#polka dot man fanfic

[embodyingchaos]

❥ heart to heart | chapter one

pairing: abner krill x oc genre: best friends to lovers! warnings: mention of experimentation, murder, abuse, manipulation, ABNER'S MOTHER, a bit suggestive around the end, implications of a boner word count: 7.5k masterlist: heart to heart next chapter: chapter two

the sound of rain slapping against the rough roads filled her ears. strong winds blew through her hair, but she still ran as fast as she could. barely escaping the cameras and light, and if she was seen, she'd use her powers. the facility was heavily secured, heavily armed, but with her killing everyone in sight, she would get away with ease. "come on!" she yelled at the only four test subjects left alive whom she was helping escape. all of them were younger than her, merely children around the ages of 5 to 13.

suddenly, multiple bangs rang throughout the entire area. shaking, the woman turned around and stared in horror as all four of them were dead on the ground. she couldn't do anything, nor did she have the time to cry. with no choice, she had to leave them all there and flee, only looking back when she was miles away. she was finally free, but at a price.

the walk through the woods felt like nothing compared to the things she faced at the lab. even if her feet were blistered by splinters or she was soaked by the rain, this was a thousand times better. she looked down at her wrist, the numbers '037' were permanently etched onto her skin. the girl clenched her fist before continuing to walk through the muddy forest. it took a while but eventually, she stumbled upon a gas station.

037 limped her way towards the entrance. the store clerk didn't even look at her, too busy mindlessly typing away on her nokia. there was only one other customer there, a middle-aged man wearing a grey t-shirt and a dark red flannel. when he saw her, his eyes widened. "darlin', are you alright?" the man asked with a southern drawl, she looked up and said nothing before immediately passing out. the man stared at her limp body and took shallow breaths. "what happened to you?" he muttered under his breath, before picking her up and walking back to his car.

"wy?" his wife called, "did they have the peanuts- dear lord!" she exclaimed, her hands flailing to her chest.

"wyatt, what happened?!" she got out of the car to help him open up the backseat door. wyatt placed 037 in the car, "i don't know." he grunted, holding his back. "she walked into the convenience store and the moment i asked if she was all right, she blacked out in the blink of an eye." his wife stared at her, concerned. "she's bruised all over and wearing a hospital gown. do you think she escaped from an asylum?" she wondered as they got into the car, "i have no idea. either way, i think we should bring her home and ask her when she wakes up. we don't have the money for a hospital visit, and by the looks of it, she doesn't either." he said, putting the car in reverse to get out of the parking spot.

it was the next morning when 037 woke up. she was surprised that the first thing she saw was pink walls and the first thing she smelled was eggs. she rubbed her head as she sat up, feeling her surroundings. a comfy bed, a tiny room, and the door's open. the girl got herself out of the tangled blanket and cautiously walked out the door. she saw a couple. a woman with bright yellow hair and dark green eyes was wearing a blue dress as she cooked up breakfast, while a man wearing a fisherman vest and slacks was sat at the table, reading the daily newspaper. 037 recognised that man, he was the last person she saw before her exhaustion entirely kicked in.

"oh, goody! you're awake!" the woman exclaimed, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "was starting to get worried! you'd been out for an entire day." she walked closer to the young girl and she backed away with suspicion. the blonde woman realised this and stopped in her tracks. "we're not trying to hurt you, pumpkin." she softly reassured, wyatt placed the newspaper down. "let her get comfortable, nellie." he told her and then gestured for 037 to come sit down and eat.

she looked around and slowly headed to the table. they were living in an apartment and it was a tiny one, but it was homey and comfortable. 037 got startled when she saw a black cat jump onto the square dinner table. "lola, you want some water?" nellie cooed, pouring some water into a bowl and placing it in front of the black feline. 037 sat on the chair opposite of wyatt and next to nellie. "w-what happened?" her voice was so coarse and quiet, they almost didn't understand her. "oh! well, first, let us introduce ourselves." nellie said excitedly, "i'm nellie and this is my husband, wyatt, and this is lola, our cat." lola mewed in response, purring rather loudly as she sat on the table in loaf position.

"i saw you at the gas station store before you passed out. we brought you back to our place and nellie cleaned your bruises." wyatt explained as he folded up the newspaper and placed it behind him on another table. "i didn't shower you though! didn't wanna invade your privacy like that." the blonde quickly added, laughing nervously. 037 smiled, "explains why i smell like rotten fish." she joked, "thank you. i'm grateful for your hospitality but i don't believe i should burden you two any longer." her british accent broke here and there, signifying she needed water. nellie frowned and pushed a glass of water towards her, "you aren't burdening us in any way, sweetheart. have some breakfast and water, and if you feel uncomfortable, you can leave any time." she smiled and 037 felt like crying, tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. she grabbed the glass and downed the water in one gulp.

after breakfast, nellie insisted she shower and change into more comfortable clothing. when she did, she felt so much better. "hey." wyatt knocked on her door before he came in, "how're you doin'?" 037 smiled at him, "much better. thank you." he nodded, "it's nothing. though, we'd like to have your name." now, the girl was at a loss for words. what was she suppose to say? that she had no name?

she thought about it for a while before something struck her. somewhere she'd always wanted to go. "eden. my name's eden." she simply said, "well, eden, you're welcome to stay as long as you want." eden nodded, but as the dark haired man was about to leave the room she called out to him. "wait!" he turned around, "i could help with anything, to return the favour for letting me stay in your home." he smiled, "seems fair. you can help out with the cafe." she looked at him weirdly, getting up from her bed. "cafe?" he gestured for her to follow him out of the room.

they headed out the apartment door and headed down the stairs and it immediately led to a row of shop lots. "this is the cafe we own." eden looked to her left and saw a simple, sweet and feminine styled cafe, she realised they lived above their cafe. "it looks lovely." she whispered, wyatt snorted. "well, nells is going to be happy to hear that." he commented, walking through the glass doors.

nellie was currently working in the kitchen, rushing around as other employees got the display case, brewing machine and tables ready for opening time. by other employees, i really mean other employee. "viola! where on god's green earth did you put the salt?" nellie asked the girl working at the display case, placing pastries and cake at their proper spots. "i d-don't kn-know! i-i-it's suppose to be th-there!" she stuttered out, her anxiety building up.

when nellie spotted wyatt and eden, she smiled. "wyatt! and..." she remembered she had no idea what to call her, "eden." eden completed her sentence and nellie smiled. "what a pretty name!" she complimented and the black-haired girl blushed. things were definitely going to look up for her now.

it'd been ten years since eden had escaped that hell hole of a place and found her new home, but it still wasn't quite home.

"eden? can you take care of table 12?" nellie yelled out from the kitchen. eden was on her break but she was always willing to help out even so. she got up from her chair with a scrape, heading to table numbered 12. "hi, welcome to nellie's nostalgia, what can i get for you?" she wore her usual tired smile as she looked up from her notepad only to be faced with the sight of the same man she’d seen since the start of the week. he carried a medium-sized sketch book, had black hair with bangs that covered his eyes as he was always looking down. "c-could i have a coffee? black?" his voice was low and trembling, he didn't seem to be confident with his answer despite ordering the same thing every time he came into the cafe. eden had noticed his cheeks had looked a bit hollowed, realising he'd only been ordering coffee. her mind started to wander, wondering if he had eaten at all for the past week. "alright. anything else? maybe a pastry? we have some real good ones." he looked up for the first time, not expecting to be faced with a soft, comforting smile from the same woman who had been looking like she wanted nothing to do with him for the last six days. he stared at her features, admiring her black, shiny, wavy hair and kind, yet empty, matching black eyes. they reminded him of himself.

the man gulped, fiddling with his hands. "what do you like?" he asked quietly, eden was surprised he'd want to know, no customer's ever asked her what she preferred. "oh! uh, i like the chocolate chip muffins-" "i'll take that!" he piped up before hunching back into his seat again, "s-sorry. that was probably creepy, i'm sorry." she was confused why he was apologising so much, the dejection so evident in his voice. "it's alright, sir. i like your enthusiasm."  her words make him lift his head up again with a glint of hope in his sorrow-filled eyes. "i'll be back with your order, yeah?" eden headed back behind the counter and began reheating up a muffin as she started brewing a cup of coffee.

nellie came out of the kitchen with a heavy sigh, "what did table 12 order this time?" she asked eden, "black coffee, as usual. i convinced him to order a chocolate chip muffin though." she simply answered, yawning as she took the muffin out of the microwave and placed it on a plate. "sure he don't want any more food? he looks like he'd been starved by his mother or sum'in." eden glared at her, "don't assume things." she told her, nellie held her hands up. "well, i'm sorry, i'm just worried!" it's such a nellie thing to be worried about a complete stranger. then, she would say, 'but he isn't a stranger! he's a regular customer!' in her strong southern drawl.

eden shook her head as she made her way back to mr. table twelve with his coffee and muffin on a tray. "here you are." she placed it in front of him, "enjoy." this time he smiled back, but it was a mix of a smile and a frown, his lips trembled in between both expressions. eden found it an adorable quality. she'd always seen him sitting at the same table, sipping on his coffee as he drew in his book or stared out the window. staring out at the world like he was afraid of it.

after he'd finish his meal, he asked for the bill. when eden had brought it to him, he rummaged his pockets for his wallet. his eyes widened, "oh, fiddlesticks. i'm so sorry." he muttered, holding his head in his hands. "i think i left my wallet at home, i'm so sorry." eden shook her head, "it's fine. you can come back and pay whenever, but i'm taking your word for it." she joked but the man didn't laugh, looking absolutely distraught and on the verge of a panic attack. "hey, hey." she softly cooed, kneeling to his level. "it's honestly fine. you can come back tomorrow and pay, or it could be on the house. i can pay for you, and then you can pay me back. no pressure." her words of reassurance seemed to calm him down as he took a deep breath before letting it go. he nodded silently, "yeah? you're all good, darling." the nickname caught him off guard, and he looked at her with big, doe eyes.

when eden realised what she'd said, she stood up. "oh, sorry. that was unprofessional of me." she nervously laughed, "anyway, don't worry about it..." she trailed off, realising she didn't know his name. "a-abner." he quietly said, "abner." eden repeated with a soft smile on her face making abner turn extremely red. there was something about abner that just pulled eden towards him, a quality of some sort, or maybe it was the way he carried himself, the way his face looked like he'd gone through something indescribable. it reminded her of herself.

eden had hoped to see him the next day, which she did. he showed up, paid her back and she invited him to join her for lunch so they could talk a bit more. "d'you live far from here?" she asked him, taking a bite of her cake. "uh, not really. just a few blocks away." abner told her, sipping on his tea with both hands holding the cup. he had asked her what she liked to drink and she unironically answered tea, earl grey to be more precise. abner immediately ordered that, along with the same cake she was eating. "what do you like to do for fun?" abner's meek voice asked, "hm, stargaze." her answer made him curious, "and read. i love reading." his eyes widened at the opportunity, "i-i sorta like that too!" his sudden outburst startles eden before the two of them chuckle, abner's more sheepish. "sorry. i mean i mostly like drawing, or maybe doodling, or y’know what? i’ll shut up. i’m sorry." his constant apologising made eden curious, "why do you keep apologising?" she asked, she was honestly quite surprised at her own question.

she had never been one to be a busy body or ask personal questions, but judging from abner's behaviour so far, she would be the one asking the questions majority of the time. abner starts squirming in his seat, "i don't know. i just feel the need to." his face suddenly started turning into different shades of colours, eden tilted her head to the side. "are you alright?" she asked, he looked confused. "your face is turning different colours." abner immediately looked alarmed, "u-uh, i-i-i need to go." he quickly said before placing a twenty dollar bill on the table, "keep the change." he yelped, getting out of the chair and running out of the cafe with his arm covering his face.

eden stared at the place he was just sat at, "huh." she muttered to herself, sipping her tea with confusion. "what was he in a rush for?" nellie asked from behind the counter, "i haven't the slightest clue." eden answered, getting up from her seat and stretching. "you looked like you were having the time of your life talking to him." nellie wiggled her eyebrows and the black-haired woman only rolled her eyes. "don't even think about it." she told her friend, nellie pouted. "but you've literally been here for ten years and not once have i seen you gone out with someone!" she whined, placing her hands on eden's shoulders and shaking her back and forth. "nells, please stop." eden was starting to get nauseous, she grabbed nellie's hands with her own gloved ones.

"i don't need to go out with anyone. i'm fine on my own."  nellie gave her a look, "you act like i don't see the romance novels you buy and read, you cheesy romantic." eden rolled her eyes, "doesn't mean anything." "yeah, it does. means you want to, at least, experience it." eden looked at her, "what?" the older woman giggled and shook her head, "love, silly!" she exclaimed as she started organising the utensils.

eden scoffed, "i don't need love. i see it on a daily basis between you and wyatt." she gagged at the thought, seeing them kiss each other daily, hearing them on certain nights and having to drown it out with headphones, blasting lana del rey on full volume.

"besides, he's a customer. isn't that inappropriate?" eden's question makes nellie snort with laughter, "inappropriate? pumpkin, this isn't a hospital or a corporate company! i won't fire you for dating a customer!" she exclaimed, "plus, he's pretty cute and you look adorable together-" "alright, alright. that's enough." eden interrupted, waving her off. "i need to close up for tonight, go back to your husband." nellie gasped exaggeratedly, flipping her off. eden smiled at her as she grabbed a broom and started sweeping away.

abner didn't come back for a while after that, it actually worried eden. she wondered where'd he gone to, extremely concerned which was extremely out of character for her, nellie just had to remind her of that fact.

after three whole days, abner had returned and eden was eager to serve him to ask where he’d been. "hey, vi." she whispered to her co-worker and friend, "can you handle this table? i'll tend to table 12." viola nodded, "al-alr-alright." she stuttered, heading to the other direction. eden made her way to abner's table, "hello, there." she greeted him, giving him her usual soft smile. "hi." he smiled back, looking as sombre as ever. "i was wondering when you'd showed up." his eyes widened, "y-you were?" she nodded, "was worried about you." abner looked down, "i-i'm sorry. my mother- she-" he cut himself off, realising he shouldn't tell her what happened to him over the weekend. eden noticed his hesitation, "it's alright. you don't need to tell me anything you aren't comfortable with telling. i'm just glad you're okay." abner nodded, "i'm sorry for making you worry." "it's fine, abner. truly." she assured him, "anyways, what will it be today?" and again, he asked her what else she liked, proceeding to order exactly that.

eden's shift ended earlier today. she changed from her apron and polo shirt to a long-sleeve, casual and long, black dress. she thought back to her conversation with nellie a few days ago and sighed. it would be nice to hang out with someone new. "hey." she walked up to abner's table, "i was wondering if you'd want to hang out at the library. you could maybe show me what you like to read and i could show you what i like to read, or you could even show me what you like to ‘doodle’." she suggested, referring to his sketchbook on the table. again, a shocked expression is displayed on his face. he didn't expect her to want to hang out with him, much less do something with him, but technically hanging out is doing something so.

"o-oh! uh, yeah! of course, yes. sure. yep." his answer made her smile, "let's go, then." she gestured for him to come and follow her, "hope you don't mind walking." eden said as she rubbed her hands together, abner's attention turns to her gloves. "why do you wear gloves?" he randomly blurted out, "oh- uh, sorry. i didn't mean to ask- it was an invasive question- i di-" "it's okay, abner." she tells him, looking him in the eyes. "i have a skin sensitivity problem. i can't touch others, at least not skin-on-skin." eden explained, looking at her gloved hands as they walked. "what kind?" "hm, a sad kind." she simply answered, not saying anything furthermore. abner took it that she didn't want to talk about it anymore and so, he dropped the subject despite his raging curiosity.

when they reached the library, abner had agreed to check out a book she’d suggest. eden was almost giddy hearing his words, she didn’t have anyone to talk to about the books she reads since wyatt and nellie aren’t really bookworms. eden went straight for the classic fiction section while abner went to go find a table in the library to sit at. her eyes skimmed through the titles until eventually lingering longer on a certain book. she grabbed it and headed back to the table, seeing abner already sitting there with his sketchbook in front of him.

eden sat opposite of him and placed her book in front of her. "what are you drawing?" she asked curiously, "o-oh, um, it's- it’s you." he picked up the book shyly and turned it around to show her a sketch of herself sitting at a table and reading a book. “i’m sorry if it’s creepy or weird that i’m drawing you, you’re just the perfect subject for it- not that i’m thinking you’re an object or something for me to draw! that’s not it! it’s just- you’re very beautiful- not!” abner looked like he was having a battle within himself, arguing on the right words he should be saying. “no! you are very beautiful! i’m just- i’m ruining everything. what’s wrong with me?” he whispered the last bit to himself and eden was holding back a small giggle. “hey, nothing’s wrong with you.” she told him, “i’m honoured you think me a good drawing subject, and thank you. you’re the first person to ever use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe me.” abner looked at her and felt so relieved when her expression wasn’t a judgemental one. “why’d you decide to draw me?” she asked, “o-oh. well, your features are just so intriguing and they- they sort of pull me in, if i could say that? your hair is always coiffed so perfectly and your eyes are sharp when you’re reading. i like to challenge myself on conveying as much emotion as possible in my work and the thing about drawing you is that, it doesn’t have to be an emotion, it can just be a neutral feeling. a calm feeling.” as abner was rambling about eden’s features and the drawing, she had noticed his hands were moving as he talked, following the tone of his voice. “oh, and your eyebrows are just amazing. like, they are my favourite thing to draw.” abner soon realised he was talking way too much, he stopped. "i'm sorry. that answer was too long, wasn’t it? and the eyebrow thing was really unnecessary." he apologised and eden shook her head. "no, i like that you told me. i can see you enjoy drawing rather thoroughly." abner slowly nodded, looking down at the table again. “you’re very good at it too.” when she said that, his head shot up. “r-really?” his eyes shined with hope, “really. it looks exactly like me and i do feel very calm when i look at it.” she leaned a little closer to him, “and you got my eyebrows down to a tee.” eden winked, smirking. this was the first time abner saw her so… playful. he loved it.

eden then placed her book of choice on the table before pushing it towards him. abner observed the book cover and the title, "pride and prejudice. true classic. i'm assuming you've heard about it?" the man nods, "i have." he slowly looked at her, "do you like romance novels?" his question makes eden chuckle, "i guess so. it seems as though i sort of live through them, since i don't do it in real life." abner tilts his head to the side, "do what?" "live. love. any of the above." she half-joked, "i don't get out much, and i don't meet many new people." she explained, looking nonchalant. "i'd like to see what it's like to live, to love, to get hurt, etcetera." abner stared at her with his usual sad, puppy dog eyes, he thought she was great. "i'm also a sucker for the victorian era. i won't spoil anything about the book but personally, i think it's a great book that shows how what we perceive can be so different from what the next person is trying to convey." she rambled and then stopped herself, "oh, i'm talking too much, aren't i?" eden asked with a blank expression, "no! no, no, you aren't." he said as he quickly shook his head, "then, i guess you weren't talking too much before either." she flipped the situation around and abner's eyes widened before he let a smile take over his lips. "i guess not." this was the first time he wasn't putting himself down and eden was quite happy about it.

“you said you sort of like reading before. what’d you usually read?” abner pondered for a moment, “usually science books.” his answer was something eden had somewhat expected, he did seem like the non-fiction type. "my mother, she- uh- she only ever has science books in the house, so.." he trailed off, his face entirely flustered. eden noticed he didn't say the sentence with a past tense, assuming he still lived with his mother which she found sweet. "i have a complicated relationship with science. it was a... big topic in my home.” eden noticed he was starting to get worked up again and so she quickly changed the subject. “well, i hope you won’t get bored by my old, little fiction novel.” she joked, abner’s lips upturned into a small smile. “i’m sure i’ll love it.” he said with the most determination she’d ever seen from him.

her eyes averted to his sketchbook. “hey, what about while you read ‘pride and prejudice’, i’ll draw something for you in your sketchbook? if that’s alright with you, of course. i’ve never really drawn before so it may be a bit hideous.” abner stared at her with big eyes before blinking once. “oh, yeah! of course, you can! go ahead, i’m sure it won’t look hideous at all.” he said rather enthusiastically, eagerly pushing the book to her along with his pencil, eraser and pen.

soon, the two of them did their activities in peace. abner slowly flipped through pages, really taking in the words, trying his best to understand them. eden decided to draw a bunny wearing a sweater, trying her best to imagine the animal in her mind. abner's facial expression was as focused as eden's was, they were entirely absorbed in their own books, so to speak. it was something new for the both of them.

abner slowly looked up from the book after reading a few pages, curious to see what eden was drawing. when he saw the bunny, he unconsciously smiled. abner averted his eyes to her face, staring at it and appreciating every little detail. the creases in between her eyebrows as they were furrowed, her slow blinks, her nose flaring when she came across a part that was hard to draw in the right position. when he thought he was staring too much, he immediately lowered his gaze back to the book in front of him. just as he did so, eden looked up to see his reaction to her book. she couldn't even see his face, it was so close to the book that it entirely covered it.

after 30 minutes or so, abner placed the book down and stretched, yawning silently as he did so. “tired?” eden asked, placing the pencil down. “a bit.” he answered, peering at the paper. she noticed he wanted to look at it and so she picked it up and handed it over. abner stared at the bunny wearing a polka-dot sweater. “it’s…” he trailed off, he was so focused on the fact it had polka-dots that he was losing his train of thought. “...bad?” eden joked, abner immediately snapped out of it. “what?! no! not at all! it’s really good! i’m sorry if it seemed that i thought it was bad, i just…” eden raised an eyebrow, “you just…?” abner looked at her, “why are there polka-dots on the bunny’s sweater?” his question made her cock her head, “well, i like polka-dots, so i decided to add them since the sweater looked plain.” abner seemed at a loss for words. “you like polka-dots?” he asked nervously, “yes. i think they’re wonderful.” some sort of warmth spreaded across the pit of abner’s stomach as his heart skipped a beat. he cleared his throat before smiling, “i see.” he fidgeted with the edges of the paper, eden smiled at him. “usually i’d use a lot of colour but well, i don’t have my colour pencils.” abner nodded, “well, then, next time, i’ll bring my colour pencils.” he said with a giddy tone, eden was happily surprised by it.

after that hang out, they began meeting up every week, every week became every day. some days abner would disappear, but never for more than three days. eden never usually questioned him about his whereabouts, only ever asked if he was doing alright and reassuring him that she's there if he needs her, even giving him her home address if he ever needed to see her. she had rather grown attached to him, as she does with people whom she forms bonds with. 

however, this attachment was quite different than from the ones she had with nellie and wyatt. this attachment was much stronger. every time she wasn't with him, it felt like hell, felt like she couldn't breathe. every time abner would disappear for way too long for her own comfort, she'd fret and worry and barely even talk to anyone. eden would only pace and pray that he'd show up in no time.

one day, it was storming just as heavily as it did the night she'd escaped the lab, and abner was suddenly at her doorstep. "abner?" she asked, shocked to see him soaked from head to toe, covered in bruises around his face and neck. she couldn't tell if it was the rain or if he'd been sobbing for the past one hour. a sniffle from him confirmed her speculations. "my goodness, darling. come in, you must be terribly cold." she ushered him into the apartment, closing the door. eden rushed to go grab him a towel, starting to brew him hot tea. "nellie and wyatt are out for a while, that's why i'm alone right now." she said as she took out an ice pack from the fridge, wrapping it with a thin towel.

she made her way to abner, who was sat at the dinner table wrapped cosily in a towel and sipping on his drink. "now, let me see those bruises." she sat close to him, closer than she's ever sat. it made both of them nervous, more evident on abner than eden. she didn't want to ask what caused his injuries, she didn't want to overstep even if they'd been friends for over six months now. "i don't want to pry..." she started, placing the wrapped ice pack against one of the bigger bruises on his face. "but, with how you've turned up on my doorstep looking like you've just been through hell and back, i feel i should ask you how this happened." eden softly shifted his wet hair to the side so she could check if there were anymore dark spots indicating bruising.

abner breathed in before letting out a long, quiet sigh. "you don't have to tell me if you don't feel like it, ab." she assured, he shook his head. "no, i should. you deserve an explanation for why i keep disappearing on you countless of times, and-and why i keep running out at random times before coming back." he rambled, on the verge of crying. "you're my best friend." his voice cracked as a few tears escaped his eyes, eden frowned and placed the ice pack down on the table.

she stood up and wrapped her arms around the man slowly, embracing him wholeheartedly. abner wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned his head against her stomach and cried into the fabric of her shirt. his hands gripped onto the back of her pyjamas, sobbing loudly. his cries stung eden's heart and made her ears ring. "shhh." she stroked his hair to soothe him, trying her best to comfort him despite never having comforted someone before. "you're okay now. you're safe here. you can tell me anything." eden whispered, hugging his head.

after he calmed down, she sat back down and held his hand. abner took another deep breath in, "my mother was a scientist at s.t.a.r. labs once." he started, looking down at the ground. "she was obsessed with turning me and my siblings into superheroes. she experimented on all of us, trying to give us powers." eden froze in her chair as she listened to his words, "she infected me with- with an inter-dimensional virus." he had a hard time saying the words out loud, trying his best to hold himself together. "it infects me with these glowing polka-dots and they turn into lumps that start to form on my face and under my skin, which is why i always run out at random times. i need to expel them by throwing them up. if i don't the virus would eat me from within." abner was so scared. he didn't dare to look up, terrified he'd be faced with a disgusted eden, or a fearful eden. she was neither, she felt sympathetic as she understood what he had went through.

"i still live with her, my mother, she takes care of me and i take care of her. at least, that's what she always tells me." eden grabbed both of his hands, "abner, did she give you these bruises?" she asked, lifting his head by his chin with her hand, staring straight into his eyes. abner fidgeted in his seat, slowly nodding his head as his eyes glistened with tears. his lips trembled and eden wanted nothing more but to murder his mom, that wretched lady, for reducing him to tears.

eden was contemplating on whether he should tell her about her own past, about how she was experimented on as well. she decided she should in order to distract him from his feeling of dread. “you know, i should tell you the truth about my gloves.” she spoke up, holding a glove-covered hand up. abner looked at her with curiosity in his eyes, “when i was born, my mother died from giving birth to me. honestly, that was much better for her than living with my father because he was as useless as an unemployed addict could be.” she smiled bitterly thinking about the man, “as a newborn infant, he sold me off to a lab.” now, abner was fully paying attention when he heard the word ‘lab’. “he sold me off to a lab… for crack.” she laughingly scoffed, tracing circles into the table as she thought about it. “i lived in that lab, getting experimented on for 20 years. never seeing the light of day nor the darkness of the night. getting tormented and electrocuted like a mouse in a maze, like i wasn’t a human being.” she took a deep breath, “i have a condition, not as bad as yours, but i have a condition where i am unable to touch someone with my bare hands because if i do, i can see and feel their worst moments and memories, their worst emotions and the pain, and the suffering to the point it hurts me.” her voice was beginning to turn hoarse, she’d never told anyone about this ever, not even wyatt and nellie.

“i have other abilities too, since i got experimented on so much. i can change and mutilate any of my bodily fluids into some sort of toxin that can immediately melt off the skin from bones, and i have super human reflexes and regeneration.” she explained with feigned excitement, “i killed all of them ten years ago. the scientists, the guards. i tried to help the rest of the children escape but i failed.” she let out a quiet sigh, “i’m just telling you all of this to show you that, i understand what you’re going through and you aren’t alone.” eden held his hand, “i’m here for you, abner. i’ll always be here for you.” abner’s mind was empty, he had definitely forgotten all about his mother. he was in utter disbelief that she was like him, experimented on. he had calmed down and was now focused on eden’s face in front of him.

there was no way this was real. there was no way he had someone as beautiful and as kind as eden, who had went through practically the same things he did, actually cared about someone like him. someone that was not worthy of compassion.

“what?” eden asked when she noticed abner was looking at her with some sort of revelation. “despite going through all that, you’re so nice to me.” he suddenly stated, leading her to be taken aback by his words. “why wouldn’t i be, abner? you’re like one of my only friends.” the raven-haired man looked away, “i know, but i don’t think i deserve it.” she was confused again, “don’t deserve what?” “your hospitality? your friendship? what’s the point?” abner raised his voice a little bit louder, “i’m worthless! i just take up space! i’m here sitting helplessly, while you actually did something! you escaped that fucked up facility-” “i killed people, abner-” “hah! good! they fucking deserved it!” he laughed sarcastically as he interrupted her, “you did something! but i’m just here, stuck with my mother who despises me. there’s no reason for me to exist, i’m just a burden- mh!” as abner voiced out his frustrations, eden closed in the space between them and placed her lips against his making his eyes flutter close.

it was only for a few good seconds before she pulled away and abner was rendered speechless, his eyes slowly open. “you are not worthless, abner. nobody is. if you’re thinking you need to contribute to society in some sort of way in order to be worth something or useful, you’re wrong. you’ve been helping me for these past few months.” eden whispered to him, their faces only a few inches away. abner averted his eyes from her lips to her eyes, “how?” she gave him a soft smile, “you’ve spent so much time with me, you became my friend. you listened to my countless rants about books, you cheer me up when i feel empty. you’re amazing. i love-” she stopped herself, “i love that about you.” she cursed herself in her mind for almost letting out something she definitely wasn’t suppose to. they were just friends, nothing more. yes, that’s why they kissed, they’re just friends. eden, you absolute dolt.

she took a deep breath, “i love you.” she avoided looking at his reaction. she didn’t want him to leave because he felt awkward due to the possible fact he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, nor did she want to see the look of uncomfortableness on his face when he has to tell her he doesn’t like her back.

eden, however, took a chance, and looked at his face that was more than ecstatic. “y-you love me?” he muttered, sounding breathless. he thought he was dreaming, mishearing her, maybe she actually said i love glue, or something else that’s random. the look on her face made him panic, she looked dejected without hearing an actual reply from him. “i-i love you too.” he quickly said, “i do. i really do.” eden’s expression remained indifferent. “no, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. this wasn’t the time, actually, there shouldn’t be a time.” “no! i really do love you! i’ve loved you since i saw you at the cafe, since you first took my order.” abner yelled when she suddenly stood up and started pacing a bit, “i’m in love with you, eden. please believe me.” eden ran her fingers through her hair, not pacing anymore.

“actions speak louder than words.” she simply said, abner’s mouth opened but he didn’t say a thing. he hesitantly got up from his chair and strode towards her. with his height, he towered over her a good amount. abner didn’t know where to put his hands but he decided to just cup her face awkwardly, before pressing his lips against hers once more. eden tilted her head and grabbed onto his hands, bringing them down to be wrapped around her waist as she snaked her hands around his neck. they were both pretty new to the whole concept of kissing, what with the two of them being closed off to any form of intimacy. it was like two awkward, freshmen sharing their first actual real kiss.

it was bliss. being depraved of physical contact ever since the day they were born and getting it for the first time, and it wasn’t just with someone random, it was with someone they’ve been pining after for six months straight.

eden let out a soft moan into his mouth, pulling him closer and pressing her body against his. abner pulled away for a moment when he heard her small noise, when he felt her on him, “w-wait, i’m-” he panted, glancing down at his nether regions. “getting a little too excited?” eden teased, grinning at him. abner’s face was already bright red, “i’m s-” “don’t say sorry. i’m not upset about it.” she told him, caressing his cheek. she rested her forehead against his, “i honestly didn’t think you liked me back, much less loved me back. i was so scared i misread everything.” eden confessed, beaming up at him. “how could i not love you? you’re the only person that doesn’t make me feel like shit, eden. the real question is how you’re in love with me.” “well, pretty boy, you don’t make me feel like shit either.” she countered back, giggling when he rolled his eyes playfully.

finally, all the feelings were out, all the secrets, nothing was kept from one another. everything was perfect now, until it wasn’t.

the next day, abner had entered the cafe with a different type of glow - a ‘i’m dating the woman i’ve been in love with for six months’ type of glow. of course, nellie and wyatt heard all about what happened last night, which leads nellie to constantly jab at them.

“hi there, sugar! here for eden?” nellie asked, wiggling her eyebrows. abner blushed, “m-maybe.” he answered with uncertainty, unsure if he should be admitting that to the owner of the cafe when she probably wants customers to come to her establishment for food and beverages. “don’t look so terrified! i won’t pepper-spray ya.” she assured him, “she’s currently taking table six’s order but i’m sure she’ll be over here soon! can i get you anything in the mean time?” abner gave her a small smile, shaking his head. “no, ma’am.” he answered and with that, nellie went off to check on the kitchen.

abner spent the next few minutes admiring eden from afar as she spoke with the family that she was waiting on. all of a sudden, about three police cars pulled up outside of the shop. abner’s eyes flickered from the cars back to eden, who was now only able to stare at the cops through the windows before they entered the establishment.

“number 037, you are under arrest for the murder of over 47 people. you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” one of the police officers said as they pulled out handcuffs from their belt, grabbing onto eden who wasn’t resisting at all. nellie walked out of the kitchen, flabbergasted with the sight before her. “wh-what? what’s going on here?” she questioned the officers, “are you this woman’s family or guardian?” nellie scoffed, “yes.” she answered as she crossed her arms, “then you can see her at gotham’s police station, where she’s going.” just as the officer said that, abner made his way to them. “no!” he yelled, “you can’t take her!” his eyes brimmed with tears, as he tried to get to eden but they pulled him away. “sir, we’re going to have to ask you to calm down. if you don’t, we will use force.” eden looked at him with no expression, “abner, stop.” she told him and he immediately followed, confused and worried.

eden smiled at him, but it wasn’t any of her usual smiles, it was one that expressed despondent. she held no hope at that point, she knew it was only in a matter of time before they found her. despite that, abner didn’t want to accept it, he couldn’t accept it. something good was being torn away from his very hands just as he got it.

[holmesandtheroman]

"The Empty Place Where Love Should Be" Masterpost

For anyone who wants the links to my Abner Krill x Fem!Reader fic, here is a complete masterpost for all current chapters. I will update here as needed. Enjoy!!

(Also, if you are new to this fic, PLEASE take heed to the warnings. If there are any that I do not list that should be on here, don't hesitate to send me an ask and I will fix it.)

Warnings: Abuse, Abusive Parents, Mentions of Abuse, Abusive Language, Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Past Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

And if you want the link to the AO3 version of this fic, you can find it HERE.

[altrodent]

Hello luv I hope ur having a great day I was wondering if I could request dating headcanons for Abner Krill please 💕

Abner Krill Dating Headcannons

Pairing: Abner Krill x You

Genre/Warnings: Fluff (of the teeth rotting variety), a little bit of a spicy section but not NSFW, (Not proofread)

(A/N): Tysm for the request, I had an amazing time writing this, and I hope you like it!🩷

When you first met:

He was extremely shy, would only occasionally look your way. He was intimidated when you tried spending time with him, but he quickly realized why; you’re the only person to not look like his mother. This was odd, he wasn’t used to this but, after taking leap out of his comfort zone and waving back to you- hell even smiling while he did it- he never could go back. From then on he had this biggest gushiest crush on you, wether he liked it or not

When he asked you out:

He was nervous, as to be expected, but one day when you were talking about random interests with each other he brought up the topic of relationships… he had mentioned he’s never been on a date before, and when you consoled him, he asked if you would take him on one. You could never say no to his cute face, so you said yes, and went on the date with him. Though you didn’t go out shopping, or eat at a 5 star restaurant, you two enjoyed each others company watching classical films and eating as much takeout as you desired. He ended up falling asleep later into the date, which lead to the most comfy sleep he has had in years… it was just the two of you, cuddling on the couch, in a blissful sleepy oblivion. And it couldn’t get any better

The little things:

Abner is very introverted, around you he can open up a little, be more open about his thoughts and feelings. He rarely thanks you for it with words, but he repays you for it with actions. He’ll wash your hair in the shower, or do the dishes when it’s supposed to be your turn, he’ll give you a massage if you’ve had a rough day. When he does things like this, it’s very easy to reciprocate your feelings as well. He loves it when you rub his back and take care of him when he has to expel his dots, he loves it when you patch up his wounds, no matter how small they are, he loves it when you kiss the top bit of his cheek right near his eye when he cries… he loves you.

Nicknames:

He loves it when you give him cute nicknames or pet names. Some of his favorites include Ab, Abbie, my hero, handsome, honey, and on occasion dotty. While he loves the cute nicknames, he does his best to make some for you, with trial and error, but no matter how silly he thinks they are you eat them up. Some of his favorites for you include, love, darling, honey, sweetie, sugar, my love, and beloved. He rarely gets creative with his names, but he does love being able to share them with you.

Jealousy:

He isn’t a man of words, as we know, but when he catches another man looking at you in public, he immediately tries and make it more obvious that you’re holding hands. If that doesn’t work then he’ll try and get you away from that person. When he gets jealous he gets embarrassed, but you honestly adore how much he cares about you, and shower him with love when you two get home. Now, if someone does more than look, let’s say touches your arm flirtatiously, or talks to you inappropriately, he takes action. He’ll step in between you two and just talk to you, most often he’ll just ask you about something near you, like if you were at a bar he’d ask about your favorite drink. If that fails and the man confronts him, he will not hesitate to fight, wether it’s verbally or physically. Let’s just say there has been a scrap here or there between him and creepy guys who were being weird towards you, but even if he fights sometimes you go home and patch him up. Once he’s stopped bleeding, you’ll usually tell him that what he did was stupid… but that you still love him, and appreciate that he stood up for you.

When he went to Belle Reve:

Now, while you aren’t evil or have super cool powers like Abner, when he went to Bell Reve you couldn’t just sit down and wait for him to be released. Hell how long would he be in there for? So, you did what any rational person would do… commit the crime with him. Was it a smart idea? No, but as cold and heartless as Amanda Waller was, you were the only person who could get him to talk, or even get him to leave his cell. When Abner, the other members, and you were called upon to be “Task Force X” You both took the opportunity. For most of the mission peacemaker, or pissmaker when you were annoyed at him, would constantly try to flirt with you or make fun of you two. Luckily for him, colonel flag had defended you plenty, and just the right amount of defense making it so that peacemaker wouldn’t end up with a fist in his ass. Now, after getting hurt, getting drunk, and trying to kill a giant starfish, you ended up saving his life. He was petrified when he realized what just happened. Since then he has been forever in your debt.

Intimacy:

Throughout your relationship, there were times where he has felt rather infatuated with you, more than usual. He loves it when you wear his sweaters around the house, preferably with that and just your (or his) underwear. He puts intimacy in many small things, which sometimes catches you off guard. When you do the dishes, he’ll sometimes stand behind you and place kisses in your hair or on your neck. When he sits on the couch, he’ll even open his legs and give you a space to sit… now you’re not entirely sure if he knows how he makes you feel when he does that, but it’s hot… and you’re not complaining. When you go to bed he loves spooning, on rough days, he loves to be little spoon. When he’s feeling more clingy, he loves it when you both tangle your limbs in a big mess and just feel as close as you possibly could be.

[famigsart]

A collection of Art I made for my fanfic white noise

[vincentvangoghingtokms]

Read the fic "White Noise" by paintedcow on AO3 recently and it was really good plus it gave me the excuse to draw Abner hurt (a favorite pass-time of mine).

Also I drew him too baby looking with not enough full grown man vibes, but it's still good so who cares

[krillposting]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), The Suicide Squad (2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abner Krill/You, Abner Krill/Reader, Abner Krill & Suicide Squad Members, Abner Krill/ Gender Neutral Character Characters: Abner Krill, Harleen Quinzel, Robert DuBois, Cleo Cazo, King Shark (DCU) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Fix-It, POV Second Person, mild body horror Summary:

Some things thrive on death. You know this. Maybe it's the only thing you know. In the aftermath of the Polka Dot Man's death, you keep a desperate vigil over the place where he died. As days pass, you devote yourself in grief to his memory, and wait for a miracle only you believe in.

[vintagepascal]

the plan

AN - behold, my first fic! this is not my first go round in tumblr fanfic, but it is my first fic on this blog, so bare with me while I get my ducks in a row in terms of a masterlist and all of that jazz please. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy :)

word count - 2,500

rating - mature

content warnings - smut, no kinks involved (fluffy smut)

summary - pedro comes home after a few weeks of work and movie night takes a turn for the better (ao3 link if you prefer :) )

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He never would have asked, but it was habit. Or maybe pent up excitement was a better term for the prep work that always seemed to commence when you knew that Pedro would be home. 

It was subconscious now, so much that you barely even registered that it had happened until a few days before he was scheduled to fly home. It made you smile to realize that over the days prior you’d been picking up small things here and there - his favorite foods, a new movie that you’d both been meaning to watch, a new blanket for the couch to cuddle up under, a good bottle of wine. Small things that would make for a perfect homecoming.

It never fully sunk in until the day of the flight, when that text that read “boarded” came through that made your breath come a bit easier and your heart feel a bit lighter. On that particular day, you had an easy day of work ahead of you that helped to pass the time, and only a few hours to kill once you got home. You made the most of your time, settling in quickly as your phone buzzed on the counter.

landed mi amor. should be home in an hour or so

You hearted the message immediately, excitement and relief washing over you simultaneously. 

sounds good baby, you wanna get dinner out or eat something here?

You watched as he typed.

Home please, don’t wanna share you yet. 

You blushed at the thought. 

What sounds good?

Just throw a pizza in the oven, or put in an order at Damascus and I’ll pick it up on my way in, whatever sounds better to you 

Pizza then, it gets you home faster 

He hearted your last message and went silent for a bit. You knew the routine well enough to know that it meant he was getting off the plane and into a car. So you busied yourself around the house, making it as cozy as you could with little touches you knew would make him feel good - fresh sheets, his favorite candle lit in the living room. 

You got ancey 30 minutes later, deciding to change into something more comfortable. Any time emotions ran high, you went for your comfort clothes which were always Pedro’s. 

You found yourself in one of his sweatshirts, a pair of soft running shorts and some of his polka dot socks, dancing around the kitchen as you put the pizza in the oven and tidied to pass the time. 

When you heard the familiar jingle of keys you were putting plates on the counter and you felt the smile spread across your face immediately. You focused on slicing the pizza, wanting to give your man a moment to get in the door and settle before you ambushed him. 

He wasted no time. As soon as he cleared the threshold he was headed for you, suitcase rolled to the side and eyes searching until he spotted you. 

He was humming, a content sound that moved closer to your ear as he came up behind you, arms winding around your middle as he nuzzled into your neck, scruff just the right mixture of soft and rough and him against your skin. You melted into him, breathing him in as you turned around in his grasp. To your surprise, his grip tightened again, lifting you until you were sitting on the kitchen island.

You gasped as your bare thighs hit the cold granite, but Pedro caught it as he kissed you, cradling your face to tilt it down ever so slightly to meet him. He only let go to slide his hands down, down, down until he found your thighs, beginning to chafe his palms across the goosebumps that had spiked up suddenly in an attempt to warm you up.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he cooed between kisses, but you didn’t care. You’d freeze before you moved from where you were in that moment. Instead you hooked a leg behind him, coaxing him closer to you, pinning his hips against the counter and holding him there as you slotted your fingers through his hair. You loved when the parts he played made him grow it out a bit longer, where you could feel his curls begin to peak through. 

You kissed slow, purposefully, all the I missed you and I love you’s that you’d said coming to fruition with each pass of your lips. It didn’t matter how many times you’d done this, it still made your heart flutter each time he pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss right back to your lips, or brushed his lips to the tip of your nose. Each tiny gesture that made you feel loved, cherished, seen . 

By the time you’d gotten enough of your fill, the pizza had gone cold, and the sun had already disappeared behind the buildings, but you didn’t mind. You stayed close for a moment, breathing each other in and reminding yourselves that you had days of this ahead of you - it was the only way you could convince yourself to stop.

“How was your flight baby?” 

“Long, but comfortable. I sat next to a nice old woman from Mexico who I played uno with for an hour,” he said, leaving one hand on your thigh as he slid over and started serving the pizza onto plates. You both didn’t mind a cold slice anyways. Tucking your legs up onto the counter into criss cross, Pedro handed you your plate and settled next to you, leaning against it. “How was work?”

“Fine, it was a pretty easy day. Nothing crazy happened so that’s always good in my book. But it went surprisingly fast considering how ready I was for it to be done.” 

“Ready for it to be done huh? Now why would that be?” He smirked at you.

“Oh no reason, can’t think of anything,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over to brush a crumb off his beard. 

“You got big plans for the evening or something amor?” Pedro teased, inching closer to you.

“Hmmm, I was thinking scary movie, comfy blanket, couch cuddle?” 

“Uh, yes, yes and yes. But, one condition.” He grinned at you, fingers trailing to the hem of your shorts. You quirked an eyebrow. “Less clothes,” he hummed. 

“Deal,” you smiled, stealing a kiss before you climbed down. 

“I’ll set everything up, you warm up the blanket,” he instructed, kissing your forehead. You did as you were told, stripping your shirt and shorts off and scurrying to the corner of the couch, settling in under the blanket and watching Pedro. He moved with a grace that always captivated you, even in the most mundane of tasks - it was nice to have constant eye candy around. It only got better once he got the movie started, lights off and pulled his shirt casually over his head, turning towards you.

He went to lift the blanket, but you swatted his hand.

“No pants zone under here,” you grinned, popping a foot out from the blanket as a guard as he undid his belt and dropped his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. 

He shivered dramatically, making you giggle as you lifted the blanket up for him to scurry under, slotting himself beside you carefully before he reached over to pull you against him entirely as the opening credits began to play. 

You nuzzled up to his neck, basking in the feeling of his skin against yours as you found his hand, tracing his bullseye tattoo absentmindedly. He pressed kisses to your hair when you settled, and you felt the rattle of his laughter, heard it hum in his chest when you jumped at the first scary scene a few minutes later.

“It’s alright mi amor,” he teased, though you could tell his heart was beating a bit faster. “I’ve got you.” 

“I know,” you hummed, letting out a sigh. Pedro held a great respect for movies - sometimes, it was more entertaining to watch him rather than the screen. He always got so engrossed in them, loved explaining and breaking them down while still letting you just enjoy them.

So it surprised you when you felt him readjust and slide down the couch a bit further. Even more surprising when he reached over and ran a finger along your jaw, turning your face to him so he could catch your lips with his. 

Not that you were complaining. You ran your nails gently along his beard, tongues melding as he deepened the kiss, hips shifting as he got somehow closer to you, making you grin.

“Don’t like the movie, hmmm?” You teased against his lips, barely getting the words out before he was on you again, dropping more of his weight into you and pressing you in the cushions.

“Movie schmovie ,” he countered in a grumble, hands moving through your hair. 

You took control then, a familiar dance that Pedro was more than happy to help you choreograph as you rearranged to straddle him. You perched there for a moment, hands on his chest, just taking in the sight of him - beautiful as ever, his curls contrasted against the light fabric behind him, the slight gray in his beard. 

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. I’m just looking at you.” 

His blush was undeniable, and you laughed when he covered his face with both hands. You gently pulled them away, kissing each finger before Pedro pulled you down to kiss him again while keeping your hands trapped with just one of his. 

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled a hair tie off your wrist and reached behind your head with gentle fingers, gathering your hair up and into a messy bun to keep it out of your face. 

“There’s my girl,” he all but groaned, hands moving down to your hips, pressing you into him. It was as if someone had lit a fire - suddenly, neither of you could get close enough to one another. 

A familiar rhythm began, a split between him pushing up against you and flattening down in a desperate plea to become one with him after what felt like so many nights aching to feel him through the screen. 

“I missed you,” you breathed, pulling on his hair hard enough to make him gasp, arching his back just enough to tilt his head back into your hands. He wasn’t at your mercy though - in a swift move he sat up, bringing you with him and finding the back of your bra, guiding it off your shoulders and discarding it over the back of the couch. 

You didn’t care enough to register the cold air, or the goosebumps brought on by the feather light scratch of Pedro’s fingernails down your spine with his left hand, because his right hand was on a mission you were much more preoccupied with. 

His fingertips skimmed the top of your panties, making you whine.

“Pedro,” you whimpered, and you saw your favorite smug smile spread across his face as he gazed up at you.

“Words, mi amor.”

“Please,” was all you could think to say, your hips moving up towards him. “Don’t tease me, it’s been too long, please .” 

He wasn’t good at denying you anyways, but when you begged he never stood a chance.

“Tell me what you need baby, and it’s yours.”

You were done talking. You showed him instead, lifting up just enough to reach between you and push his boxers down, freeing him. He got the message, reaching down to push the fabric the rest of the way off his legs. 

Your panties were next - he didn’t bother trying to get them off. He simply ripped them down the side as if they were made of paper. You watched the muscles in his biceps ripple and you groaned, impatient.

Pedro’s hands skidded up your thighs, and you knew what he was after. A master of foreplay, you quivered at the memory, but you didn’t have the patience, not when you could practically feel the heat rolling off him right below you. 

You shook your head, dipping down to distract him with a kiss and reaching between you again, lining up and sinking down with a sigh. The stretch was sweet, a satisfying sting that was worth the reaction you got to swallow from your boyfriend - his eyes rolled back, fingers digging into your thighs as he groaned, giving you the chance to nip at his neck. 

“Fuck me,” he breathed, guiding you along him, arms moving to wrap around your torso as you rocked together. “God I missed this.”

Bracing with one hand he sat the two of you up, changing the angle in a way that made you bite into his shoulder to keep from screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

Pedro sucked in a breath through his teeth, gaining leverage and thrusting up into you. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, your forehead falling to his shoulder as you got lost in the rhythm that he kept you in, giving him control of your body - he knew it better than you by now anyways. It didn’t take long, between his hand between you with just the right about of pressure, his strong arm holding you steady.

“There you go baby, cmon give it to me,” he coached, rocking you strong and you tried to stay with him. 

“Yes, yes yes yes fuck,” you cried. Pedro caught you as you arched back, holding you steady with both his hands as you came undone, legs shaking as he chased his own high, right behind you as he came with a final thrust. 

The afterglow was blissful, despite the gentle aftershocks that still made your legs tremble. Pedro rubbed circles in the muscles of your thighs, peppering kisses to your shoulders as he tried to even out his breathing. 

As gently as he could, he lifted you off of him just enough to settle you back onto his lap. Your lungs stopped burning after a moment and you leaned back just enough to meet Pedro’s eyes, immediately bursting into giggles at the look he gave you.

“Well that was… something.” 

“Something huh? That was an ambush! I had a whole plan, I haven’t gotten to make love to you in weeks and we just fucked like teenagers on the couch!” Pedro laughed his way through his words, kissing your cheek as you blushed crimson. 

“I love you, sue me,” you shrugged, shivering a bit as the AC kicked on. Ever the caretaker, Pedro noticed and wrapped the blanket around the two of you again. 

“Do you want new panties or anything? Water? Towel?”

You shook your head, too comfy in that moment to care - if you made a mess, you’d clean it tomorrow. Pedro settled the two of you back into the corner of the couch, rewinding the movie by about fifteen minutes and re-immersing himself in it, but staying keenly aware of you. 

But you were still glowing, satiated and happy for the time being just to be next to him, tracing shapes on his chest while he played with your hair and watched the screen. 

It turned out to be a decent movie, and Pedro scooped you up bridal style when the credits played, making you smile.

“How’re you feeling mi amor?” 

“Happy. Loved. Why do you ask baby?” 

“Because now it’s time for my plan.” 

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as always in the writing world, any interaction means the world!! please let me know your thoughts, and feel free to send a request if you have any :) I write for Pedro and currently for Joel, Din, Javi P, Javi G and Frankie!

[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 2

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

You could only imagine Terrian's horror when he burst through the door. There you were on the floor, in your underwear, the naked half-breed practically on top of you, holding your wrists back. But you were quite certain his horror paled in comparison to yours.

Terrian took hardly more than a second to process the scene before he grabbed the nearest supply table and hoisted it into the air, rushing toward the half-breed. The young man instantly let go of you and grabbed the table before Terrian could swing it down. Jerking it free of the doctor's hands, he slung it across the room and stood up.

Terrian paused momentarily in shock, then threw a punch. The half-breed caught his fist and shoved him back, like an older sibling might do to a child. “What are you doing?" he asked Terrian calmly.

"You're asking me?! You're the one attacking my nurse!"

The half-breed looked at Terrian, puzzled. "Attacking? I was trying to help her up. She bumped into a cot."

You looked up then. "But, you were coming toward me and..."

"I suddenly felt weak. I was heading for the cot behind you," the half-breed said. His voice monotone, mechanical.

You felt stupid. You stood up slowly, pulling the jeans still clutched in your right hand up in front of you again. "I-I'm sorry. I misunderstood."

Terrian looked between you and the half-breed, then suddenly bowed his head. "Please forgive us! I misunderstood as well. I was only trying to protect my nurse. If you must punish us, please allow me to accept hers as well!"

"Doctor, you can't-"

"Be quiet!" Terrian yelled, his head still bowed.

The half-breed looked at both of you curiously. "Punish? I only intend to thank you for taking care of my wound."

Terrian glanced up. "Oh, I see," he said nervously, pushing the glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Well then, you're very welcome."

You bowed your head slightly. "You're welcome," you repeated.

The half-breed glanced down and then, as if just realizing he was nude, looked at Terrian and said, "Where are my clothes?"

Terrian laughed uneasily. "I had to tear them off. I was in a hurry to stop the bleeding. I'm sorry."

"No matter. May I have something to wear?"

Terrian ran over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a pair of white and blue polka-dot pajamas. "This is all I have here at the clinic. They're a little embarrassing, but they're clothes nonetheless."

The half-breed pulled them on wordlessly, seemingly giving no thought to how ridiculous he looked. He again looked to the two of them. "Thank you again."

"Wait! Before you go, could you please fill out this form?" Terrian asked, holding out a sheet of paper.

You blanched. You couldn't believe Terrian had the guts to ask something of a half-breed. No one asked them for anything, unless it was to spare their lives. Even that was generally refused.

The half-breed took the paper, looked it over, then his eyes fell upon Terrian again. "Why?"

Terrian was looking nervous. "Of course it's not required. It's just that we like to keep up with our patients, so we can be sure to check on them and keep them healthy. Speaking of which... I recommend you come back to the clinic in three days so I can check the wound, to be sure there is no infection."

You were standing behind the half-breed and immediately began motioning for Terrian to stop right there, to just shut up and let the guy leave. You silently mouthed the words, "No! No way! Stop!" but Terrian either could not read your lips or was purposely ignoring you.

"Alright," the half-breed said, and you stifled a groan. "I'll come back in three days." He laid the paper on a nearby counter and Terrian handed him a pen. He scribbled on the paper, and you watched him with amazement. You had never seen a half-breed do anything so normal as writing on a piece of paper. They seemed so different, so inhuman. Normal things like writing or wearing pajamas or even sleeping were just beneath them.

When he was finished, he handed the paper to Terrian and walked out the door without another word. As soon as the door closed behind him, both you and Terrian let out a heavy sigh of relief. You looked sharply at Terrian. "Why did you tell him to come back?! Anna will have a heart attack!"

"Anna doesn't run this clinic. I do," Terrian said flatly, standing the table he had used in his unsuccessful attack back up.

"She might never come back! What those things did to her family, what they did to her... I wouldn't blame her if she had a mental breakdown at the sight of him coming into this clinic again!"

Terrian stopped and looked at you. You’d never seen his face so serious before. "I'm fully aware of what those like him did to Anna. But I'm also aware that he was not one of the ones who attacked her. I won't ask her to treat him or even be in the room with him, but I won't turn a patient away, no matter who they are. Anna has to accept that."

You thought it over. Maybe it would help Anna to face her fears. You calmly pulled on your clothes, seeing no more need for modesty after all that had happened in the past few minutes, then turned to Terrian. “I'm sorry, Doctor."

Terrian smiled, returning to his normal self. "It's alright. Just get some rest tonight, okay?"

"Thank you for trying to save me."

He blushed a little, pushing his glasses up again. "Oh, that. Don't worry about it. You're my precious nurse! I can't let anyone hurt you."

You gathered up your things and gave him a hug goodbye. "See you tomorrow."

"Take care of yourself!" he called after you as you walked outside. The red sun was beginning to set and the dark night sky was spreading rapidly. The street lamps lit your way as you headed toward your apartment a couple of blocks away. It was not a long walk, but an uncomfortable one even now, after three years of walking back and forth between the clinic and the apartment.

Two teenage boys appeared suddenly in your path, each holding a knife. One of them tore the blue duffel bag from your shoulder. "Whatcha got in here?" he asked.

You sighed. "A nurse uniform. You want it?"

The boy unzipped the bag and emptied the contents onto the pavement. Your skimpy nurse uniform spilled out and both boys bent down to look. "Shit, she wasn't lying," one of them said.

The other shook his head and stood up. "Let's go."

You watched them until they disappeared around a corner then squatted down to pick up your uniform. You folded it sloppily and shoved it into the duffel bag. "As if I'd be stupid enough to carry anything valuable with me," you muttered.

Just before you stood up, you heard the faint sound of crying. You rose slowly to your feet and looked around. A scream rang out, and you quickly zipped the duffel bag and threw it onto your shoulder, hurrying to move on.

Experience told you to ignore screams and cries. Those who got involved in scenes like that usually ended up at the clinic. But as you walked by an alley, you saw a flash of white and blue polka-dots under a street lamp.

You stopped and took a couple of steps back. Straining your vision, you could see those familiar pajamas moving. You heard more screaming, then heard a child's voice screaming, "Mama! Mama!"

Without thinking about what you were doing, you began running down the alley, until the full scene came into view. A woman's body laid dead on the ground, the head nowhere to be seen. A little girl was lying over the body, shaking with sobs. A man was on his knees, his head bleeding and both arms missing, blood squirting from the stumps that remained.

The half-breed stood over them, blood all over Terrian's pajamas. In his left hand, you could now make out the woman's head. The man on his knees screamed out in anger, and within seconds the half-breed had lunged toward him and shoved his hand right through the man's chest.

The child screamed as the man collapsed, dead. The half-breed dropped the head and approached the girl, lifting his hand.

You ran forward and grabbed the half-breed around his waist. You must have somehow put pressure on his wound, as he grunted and fell to his knees. He looked at you, eyes narrowed into a terrifying stare. And then, recognition appeared on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked, that mechanical voice from before was the same even now, while he was covered in the blood of his victims.

You let go of him and pulled away. "Please... please don't kill the child!"

"Her father attempted to rob me. I punished him. His wife attempted to attack me, so I punished her. The child attempted to stop the punishment, so now I will punish her."

You were crying. All you could think of was Anna watching the half-breeds slaughter her mother and brother, the only family she had left. "You can't!" you cried, positioning yourself in front of the child. "They obviously didn't know what you are, because you don't have your uniform on!"

The half-breed stood up. "Are you saying it would be alright for him to rob a normal human?"

"No!" you said, holding your position, "I'm saying they didn't deserve this! Even if he robbed someone, his wife and daughter don't deserve to suffer for it!"

He was silent for a moment, watching you. Then said, "You're interfering with a punishment. Move aside."

You didn't move. "I can't, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt the child!"

"You're giving me commands?"

"I'm begging! Please... you... you owe me."

The half-breed raised his eyebrows, the only thing on his face that indicated his surprise. "Owe you?"

Tears were streaming down your face and your hand was behind you, on the little girl's shoulder. You could feel the child shaking.

"We saved your life, the Doctor and I. You'd be dead right now if it not for us. Please, do me this one favor in return."

He was quiet for a long time, as if thinking about your request. You were surprised he didn't kill you the moment the words 'you owe me' escaped your lips. But he finally spoke. "Alright. I'll spare the child. My debt has now been repaid."

You took a deep breath. "Thank you," you said, standing up.

The half-breed turned to walk back down the alley, and you watched him carefully until he disappeared in the darkness. You looked down at the little girl. "I know it's hard right now, but someday things will be better."

The girl looked up at you with tear-filled eyes. "Thank you so much! Thank you for saving me!"

You smiled weakly at her. "This world is bad enough as it is, but if every now and then one person can save another, maybe things aren't so horrible. Remember that when you grow up, okay?"

The little girl struggled to return the smile, then glanced around the alley at the remains of her family.

You took her hand and pulled her up. "Come on, I'll take you to my place tonight. Then I'll introduce you to a good friend of mine tomorrow. I think you two will have a lot in common."

The girl followed after you down the street and to the apartment. She had lost everything within the course of a few minutes, but in this city, in this world, it was a common occurrence. So common that it broke your heart. You felt a little guilty for having saved the half-breed's life. If he were dead now, the little girl's parents would still be alive. But then, it could've just as easily been another half-breed who attacked them. One that owed you nothing.

You gave the girl a bath, changed into pajamas, and went to sleep with the girl cradled in your arms. It was the first time you had shared a bed since your parents had died, and even though the girl cried until she fell asleep, you felt warm at night for the first time in years.

[onlyseokmins]

Joshua Hong Fic Recs — onlyseokmins edition 🔞

Full disclaimer, I cheated and just went through my #ez.reads tag so I suppose I will make other member's this way if people want me to and continue to add stories when I have the time! These can all be found under my Joshua tag however pls note these are specially Joshua ONLY and do not include stories that feature other members and are ALL SMUT so minors dni! Finally, don't forget to give these writers some well-deserved love, gratitude, appreciation, and a reblog 💖 I promise I'll read more shua fics jskdkdjd

@onlymingyus

imagine

@venerex

Got It Bad

11:42

23:41

Polka-Dots

Strawberry

@httplastic

Missed Me?

@peachybun-bun

Wound Up

@wonwussy

Perfect Gentleman

@heartkyeom

Fine Line

@jeongwife

imagine

@shuacore

imagine

@duhnova

Steamy

@wonuhour

Soft Hotel Hours

Boyfriend Headcanons

@multi-kpop-fanfics

Fall From Grace

Deer Hybrid

@seungkwansphd

Sit Down

@bitchlessdino

Plush

@cheolism

Gentlemen Do It In Cars

@onlyhuis

Cranberry Concoctions

@hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Clothes Make the Man

[blade-ranger-301]

Character Sheet

I've yet to complete reference sheets for all characters and OCs, and I'm going to start posting my Planes 2 fanfic series.

So I'll put some information about 'em here :)

Blade Ranger

Blade is a young male AW193 hybrid originating from the county of Lancashire, in north England. He's known for having a northern accent. He's about "as broad as they come" - and as a 'northener', he's known for skipping t's and h's and the like when it comes to pronouncing words in a sentence. Typical for people around these parts 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

His dialect often jumps between Lancashire and Mancunian 🐝 as he had spent a lot of time growing up around these areas.

He's strong, attractive, handome, hot, suave, has the most gorgeous blue eyes, and he's known for his grumpiness and short temper. As a typical Brit, he's incredibly stoic, downplays his misfortunes, and he swears...a lot

He's also the chief of Piston Peak Air Attack team, and is one lucky man to have bagged himself the most loyal AW109, who's the queen constantly by his side. He takes no shit off anyone. Anyone new who visits his base will quickly know their place in his territory. This hot ball of anger fuelled by raging testosterone is not someone you want to mess with...ever 🔥🔥🔥

Toni

A young female AW109 with the most beautiful lime green eyes 💚

She's a whole bag of personality. One moment, she's shy, timid and polite - the next, she's passionate, flirty and sassy. Her signature sass look is the rose tinted sunglasses 🕶🩷

She's the PPAA's drop-dead gorgeous secretary - who also happens to be in a fiery relationship with the Chief 😏🔥

She's gentle, caring and loving - yet smart, forward, confident, cocky and annoyingly sassy.

Bravo and Echo

Ah, the twins...Double trouble

These two Superhornets were born as identical twin brothers, raised by a pair of Superhornets from the Jolly Wrenches squadron.

This handsome pair follow their family lineage and join one of the best of the UK's Navy squadrons, the Jolly Wrenches, learning just what it takes to be with the best of the best and fighting to protect their country.

Bravo is the callsign belonging to a calm and reserved Hornet named "Steve". His modex number is 113. Echo is the callsign belonging to his twin, Daniel: a bouncy, energetic boy who's just a big kid. He has the modex code number of 210.

Bravo is known for his stoicism, calm nature and reserved temperament. Though, he can be grumpier and a little frosty ❄️ Echo is the complete opposite. He's a goofball and a total lovable idiot - but that's why we all love him. For identical twins, they sure have their differences on occasions.

The twins use their stellar instincts and honed-in skills to become two of the squadrons' best troops, taking after their parents, especially their father, who was one of the Wrenches' best Superhornets when he was in his prime.

These twins have it all. The military lineage, the best genetics, the handsome looks, amazing service records, heightened flying skills, and that toned, muscley fuselage (think Top Gun volleyball scene but plane-ified)

Delta and Sierra

Delta and Sierra - sisters from another mister. These girls are actually cousins, but they've been close their whole lives and consider themselves as sisters.

Delta is the callsign belonging to Daisy. She wears a yellow helmet adorned by loads of small daisy flowers. Her modex number is 222.

Sierra is the callsign belonging to Emily. Her helmet is the same yellow as her cousins, but decorated with small, white polka dots. Her number is 124.

These two become head over wheels for the Jolly Wrenches' most top troops, Bravo and Echo. Delta eventually becomes a pair with Echo, whilst Sierra can't resist the stoic, cool-as-ice Bravo.

These two blue-eyed babes are also pretty decent within the squadron. Not as many missions as their male counterparts, but still a fair few sorties that they've experienced together.

Micheal

*drawing not mine*

Micheal is a male British Airways Concorde with blue eyes. He's young, male, handome, suave, and insanely rich. This posh supersonic jet is a certified billionaire, though he's very humble about it. He's not one of these posh snobs with a 'Buckingham Palace' London accent, oh no. Despite all the money at his disposal, he's still humble, caring, decent, and a gentleman. He loves to help his close friends if he can. He loves to treat himself and his loved ones, but will occasionally donate a little bit to charities every so often.

He's fast as well as rich. He set the world record for the fastest Concorde to travel from London Heathrow to New York airport.

He loves speed, but upon meeting a Ryanair 737 and unexpectedly falling in love, she teaches him that there's more to life than going fast. Sometimes it's good to slow down; both materially and physically.

Amy

*drawing not mine*

Amy is a female Boeing 737 Max 8 with light blue eyes. She has the sexy split scimitar wingtips that are nornally seen on the 737-800's, and she wears the Ryanair livery.

Amy may be cute and small, but she has a huge heart and a big personality. She's headstrong, forward, confident and sassy.

Nothing annoys this sassy little lady more than the stupid 'Ryanair hard landing' memes, but she doesn't need to speak to stand her ground. Her perfected buttery landings are all that's needed to be said 🧈

Amy eventually meets the most humble, genuine, most handome Concorde in her life. When they eventually fall in love and become a pair, Amy learns to keep this white rocket on a short leash. She's the only one that can slow him down 🚀

Stella and Logan

The proud parents of identical twins, Bravo and Echo.

Before the kids came along, Stella and Logan were active members of the Jolly Wrenches squadron in the 1990's.

Back then, Logan was one of the best Hornets of the Wrenches in his prime, with an impeccable service history and performance record. Stella obviously saw potential in this particular male, yet still played hard to get when they first met. Now, they have two beautiful children to call their own, something that they always wanted. A family.

(I haven't created helmet designs, callsigns or modex numbers for these two yet 😭 hoping I will one day)

Others

Other characters may be mentioned in future posts, art and fanfics. Typically the Jolly Wrenches, staff at Piston Peak, and the rest of the PPAA crew. I have no developments for them as of yet

[nouearth]

MIGUEL O'HARA.

♤ ── headcanons & drabbles

✩ baby-sitting for miguel. [ headcanon | smut ] ✩ baby-sitting for miguel (part ii). [ headcanon | smut ]

PETER PARKER.

♤ ── fanfics

✩ 12 months. [ fic | angst ] ✩ a letter to spider-man. [ fic | fluff & comfort ] ✩ a sticky situation. [ fic | smut ] ✩ double-stuffed. [ fic | smut ] ✩ hope. [ fic | angst ] ✩ lessons in kissing. [ fic | smut ] ✩ let me in. [ fic | smut ]

STEVE ROGERS.

♤ ── headcanons & drabbles

✩ some enchanted evenings. [ headcanon | fluff & smut ] ✩ polka dots and moonbeams. [ headcanon | fluff & smut ]

return to masterlist.

[embodyingchaos]

❥ heart to heart | chapter two

pairing: abner krill x oc genre: best friends to lovers! warnings: angsty wangsty, very short oof, mention of murder word count: 1.9k masterlist: heart to heart last chapter: chapter one next chapter: -

eden yawned as best as she could with the head gear that was somewhat like a scold’s bridle that was placed over her head and mouth. she was very tired from everything she had to deal with over the last week. not only did she get arrested, she had to deal with the press, had barely any time to say goodbye to nellie, wyatt, viola or abner, and to top it all off, she was sent to good ol’ belle reve.

her cell guard opened the door, “you got a few visitors, ‘37.” she said, making eden flinch at the sound of the name. she got up, “can’t you just call me eden, flora?” she asked, muffled. flora pressed her lips together, “you know i can’t do that.” she told her, holding onto her as they walked to the non-contact visits room. when she got there, she turned to the woman. “could you take this off? kinda hard to talk with it on me.” eden said, pointing at the mouth guard. flora sighed and took it off before moving her to sit at the first counter. 

she stretched her mouth muscles before picking up the phone, “hi there, wy.” she greeted with a lazy tone, looking unbothered. “hi, eddie.” he greeted back with the nickname he fashioned for her a long while ago.

“weren’t planning on telling me and nel that you escaped from a lab facility that was experimenting on you and that you killed all the scientists and guards?” eden remained expressionless. “i’m pretty sure you would have called the police, wy.” “no, i wouldn’t have. you’re like a daughter to me, kiddo.” he said, his gaze softening. “it’s not right that they’re keeping you here.” eden sighed heavily, “i killed people, wy. yes, they did horrible, unspeakable things to me, but i killed them, and that’s a crime. the last person alive has to take the blame, and i don’t mind. i’m happy i was able to spend the last ten years with freedom, with you and nellie, and viola. i got to see the stars at least more than once, and that’s enough for me.” wyatt wasn’t one to cry or get too emotional, but seeing her behind the glass accepting her fate and not even trying to defend herself, it hurt him.

he stayed quiet for a bit before speaking up again. “there’s someone else here to see you.” wyatt told her, eden nodded as he left to go get them. the person who came in fidgeted as he took a seat. eden smiled at them as she picked up the phone, “hello, abner.” she greeted, happy to see him.

abner looked horrible. it seemed that her whole situation definitely affected him. his facial hair had grown much more since a week ago, it was much more prominent. the bags and dark circles under his eyes were also very visible, he hadn’t been sleeping. “abner, you look like you just came back to life-” “i miss you.” he cut her off immediately, tears threatening to escape his eyes. eden was trying to lighten the mood with a joke but it didn’t seem like it would work. “i miss you too, abbie.” she said, fiddling with the end of her shirt. abner sniffled, “it’s not fair. those people deserved to die.” eden gave him a small smile. “nobody deserves to die, abner. it’s not my job, or anyone else’s job to decide who gets to live or die. we don’t have the right to do so. i was wrong to do what i did.” she suddenly let out a choked sob, “and i ended up killing everyone, even the other patients, the kids. it was all my fault.” seeing her crying was something abner was not used to. he had never even seen her cry this much before.

abner didn’t know what to do, or say. he couldn’t even hug her to comfort her since she was behind the glass. then, he thought he should say exactly that. “if i could right now, i-i would hug you, and- and tell you everything is not your fault.” he nervously said, “you’re human, and you lashed out and made a mistake, and that’s okay. those kids are in a better place now thanks to you. they would have been in misery if they stayed in that lab any longer, ed.” eden looked up from her lap and stared at abner through her blurry vision. she wiped the tears from her face.

“i’m sorry i told you i love you, abner. now, you have to deal with me being in here and i’ll probably never be able to hug you ever again.” she apologised, her voice cracking. “i'm such an idiot." "no. you aren't." he adamantly said, determined to get his point across. "i am so happy you told me. it’s not your fault, you didn’t know they’d found you are that they’d been following you for a month now.” he teared up, “i’m going to visit you every day and-” “belle reve doesn’t allow more than three 1-hour visits per week, ab.” eden cut him off and he huffed in frustration, “then, i’ll visit you every gosh darn week! back-to-back with a day break! i’ll visit you on monday, wednesday, friday and repeat!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the table.

abner slid back into his chair, “this isn’t fair.” he whispered, but not to eden, to himself. abner looked back up at her and found her staring at him with her old, empty, black eyes. “life’s never fair.” she simply said, her lips falling into a flat line. in a matter of moments, she was entirely detached and that terrified him. being terrified was nothing new to him though, was it?

as days passed by, eden only spent time in her cell. she had asked for a book or two, and they allowed her to have a few. the most annoying part of being at belle reve was the fact that she constantly got ridiculed for having to wear the scold bridle. even if it did annoy the living shit out of her, she honestly didn’t care, she couldn’t care. plus, she was able to take it off during meal times and when she wanted to brush her teeth so it wasn't so bad. eden had been warned many times that if she even thought about spitting at one of the guards, she’d get tasered and sent to solitary.

as a year passes by, time has never been slower yet faster. eden spent most of her time sleeping or doing chores around the facility. she made a friend, the only problem was that the friend liked rats.

“i still don’t understand why out of all the animals your father could have chosen, he had to choose a rat.” eden mumbled as she played around with her plate of food as she sat opposite of her friend, cleo cazo, also known as ratcatcher 2. “what’s with the judgement, eddie?” “do not call me that, caz.” the older girl warned as she glared at cleo who only gave her a cheeky grin. “sorry.” she was not sorry when she said this. the two of them always spent a lot of time together, mostly because when cleo doesn’t feel like talking to her pet rat, sebastian, she talks to eden. eden usually just endures it, she didn’t like to talk when using her dehumanising muzzle.

after lunch, cleo had decided to go back to her cell early because she wanted to sleep. eden looked around the lunch room until a familiar head of hair stopped her in her tracks. there was no way that was him, right?

she slowly got up from her table and made her way to the man that sat at the table in another corner. he kept his head down, his black hair covering his eyes. there was no doubt about it, this was him. “abner?” eden’s voice was barely above a whisper when she called out his name but somehow he had still heard it. abner’s head snapped up as his eyes glistened from the lighting, “eden…” he said in disbelief, “wh-” eden scrambled to sit opposite of him, “what happened?! why are you here?!” she asked, obviously shocked at the fact he was in belle reve. “you haven't visited me for a whole month. i thought something happened. clearly, i was correct.” abner smiled sadly, nodding.

“i’m sorry. i was going through a hearing, and-and then trial, and there was no time to see you at all.” he rambled before taking a deep breath, “i killed her. i didn’t mean to.” the words were so quiet, eden didn’t pick it up. “and now, she’s everywhere.” she looked at him with perplexity, “what? i didn’t catch that?” abner looked at her with teary eyes, “i killed my mom. i thought she was going to hurt me. i didn’t mean to.” eden’s gaze softens, “it’s okay, abbie. it’s not your fault. your mother was a horrible person for putting you and your siblings through all of the things she did.” she reached out to grab his hand under the table which he easily accepted.

he whimpered, “but now she’s everywhere, everyone looks like her.” eden looked down at the table, “do i look like her to you?” abner stared at her face and her eyes, shaking his head. “you’re the only one who doesn’t.” he confessed, making her grin, “then, i guess you should stick with me, huh?” she nudged his foot with her own and a tiny smile finally took over his lips.

for the next few months, the two hung out around the facility whenever they could. they’d try to get the chores where they would be able to clean at the same time so they’d get to have a conversation or two. on more than two occasions, other prisoners would start picking on or insulting abner. this caused eden to get into more than a few fights, resulting in solitary confinement. 

abner was never one to complain, but he hated the fact that they made her wear a scold bridle. “it’s dehumanising!” eden smiled as she sweeped the floor, “well, they have to take precautions.” she mocked amanda waller’s voice, remembering the exact words she used when eden herself complained about the bridle. the girl didn’t care about it that much, but she did care about how it kept her from being able to kiss him.

they tried their best to keep their relationship on the low. word was getting around that waller had been trying to recruit villains for a task force of some sort. eden knew amanda waller would try to use their relationship to her advantage, and the day she was proven right came quicker than expected.

the crinkling of potato chip bags and the click-clacking of keyboards were the only sounds that filled the room. a woman with long curly hair stood up from her chair and headed over to their chief’s office.

she knocked on the door before turning the handle, “ms. waller?” she asked, “yes, crawley?” waller answered, not looking up from her computer. “i’ve got the files for the prisoners you wanted to recruit.” crawley said as she placed the information on her desk. “all of this includes 037 as well?” waller asked, opening up the first file which consequently was eden’s. “yes, but they called her eresidae in the lab after they’d studied her powers so that’s her name for her file.” crawley explained and was immediately dismissed. “thank you, crawley. you may leave.” waller stared at eden’s headshot before looking back at the computer screen.

there on the screen was eden having a conversation with abner, sitting closely to him. waller knew exactly how to get her on the task force now.

[holmesandtheroman]

The Empty Place Where Love Should Be — Abner Krill x Fem!Reader

Chapter 8

A/N: Yeah, yeah yell at me. I went through some tough shit last year. My grandfather died, I got rejected from PhD programs, I discovered some chronic illnesses I had, the Queen died... Life was a mess. Anyway my triumphant return is (somewhat) here. And, if you like, you can read the whole fic on my AO3 here.

You had gotten turned around in the grocery store unintentionally more than a few times, even though that was your regular store. You were absolutely on cloud nine to the point where you could not think straight. You had a date with Abner!

After you went back inside Coop’s Kitchen on the day of your first kiss with Abner, you both worked out the logistics of when and where you would have your first date. You had been concerned about how he would get around his mother’s grasp, but he assured you multiple times that he would find a way to get away for at least three hours the next week. He also said he wanted to surprise you with where you would have dinner. Apparently, confessing your feelings about him had made him a little bolder, and you secretly admired his growing confidence.

You shook yourself as you realized you had been staring at a six-pack of chicken ramen for several minutes. You must have looked silly, but you did not care.

You heard a bit of a scuffle on the end of the aisle and looked to find an older woman in an electric wheelchair getting her wheel caught against a wire basket that held the deal of the week. She struggled more and the basket toppled, sending plastic bottles of ketchup all over the aisle.

“Dadgum baskets!” she hissed to herself. You rushed over after seeing her struggle to turn herself to the side to pick up the items.

“Here,” you offered as you quickly kneeled and began gathering the bottles. “I’ve got it.”

The woman shook her head. “These flippin’ things. Don’t know why they put ‘em at the end of an aisle. That’s a safety hazard.”

You turned the basket upright and filled it with the bottles. “They ought to move them,” you said nervously.

“Thank you for helping me. These old legs of mine aren’t doing too good nowadays. I can barely walk and my useless son is no help,” she said, rolling her eyes at the mention of her son.

“Oh, I’m sure he does his fair share,” you remarked distractedly as you now worked to untangle the wire basket from the wheel of her wheelchair.

“His fair share of fudging everything up. I mean look around. You see his sorry behind coming to help me? No, a sweet girl like you had to come up and do it yourself.” She huffed. Under her breath, she muttered, “Useless little shit.”

You were starting to feel extremely uncomfortable in the woman’s presence, and you were quickly trying to search your mind for conversation-ending sentences. Before you could say anything, however, you heard the sharp splintering of glass behind you. You whirled around.

“Abner, you complete fuck-up! Look at what you did!” the woman screeched as you realized in horror that Abner was indeed standing in front of you, blanched as white as a sheet with his dark eyes like saucers as they stared at you.

You looked down at the shattered jar of pickles that had fallen from his trembling hands. Your mouth started to form his name in shock, but you saw him shake his head almost imperceptibly. You shut your mouth.

“Honestly, Abner, now we’re gonna have to pay for two jars! Pathetic little klutz,” the woman shouted.

You sharply jerked your head to the woman you now understood to be Abner’s mother. “It was an accident,” you snapped before you could stop yourself. You swallowed and recomposed yourself. “Let me pay for it. Please.”

“No, it’s ok—“ Abner started to whimper, but his mother cut him off.

“Shut up, you little twerp! Mouth shut when mama’s talking to someone!” She turned back to you.

“Here,” you reached into your purse and pulled out a ten-dollar bill and nearly shoved it into the woman’s hand. “Now you can buy two jars.” You turned around, seeing Abner’s form shrunken in on himself and his head hanging in defeat and embarrassment. He avoided your eye contact, but you could tell his eyes were watering. You desperately wanted to comfort him, but you knew that that action would get him into infinitely more trouble than he was already in.

You grabbed the packs of ramen you were staring at earlier and quickly made your way down the opposite end of the aisle. As you turned the corner, you heard a sound that was similar to a yelping puppy. You glanced behind you to see the older woman with a vice grip on Abner’s ear, his thin hands grasping at her wrist to let go. You could not hear what she was saying to him, but you could tell it was incredibly vile.

You walked to the cashier stand, ice cold running through your veins at what you had just witnessed. You were numb and scared for Abner. If she would do that in public, then what on earth was she doing at home? The memory of Abner’s black eye ran through your mind, and a pit formed in your stomach. What had she done to him as a child?

You paid for your groceries and grabbed the bags. As you were walking out the door, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned around. Surprisingly, it was Abner.

With a defeated expression still on his face, he quietly said, “Mother wanted me to give this back to you.” He held out the ten-dollar bill you had given to the woman. You glanced over his shoulder to see his mother a good ten feet back, glaring at the back of his head. “She said that it wasn’t right to take your money when I’m the one who… who fudged up.” His voice wavered, and you wanted to scoop him up right there and take him home and save him from the horrible woman.

Instead, you gently took the ten from him, lingering your touch on his hand for a moment. “It’s ok. It wasn’t your fault.” You lowered your voice. “It will never be your fault, Abner. Everything is ok.” You searched his gaze for understanding what you truly meant, and as soon as you saw it, you pocketed the ten. “See you later. Yes?” you asked in earnest.

Abner swallowed and almost smiled. “Yeah. See you later.” His visage dropped again as he returned to his mother. You left the store, your mind racing.

You were troubled for the rest of the day. Not even binging Law & Order or face timing with your mother could get your mind off of what happened in the grocery store. Your mother had commented on you being distracted, but you brushed it off as being tired. You had told her that you had met a guy and were going to go on a date with him, but you had not told her the gritty details about what was going on with him. You did not know how to talk about it.

As you watched the Law & Order credits play for the eighth time that night, you heard your phone ding with a text message. You reached over and grabbed it, expecting it to be Ellie asking if you could cover another shift for her. When you read the text, however, you were surprised to see it was from Abner. You sat up, your eyes grazing over his words.

‘I’m sorry that you had to see me being a klutz today. I was just surprised to see you. You didn’t get hurt by any of the glass, did you? And mother didn’t yell at you? She can get kind of cranky with strangers.’

Your heart hurt as you realized that the one thing he was worried about was if you were all right. She might as well have yelled at you by the way she treated Abner. You wrote back, ‘No, she didn’t. And I wasn’t hurt. What about you? Are you ok?’

You stared at your phone as if to will him to text you back faster. You were, at the very least, glad that he reached out to you and still wanted to speak to you.

After quite a long while, your phone dinged again in your hand. Abner’s text read, ‘What kind of food do you like? I want to make sure I don’t pick somewhere you don’t like.’

He was eager to change the subject, then. You did not want to make him uncomfortable by dwelling on today, so you willingly went along with the new conversation thread.

‘I’m sure whatever you pick will be absolutely perfect!’ You added several heart and kiss emojis before you hit send. You followed it up with, ‘I’m always down for Italian….’

Abner returned with a smiley face. ‘I hope you sleep well. I can’t wait to see you again,’ came the next text.

You blushed and grinned from ear to ear. After you sent your good night text to him, you settled down on your sofa and wrapped a blanket around yourself, pretending it was Abner’s own warm embrace.

You heard timid knocks on your apartment door that could only have belonged to Abner. You put on your heels and stood, smoothing out your nicest dress. You were not dressed in gala attire, but you looked nice in your knee-length burgundy dress. Your heart raced as you went to the door and opened it.

Abner stood before you, an eager smile on his face, in one of the most mismatched outfits you had ever seen: it was a dark blue paisley oxford shirt underneath a brown jacket with tan and red checked pants. You almost giggled at the adorable sight, but you held it back lest he thought you were laughing at him. He held up a luscious bouquet of deep red roses and baby’s breath for you.

“Abner, you didn’t have to bring me flowers!” you said, genuinely touched by his gesture.

In an instant, his smile faded and his eyes became sad again. “Fizzlesticks, I knew it was too much. You’re embarrassed now,” he mumbled as he lowered the bouquet.

“No! Abner, I love them! I just wasn’t expecting them, but they’re absolutely gorgeous!” You reached out to take the flowers from him. “And they smell lovely.” He began to perk up again as you took the flowers to your small dining table and placed them in the only vase you had. “Roses are my favorite.”

“I-I would have gotten something bigger but… that was all I could afford,” he replied apologetically.

You made your way back to Abner and grabbed your purse. “They’re perfect. Any bigger and I’d have to move into a greenhouse,” you joked. He chuckled lightly in response. “So, where are we off to?”

Abner anxiously fiddled with the side of his pants. “Well, I wanted to go to my favorite place, but… I knew you wouldn’t want to go there…” he said.

You cocked your head. “Why wouldn’t I want to go to your favorite place?”

Abner swallowed and shrugged lightly. “Well, you’re there all the time….”

You looked at him, puzzled. “What’s your favorite place?”

Abner blushed hard and averted his eyes. “It’s… Coop’s Kitchen. I like it because it’s where I met you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. Your heart melted at his admission, and it was all you could do not to kiss him into oblivion.

He looked back up at you. “I’ve offended you,” he murmured.

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, Abner. Take me wherever you want to take me,” you replied. You stepped out of your apartment and locked the door and then turned to him, holding out your hand for him to take.

He hesitantly reached out and clasped his cold hand around yours. “How does Italian sound?”

You smiled and gently squeezed his hand. “That sounds perfect.”

The first few minutes of walking toward the restaurant were filled with awkward silence. Abner would open his mouth to say something, but then decide against it and close his mouth. He just needed a bit of encouragement.

“So, besides coming and talking to me at the diner and reading about engineering, what do you like to do for fun?” you asked. You leaned your head against his shoulder, which caused him to blush and tense up.

“I, um,” he started. “I like to take walks… It clears my head.”

“Where do you like to go?”

Abner shrugged. “I don’t really have a destination in mind. I was just taking a walk when I first came to the diner.”

You furrowed your brow. “Wasn’t it raining, then?”

Abner was silent for a moment. “I really needed to get out of the house.” He changed the subject. “Do you like to take walks?”

“I kind of stopped taking regular walks when I moved here. I used to take walks all the time over in London,” you added. “Hyde Park was my favorite. You could walk by the Serpentine.” You laughed out loud. “You had to be wary of all those bloody swans, though.”

“Why is that?” Abner asked with interest.

“Ugh, those fucking birds would take your head off and feel no remorse in doing so. Utterly evil, they are. And you couldn’t do anything about them because the Queen owned all of them!”

Abner chuckled. “Why does she own all the swans?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Something to do about eating them at banquets. God knows why they still have that rule. I would’ve liked to strangle a few of them in my day.” You held out your left arm and turned it so that an old scar was visible. “Look at that. A horrid prize for daring to sit down on a bench near the water. Isn’t it awful?” Abner did not answer. You let your arm fall to your side. “I’m just glad it was one swan and not a dozen. I’d be covered in scars.”

Abner suddenly stopped and you turned to him, concerned. He was averting your gaze again, and he had sunk down in on himself. He released your hand. He was starting to look very ill.

“Abner, what’s wrong?” you asked.

“If I show you something, will you… will you let me explain?” he asked, pain etching his features.

“It depends… you’re not like a vampire or something, are you?” you tried to lighten the mood.

Instead of chuckling, Abner looked around and found that the alley you both had just passed was empty. He quickly stumbled around the corner into the dark alley.

“Wait, Abner!” you called as you ran after him.

As you turned the corner, you saw Abner leaning against the wall with bright glowing bumps forming all over his skin. Each one was a different color, and they all seemed to grow bigger.

“Oh, my God, are you all right?” you nearly shrieked.

Abner opened his mouth to reply, but he then jerked forward and vomited rainbow sick all over the ground. You rushed over and began to rub his back as he kept retching.

“Oh, God, Abner, do I need to call someone?” you asked urgently. You looked back toward the entrance of the alley but found no one walking by. “I’m going to go get help.”

Abner spit and shook his head quickly. He sucked in air and began to breathe normally. When he stood straight again, you noticed that the brightly colored pustules were gone. He coughed, and you quickly reached into your purse and grabbed some tissues, holding them to his mouth. He took them.

“Are you sick?” you asked as he wiped his mouth clean.

He glanced down to make sure he did not get any vomit on his shoes. Abner nodded. “I told you my mother worked at S.T.A.R. Labs. She was inspired by the work they were doing and decided that she wanted to make us superheroes.”

“Us?” you repeated.

“My brothers and sisters,” he clarified. He folded the tissue in his hands. “She… experimented on us using S.T.A.R. Lab technology to access other dimensions.” He sniffed. “Some of them… died from her experimentation. Others… weren’t as lucky as me. I was the only one who could still function after she…” He looked away as a tear fell down his cheek. “It’s an interdimensional virus. The dots, as she calls them, present themselves at least twice a day and if I don’t—“ he gestured to the ground. “Expel them, they eat me from the inside.”

“Has she tried to find a cure? Isn’t there anyone at S.T.A.R. Labs who can help you?” you asked.

Abner shook his head. “Her experiments weren’t authorized by the government. She’s threatened me if I ever come forward.”

“So there’s nothing else that can be done?”

“She makes me live at home so she can document the effects it has on my body. The day I first came to the diner was the first time I left the house without her. I always made sure she took this medicine that made her sleep. That’s how I was able to leave so often. She found out what I was doing the night we were supposed to go see Anna Karenina. That’s why I…” he admitted through shame.

“That’s why you didn’t show,” you finished. Anger seared inside of you, but you stayed silent.

“I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear this. You probably want to leave.”

“Abner,” you said gently as you laced your arm around his. “I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath. “She doesn’t just make me live there for her research. I’m the only one who can take care of her. I do it because she was the one who figured out what I have to do to stay alive. She’s… she’s my mother. I have to do what she says. Or else…” he stopped, trying to hold back tears. He breathed out and continued, “Or else she hurts me when I disobey. I try really hard to do what she tells me to do, but sometimes it’s not enough.”

“Abner, you need to get out of that house,” you cried.

“She knows what’s best for me and my condition. Besides, she told me I could never make it by myself because I’m not smart enough. I’m not really smart enough for anything,” Abner said as though he had repeated it to himself a thousand times in his head.

You now understand why he was so hard on himself, why this man was so beaten down and broken. He had been isolated his entire life and hatred had been forced into him all that time. He had not had the opportunity for someone else to tell him otherwise. And all the abuse, all the hate, all the vitriol had only made him inexplicably kind.

You shook your head and blinked away tears. “Abner, I don’t know what to say.”

“You can leave if you want to,” he muttered, defeat seeping through his words. “I would understand if you did.”

“I’m not going to leave, Abner.” You reached up to brush away more of his tears and he leaned into your touch. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I can’t even imagine how you were able to hold all that in.”

Abner did not reply. He stared directly ahead at the other side of the alley.

“Are you hungry? I imagine after all that, you must be famished,” you said as you gestured to the dulling vomit on the ground. He nodded. You put your hand on his shoulder. “I am glad you told me.”

“You still want to go on a date?” he asked.

“Of course, I do!” You reached up and kissed him on his cheek. His eyes widened as he felt your lips on his skin. “And I’m here for you to talk about whatever else you want to talk about.”

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[altrodent]

Sundress

Pairing: Abner Krill x reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, slight NSFW, little make-outish, friends with benefits, lots of flirting from other characters (besides Abner), PDA (Public Display of Affection)

Summary: Abner was living a totally “normal” life… until he saw his best friend in a sundress. ❤️‍🔥

(PS: does this photo look small out of editing (like when it’s posted) or is it just me??)

It was a rare occasion that The Suicide Squad would get to go on a badass mission to save the world. This wasn’t the first time, but the last mission of just tracking a small drug cartel wasn’t as fun as your current mission.

“Operation: Sun n’ Gun” Waller announced, the current mission list consisted of Harley Quinn, Bloodsport, Peacemaker, Ratcatcher 2, King Shark, Rick Flag, Polkadot man, and you! This was your first mission with everyone, except for Polka-dot man. As amazing as it was, you two had actually grown more together in prison, seeing as he was the only one able to get you to come out of hiding.

“Question-“ “No questions until I say so, Christopher. Your mission is to uncover a cult that plans on summoning some sort of Kathulu like demon from the ocean. As ridiculous as that sounds, I’m sure you’ve seen the human-sized weasel, so don’t think about the demon too much. Any questions?” Chris raises his hand, Waller ignores him and calls on Bloodsport, “How the hell are we gonna blend in, in a place like that?” He makes hand gestures towards himself, with the way everyone is dressed, he has a point. “We have that covered, and if we don’t have any more questions, we can get you all suited up and dropped down there.” She turns off the projector as we all make our way to a room, with in which eight people stand, each with a costume bag. They’re a thick white material so you don’t see what’s underneath “Jesus, do we really need to dress up?” Bloodsport groans, Waller taps your shoulder to give you the signal to let her through “It’s necessary if you don’t want me to eradicate you. Now, they will hand you the outfit, then your will get changed and head straight to the drop ship. Are we clear?” She eyes everyone, her eyes landing on your “You will need extra time, seeing as you will be distractor number one, understand?” Your brows furrow “Distra- what do you mean?” She sighs, “talk and walk, I’ll discuss it with you while you change. The rest of you, hurry up, and get dressed out.”

“So what’s this about me being distractor number one?” You step into a small dressing room, closing the curtain behind you. “As shocking as it may seem, the cult leader is obsessed with women, and with various amounts of research into his ‘type’ I felt as if you were the best candidate.” You open the bag “Is this a dress?” She leans against the changing room “I asked most of my men what they think women on the beach look most attractive in, and while I expected them to say ‘Skimpy Bikini’s’ or even nothing at all, the majority said Sundresses. Strange, but they know what would happen if they were to lie to me, so I trust their responses.” You exhale, loud enough for Waller to hear “I’ve done some fucked shit, but this is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever done... or wore.” You turn it around looking at it from every angle, it isn’t even on you and you’re already concerned. “Look if anything happens, everyone else will be there to help… especially Abner Krill, he seems to have taken a liking to you.” You laugh a little bit “Feelings mutual.” You mumble to yourself, biting the inside of your lip just thinking about him, he’s cute, quiet, and as thrilling as you could ever imagine. He would sneak off and find you during free time, and if he feels like it, maybe gets a little touchy. But after two arms through the sleeves, the sundress is on “holy shit…” you step out, the only person left, looking more than perfect. You could almost see a slight smile forming at the corners of Wallers mouth “You’re ready. Hurry up and get on the drop ship. You have work to do.” You nod and quickly hurry to the ship. It’s fitting in all the right places, short in the most flattering way, and god damn you had to admit you looked hot.

“Woah.” “Holy shit!” “What happened to you?” You hop onto the drop-ship, everyone inside staring, even Colonel Flag of all people. Your face turns red from embarrassment, but there’s just something you can’t seem to not notice. Krill is sitting there, just looking at you. While he normally smiles once you spot him and then look away awkwardly, he is just staring. From shoulders, to thighs, he just can’t seem to get enough. You sit next to Abner, his eyes still scanning over your body. Cleo, Harley, and even King Shark still spewing compliments, “You look very nice in the dress!” “You’re so hot, OMG! We could be like- twins!” “PRETTY FLOWERS”, and you delivering them back. Peacemaker making inappropriate remarks, while Bloodsport just makes quick peaks with undeterminable facial expressions. You still turn back and see Abner, not looking at you. You gently graze your fingers over his hand, “Hey, you doing okay?” His head shoots up, as he was recovering from his daze. “Uh- yeah-“ he gazes finally meets yours and he offers you a soft smile. Peacemaker laughs way too loudly “He totally wants to bang!” Abner looks away, ashamed “Don’t worry Polka-man, I would too, trust me-“ you shoot Chris the most painful daggers, “What? It’s a compliment, ever heard em?” You grimace “Chris, I will shove this umbrella so far up your ass, I swear” Flag stammers into the conversation, “I will say you look very nice.” You smile, “Thank You, Colonel Flag.” He smiles back, Chris pouting in his seat.

The drop-ship lands and quickly lets you all off. “So we just have to stay on the beach all night and wait for the cult to arrive?” Flag asks Waller, “Yes, and remember if you deviate-“ “We lose our heads…” you all say in unison. “Well, we get to have a fun day in the sun before we uncover a cult.” Flag says, grabbing some of the luggage. “Did Waller provide these?” Cleo asks, “Nope, I just don’t want to be bored for however the hell long the cult takes.” Bloodsport and King Shark grab the rest of the stuff before everyone else goes ahead. “After you” Flag winks at you, you blush. You go ahead and catch up with Abner “Hey” he smiles at you, biting the inside of his lip. You lean your head against his shoulder “Hey, you feeling better?” He nods “Yeah, sorry… it’s just rare to see you out of orange. You look…” you can hear his breath hitch as he tries to avoid looking at you. “Stunning.” He says trying to hide an oncoming smile. Getting a random burst of confidence, you shoot back “Well you can look at me as much as you want before the mission really starts” you can hear Cleo “oooh” to her rat, Sebastian. He mumbles, “I’d like to do more than look.” You genuinely didn’t hear what he said, but it couldn’t have been that important… right?

After about 30 minutes of walking through the jungle, you reach the beach and set up. Immediately, you realize the only fault of the disguise… you can’t swim. There wasn’t a bathing suit or anything in there, so unless you want to strip, you can’t get in the beautiful, clear water. You pout, laying on your beach towel. Although you wouldn’t really care just swimming in your undergarments, Chris had to be creepy and say ‘he wouldn’t mind seeing that’, which earned him a slap across the face. After a minute of pouting someone sits next to you, casting a light shadow on you. You look up to see him, “Abner, you don’t have to stay up here. Go, swim and have fun.” He leans back on his hands “They’re doing their own thing. Besides, I don’t want you to be lonely.” You smile, as you sit up be at his eye-level. And with a burst of, what can only be assumed as lust, Abner’s hand quickly reaches to yours, and his hands wander mindlessly. “Abner-“ his face leans in close to yours “yes?” His breath clashing with your own, his hand finding its way to your thigh. “What about the others?” His lips inching towards yours “I don’t give a shit what they do anymore.” His open hand reaches for your face as his lips clash with yours, and you’re down for the count. Your lips melt into his, and his hand that was placed on your thigh makes its way up to your waist. He earns a pleased moan from you that echos between your mouths. You can’t hear the others whispers over the sounds of the waves, but like Abner said, you don’t give a shit what they do anymore. Your back reaches the towel and Abner quickly starts to slightly hover over you. Once he pulls away, he starts leaving kisses around your jaw and neck. He loves the way your legs squirm when he touches the right spots. Your arms slowly work their way up his caging arms. “Abner…” he hums as his lips make their way down your arm and to your thigh. Your arms retract to hide your blush ridden face, his lips slowly growing closer and closer to the inside of your sundress. Hands wandering, heat rising, situation escalating. He pulls away before he goes too far, and holds your head in his hands “If I see any of them looking at you the way only I’m supposed to, I’ll do something rash.” He says calmly. “I won’t let them.” You both slowly sit up, as he gently moves you to his lap. “You’ve been praising me this whole time Krill, and I haven’t gotten a chance to do the same for you.” You pout, he leans his forehead against his “Don’t worry about it, love. I like seeing you in this… and in this way.” His almost liquor laced words keep making you want to come back for more, but you have to resist as much as you don’t want to. “Yes, but I like seeing you like this too. I’ve never seen you in just shorts before… I must admit, it’s much better seeing you this close.” You tease, he smiles shyly. “Maybe after this mission, if Waller lets us go… we could have our own beach date?” You cup his face in your hands, “Abner Krill, are you asking me out on a date?” He averts his gaze, as if he didn’t just ravish you on the beach in front of others. “W-well, I mean if-“ you bring a finger to his lips “I’m just teasing, Abs, I would love to go on a date with you.” His gaze returned to you, seemingly melting with love. “Words can’t describe how much I cherish you, love.”

You lean in before someone touches your shoulder “Sorry, Krill, but the Cult leader arrived, and we need your lover girl to go for him.” He pouts, as Flag helps you up. “I’ll be safe, Abner. I have You after all” You send him a smile before straightening the dress out.

“So, I just go over there, hope he’s seduced by me and get intel?” Flag nods “yep.” You give him a confused look “But why me, and not Harley or Cleo?” He straightens his posture “Well, out of all of us, you’re exactly his type. And if I may say, you do look very nice, so it should work.” You grimace “I don’t even wanna know how you figured out his ‘type’ of woman.” He seethes “You really don’t but, you’re ready just walk past him.” You fix your hair, puff out your sundress, and you saunter your way past him. He isn’t attractive, to say the least. Hell, you probably would’ve gotten with TDK before him. He’s scrawny, but has some muscles. Hair is probably the best feature, but has a hideous open scar on his face. You don’t stare too long, but as soon as you look away, he whistles “Hey there, Pretty Kitty, c’mere!” You walk over to him, and he’s basically foaming at the mouth when you walk up to him. “Well, what brings a pretty thing like you to this here beach?” You fake giggle “I just like the way the sun feels on my skin… why, should I be here for something else?” He leans in closer to you, as if he wasn’t a tiny bit terrifying to begin with he was humongous, at least 6’11. “Why don’t you come sit with me, I want to get to know you better” he holds out a hand for you to take, the pungent smell of old beer on his tongue. You take his hand, scared to see what he might do next “I’d like that.” He smiles “Good girl.” You want to barf, if anyone was going to call you that it’d be Abner… but we’re not gonna talk about that. He guides you to sit on his lap “Don’t be shy, now, baby. I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” His tongue, abnormally reptile shaped, you begin to wonder if he’s even human himself. Still, you keep up the act, giggling and blushing at his creepily “flirty” passes. “Take me out to dinner first” you drape your arms around his shoulders, “I can do a lot of things on a first date, baby.” He winks at you. Barf, gross, Ew, no, thank you. “Oh really… could you show me?” He smiles with an evil grin “I’d show you but we’d have to go somewhere more discreet.” You sigh, luckily your radio is on, so flag understands his signal. “What would you show me?” He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tingling the peach fuzz on your face, all you can think about right now is Abner, how you want him to save you from this god awful mission “Whatever you want me to show you.” You lean into him, trying not to break character “Oh, my…” he chuckles before standing up with you still in his arms. He makes his way to the forest before he gets shot down by Bloodsport… and Chris too. The screams of other beach visitors echoing in the air, the beach eventually being fully cleared. He looks up at me with some of his final breath, “You fucking- you set me up whore!” You take one of his nearby beer bottles and break it on his head “I did, and you enjoyed it too!” You take the rest of the bottle and stab it through his chest. “Fuck! That guy sucks!” Quickly you’re scooped into a pair of arms, arms extremely familiar. “I’m so glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you right?” Abner checks your face for wounds “I’m okay, Abbie, I’m okay.” He holds you for a second before looking behind you in horror “What’s wrong-?” You’re cut off by the distant sound of chanting and eventually a giants roar. “No fucking way-“

“Are you kidding me?!” Everyone groans “I thought they needed their leader??” You drag your face with your hands before Waller comes back on the comms “Apparently, what you just did, is make their leader the sacrifice. I was hoping the sacrifice was just going to be our lovely Agent here, but whatever. Kill the demon and the cult members.” You’re furious “I’m sorry, re-fucking-peat what you just said?” Cleo gasps “She was trying to sacrifice you!” You turn to Flag “Did you know about this?!” He puts his hands up “I swear to god, I didn’t, you know that!” You huff “I don’t give a shit, I’m killing all of them, and when I am done, you better pray to whatever gods you all believe in that I don’t come back and kill the rest of you.” You argue, walking away… before quickly coming back “Okay, maybe not by myself, but- just come on!”

Operation: Sun n’ Gun: Successful!

Flying back to the prison, ready to be released was the best feeling. Well besides laying on Abner, and him being the most comfortable thing in your life. After your releasing, you did go on the beach date. It was quiet, empty, and most importantly; romantic. Now it was just you two against the world, and you both loved every minute of it.

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(A/N): I’ve been meaning to write him for a hot minute, and with the sundress season coming up I couldn’t get him and his slutty man face out of my head 🤭 Anywaysssss… I hope you enjoyed! 🩷

[valerieisunavailable]

Slender Brother Headcanons

These can be varied and everyone has their different opinions, but this is what vibes I get from him so--

Slender:

- Slender is blind. Sort of. While he can’t see you physically, he can see you very clearly with his mind (if that makes sense?) Like he knows where you're at and what your facial expressions are, your movements, etc., but with his mind. But nobody knows this except his brothers. (I also think this would be interesting for fanfics too)

- He does change his ties from time to time, but he rarely ever does it hardly anyone notices. He also has different colored suits, grey and dark dark blue (to wear it almost looks black). But only wears them on occasion.

- I feel like while yes, he does speak English, he can also speak Slavic languages too. (Oh to hear him speaking Russian, truly my favorite language. прекрасный. I also think it’s hilarious that people have added that he can speak German because of him constantly working and getting things done.)

- While he may seem cold-hearted, that’s not entirely the case. While he may think that he’s superior humans for obvious reasons, this doesn’t mean he necessarily despises them. Humans have done a lot of awful things, but have also made a lot of great accomplishments. They’re very creative and wise and have made various arts and literatures, And how can a bookworm hate the authors? Many of his pastas have suggested ideas to him about a multitude of things that have surprised him and consider other options.

- He has a caseload of all the pastas. Their backstory, mental illnesses, etc. He keeps this in mind always, even adding personal notes of how they respond in certain situations and ways to modify their behaviors if need be.

- If your ever finding feelings for him, trust me, he already knew before you thought of ways to show your affection or appreciation. He’s just waiting to see what things you’ll come up with, rather he’s interested or not. Your doing tons of research on his species and general and getting into chemicals naturally in the body and how their brains and organs work. But Offender is already helping you with that because he thinks it’s funny and wondering if you can actually pull it off. Trender is in the background criticizing both of you.

Splendor:

- Splendor is the way he is because he had more attachment to his mom. The others were ridiculed and tried to be forced into the mold their father were giving them. But his father seemed to give up rather early on Splendor for being too light-hearted. This also explains his rather child-like behavior. But Slender especially was forced into the mold to become successful. That doesn’t mean he isn’t jealous or doesn’t feel guilty at times. Whenever their father does come over, while he still complains at Slender, he mostly compliments him and says to him and the others that they should have done better and that they’re an embarrassment to the family name. This has lead up to multiple family fights and Offender and Trender standing up for Splendor when it does happen.

- Despite him acting happy, he is very insecure and causes him to very poorly bottle up his emotions. He tries to do what is expected of him but it never works out. He stands out more than anything and he’ll often isolate himself.

- Splendor is more lenient on humans because of how empathetic he is. Especially with getting to know some of the pastas’ backstories, he feels deeply connected with them because of what he’s been through, and what they’ve been through are as bad if not worse than what he’s had to deal with.

- Even though he generally wears the multi-color polka dotted suit and hat, that is not all that’s in his wardrobe. Oh no. He has the flamboyant hot-pink suit, he has purple suits, red suits, suits of all colors and suits with different polka-dot patterns. Not to count the amount of props and accessories he has for the suits alone-- I’m talking stop-watch clocks and everything.

- This man is also so fucking oblivious. Compliment all you want, but if your trying to show that your actually falling for the doofus, your going to have to be WAY more flirty than that. Why do you think Offender has all these extravagant ways to embarrass him? Because what your doing didn’t work for him in the first place.

Trender:

- Remember this dude is canonically gay. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he would be the dom in the situation either. While his general attitude is very intimidating, during sexual things he’s the more submissive guy. But that doesn’t me he won’t still complain or argue about things ya’ll should. And don’t think he isn’t kinky either. Some things I imagine him saying lol:

“In that position? Really? No offense, but I thought you’d be more creative.”

“Could you maybe go a little bit faster? Seriously this is kind of embarrassing.”

“ No no NO WRONG HOLE WRONG--” (They have more than two *wink*)

Then there’s just the random thoughts during intercourse:

“Do you think Kylie Jenner ever did it like this?”

“What kind of things would you think the Kardashians are into?”

- While he’s big in fashion design and will wear extravagant clothes from time to time, he does prefer more simple and cozy styles of clothing. Sometimes he likes to sit back and relax with some coffee too, you know.

- Catches onto things that others might not. These can be things that are very obvious to things that are complex and easy to miss.

- Despite being a fashion designer, he is afraid of needles. And tattoos. Anything with needles.

Offender:

- Acts like he doesn't care. He does.

- Despite being a sex addict and alcoholic, he does try to make those close to him happy.

- Has a bunch of scratch marks from gardening.

- Has, on multiple occasions, tried to get Slender drunk or high by putting things in his coffee or food. It has also, worked on multiple occasions.

- Has had multiple relationships with the pastas. Most of them have failed.

- A male stripper

- Will try any of Trender's outfits, including feminine ones. And any sexy clothes.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Do you happen to have any reference pic of the large unit trio?

I don’t think there are any visuals of them after their first introduction, except for the description of the large cam that appeared in your fanfic, which leaves me with the impression of the first cinema cam being disinfected in the original series. You know, having a red shirt and black overcoat.

The large units are just like normal large units, just with minor changes. Malco is a large camera unit with a black coat and red shirt. He may even have a black tie with red pinstripes. (He also smells strongly of popcorn!) Philip would be a large speakerman that would have a polka dot tie, red with white spots. And the large TV man is a smaller model of Poly with two extensions instead of four. I think I remember calling them static or something?

Edit: THEIR NAME IS HERTZ. THANK YOU, LENSMAN!!

I remember that they have a black suit with purple pinstripes.