingers abandoned your wet pussy, fingers dripping with slick. you pressed your hands into the mattress on both sides of your, pushing yourself up off the bed until you were on all fours. your breaths came in quick succession, you felt like you were jumping out of your skin. turning to meet the stoic captain's gaze, your heart raced further. sparing him a heart stopping smirk, you shook your head a little, causing your droopy bunny ears to move with you.

"levi." you sighed. "help me."

levi could not move. this is hell. he thought. he must have died. he must be in hell.

you whined at his lack of motion. shifting slowly across the bed, you pulled yourself up entirely until you were resting on your knees at the foot of the bed. beckoning him closer with both hands. he obeyed. with your hands exploring his chest, levi didn't think he could contain himself much further. the flat surface of your palms rested against the hard planes of his lower stomach, getting closer and closer to dangerous territory. you tilted your head back, lips pouting. 

"kiss me. i want your mouth. i want to know how it tastes." you became more pained with each second he spent ignoring your pleas. inside, levi was a raging storm of self-doubt. it would be easier to give in. just accept it. he can't undo what has already been done. sealing his fate permanently, he knotted his fingers into your hair, securing his grip against the back of your head. your face contorted in pain, those bunny ears of yours twitched for god's sake. placing your hands upon his shoulders, you tried your best to keep him at a distance as the tug at your scalp became more insistent. 

"if we're being honest, i've wondered the same thing about you on one or more occasions." he leaned forward closing the space between you, guiding your lips to slot against his. the lips touching yours were softer than you could have dreamed.

"levi." you didn't know what else to say. carefully tugging him closer as you leaned back, pulling him closer as you settled back onto his bed. "i'm aching for you." your lips abandoned his, tracing the sharp curve of his jawline and resting upon his pulse point before retreating back to his lips. "my tongue feels swollen and my lips are raw." a high pitched moan emerged from you. "don't stop touching me. please."

"i wouldn't dream of it, little bunny."

[phoenixblaze1412]

i-i-i-i-i-i wantttt another father dottore content 😢😢😢 may i ask for a child!reader cursing in front of our father? maybe a segment cursed in front of us and we just.. copy that curse word lmaoaoa. thank you in advance!

-🧊

No-no Word.

Now, Zandik established a rule among the rest of his segments that no one is allowed to cuss whenever you're in the room.

The no-no words. That's what your father calls it. Every single cuss or swear word that exists within his and his segments' vocabulary is not allowed to be said within your hearing range.

"But why am I not allowed to say these no-no words, papa?"

"Because, my sweet, these words can only be used by adults. You are still too young to say these and I don't want your innocence of the world to be tainted with bad things."

Yes, the segments follow the rules.

But sometimes, they just can't seem to keep their mouths shut.

Mostly Iota, Theta, Beta, Gamma, and Delta.

How lucky of you that they will be taking care of you for the whole day while your father is being called to a meeting with the rest of the harbingers.

The segments agreed on how many hours they each will take when watching over you.

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With Iota:

You were in your father's office, busying yourself as you you doodled on a piece of paper with a pencil that Iota handed you. Iota, on the other hand, was organising each reports based on their importance.

He was already annoyed at how incompetent his fellow clones are. Not even sorting out the reports they handed to him in the proper order. Even their writings are hard to understand!

With a huff, he went to rewrite the reports of the others to something much more readable for Zandik to understand. Moving his arm a bit, he didn't notice he knocked over the ink bottle. Said bottle toppled over a few documents, ink spilling down and staining the reports.

"Fuck!"

Iota cursed out as he quickly picked the ink bottle up and went to quickly fix the mess that was created. He knew he would be scolded if Zandik found out about his mistake.

Once the mess on the desk has been cleaned, aside from the ink stained reports, Iota let out a relieved sigh. It's okay if the reports are smudged a lot as long as there isn't any ink stain on the harbinger's desk then he is okay.

"Fuck!"

Iota quickly turned around to face you when he heard your voice say that one word. His eyes widening in shock as he quickly went over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"No no no! You must not say that, mutt!"

"Fuck!"

Ah shit..

-----

With Gamma and Delta:

You were immediately dropped off at the laboratory by Iota. You heard the segment saying something along the lines of 'if it's not with me then it's not my problem anymore'.

Gamma was the first one to notice your presence as he grinned before quickly picking you up in his arms and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Little flame! You're just in time. Come now, let's put a lab coat on you so you won't get any chemicals spilled on your fragile self."

You were sat upon a stool, safety goggles placed upon your eyes as you watched the chemicals in the beaker bubbling from the hotplate. Delta was taking notes of the chemicals while Gamma stood beside you with a bored look.

"Delta, can we heighten the flames to make this thing go faster? Or maybe add more fire? Fire is good."

"No. Too much heat pressure can cause something bad."

"But we've been waiting for an hour already! (Y/n) is already bored!"

Not really. You were too busy staring at how pretty the liquid in the beaker was, liking the color.

"No, Gamma. We have to wait for two more hours. That's what the instructions said."

Letting out a huff of annoyance, Delta turned around and went to check on the supplies, leaving you and Gamma for a while. With Delta away from you two, Gamma grinned in delight before glancing at you and placing a finger to his lips to be quiet. You nodded in understanding, placing a finger to your own lips as a sign that you're quiet.

You watched as Gamma turned the heat to the highest level. The chemicals beginning to form bubbles at a very alarming speed as the beaker began to shake and move around the hotplate. Both you and Gamma stared curiously at the beaker, wondering why it's rattling too much until you both heard Delta come back.

"Gamma, what the fuck did you do--"

Before Delta could finish his sentence, a large explosion erupted in the lab. Gamma had you in his arms, shielding you away from the glass shards of the beaker. Delta quickly went to turn on the air vents to quickly remove the smoke that clouded inside the room. Once the smoke disappeared, Delta was glaring at Gamma with his arms crossed.

"You pyromaniac fuck! I told you to leave the heat on its current state!"

"It's your fault for choosing something so boring to do!"

"Me?! This was literally fucking assigned to us!"

"Fuck!"

You like saying the new word. It feels like a catchphrase the segments would say. But Delta and Gamma were not having it.

"No! Bad (Y/n)! Don't repeat that!"

"My sweet little firecracker please don't say that!"

"Fuck!"

The two segments could only stare at each other in pure horror. Knowing it was futile to stop you from repeating that word.

"We are so dead."

"Not me, you were the one cursing a lot, Delta."

"Fu-- shut it!"

-----

With Theta and Beta:

You were eating your favourite sweets, courtesy of Epsilon, with Theta and Beta sitting on the floor in front of you. Both of them were already done with their assigned tasks so what else could they be doing but cause mischief instead?

"Alright, dumbass. Have you been cursing well?"

"Must you call the little angel a dumbass, Theta?"

"Meh, not my fault they ate a tomato and thought it was an apple."

Theta could only snicker as he glanced in your direction, pulling you over to his lap and poking your cheek.

"Now. Repeat after me. Say fuck."

"Fuck!"

"Good. Looks like you can already say that well. Now, what does that word mean?"

"When I had a very happy and good time."

Beta handed you another sweet as a prize, a grin spread across his face.

"You know, the others were panicking because the little angel has been saying 'fuck' the whole day."

"Well they're a bunch of idiots. Alright, kid. Say 'shit'."

"Sheeeet?"

"Close enough, kid."

"Lord Harbinger is going to be very upset if he finds out his child started cursing at a young age, Theta."

"Don't worry, Beta. We'll just blame it on the others."

-----

"Papa! You were taking too long!"

You ran towards your father, your arms reaching out to him as you were picked up right away. The other segments talking amongst themselves, relieved that their tasks for the day were done and they could do whatever they wish.

"Forgive me, little one. The Jester has a lot of thinngs to discuss about. How was your day while I was busy, hm?"

"It was good! I had fuck!"

The sound of glass shattering to the floor could be heard throughout the room as your father, and the rest of the segments could only stare at you in shock. You could only tilt your head to the side, wondering why everyone is suddenly staring at you as if you did something wrong.

"Where did you learn that word, little one?"

"I heard it from the others!"

From that sentence alone, Zandik immediately turned to his segments and glared at each and every one of then.

"You incompetent fools! I gave one simple rule to follow and you lot can't even follow it?!"

"Eh? Why are you angry papa? Doesn't fuck mean you're having a good and happy time? Theta and Beta said it's like fun but with more pizzazz."

At the mention of the two segments' names, everyone's eyes turned to said clones. Beta could only laugh nervously while Theta rubbed the nape of his neck and looking away. Zandik clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked at you and gave you a small smile.

"I suppose but promise me not to say that word again, little one. That is a no-no word."

You could only cover your mouth in shame, not knowing you had been saying a bad word the whole day and thought it was just another term for fun. You immediately nodded your head to your father's words, promising not to say such things again.

"Good. Now run along to your room. I'll have to deal with something before I tuck you to bed, alright?"

"Okay papa!"

With that, you immediately left the office and back to your room, leaving the others to themselves. A scowl immediately appeared on Zandik's face as he glared at Theta and Beta.

"You two have some explaining to do."

"Run Beta, run!"

"Get back here!"

"We are so sorry!!"

[aliveinacoffin]

Miguel O'Hara fluff

A spider-reader has the fattest crush on Miguels fat ass.

And maybe he does too.

Have a crush on your ass, not his.

Also more than likely ooc but we both know if you're here you don't mind. (I'm so sorry)

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"I do not!" You huffed out, throwing your arms up.

"Oh come on, literally everyone here has noticed your thing for Miguel." Jess laughed, setting her hip on the table while she looked through her watch.

"Even if I do, he one hundred percent doesn't feel the same." You sighed, setting your feet down from the metal table. Your spider eyes wide and to the sky, your mask hid the deep frown you had.

Jess looked up to you, and even though she couldn't see your face, she could tell that you were upset. You didn't bounce back to your usual positivity and silliness, instead replaced by silence.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just teasing you." She rubbed your shoulder affectionately.

"I know, thanks mom." You brushed her hand away, chuckling airily. Getting up you leaned over the table to oversee all the science-y papers that had accrued.

"On the tone of mom...."

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"It's so cute! Jess is really excited to have a baby. I just wished she hadn't told me her and her husband have been trying for awhile." You said.

"Good for her! I'll have to ask her more about it later." Sun spider, or Charlotte as you've come to know her, said. She already had been jotting everything down in her notebook for the Spider-Weekly, a weekly magazine made for the spiders in the verse, by the other spiders.

It wouldn't make front page, maybe somewhere in the drama section.

"Yeah, she's really excited to be a mom." You had your back turned, your attention focused solely on following the recipe to make more web. You didn't notice the door open to the private lab, or Sun-Spider panicking to do something 'important.'

"Whose excited to be a mother?" A deep voice growled out, commanding in the way the question was asked.

"Jess! Haven't you-" You turned around, the smirk you wore dropped when you saw him.

Miguel.

Miguel O'Hara, or Spiderman 2099 stood towering over you, serious face and a deadly look in his eyes.

He was always so deadpanned, Miguel always wanted spiders to focus on missions and missions only. He never liked gossip, and any time you came in to spill the tea, he did everything in his power to ignore you. Which is why recently you had to go to new avenues, like Sun-spider. It wasn't like she wasn't your friend, you two just weren't that close.

"Uhhh, Jeeeeess???" You winced out. You weren't really I'm the mood to get scolded at, especially not with company. But leaning over, you saw that Sun had abandoned you.

Miguel's eyebrows went up a fraction, such a fast and small movement that if you hadn't been staring at him you wouldn't have noticed.

"I wasn't aware of that." He simply stated, looking over to see what you were doing. He called out your name, quickly taking the vials you were holding.

"Hey! I was working on that." You leaned over to see what he was doing, encroaching on his personal space, his weird hologram suit fizzing gently against your felt one.

"Well, you were doing it wrong, mensa." Miguel said, annoyed. So annoyed that he had to help you doing such a simple task.

"Hey! I may be a no sabo kid, but I know what that means, pendejo." You huffed out, you watched him quickly mix together a variety of liquids and chemicals. Quickly transferring and stirring each step of the way.

"Of course you'd know all the curse words." His brown eyes met yours, a bored look on his face.

"I do not! I know like, simple shit. Yo comprendo un pocito tambíen, cara de caca." You cackled, turning around to hang up your lab coat.

You missed the way he hung his head and smiled, holding back a silent chuckle.

"¿Sí? Veo que eres bilingüe." Miguel straighted his hunched over form, looking to you over his shoulder.

You stared at him, slowly piecing together what he said. "Hey kiss my ass!" You threw a random manilla folder at him.

He caught it before anything could spill out, surprisingly fast for a man with no spidey senses.

"I'd rather not."

You rolled your eyes at his serious response, and came over back to the table. "Thanks! Though, could've totally done this myself." You shrugged, putting out an overconfident personality.

"Yeah, that's why it wasn't on the verge of exploding. How you managed that is beyond me." Miguel shook his head, rolling his eyes. Watching you refil your web slinger.

Silence filled the room while you completed the simple task, the air tense.

"You haven't come to me in a while. I thought you went AWOL." He said, simple words you were waiting for him to utter.

"W-well. I've been turning in my reports on time. Just as long and descriptive as always." You shrugged, not meeting his intense gaze.

"That's not what I meant."

He meant the fact that you hadn't come to his office to complain the the printer wasn't working, or that the morning was horrid as always, or the drama in the office.

The truth? You started to look forward to speaking to him, seeking it to quell the loneliness that was left after the butterflies. You started to avoid the feeling of your fave heating and the speed of your heart, knowing that the stoic man would literally never feel the same.

"I just-got...busy?" It was more of a question than a statement, unsure of your answer.

"How? You've done nothing but prance around as usual."

Okay, um wow, ick.

Just kidding, his ass was too fat to get the ice.

"Hey! I'm a busy spider person! I have many, spider things to do." You were waving your hands around. You turned on your heel, going to walk out before a strong hand literally covered your shoulder.

"Wait, did I....do something?" Miguels voice drastically changed, stern to soft in seconds. His eyes were searching yours too.

"I-no, it's just. I don't know man, I'm sorry." You admitted, eyes looking down while you played with your hands.

"If-if I did something, you should come to me to fix it, as your superior you should always report to me." Miguel said, sliding his hand off your shoulder, and his usual face of stoicism came sliding back on.

That as well, Miguel was technically your boss, the man you scouted you out and now that you work under.

"I know. That...this doesn't have to do with that."

"Then what-what is impending your work." He was stretching, you knew that, but you couldn't just tell him, hey I'm totally in love with you but I know you don't feel the same so that's why I'm avoiding you!

Things don't work that way.

"Nothing it's just...it's nothing really, it's fine." You turn back around, missing the way Miguel reached out to stop you.

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A ding made Miguel O'Hara look up from the feed he was watching. He turned behind him, looking at the new report that just came in. It was from you.

Miguel filed it away from later.

He had once complained to you how long they were, and how he didn't need to know every detail. You made a point after that to make them even longer and lengthier.

He would never, never admit it out loud, but he liked to read them just before bed. He loved your writing, how he could just step in and be there, like he was there with you, fighting alongside you.

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"Miguel?" Your voice was unsure, timid. You couldn't see the platform he was usually brooding on, and you stepped out to try and find him.

Your face dropped to an annoyed when you saw him slowly descending from his throne.

"When are you gonna make that thing faster?" You called out.

"I do it so it so my work isn't disturbed further." Miguel said pointedly. You climbed up the platform when it got close enough, pushing away the floating screens from your face.

"I brought you lunch! I didn't see you at the cafeteria so..." You shook the box, and put it down on his desk.

The awkward silence hung on the air again, before you couldn't bear it, but the beating of your heart made you falter.

The sight of Miguels' handsome face and built body made your heart pound and stomach twist.

You mentally slapped your face before you took a deep breath in.

"So did you hear about plush spider-man and Toy Spiderman?"

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"You should return to your universe." Miguel had waited until the two of settled in silence to say something. Usually, you ranted for awhile before you were called into a mission.

But this time, nothing pulled either of you away. And Miguel listened while you talked, it was mostly you anyway. At first when you started to bug the older man, you didn't know if he was listening or not, but you saw how his ears perked up and how he'd subtly remind you of details of stories that you'd told.

"Woowwww, you're kicking me out? I'm not that annoying, am I?' You looked up at him from where you were hanging, a fake hurt look coming to your face.

"You are, and you should leave." He didn't even look back to you, only reading some article or report.

"Miggyyyyy." You called out for him. He hated it when you used that nickname, but you loved watching him shake his head.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and watched what he was doing with your head on his shoulder. A massive shit eating grin decorated your face as he tensed and glared at you. You ignored your racing heart and hot face just to see the look on his.

He didn't push you off there, merely pausing for a moment before resuming his work. "You know I hate that nickname, it's annoying and unprofessional."

"Unprofessional? Because we're all a super serious business, a super legit business too." You laughed.

Miguel rolled his eyes, they constantly flick from your face to his work.

"Whatcha doiiinn." You rested your chin on his head, quickly getting bored.

"Working. Like you should be doing." He said, exasperated.

You made a fart sound, "Working is for nerds, me? I'm a cool guy." You walked away from him, getting ready to jump off the platform before you looked back at him. Shocked to see he was staring at you.

There was silence, again. Something so unusual for you two, for you.

"Yeah?" You asked, timid.

"Theres...." Miguel stood up, turning to you fully. "Lunch, tomorrow. Would you...like to go out for lunch tomorrow? There's a special going on at some place downtown, and I thought it'd be something that you'd enjoy."

You blinked owlisly at him, this was so...out of character for him. And he seemed apprehension, like every word he said was like pulling teeth. His fave seemed more red, his skin making it more apparent since he already had a reddish undertone.

"I-I'd love to! I mean," You cleared your throat, and stood up straight, putting on a serious persona, "Yeah sure its whatever." You snifged, wiping your nose to try and look cool.

Miguel gave you a blank stare, but unlitmatly rolling his eyes to let out a chuckle. The sight was something to behold, especially from your serious leader.

"I'll see you tomorrow! And I expect you to be wearing people clothes, since we'll be going out as people!" You laughed, jumping down and running from the platform.

Miguel just let out a fond sigh as he watched you leave. And he turned around to Lyla giving him a smug look.

He scowled, "I don't want a word from you."

She mimicked zipping her lips closed, smirking.

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[sunny-sidee-upp]

People Pleaser

Fandom: Rick and Morty

Ship: Rick Sanchez x f!Reader (2nd Person POV)

Summary: You’re about to graduate high school and decide to throw a party to celebrate. You invite the entire senior class, including your crush, Rick Sanchez, who you’ve realized has begun to take interest in you.

Warnings: Smut, angst, whump

     With only a few days left before you graduated high school, you decided to not let your time go to waste and finally confess to your crush. 

     You stood in front of your locker, mentally hyping yourself up as you waited for the start of your fifth and last period of the day. Your plan was simple: "Accidentally" bump into your locker neighbor Rick on his way to class, drop your books, and out would spill your advanced calculus, physics, and astronomy homework. Instead of directly telling your classmate you wanted to go out with him, you would slowly and carefully convince him that you were the coolest person he had ever met.

     As you shuffled through your locker to get your plan ready, Rick approached and unlocked his locker. As he closed his, so did you, and your intricately planned fall commenced. As Rick turned to you, you pretended to head in the opposite direction as him, walking out in front of him and slamming into him. To others, you appeared to not see him, but you meticulously threw out your books and feigned a fall, the tall eighteen-year-old falling on top of you. What you hadn't planned on was hitting your chin roughly on the ground, and now you had a small gash that dripped onto the floor. 

     "Jesus Christ, (l/n), watch where you're going!" Rick propped himself up and sat back on his butt, noticing your blood pooling on your spilled schoolwork. "Oh, shit, are you okay?" You pushed yourself up by your elbows and gently touched your chin, wincing at the plan. "Uh..." Rick gently placed one hand on your back and the other on your hand, helping you stand up. "Thank you, I'm sorry about that." The two of you began to pick up your papers and books as you held your shirt up to soak up your blood. Rick looked over your papers and handed them back to you, saying, "Number 15 on your Physics homework is wrong."

     He handed you the paper and you barely glanced at the question before saying, "Thank you."

     "Stop saying that, I literally made you bust your face open. You've got nothing to be thankful for." You and Rick both eyed the last book on the ground, an Astronomy workbook, and bent down to pick it up at the same time. Your hands grazed each other, but Rick quickly snatched the book to hand it to you. He stared at your stained chin and asked, "Do you need help cleaning that up?" Despite having full ability to treat the wound yourself, you said "yes", and Rick grabbed you by the sleeve and dragged you to the men's bathroom. 

     "Hey, wait, I can't go in here!"

     "Don't care. Sit on the counter." He let go of your sleeve and you did as you were told, setting your books beside you. A freshman was using a urinal and seemed not to notice you until he turned around, freezing and blushing. Rick glared at him and asked, "What are you looking at?" The teen gulped and pulled up his pants, running out of the bathroom without washing his hands.

     Rick reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a mini first-aid kit, equipped with tweezers, gauze, alcohol wipes, and gauze tape - everything he needed for you. First, he cleaned the tweezers with a wipe and used them to pull out a piece of fuzz and a small splinter of tile that had lodged itself in your skin. As he stood between your legs and breathed so close to your face, you couldn't help but blush and feel your heart beat faster than it already had been. 

     Once Rick pulled out the debris, he cleaned off your chin with another wipe, causing you to wince slightly, then taped the gauze to your skin. He stared into your wide eyes for a moment before he stepped back and cleared his throat, saying, "That should do it. Don't let it happen again, you made me late for class." And so, the teen rushed off to class, leaving you to place a hand on your heart and try to calm your breathing. This isn't at all what you intended, yet, it was so much better.

     The next day in your sixth-period class (Your schedule ran 1-5 on A days and 6-10 on B days), you sat at Rick's table as usual in AP Calculus, right across from him. He looked up and asked, "How's your chin?"

     "Huh? Oh, it's doing better. It was sore for a bit, but that's gone now."

     "Cool." The rest of the class, the two of you were silent, working on your last project of the year. The only thing you had left to do for calculus was to finish your missing work, one assignment of which was especially difficult. You spent the entire class working on this assignment, and twenty minutes before the bell rang, you were stuck on the last question. Rick noticed as you stared down at the page and crossed out half an hours worth of work. You drummed your pencil on your desk and bounced your leg, hoping that maybe pattern recognition would save you. And it did, just not your own.

     Rick took his folder out of his school back and flipped through it, removing a packet and sliding it towards you. Before you could say "thank you", he said, "Shut up and take it." Although he had interrupted you, you couldn't help but overthink a bit about what he said. His tone was aggressive but also friendly. As you checked your work with his, you started fantasizing about what Rick had just said to you. "Shut up and take it" was such a rude phrase, but it sounded vaguely sexual to you. "Stop it," you told yourself. "Your plan hasn't succeeded yet, you don't know what he's thinking about you." 

     When you were finished, you passed the packet back to Rick, but you realized that while you were daydreaming, you accidentally doodled a small heart on his work. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice it, and the both of you turned in their packets as you left the class and parted ways. Your next class was art, and your group was finishing watching the second half of the first Home Alone movie.

     As you sat at your desk, your teacher announced that another class would be joining you because their teacher was proctoring a test and all of the substitutes were busy watching other classes. Soon, a group of fifteen students came into the room. The last student to enter was none other than Rick Sanchez, and the only empty seat in the room was right next to you. He sat beside you and pretended not to notice as you scrawled in your sketchbook. You had been drawing since you were very young, and despite pretending that your best subjects were science and math to get Rick's attention, art truly was your calling.

     After doodling for a bit, you started to work on a realistic drawing of the actor that played Kevin in Home Alone, Macauley Culkin. Your neighbor watched you silently as you looked back and forth between the projector and your sketchbook. You finished the drawing about ten minutes before class ended, and Rick cleared his throat, saying, "You're really talented." Not having noticed that he was watching you draw, you were a bit startled by his sudden compliment. You blushed hard, but thankfully the lights were off in the room so he couldn't see. 

     "Thank's again," you told him. "I know you get mad at me for saying that, but I mean it." Rick scoffed and said, "I don't get mad, just frustrated."

     "Why's that?"

     "Because you don't recognize your own worth." He looked away from you, but your eyes couldn't help but linger. He thought you were worth more than you thought you were? That had to mean something, right? And you were right. In Rick's mind, all he could think about was how embarrassed he was. "Doesn't recognize her own worth"? Of course she did, she had to. She was probably the smartest person in the school besides him, not to mention how skilled she was at art and how beautiful she was.

     "God, her beauty." That's all he could think about for months on end. Sometimes he would walk the long way home from school to see you run with the track team. He would think about how great you looked in your track uniform and how long and fast you could run without losing your balance or breath. He admired your stamina. 

     Suddenly, the bell rang for your eighth period and the two of you had to split ways. Rick helped pack up your things because you had lost track of time and all of your art supplies were scattered across your desk. You quickly thanked him and the two of you left the room, finding yourselves walking in the same direction. The walk together was silent and slightly awkward, so you dipped around a corner to find a bathroom and once again calm your racing heart.

     After a moment, you collected yourself and sped off to your class. The next day was an A day again, and you had second period, dual-credit astronomy, with Rick. You sat on opposite ends of the classroom, but every once in a while, you caught him staring at you. You hadn't done anything to progress your original plan, but something told you he had already fallen in deep.

     After class, you approached Rick as he put up his stuff, and said, "Hey, so... since it's the last day of senior year, I don't think I'm gonna get to see you again." He looked up at you with sparkling eyes, and trying to pretend he wasn't interested in talking to you, he said, "So?" You shifted uncomfortably between your feet and said, "Well, um... I'm throwing a party tomorrow night at my place 'cause my parents are going on a road trip up to the Rockies for a week. Can I hope to see you there?"

     "Will there be alcohol?"

     "Yes, and weed."

     "What time?"

     "6:00 - midnight."

     "I'll think about it." Rick left to go to his last class of the day, and you grinned wildly at yourself. You knew he would show up, the partying Rick you knew would never turn down drugs and alcohol.

     And so, the next day arrived in a flash, and the confetti left over from senior prank day was quickly repurposed for use in your family's large house. You had saved up enough cash to get yourself a fake ID and buy enough alcohol to kill seven Irishmen. You had also contacted your plug and baked three dozen edible brownies with strawberry icing and ordered 20 pizzas. From the gas station, you grabbed a bag of every other chip available and finally brought everything back to your house to set up. On your Instagram story, you temporarily blocked your parents and their alternative accounts from view and posted a photo of your snack, drug, and alcohol haul with the text, "Party at XXXXX Santa Maria BLVD house number XXX, 6-12, post up." Before the party, you ripped off your gauze bandages from your chin and smiled because the cut on your skin had grown much smaller and had barely bruised. Cleaning it off one more time, you waited for people to arrive at your house.

     It didn't take long for the message to spread around, and soon, almost half of the juniors and all of the seniors were at your doorstep, waiting to get their hands on what you had to offer. Everyone was let in, with only two rules: Don't break anything, and don't try to enter locked rooms. The locked rooms were your bedroom, your parent's room, your parent's office, and the study. Students and their graduated siblings crowded the living room, kitchen, backyard, game room, pool, and any other place they could sit or stand, but the only face you were looking for was Rick's. 

     Soon, you heard a familiar voice chatting with one of the annoying popular seniors, and jealous that she had his attention, you poured two shots of vodka and brought one to him, taking one down as you approached. "Hey, Sadie, I see you've met my friend, Rick?" The blonde girl blushed and said, "Ah... yes, I've met him. He's very charming!" She giggled a bit and you unconsciously leaned a bit closer to Rick, saying, "Yeah, well, he's not for you," and downed the other shot in your hand. You burped and Sadie gawked at you with her creepy, wide, blue eyes. You burped and said, "What are you still here for? Didn't I just say he's not for you?" 

     Sadie scoffed and scowled, grabbing a brownie on her way out of the house and slamming the door behind her. You laughed and said, "I hope no one told her what was in those, she's got drug testing for the wrestling team tomorrow morning." Rick turned to you with a weird look on his face that make it seem like he was trying to conceal a smile and asked, "So, who's am I?"

     "Huh?"

     "You just said I wasn't for her. Who's am I then?" You started to blush and lied,"I- I just meant you don't belong to anyone and she should stop trying to flirt with you." You laughed and said, "I mean, come out, you're way out of her league!" Rick took a step closer to you and stared down at your dilated eyes. "Oh yeah? And who would be in my league." He let himself smile now, and you had to admit that he was devilishly handsome in the washed-out, red LED lights. You couldn't get a word out as he reached for the shot glasses in your hands and placed them in his. "I'm gonna grab a few more of these," he said, then leaning close to your ear and whispering, "We don't have to stay out here. The super-seniors will make sure no one breaks your rules."

     At this point, your heart was racing beyond your control, and you could feel an unfamiliar warmness build up in your throat, stomach, and between your legs. There was absolutely no doubt about it: Rick wanted you - and you desperately needed him. And so, you sat on your couch and waited for him to return, balancing three shots between the fingers in his right hand. He handed one to you which you immediately threw back, then he took his own and placed the empty glasses on the side table. He reached put his left hand to you and asked, "Mind showing me where your bedroom is?"

     You gave him a goofy smile and took his hand, leading him to the quiet upstairs of the house where all the locked doors were. You guided him down the hallways and took your room key from your pocket, twisting it into your door lock and pulling him in. The lights were off, but starlight from the window and red lights from beneath the crack under the door gave a bit of ambiance that was certainly appreciated at this moment. As soon as you released Rick's hand and turned around to lock the door, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his hips. He leaned into your neck and gently moved a piece of hair from your ear, asking, "You're okay with this, right?" 

      As an answer, you leaned your head back and kissed him roughly on the lips, moving your hands up his arms as they wrapped around you and dragged you to your queen-sized bed. He turned you around and pushed you onto your back, gently climbing on top of you and cupping your face in his palms. You removed a strand of your hair from his lips and he leaned in to kiss you passionately. At first, he kissed you delicately, as if he couldn't believe that you were here with him in this moment. But you didn't want delicate.

     You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into you, feeling his dick push up against your jeans. He didn't like to be controlled, however, so he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, biting down into your neck. A soft moan escaped you as Rick's lips brushed your skin, prequeling his next bite. Each one was rougher than the next, and you were sure he was leaving marks. He shifted to hold up both of your hands with one of his, using the left to run down your waist and pin up your shirt. 

     He let go of you temporarily to pull off your shirt and unclip your bra, then glid his hands along your soft exposed skin. You ran your hands through his hair and breathed shakily as he left a trail of kisses down your stomach. Was this really happening? Was the man of your dreams really about to go down on you?

      Rick leaned upwards to take off his own shirt, then gently fell back to whisper into your ear, "I've waited for this for so long, (y/n)." You felt your heart stop at his words. "You... have?"

     "Yeah... for months I couldn't help but stare at you from across the class and... now I have you all to myself." Rick looked down at you and grinned widely, but was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth and turned his head to face the door, watching the shadow beneath the red light walk away. Before he could turn back to refocus his attention on you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him over so you could be on top.

     He saw you as more beautiful than a goddess while you sat upon him, rubbing your thighs and you breathed heavily. "Wow," he said. "I didn't know you had that in you~." You leaned in to kiss Rick and your hands trailed down to his belt buckle. "I think," you said, "There's a lot about me you don't know yet."

     "Yet?" He seemed intrigued by this notion and happily watched as you shifted down and undid his belt, shakily inhaling and you pulled down his brown cargo pants and ran your hand along his underwear, and pulled them down, revealing his large dick. You thought for a moment, "Is that gonna fit?" And then, you remembered you weren't a virgin, and thought, "Nevermind, I don't care, I welcome this pain." You pushed yourself back up and pulled your own black jeans and panties off, positioning yourself comfortably above the blue-haired man. You ran your hands along his chest and kissed his neck softly, his chin lifting in satisfaction.

     You used your left hand to carefully place Rick's hard cock in below your pussy, gently leaning into it and gasping a bit at its size. You bent forward to wrap your arms around the man, and he placed his hands on your hips, slowly moving you up and down so as not to hurt you. Soon, the two of you began to move faster, but it wasn't enough for him. He grabbed your waist and used his leg to flip you over underneath him, putting one of your legs over his shoulder and leaving forward to give him more space to violently thrust into you. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you roughly, breathing into you as he took what was his.

     After a bit of this position though, you told him that it was hurting your hips, so he turned you on your stomach and placed your legs on either side of him, thrusting into you from behind as the two of you moaned loudly. He pressed his chest against your back and hit your cervix with great force, but not enough to make it hurt. As his ear was positioned by your mouth, you whispered, "Harder." 

     "Are you sure you want that?" You nodded and Rick smiled, stopping momentarily to remove himself and pull you by the legs to the side of the bed. You yelped at this and put your feet on the floor, bent over the side of the bed as he reinserted himself and thrust even harder than before. This time, he hit your sweet spot and covered your mouth as you moaned loudly. He lightly whimpered in your ear as you muttered, "Oh, fuck," into his rough hand. 

     Rick pulled you a bit further off the bed to use his free hand to reach around and rub your clit in circles, the overstimulation bringing you to reach an early climax."Fuck, I'm gonna come," you whispered, and even when you had begun constricting and shaking beneath him, he didn't stop. He continued to caress you in circles and push into you, your nails clawing the sheets on your bed as you tried not to scream. Rick removed his hand from your mouth and instead pushed your head into the sheets, slightly asphyxiating you but in a good way. 

     Right as you felt like you were going to climax again, Rick pulled out and came on your ass, continuing to rub your clit until you did the same. Once you were left breathless on the side of the bed, he grabbed a tissue from your bedside table and wiped himself and your ass clean. He then picked you up by the waist and placed you gently on the bed, spreading apart your legs and grabbing a couple more tissues to clean you off. You thanked him for doing so and he responded with a kiss, throwing out the tissues under your desk and returning to lay next to you on the bed. He pulled you in for a tight hug and held your head into his neck as you wrapped your bare legs around his waist. "I guess this answers my question from earlier," he said.

     "What question?"

     "I've been yours all along."

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Words: 3735

[roaringdrago]

crewel + serial killer vibes

requested by anonymous

this request inspired a short fic included under the cut. it is also available on ao3. there is minor character death as well as a heavily implied off-screen death for a character who otherwise goes unmentioned. if you would like to know who, go here.

do not feed my work to any form of AI, including c.ai.

"How does anyone get this stuff?"

A gloved hand pulled a jar from a lower shelf, giving it a tentative shake. The ivory pile inside shifted and settled anew, showcasing a strange variety of off-white shades behind pristine glass. Ace's head dipped to one side. Red eyes traced the familiar curve of a sharp canine, a hazy memory floating just out of view.

Behind him, Deuce set an armful of ingredients on their lab table. He was too busy sorting botanical ingredients to spare his curiosity, caught up in the herculean task of keeping everything separate. With a deep sigh, Ace set the collection of teeth back down, turning his attention to the task at hand.

A few other students were clustered around tables for remedial work. A pair sporting burgundy goggles tucked close to one another, voices hushed as they worked in clumsy tandem. The blond—a second-year, Ace was certain—pulled a folded scrap of paper from his pocket, sliding it across the tabletop. The other peeked out from under his mop of bright red hair to quickly glance over the messy scribbles.

"No way," he hissed under his breath, "that's not possible."

"It is!" the first insisted.

He twisted the crisp white sleeve of his friend's lab coat in his gloved hand, yanking him ever closer. Their voices dipped too low for Ace to continue eavesdropping, instead forced to watch as Deuce scrambled to shovel a handful of glittering dust back into its container.

He propped an elbow on the table, leaning down to rest his chin on his palm. It wouldn't hurt to let Deuce fumble around for an extra minute or two—he would take over when the needed to start stirring.

Somewhere behind them, a slow sensation began to wet the air. It was easy to ignore, a constant in the alchemy lab, until the sounds rose and someone began to shout. Whipping around, Ace managed to catch the moment a cauldron wobbled and overflowed with bubbling black fizz that quickly overtook the other side of the room. The redhead scrambled to get out of the way, slipping on the sludge and plummeting into the spill. His friend, abandoning him to his mess, rushed to meet Professor Crewel halfway. The professor scowled down at the atrocious potion attempt now creeping toward his feet.

He extended a hand to the student on the floor, pulling him to his feet before guiding him away. He took a moment to look over the mess, then, with restraint clawing at his voice, turned to address the rest of the students.

"We'll have to continue tomorrow. Everyone, come back after class and we'll pick up where we left off."

His gaze turned rigid, shifting cold steel over the student responsible for the mess. Tension mottled his expression, painting their strict professor in a thoroughly exhausted light.

"You'll be staying to clean up your mess."

Unrestrained relief washed over the room as they were dismissed, following the cluster of students across campus as they scattered for the evening.

The alchemy workshop was spotless when Ace and Deuce returned the next door. The floors seemed to shine, exposing no hint of the unfortunate accident the day prior.

Deuce plucked their ingredient list from the table, scanning over it and mumbling to himself as he went. Left with little else to do, Ace began searching the shelves for items he could remember. A purple vial here, a wooden box full of crushed scales there... Something else was needed from a drawer, drawing his attention to the clear divide between standard fair and restricted access. Ingredients for advanced classes were kept under tight lock and key, ensuring the curiosity of wandering first-years couldn't explore beyond their means.

A red gaze scanned the shelves, looking for the strange jar of teeth he found yesterday. It wasn't what he needed, it was what he remembered.

His wandering eyes slid past shelf after shelf, drawer after drawer, finding no strange jar of questionable contents. The more he looked, the farther he strayed from Deuce, until he could no longer hear his distracted mumbling.

Something glinting in the late afternoon light pulled him deeper.

A lock, sturdy and open, hung from a wooden drawer. A quick glance over his shoulder proved the others were all too busy gathering their own ingredients to notice his diversion.

He dove down, crouching in front of the drawer to pry it open. It slid in silence, offering its insides with a hushed secrecy Ace could appreciate. Several jars lined the back of the drawer, while glass cases filled the front. He dipped a hand in to fish out one of the boxes, pressed softly into the corner with a fresh, black circular sticker stuck to the top. He turned it over, looking through the bottom to inspect the forbidden contents.

A handful of hair sat neatly spooled, bright red and familiar.

His nose scrunched. Tossing a glance over his shoulder, he searched the room for the one who made such a mess yesterday, only to find the blond alone at their table. Confusion marred his features, twisting his skin with confusion.

Carefully, he placed the box back in the drawer, turning his attention to the jars. Pushing on the metallic lids tilted them enough to show something red floating inside, but the drawer was stacked too neatly to see the rest. With deft hands, he slipped a jar from between the rest, bringing it down to rest on one knee. He tipped it back, eyes wide as he stared down into the clinically clear liquid.

Red stared back.

Floating inside were two eyes. Deep crimson bobbed as his hands shook, the confusion sinking deeper.

Familiar.

He twisted at the waist, hurriedly moving the jar back into its home, only for the shake in his limbs to jostle the jar out of his hands. He jumped backward as glass cracked against the ground, landing hard on his back. Liquid spilled and crimson rolled. Pushing up on his elbows, he scrambled, trying to crawl toward his table. He made it only a few scrapes before something heavy clamped down over his shoulder. His entire body stiffened, suddenly rigid with apprehension.

Red leather twisted his lab coat.

[unanimousgolddd]

"You're alright. I got you."

I'm trying to break my writers block, so here's this short little fic. I also am doing requests. This is also posted on my ao3 acc

TW: angst w/fluff?, Wesker's a bit oc, made up character, Reader is a assistant scientist working for Wesker, GN! Reader

Summary: When returning back to Wesker's lab, another scientist "accidentally" spills chemicals onto Reader. Trying to not burden Dr. Wesker, Reader ends up worrying the blonde scientist.

Art made by SilverSerpentA1 on DeviantArt

It was already a rough day, the new security had wasted 10 minutes at the entry of the underground labs. Saying "that I need to show that I was an employee." Then when I got to my desk, which was near Dr. Wesker's, he scolded me for being 15 minutes late. Sure I wanted to reply with a snarky remark, but that would only get me in more trouble.

But it only got worse, Dr. Wesker had ordered me to go print files from the latest Tyrant experiment and when I came to put them on his desk, Dr. Maria spilled chemicals over me.

Dr. Maria, said that she "accidentally" spilled them on me.

"I'm so sorry!" Maria said, "I wasn't watching where I was going."

I grimaced.

"Thanks for the bath, Dr. Maria..." I sighed.

"Please forgive me," She said, before walking off with the container that once had liquid in.

I shook my head, I never liked Maria. She would always do something to me when she had the chance. She does this because I was promoted to Dr. Wesker's assistant. She is very petty for someone in such good position.

I started to feel a burn sensation on my neck, face, and stomach. I quickly ran to the nearest bathroom, this was not good.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, covered in this pick liquid. Quickly taking off the lab coat, I threw it in the contamination bin. I took off my long sleeve shirt, grimacing how the texture felt.

Whatever the chemicals were, it was causing my skin to burn and it quickly grew red in places where the liquid touched.

I ran my hands under the faucet, and splashed water onto my face. Then grabbing paper towels, I wet them and cleaned myself the best I could.

I only had five more minutes until I would have to return to the lab.

The water was cold, and help slow the irritation. It no longer burned but I looked extremely red. Sighing, I took out an extra shirt and lab coat that was in the closet.

The shirt was a little big but it would have to do. I walk out the bathroom and headed to Wesker's office, preparing to be scolded for being late again.

I opened the door and Dr. Wesker stood at his desk, going over files.

"You're back," He said without looking, "I was wondering when you would get here."

He finally looked up, and he didn't seem happy.

"I'm sorry, I had to take care of something... I promise it won't happen again."

He sighed.

"Dr. Maria gave me the files... I recall assigning you to give them to me." He looked at me.

That's what she did. Spilled the chemicals on me just to give him the files. She is petty. Very petty.

"I'm sorry, I-"

I started to get an itch all over my body.

"I... I knew I dropped them somewhere-"

I started scratching my neck and stomach. By now, I knew I was red and irritated.

"Dr?"

Wesker started walking towards me, he pulled gloves out his pockets and put them on. His eyebrow slightly twitched.

"Come here," He ordered.

I did what he asked, and moved closer to him, still scratching my body. Once I was closer, he moved my hands from my neck, and observed my skin.

I felt hot under his gaze, or maybe that was the side effects of the chemical.

"Come," He moved away, walking to the lab.

I quickly followed, trying to resist the urge to scratch. The burn that I had earlier, came back. So now, not only was my skin red, itchy, it was also burning. Tears started to fill my eyes, but I blinked rapidly to stop myself from crying.

He pointed to one of the lab beds, and shined a light on my skin.

"Is it anywhere else?" He asked, looking in directly in my eyes.

"Yeah, m-my stomach." I said, shakily.

He gestured to take off my lab coat and lift my shirt. I took off the coat. He tossed the coat in a bin. I sat with my shirt lifted to my chest, slightly embarrassed. He didn't seem fazed, gently touching and looking at my stomach and neck.

"Hmm..."

I hissed, the burn started to increase, and I was on the brink of sobbing. I closed my eyes, embarrassed and in pain. I could here him sigh and rummage around the room.

"I believe you have side effects from poison ivy. But they're amplified..." He said, somewhere around the room.

"You're lucky, we have an antidote..."

I slowly opened my eyes, Wesker held a syringe that had a clear liquid in. I groaned, my skin felt like I was getting burned alive.

"Shh, I got you. You're alright dearheart." He said, obviously noticing my discomfort.

I felt a prick on my neck as Wesker held me. Slowly the burning and itching ceased. As it stopped, I had tears going down my cheeks. Wesker lightly wiped them away, the gloves he had on where now in the trash bin.

I cling onto him, like how a child would to their mother, it was unprofessional to do that, but I didn't care.

"You're alright. I got you," He said, gently moving his arms.

[skyland2703]

~✨Romance in the Chemistry Lab✨~

Prompts, simply because *I* have apparently had enough lab experience in my life as a chemistry student to make a cute-ish storyline!

The sodium hydroxide at character A's bench is almost depleted, and so, they're at character B's bench to ask for some for the fluoroscein test. This starts happening every time, and character A doesn't ask the lab staff to fill it, instead they keep on circling back to character B to ask for the sodium hydroxide— because they like talking to character B and this is now a good excuse.

Character A's lab partner, Character B, is the most annoying creature on the planet. Messes up every experiment, frequently sets the test tubes on fire, keeps breaking the glass apparatus, spills silicon oil in the locker every three days, etc; character A is fed up, but they know that character B is good of heart, only a little clumsy, so they put up with them, and help them through all the mishaps.

Alternatively, Character A's lab partner is an absolute asshole and makes their life a living hell. Will leave all the work for character A to do, will use their equipment without permission, and lose/break it, always busy chatting with friends and doesn't perform experiments and then blames character A for the failure. Character A decides it is enough, and one fine morning, ends up taking all their stuff to their friend, Character B's lab station, and performs all experiments with them.

Character A and Character B are lab partners, (or maybe, just have lab stations near each other's) but hit it off so well, that they are completely oblivious to the entire lab, and work together in tandem, no issues faced either way, helping each other with the weighing, the pouring, the drying, the tests, making reagents, and everything together. They even sing songs in unison while taking readings and doing titrations— much to the annoyance of the teachers.

Character A getting upset/messing up the experiment when Character B doesn’t show up in the lab

Lab at 7:30. Character A is super sleepy during instructions, and doesn't hear a word, Character B meanwhile writes down all the instructions, and once the actual practical starts, hands Character A all the instructions, and tells them, "alright, this is your headache now. I'll be sleeping in the corner if you need me"

Character A rushed to the lab early morning without any breakfast, and four hours later, they look almost dead. Character B realises this, and sneaks them out of the lab for a little snack. The teachers would not appreciate anyone fainting inside the lab.

Writing the practical report file late at night, on videocall, discussing the week's experiment, and cribbing about how much work they have to do.

Writing the practical report file IN the lab, sitting on the floor, in one of the corners, when they're tired of doing the experiment, because the lab is five hours long, and the professors will not allow stools or chairs. Because they don't. "You're not a physics student!"

Writing little love notes on paper and leaving them pressed under vials of sulphuric acid and sodium hydroxide and nitric acid.

Character A and Character B find themselves stuck in a long queue in line for filtration of a precipitate, and end up talking to each other, realising they have much more in common with each other than just despising the heat in chemistry practicals.

Character A only ever sees Character B in the Lab. Hair bunned up/tied back, always under the safety glasses and lab coats; one day, though, Character A gets late in leaving the lab, and finds themselves leaving along with Character B, who, outside the lab, not only looks completely different, but is an absolutely different personality.

Getting extra chemicals for each other “just cuz” so they don’t have to run back and forth.

Alternatively, dividing the lab work between them so as to get it done faster.

They start sending each other chemistry jokes/reels and things, and that blossoms into late night talks and eventually… falling for each other… and then one of their friends goes “OH so you guys got your chemistry because OF chemistry?!” And nobody laughs at that joke.

Lab practical exams— Characters A and B Hope they get the same practical, so they can cheat on it, by performing all experiments together. BONUS: if they divide the work once again, and A makes all the graphs and takes readings while B carries out the experiment—

I’ll probably come back with more later on, but for now, College Chemistry AUs? Prompts welcome~

[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie and Mikey are streaming together today. Their models are wearing shirts reading 'Smarts and Crafts Team', blue jeans, lab coats, safety glasses, gloves, and boots. They're messing with some science based crafts on the AR set. Shelldon and River sitting on the a box that has the chat box overplayed on it.

"So we got some resin to try out some crafts we found online." Mikey announced while they put some drop cloths on the floor around the table. "But we don't trust something not spilling, and this stuff can get tricky to clean if things go wrong."

"Which is part of why we're using UV resin, that we can just pop in the basking room for a bit to let set." Donnie says, in flat tone that sounds a bit sarcastic, "We're going to start simple, then work up to complicated, though that may go in reverse with us."

Mikey goes off screen to grab some supplies. While Donnie puts the big bottles of resin on the counter.

A cartoony turtle shell slides across the screen to have cartoon Mikey pop out with fan fare, coins tossed around, and Miss. PaintSlatter Donated $30!

Mikey jogs back in to check the notification. "Thank You, Miss. PaintSplatter for the $30. Oh 'Do Shelldon and River have access to mobile games? Hey Dee?"

"Shelldon doesn't play mobile games, but River plays Animal Crossing Pocket Camp. Partially for the app exclusive items you send to New Horizons, partially to befriend Villagers she wants, but can't find in NH." Donnie answers while he sets up some small molds. Then picks up and tests a heat gun.

"Well, we got the resin, pigments, molds, mold release, heat gun, little charms we plan to put into the resin. Are we missing anything?" Mikey askes.

"Spare gloves, paper towels, and the tall trashcan!" River answers back, then smacks the chatbots out of the chat box!

"And proper ventilation, or maskes." Shelldon says with a bit of snark.

"Right, I'll go get the portable ventilation, and trashcan and Mikey, please grab our ventilator masks from the art closet, a box of gloves, and the paper towels." Donnie instructs while they go grab said items.

Shelldon and River are left to entertain chat.

"What did I find that scared Dee? Sorry, we have been sworn to secrecy under threat of having our game libraries memory reset to no save files." River says.

Shelldon nods with his eyes closed. "And I don't have access to the file that was sent because Dee blocked me from getting it."

"FOR GOOD REASON!" Donnie tells from across the room, as he brings in what looked like an air purifier with a long tube sticking out of the back. "And for those who are confused, yes this is the portable ventilation system. Yes, it's a air purifier that I found in the dump, and heavily modified it." He announces with a bit of pride, "While I'm sure I could find something like this on the market, I wanted to build one myself."

Mikey also returns with his stuff, and organized the counter a bit so there's less of a chance of something getting knocked over.

They proceeded to finish set up, and get started on some simple resin experiments. And at least one small spillover and frantic clean up, before shouting 'You saw nothing!' And a 'Clip Recorded and Saved' from both Shelldon and River, who don't mention it right away.

Chat was still begging for the info of what Scared Dee, but after some were knocked out it calmed down, people started giving suggestions on what the guys could do with the resin.

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Masterpost

My actual favorite nickname for Donnie is Tello, and I want to have River call him 'Tello Tello', but that can't really happen with most of my story. Unless I can think of another behind the scenes post.

[wordsandgears]

Midnight burger posting at midnight

In an Au where the EX “rescued” Ted (A.K.A hostage/ forced vacation as Casper puts it) along with Casper:

Casper’s whole thing with Ted is to get him out of his shell (he sees himself in Ted and hates that he can relate to the helplessness of determinism and its shackles, for he too once felt the burden of mundanity)

Ted’s adamant that someone is coming to get him and almost ejects them out into space in whatever vessel the EX was driving

(the EX is very good at holding people in place)

Every time they stop somewhere they have to wrangle him in, I picture Casper making a joke about needing to get one of those child leashes for him

That usually makes him so offended that he forgets about escaping and they can carry on with their journey

Wherever they are Ted has something to say about the state and the use of whatever planet/space object they’re on (Ted propaganda, always some sort of false)

Very unwelcome in red’s rectangle (should’ve stayed behind but is very untrustworthy)

Ted’s wild west persona would be a priest with a past more sullied than an oil spill in the ocean.

Escalating tensions with his tries of descalations of repeating laws and penal codes, not really playing along but also not not playing along.

Not as smooth as Casper and not as gung ho as Ex,

Like Casper in the before Throwing-Ava-into-deep-space times Ted would be adamantly against any “meaningless” detours that extend their time together.

Helping with the jailbreak cements the fact that Ted is a traitor, and a bittersweet (at lest in Ted standards) reunion makes him finally look back in his actions, though outwardly he acts the same to most

(except to Casper and Ex due to the fact that being that powerful and that old you could probably read anyone)

At the battle of time’s melody Ted is solemn yet abrasively uncooperative

There’s three ending for Ted in this Au. (1.like Canon he wonders the universe, by his own valuation) ((2.he gose with BurtBurt to simply see what’ll happen, maybe to gain some semblance of routine he once had)) (((3.and most outlandishly, he stays and raised plant babies with a sentient bush and inter dimensional robot)))

Character design

BurtBurt - I imagine she always wears a fur coat, like most people of her race she has three sets of arms, one set is always crossed and another always has a pen and paper in hand. Her hair has cartoony swirls at the ends and her skin is a very pale pink

Verge - basically double trouble from she-Ra but blue, wears the space equivalent of any weather survivalist gear. Color blind

Minski - a more human humanoid spider, looks human except for the six arms protruding out the back and eight pitch black eyes. Waits finely tailored suits.

Shell - looks like a bush, has holly berries growing on them sorta like a birthmark or defining characteristic

Ava - how I imagine manuela dominguez form the magnus archives, white lab coat, long straight thick black hair, brown skinned.

Gloria - a Mexican Justina Machado, long dark brown curly hair that reaches her back that’s always tied in a bun or ponytail, her outfits are always pristine and bright as if she just got them that day.

Casper - Jake Johnson, grey hairs

Leif - just Leif

Random thoughts

PolyBurger should be a thing - let the employees and the boss and the regular kiss while HR looks on in jovial disapproval.

[insomniacsvirtualobservatory]

"Avoidance x X = Love"

Or in which Kaito is sending mixed signals, and Aiden is oblivious. Hakon offers help with mixed results.

Content warnings: swearing, Kaito tells Hakon to kill himself, Kaito spirals because they're stressed

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"Hey, Hakon- You know Kaito right?" Aiden sidles up to the frenchman, hands in his pockets with a look of puzzlement on his face.

"Sure I know them! I mean it's a little hard to ignore him when they call you a bastard every time they adress you!" Hakon jests, shaking his head fondly, "Why? Having some trouble with le petit scientifique?"

Aiden hums and leans against the wall, bringing his arms up to cross them over his chest.

"You could say that...He's been acting a little odd-"

"When does he not?"

"Shut up..." The Pilgrim punches Hakon's arm dismissively to which the nightrunner feigns silent agony.

"I'm being serious- He's been...Avoiding me? Like more than their usual ehm...Antisocialness?" he says quietly, "I swear I can hear them breathing in their room but when I knock on the door it's like he ignores me? Or-or when I see him out around the Fisheye they always seem to scuttle off somewhere whenever I try to catch up and talk to him..."

Hakon listens with curiosity as Aiden goes through a short but substantial list of strange occurrences involving the ex-GRE doctor seemingly avoiding him.

"And you're telling me all of this because?" he asks after some thought.

"Well I was hoping that maybe you could well...Talk to them? I'm not mad!" he adds hurriedly, "Just sort of...Worried? I hope I didn't offend him or anything- I mean aside from the fact that he has the most reliable supply of those military medical kits, they've really kind of started to grow on me- as in we're friends now-! I think...I hope-"

"Okay okay, Aiden I understand. You think you've upset him, which isn't exactly hard-" he snarks, earning an indignant look, "-and you want me to be the middle man so that you can ask them what's wrong without actually asking him?" Hakon flashes the pilgrim a knowing look.

"Please? You know I'm not good at talking to him! Especially after I freaked out in their room after they gave me that handmade inhibitor cocktail..." Aiden flushes with embarrassment and hides his face in his hands. Hakon barks out a laugh, unfolding himself from his spot against the wall and shaking his head.

"Oh mon Dieu- You should've seen his poor face- yes! Fine I'll talk to them for you if you stop bellyaching" he chuckles. Aiden sighs in relief and watches nervously as the nightrunner steps away towards the back of the Fisheye, presumably to find the little scientist.

"Salut petit bâtard!" Hakon throws open the door to Kaito's makeshift lab in the Fisheye with reckless abandon. The lab coated scientist yelps and fumbles with his instruments, dropping a few vials of dubious substances on the floor where they shatter and spill all over the hardwood.

"GODDAMN IT! Learn to Fucking knock! You goddamn- you prick! You fucking prick!" They shout, flapping their hands and rising from their desk with righteous malice.

"Yeesh! And I thought my second wife was a bundle of nerves!" Hakon chuckles, closing the door behind him and leaning down to pick up some nearby shards of glass scattered about the floor. Kaito fumes, gripping their upper arms tight and tapping a foot.

"Never do that shit again! And also stop fucking comparing people to your many divorces! It's stupid and the joke is getting old!" he exclaims indignantly.

"You wound me! I was under the impression that you thought I was funny!" Hakon says with a smile, tossing his small collection of glass shards into a nearby trash bin, where they tinkle lightly as they fall. Kaito sits back down waving a hand as they gather up their strewn about tools and papers.

"Well, Frenchman to what do I owe the displeasure of having to talk to you?" they mutter, tapping a small stack of documents into place. Hakon sidles over and leans against Kaito's desk. The scientist shoots him a cold look and flashes their eyes down to Hakon's hands against the wood, but makes no further complaint. The nightrunner flashes a smug grin in return.

"I know why you're avoiding him you know..." he intones, tapping his fingers on the edge of the desk thoughtfully. Kaito freezes up before their head snaps up to give him a look like a deer in headlights.

"Does he know?" they ask worriedly. Hakon shakes his head no and Kaito exhales with relief. "Good! Keep it that way! Or forever sleep with one eye open! Bastard!"

"As if I don't already?" Hakon quips, "Seriously, Kaito! You cannot hide from him forever! He's going to start asking me things and well...I can't exactly avoid giving him answers-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP! NOPE NOPE NOPE STOP TALKING, KILL YOURSELF!" Katio shrieks, standing up on his chair to brandish a pen with violent intent. Hakon backs away with his hands up, laughing all the while.

"S'il vous plaît, détendez-vous mon ami! Relax! I'm joking! Mostly- but honestly why not just bite the bullet? The worst he can do is say no, eh?" Kaito goes white and sits back down heavily.

"That's the point, Hakon! That is the nightmare scenario!! He says no, and then it becomes awkward to speak to him in a general capacity- not to mention a professional one! He will not ever take me seriously again and then what will I do?! AUUUGHHH NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!" they pull at their hair anxiously and pull their knees into their chest, tapping his feet on his chair. Hakon sighs shaking his head.

"You're over thinking it again, Kait', it'll be fine! And you know it, stubborn git that you are..." he says quietly, stepping back over to stand next to him again, "If you're really bellyaching about it that much I'll help you, yeah?" Kaito peeks up at the frenchman over their knees with an expression laced with doubt.

"I trust your assistance as much as I trust an ice cube not to melt when put on a hot plate you degenerate..." he mutters sharply

"Fine! Don't accept my help! But im serious about this Kaito, Aiden may be dumb but he's not stupid! He's going to put the dots together eventually and that'll be ten times more embarrassing than if you just talk to him! Pour l'amour de Dieu..." he mutters.

The scientist considers this, mentally weighing the options presented to him.

"...On one hand this could all end in metaphorical or literal tears...You could die, I could die of embarrassment and humiliation...." they mumble

"And on the other hand?" Hakon probes. Kaito remains silent for a number of minutes. Finally he uncurls from his little ball and looks at Hakon sheepishly, or at least with an approximate expression.

"On the other hand I suppose some people, regrettably including myself, would call you reliable and trust worthy...To a point, do not let that get to your pompous head." they answer flatly. Hakon grins and shrugs.

"Ehhh no promises...But I'll take that as a yes?"

"Take it or leave me alone, preferably the latter" Kaito answers with a grimace. Hakon knocks on the wooden desk and straightens up.

"Alright, so how do you want to do this?"

"I'd prefer not to do it at all! But I suppose if you wanted to drag him over here under the guise of a request to do a check up, then that would be an innocent enough deception to engage in a proper conversation...." Kaito smiles maniacally.

"En anglais s'il vous plait?" Hakon asks lazily.

"Lie to him and then bring him to my laboratory! You fucking asshole..." Kaito exclaims, slapping at the air in the nightrunner's direction, to which he raises his hands in surrender.

"Yes yes! I read you, I read you!" He chuckles, stepping back towards the door, hand reaching down to the handle. "When should I bring him, huh? Should I bring candles and wine-?"

"GET OUT!" Kaito throws his composition notebook at Hakon's face, which instead, hits the door with a thump.

[pumpkin-spiced-latte]

Since quite a few people seemed to rather enjoy the six sentence post from yesterday I thought I'd post the entire scene

London, 1941

He spends his first day back in England in months on a train down to Devon, to visit the grave of Mama and Daisy, and the evening on his Aunt Fanny's old, faded sofa, listening to the news of his siblings and cousins, while Fanny promises solemnly to not tell his father about the visit. The journey back to London drags on and on, people on the tracks apparently, but once he reaches Kings Cross it’s a short walk to the Folly, where he trudges right up the steps to the lab they’ve given David for the duration of the war – however long that might be – crossing the room until he reaches one corner, where he can slide down to the ground between a metal cabinet and wooden workbench that had been pushed up against the wall, weighed down with copious amounts of notebooks and notes, some kept in boxes, some stacked precariously high, David’s thoughts spilled out over the paper. He hasn’t even taken the time to take off his coat and scarf, far too warm for the sweltering heat in the lab.

David himself only looks up from his experiment once he’s done, though Thomas has no way of telling what exactly he has finished.

“Are you quite alright, Thomas?” he asks and takes off his glasses to clean the round lenses with the sleeve of a dark blue jumper peeking out from under a lab coat that had once been white.

“Splendid,” Thomas grunts, and runs a hand through his hair, already messy from the wind outside.

David, who has had enough time to map out his responses over the years, slips out of his lab coat and approaches him, heaves a box from the end of the bench so he can sit next to Thomas, who rests his head against his leg. Almost immediately there are fingers combing through his hair, brushing a curl out of his face.

“Would you like to tell me?”

“Not particularly”

“I think you ought to"

“Later. Maybe"

“Your sister called,” David tells him instead, “she wants to see you. Stephen as well. They’re your siblings, you can’t avoid them forever”

“I know. I just – Just not right now. Can you tell Drina I'm still on the continent the next time she calls?”

“Somehow I don’t think she'll believe me. Especially considering Henry was on the continent with you and came yesterday. Victoria knows your on home leave”

“Curse the day your nephew decided to marry my niece"

“They’re children. Can you truly begrudge them some happiness"

Thomas sighs, rubs his cheek against the coarse wool of David’s trousers, closes his eyes. “No. That doesn’t mean I have to like it"

“I know. But still, please talk to her. I have a feeling every time we talk she likes me even less, and if she doesn’t hear from you soon she'll show up at Folly and castrate me for hiding you from her"

Thomas nearly laughs “We can’t have that, of course"

“Are you sure she doesn’t know?”

“Without a doubt. She’d be much worse if she knew about the sodomy. To both of us"

“Would you like to help me with some experiments?" David asks in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood, "I have some test tubes that need to be blown up"

“You know I'll gladly blow anything for you, Davey"

David laughs and pulls him upright, presses a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m glad you're back home"

Thomas says nothing and lets David lead him towards the table he’d been working on when Thomas had arrived. The set up looks complicated, but most things David does in his lab are so far beyond Thomas’s comprehension that he no longer even bothers to ask.

Once more dressed in his lab coat David lines up two dozen tubes, “I think we’ll start with a simple werelight,” he says, “and go on from there”

He isn’t sure how much time they spent in the lab, Thomas performing various spells at David’s request, but when David sets down his pen, apparently satisfied with the results at last it’s already dark outside.

“You should go to bed, Tom,” David says and Thomas lets his werelight blink away, plunging the room into sudden darkness. Either there’s another power outage or David’s simply forgotten to turn on the lights again.

“I don’t even know where that is" He is a CO now and therefore, by Folly mechanisms, entitled to one of the rooms on the second floor, which he'll still share, but with only one other man. He'd rather crawl into bed with David, but, of course, that won’t be poss-

“In that case I have some good news for you. We're sharing until you leave again"

“Honestly?”

“Yes. Apparently most find me to be an insufferable roommate”

“Because you are, David”

“I beg to differ”

*

The room is bleak and unpersonal, except for an old photograph on the edge of the desk that also serves as David’s nightstand, now that another bed has been shoved inside and every unnecessary piece of furniture put up in the attic, of David and his brother, dead now for over two decades, killed in some trench in France, and a small stack of books he faintly recognises as some of David’s favourites. Waugh, Collins, Wells and the like.

None of it feels quite tangible and it might very well have been a dream, if it weren’t for the weight of David’s arm wrapped around him. No matter how lonely, how unhappy, he is, when he imagines David’s embrace it never feels real

“What are you thinking about, pumpkin?” David, already half asleep, asks.

If I die will you put up a picture of me as well? A neat little collection of the people you've lost, trod under England's heel?

“Nothing. Go to sleep"

David’s never been one who had trouble falling asleep, and after a few minutes he can hear him snoring, firm against his back, breath ghosting over Thomas’s neck. If he’d ever been such a sleeper he certainly is no longer, considering the things haunting his dreams, despite the sense of secruity and comfort David’s presence gives him.

He'll have to mess up the bed in the morning, he thinks, before the maid comes to clean the room, make it look as if he’s slept in it. He doesn’t know how long he stares into the soft shadows of the room, but it seems like he is lulled to sleep faster than he normally falls asleep these days

[novaloo]

Inevitable - part one - Unexpected aid

The lab was filled with the sounds of a pen scribbling against paper and the quiet hum of some scientific machinery. The man taking notes had crow black hair in a distinctive yet messy shape, with a lightning-shaped streak of white running through it. He wore an old lab coat with black protective gloves, boots to match. His goggles were up on his forehead. This mad scientist was no other than Dr Sunshine.

He was finishing up his research, when he remembered something. Something that triggered a flash of genius. One so inspiring that he actually felt like he could sing. And so he abandoned the notes, stepping into the center of the room, moving along to the music inside his head, and began to muse.

"My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket

In the deep city streets

In the summer of 2012

And I never even saw her face...

My dreams were shattered like a stained-glass window

Jesus in pieces

I believe I threw a brick right through him

But my memory could not be saved!

It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame...

So I bookmark my DSM

Cause I need to remember my place!~

Ow!"

Sunshine had an amazing ability of manipulating his voice to match the tone of every word he meant to say. One would say it was miracle-like.

"This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

He clapped twice.

"This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

He clapped twice again.

"Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Take you with me...

My soul was crushed like a tall boy

Underneath the boots on the curb

And I'm still picking up my molars

And putting them back in my face

My name was soiled by a last call spill

With a backwash swill

And the blackout killed me sober

On impact from a fall from grace!

Take the road on higher ground

And tell me, 'Don't look down, you'll fall and break your back'...

But that just reminds me how

There's more to be found beneath the black!

This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

Double clap.

"This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

Double clap.

"Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Take you with me~"

Then his voice took another tone, one worthy of an opera singer.

"Bottle, well, or barrel, all are empty...

Dug, or drank, or poured it out...

When too much is not enough, there's plenty

More where that came from around!...

Looking up we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking up I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been!"

In his tone resounds a tinge of desperation, slowly growing into a scream that still sounded so melodic.

"Looking down I could say Heaven sent me!

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!...

Oh, oh, oh...

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Oh, oh, oh...

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Oh, oh, oh...

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Ohhhh...

Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

If it kills me!

Gotta gotta get, gotta ow!

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

If it kills me!..."

At this point his voice was only a scream, filled with desperation and its own charm.

"This is not enough...!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!...

This is not enough...!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!...

Oh, this!

This is not enough!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!...

This is not enough...!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!..."

And his voice returned to normal.

"No, I need to hit the bottom~"

And as his song ended, Dr Sunshine fell to his knees in a theatrical show of desperation, only for himself to watch. But then he heard the door open. And yet he didn't move an inch. The person walked in, stood beside him and extended their hand, handing him... a shovel. An actual shovel. Unable to contain his curiosity anymore, Sunshine looked up at the guest. It was a woman in black boots, black skirt and gray blouse. Her brown hair was tied into something of a messy bun with a hair clip and had some lighter streaks here and there. Just like his - a little messy, but spectacular in its own way. Her emerald eyes played perfectly with the polite smile. There was something familiar about her figure, but he couldn't really tell what.

– ...Why are you here? – Dr Sunshine finally asked.

– You asked for your shovel, sir – she replied, and when he heard her voice his eyes widened.

– No...

– Yes. It's me.

– But you were blind!...

– Intuition is best practiced without vision – her smile shifted into a slightly more amused one. Sunshine took the shovel from her, stood up and leaned against it as he smiled at her a bit.

– And I never even got your name... – he mused.

– Julie. Pleased to meet you, sir.

– You may call me Doctor Sunshine. But... What are you searching for here?

– I wish to become your assistant, doctor – Julie replied, to Sunshine's surprise. – I will answer to every call and complete every task, I promise.

– Hm... I could use some help with my science I suppose.

– I will not let you down, Doctor Sunshine! – she said once again, bowing a little. At that he smiled and helped Julie put on her new lab coat.

– Now... you're officially my assistant.

– So... What shall I assist you with first, doctor?