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dairy-farmer · 8 months ago

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Young Justice Fuck Up AU? Tim is Robin, well into it. Not a rookie by any means.

But! Magic users, man. They stumble upon a mad scientist. Who is CONVINCED he can make sense of Magic. Instead it drove him crazy, as it tends too. The duke it out. Good ol punch fest.

But oh no! Perv man has been eyeing Cassie in a way none of them like, this whole fight. Makes a Comment as he levels a ray gun! "More agreeable"?! Oh HELL no!

Tim is closest. Bart still elbows deep, trying to stop some poor harpy woman from bleeding out in front of her kid. Tim pulls that Classic Hero Move(tm) and dives in front of his friend. Takes the beam.

Hits the ground. Feeling like he's on FIRE.

Terror Furious is a SCARY look on Amazons. Cassie breaks his damn near EVERYTHING before Kon can pull her off. Tim's not moving. Ray guns busted to hell. They take it anyway. Free everyone they can, take the "research" to try and make sense of it, burn that nightmare pit to the GROUND.

Tim wakes up with... weirdly nice hair and skin. Like? His complexion? Usually pale and half dead looking. His hair a birds nest. But he looks? Dewey. Ready for a photo shoot. He's also kinda hungry.

But? Nothing touchs it. Not coffee. Not toast. Not even when he breaks down and eats a "real" breakfast. He just feels kinda bloated.

And he notices.

That press ready complexion and such? Slowly gets duller as he gets hungrier. He's not stupid. Far from it. He's a god damned ROBIN. The ray DID something.

He testes his DNA.

It's no longer a match. Fuck. He tears apart the Creeps "research" looking for blueprints of that gun. It takes hours to find it. The missing Model? A young succubus. It's HER DNA in the gun.

He's literally gonna starve.

Obviously, he tells his team. And Obviously they swear not to let that happen. Everyone splits up. Kon flying him back to Gotham. They stop by his safe house. So he can get supplies. And Kon? Well he spent the flight THINKING. Stacks everything to the side, ready to go, and crowds his bro back up against a wall.

Hugs him real close. Fingertips touched to those bits of skin he can find, cheek pressed against cheek as he sucks in air. As he jacks it. Tim wide eyed and frozen, full body pressed against him, staring unseeing over his shoulder from where Kon tucked him close.

It's crazy. Kon knows he should be doing this. But he let's himself get into it anyway. Feel as much lust as he can. Feel as GOOD as he can. Because Tim needs it.

And Tim tries not to think about how it feels like perfection. When Kon cums on this thigh. How he can feel it even through his armor in a way he shouldn't be ABLE too. How he DOES, actually, feel so much better. Because he's going to "fix this". Turn back.

Except...

Except it doesn't seem to be working. Even with the awesome power of the Batcomputer and the advanced labs he has at his disposal in the cave? Everything pointing to his body not being able to HANDLE two full DNA changes back to back. Maybe in a DECADE... but...

No. He's running out of time!

And he IS. The other Bats have noticed he's not eating. Worse, they're clearing noting his physical decline. Digging for answers.

Finding them.

Dick storms up to him looking like murder Very Much is an option on the table. Doesn't so much slap the printout down as rest it like a death warrant on top of his keyboard. It's a print out of the ray gun. Fuck. He knows.

A second page. Print out of a conversation with with Zatara. How long can Succubus go with out eating? He passed "medically advisable" two days ago.

He refuses to look at Dick. The disappointment and no doubt disgust. That's why he doesn't see the arm coming to sweep him up and out of his seat. Barely has the strength to object and struggle. Dick ignores him. Carries him up stairs.

To his room.

Does he want Tim to rest? Conserve strength? But then why is he taking off his shirt? Tugging off Tim's sweats? The thought is so wild, so unimaginable and out of reach, it doesn't register until Dick has him pushed back and by the legs. Is leaning forward towards the hem of Tim's baggy sweater.

His entire body JOLTS.

He feels like he's been holding his breath too long and suddenly sucked in air. It doesn't JUST feel good, he feels light-headed with how hard it hits him. Dicks hands have slid up. Seized him by the hips so he can't escape. Now he's being devoured.

Dick is mad at him. Has to be. It goes beyond just being careful with a virgin. Wet, teasing, and relentless. It takes forever for there to be fingers. Then they're overwhelming and GOOD but not ENOUGH. It could only be on purpose. It's too deliberate.

Maybe he decides Tim's is gushing wet enough, or maybe it's the whimpering, like Tim's going to cry. But Dick decides to eventually take pity of him. Too shush and sooth. Scoop up and pull close, as he lines up and starts rocking DEEP.

And it's fizzing in Tim's veins. Fuller and fuller, closer and CONNECTED in a way that feels like he can KEEP. And Dick? Feels closer then he has in years. To anyone. He never wants to pull out. Wants to stay like this, rocking lazily in and out, riding the afterglow, FOREVER.

Wants to take him hard and deep, slow and sweet, bent in half and gasping for air. His, his, his~.

But? Guess who forgot to grab those papers? Dick. Guess who is Worried About His Son(tm)? Bruce. He snoops. He finds them. He has his moral panic and brooding session on a gargoyle in the rain. He does the mental gymnastics necessary to live with himself.

He tracks down Tim.

Because really, who else could they TRUST with this? And yes. Bruce has not been... the best mentor. But he has been trying to be better. Will be better! And he is not about to let some Creeps lay their filthy hands on his boy.

So Tim gets to live out his teenage hormone dreams~☆

Pulled into Batmans lap. Kissed as gentle, powerful, and calloused hands slide down his pants. Between his legs. To tease and rub. To slide deeper then in. Filling him, fucking him, stretching him in preparation for something BIGGER. All while his mouth is plundered by that commanding mouth. All while he squirms in his lap, feeling the thickness of what's going to be buried DEEP pressed against him.

Clothes discarded. Being lifted up. And pulled down onto something that feels like it can't possibly fit. Whining and breathing through it. Leaning forward and just breathing in the scent of Bruce's aftershave, concentrating on the beat of his heart. Being pulled all the way down to the root. Listening to him GROAN and rock Tim's body just to FEEL it.

Up and down, up and down. Lifted and dragged, like a sleeve. Held like a TREASURE. Listening to Bruce rumble out praise in a way he NEVER does. It drags against every good spot inside him. How could he not come apart? Over and over until his bones feel like goo and his head full of honey? Drooling and twitching against Bruce's chest.

At least he's not hungry when he wakes up.

The problem? BRUCE left those damn papers in the cave, too. And both Jason AND Damian found them. Independently of each other.

AND no one in this family TALKS to each other. So EVERYONE thinks that Only They(tm) can prevent him from starving to death.

He... he should tell them. Honestly, he's ABOUT too.

But then? The little nightmare is... not NICE, so much as civil to him? Something about a victory being meaningless if Tim starves thanks to his team mates slow reaction time. Tim likes to think NOT punching him for that remark is being rather mature, on his part. Still, it's nice he's largely backed off.

Only THEN? Tim finds out he backed off because he was going on some weird, DEFINITELY Bruce's Son, "journey of soul searching" about whether or not to fuck him to save his life? Did it never occer to EITHER of these two, to FIND him someone trustworthy? No? HAS to be done by their own two hands, huh?

Is control-freak a genetic trait? Asking for a friend. Who is Tim.

The answer was apparently "yes, he will do it", by the way. And was apparently Preparing himself mentally. How does Tim find out? He finds out in the showers, completely naked. Leg bruised to heck and back, trying to balance on wet tiles, when hot hands too small to be Dick or Bruce, steady him.

It's Damian.

Who is flushed and refusing to look at him. Embarrassed scowl all but carved onto his face. Helping wash with the same efficient but careful method he lovingly washs Titus. Crowding close to him. Sliding an arm around his waist to keep Tim upright. A bold but fumbling hand down and down, like he has a right to what he'll find.

Spreading and curling, under the sprays of water, everything slick. Pin pricks of water hitting his skin, as everything starts to feel so SENSITIVE. Damian pressing against his back like he wants to hide how badly he WANTS, even though Tim can FEEL how hard he is against his back. How greedy his hand is, as it explores.

Sliding to their knees, then the floor. Because Damian's legs have gone weak and Tim can't bear to put pressure on one of his. Damian scrambling forward, eyes almost manic, as he finally learns what all the FUSS is about. His Rival so magnificent beneath him.

Hands tracing scars. Rutting, slick and desperate, under the pouring showerheads. Clawing at those strong hips, to finally put theory into practice. Whining like he's WOUNDED against drenched skin. So HOT. So good.

No technique or skill.

Just frantic pounding. Deep. Again and again. Hips trapped in a desperate hold, as Damian throws everything he HAS into fucking the hot body beneath him. Overwhelmed by the need to milk himself DRY into the perfect vice around his young cock.

Tim not only isn't hungry the next few days, the little gremlin? A doting, if stabby, little shadow. Dick is thrilled they've "become friends". Tim wonders if this is what Talia was like with Bruce. Tries to keep track of his DNA.

Goes to Jason, because honestly, he's probably MET some Succubus before. What with his "Scew You, Dad!" World tour. Might know something. Problem is? The SECOND he climbs in the window? Jason just puts down his guns, turns, and pulls him into a kiss that melts his brain.

Tim's not even sure HOW he loses his clothes. Jason doesn't give him time to think. Next thing he knows, he's bent in half, being held still by his hair, as Jason both sucks the air out of his lungs and pounds him through the mattress. Grinding some little vibe he got from SOMEWHERE against his clit, like Tim isn't ALREADY losing his damn mind.

He absolutely loses time, after the second earth shattering orgasm.

All Tim knows is he wakes up with a drool and tear stained face, bones made if jello, and the bruises like he went a round with Bane. He's practically GLOWING with how well fed he is. Is bordering dangerously close to... to PERKY and Cheerful! In the MORNING!

If he could move, he would accuse Jason of some sort of dick based witchcraft.

Instead he's pulled close like some sort of lover and Jason mumbles something about breakfast after he wakes up. It BETTER include coffee. Tim can't move. Well, the healing ability is kicking in. But he gets to complain anyway!

He does not, in fact, remember to tell anyone.

They NEVER fucking communicate because of course they don't.

So each one of them, Secretly of course, keeps Tim's Super Secret Succubus Secret from the other's. And helps him feed. Secretly.

Tim is extremely well fed. And never DOES figure out how to change back... not that he tries too hard.

-🐼🐼🐼

tim being magically turned into a succubus and his family all independently deciding they will take on the oh so hard task of "helping" him and keeping him fed 👀👀! and then tim being in absolutely no rush to change back because he's well fed and taken care of so it's not like he's on a time crunch or anything 👀👀👀

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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solarmorrigan · 10 months ago

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Siren Steve-io Please-io!

Okay, so, many moons ago (like, back in May), I saw this post about how there should be more mer/siren Steve, and I was like, "Y'know what? You're right." And forgetting entirely that I don't actually read a lot of mermaid fic, and that fish actually kinda freak me out, I started writing a silly little meet ugly between Eddie and mer!Steve

It's... probably like 80 or 90% done, I just stalled out due to Life Reasons. I do hope to finish out the scene and post it, but in the meantime, here's a preview [CW for non-graphically described blood and injury]:

Eddie’s found a lot of weird things trawling the shores of Lover’s Lake. Mostly trash, to be honest, but there was that washed-up rowboat he’d found when he was twelve that he’d spent an afternoon pretending was a haunted pirate vessel (of which he was the captain, obviously) until he’d given himself too many splinters not to go home and ask his uncle to pull them out. This is the first time he’s found a dead body, though. It’s nothing at all like Eddie would’ve imagined finding a dead body washed up out of the lake would be (not that he’s spent a lot of time imagining it, but it’s not like the thought has never crossed his mind; he reads a lot, and he’s seen a lot of fucked up movies). For starters, even though the body is soaked, it isn’t at all bloated or disfigured; in fact, Eddie can see that he’s looking at a man – a handsome man, even. Not that that matters any, since he’s dead. Then there’s his neck. It’s a terrible mass of red and purple bruising, and it looks like someone’s slit it several times on either side. The cuts aren’t bleeding, which is also weird since there are a number of open wounds along the man’s sides that seem to still sluggishly be dripping blood. (Do… do dead bodies bleed? They must, because this one definitely is. It must just be gravity, and the blood is draining, or something.) Then there’s the fact that somewhere below the waist, his body tapers off into an enormous, golden-scaled fish tail. That’s– that’s definitely different. “Great,” Eddie breathes, still staring at the body of the fucking mermaid lying on the rocky shore not ten feet from him. “I finally find a mythological creature, and he’s dead.”

#devondespresso #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #long post #ish #eddiesteve #answers from solar #wip meme

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Cuddles

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept 'Feel Better?'

I sat leant against the log watching the fire burning bright most people still partying away, when I saw someone approach. I smiled as I saw her in her little black boots with high muddy socks, little Jean shorts and her long blue hoodie her hair up in a plait to keep it out of he Mr face even if loose hairs were sticking to her skin in some places she had her sleaves down far past her hands as she came over.

"Hi love, what's up?" I asked given she didn't look very happy she seemed kinda sad she meerly opened her arms so I chuckled set my moonshine down and offered my arms which she happily crawled into nuzzling her nose into my neck, her head into my shoulder, her hands into my hoodie pocket, her legs up close to her chest as she sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms slowly and gently not wanting to trap her too fast giving her some soothing rubs on the back and leg "hey it's okay, what's wrong love?" I whispered she took my hand pulling it closer to really squeeze around her until my hand rested on her lower stomach i could tell she was more bloated then usual and I could almost feel her cramps and stomach churns "oh dear. Always around bonfire isn't it" I sighed and she nods "awww it's okay, cuddle up as much as you need to."

"But what if-"

"I don't care if you bleed on me. You need cuddles." I told her "when did you last have painkillers?"

"Yesterday"

"Yesterday!"

"Clients being stingy with them" she pouts

"Well the box came up today hopefully he'll be able to give you some more before bed time." I told her stroking her hair "when did you last drink something?" But no answer came "I take it you've barely drank anything all day?" And she sheepishly nods "y/n. Your cramps are only going to get worse if you're dehydrated. And I know you've been crying from pain which will make you even more dehydrated. So come on hydrate" I told her offering her some moonshine but as usual she turned her nose up "hydrate. Or no cuddles." I warn and she begrudgingly had some sips even if her face turned sour, she always hated moonshine."there that'll help, would squeeze help or is that going to make your tummy worse?'

"Squeeze please" she smiled squeezing my chest so I happily squeezed her as tight as I could rocking us both from side to side a little

"I'm sorry you have to feel this way love. I wish I could help."

"You do help. You help a lot newt" she says "can I?"

"Of course" I laughed and she began poking me, pinching me, giving me small playful punches, just getting the pain and the anger out on me I didn't mind I know it helps her I can't imagine the horrific sensation of your insides ripping themselves out and cramping up to force things out. Honestly that's the kinda stuff I have nightmares about. And I know Clint's low on pain meds as he hadn't been giving me as many lately either. So I don't mind getting maybe a small bruise from her poking and pinching me if it takes her mind off her pain. I could tell after a while she was getting very tried as her eyes went heavy and her pokes has stopped, so I readjusted her a little so she could lay with her head on my chest I was gentle as I stroked her hair and moved my hand under her hoodie to stroke her stomach making sure to be soft and gentle with her and given her growing smile I think it helped and hearing her happy little joyful moans made me smile so much knowing she was cosy and comfy "that feel better love?" I asked and she nods "good. You wanna go to bed?" I asked and she nods sleepily "you want a cosy night?" I ask and she excitedly nods "okay" I smiled being as gentle as I could to get up and lift her up with me so I could carry her with her still nuzzled into my chest, I carried her across the glade making sure not to jolt her around till we reached her little hut near the walls corner I let her down and she went for a shower, given she's our only girl she had her own out here. And while she was gone I made her little mattress up with blankets and pillows making sure I climbed in to keep it warm for her, when she got back in her small shirt and panties she climbed into the bed with me and bundled herself close again I wrapped the covers around us both pulling her close tucking her in. I gave her back a rub and soothed her aching tummy, I made sure she had some water before bed and tucked her in tight "There, that feel better love?"

"Ummm humm" she nods

"You all cosy?"

"Very cosy"

"Good, now you sleep tight, you know where I am if you need me." I told her

"I do, goodnight newt"

"Goodnight y/n" I smiled giving her forehead a small kiss then I gave her nose a small kiss which turned her bright red across her cheeks I couldn't help but smile looking at her all bundled up and cosy she's so cute I couldn't help myself almost regardless of my fears I leant down and kissed her lips they were so soft, so sweet and smooth she happily kissed back and for a while the only movement between us was our lips till I pulled back nervously "I uhh sorry I uhh"

She giggled and gave my lips another kiss "goodnight newt" she smiled

"Goodnight love" I cooed making sure she was cosy before I got up and headed to her door

"Newt?"

"What is it love?" I asked turning back to her bed and she had opened her arms "really?"

"Cuddles"

"Okay," I smiled jumping back in bed with her to cuddle her close "So long as I don't get in trouble again"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take"

"Are you now?"

"Very much. For cuddles" she smiled nuzzling close

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gayowlsntitans · 10 months ago

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CONT Cause tumblr wouldn`t let me add more to the original.

“Dude, you originaly shared a freakin' blog post while I shared medical sites. And now you share either news sites, or medical sites talking about FEMALE humans-trans or otherwise, not male.And sure, one kinda medical site that tries to humour people like you that buy into the bs that is trans women having periods-though once again the word period isn't a scientific word soooo….”

Because trans women ARE WOMEEN, We are talking about trans women here not trans men. You said “Trans women dot get periods” not trans men.Keep up dude. Theres multipack medical sites hat say the same thing as the one I linked. Is not bs, its been tested and proven, yuor the one believing the bs here that other radomes tell you cause you cant use yuor two braincells to form a cohesive thought to save your life. Trans women THEMSELVES say the have period like symptoms, they have periods, doctors have noted it.

The phantom period still have the same symptoms as PMS, cramps, bloating, cravings,etc. So it’s still a period like all cis women face,it’s still part of menstruation.

“Once agan, menstruation is shedding of the lining of the uterus and phantom menstruation occurs when something is wrong, either cause of internal factors like endo, or external cause of removed uterus but remaining ovaries--in other words one has to be FEMALE.’

No it doesn’t, PCOS is in men and women, trans men and women can also have ends, theres been studies on this too.https://www.jmig.org/article/S1553-4650(21)00559-8/fulltext

So no it’s not just FEMALE .

“Also "Not every cis women bleeds during their period, are they suddenly not women anymore?"that's a strawman and you know it.”

Strawman: a distorted (and weaker) version of another person's argument that can easily be refuted

This isn’t a distorted view of your argument, you are saying “trans women dont bleed so they down have periods.” “Trans women dont have ovaries/uterus so they dont have periods” Thats what you’ve been saying this whole time. Reread your argument and it’s right there.

“To conclude you keep conflating sex with gender when I only talk about the former, you share news articles and medical ones that talk about FEMALE humans not male-like that medical article about a uterus transplant,

Because even in there articles trans women are considered women, and ive shown you studies of both men and women with uterus transplants.

https://journalofethics.ama-assn.org/article/should-uterus-transplantation-transwomen-and-transmen-be-subsidized/2023-06

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC9259284/

In the OP`S post im pretty sure I mentioned trans men getting pregnant to, so I dont know what to tell you.

“it was about a natal woman; and that NEWS article talks about a posibility which is nothing but a pipe dream when one knows and understands human anatomy, and also what entails organ transplants in general.”

You don`t even understand human anatomy if you don’t see trans women’s hips change on T and it’s possible for their hips to get bigger and wider, as ive pointed out above. And the rats was still successful, and theres been many tests done on rats getting different genitalia. Most doctors know it would work, and that it would help trans women, more than you and your limited knowledge of trans people.

A natal women helping make it possible for trans women In the future when you said it was just a pipe dream. If it was just a pipe dream it wouldn’t have even been tested before. It has been and trans women have been interested in in for awhile now.

“So yeah, I'm out, and you keep living in fantasy land, and keep conflating things when arguing with others in the future and also with building strawmen in those arguments. Have a nice life, goodbye.”

You’re the one living in fantasy land here, can’t even understand a single thing about trans people or science behind it, yet your`re a nurse. Please learn your definitions and what a straw man, trans women, men, and menstruation is cause you have no idea what you’re talking about. Sorry you have to live with your last two braincells but hey thats what being a nerf does to you, makes you as dumb as Patrick Star. Have the life you deserve, goodbye.

#terf brainrot #im sorry you dont understand how intersex #trans people or uterus transplants work #or anything really #but thats on you not me

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benefits1986 · 1 year ago

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Silent Battle Cries Out Loud

When the strongest bleed in a silent battle, the cry inside is deafening. LUH.

After months of sleeping so little except for the time when I did OD on anything that has downers, I slept for solid 7 hours last night. HUHUHUHUHUHU. Must be because of the pimples that are kinda going off strat due to dressing depression and suppression like Japan 2024 is here and now. LOL. I guess it's me making super tiny steps toward the dalisay era and AKO NAMAN, FINALLY mindset. I guess it's because I'm finally able to reclaim my space instead of settling with a space that's not up my alley since H2 started. I guess it's because I've been more intentional instead of just seeming like one as I always adjust. I guess my core is in a better place, too. Hala. I guess, it's because the universe is sending me people that bulldoze my well guarded "CTRL + ALT + DEL emotion" framework and SOP. I actually folded my arms close to my chest after plugging the previous statement. GAH. 'Yan kasi e. Adik sa one last fight na sobrang hassle ng behind the scenes para makapunta doon in the name of not leaving the kitchen when it's sooooo kalat, kagulo, and kainit.

I have been fighting silent battles as a lone wolf. Funny that a good number of Gen Z workmates who I try to look after sa abot ng kapurit na kaya ko flip at my mention of being a recovering lone wolf who's bulldozes KPIs like a madwoman. Hahahahaha. Hindi pa rin ako sanay sa collaboration to be honest. Hindi dahil magaling ako or marami akong alam, mhiema, hindi ko pa rin sure anong tamang spelling ng "believe" na napaka basic naman talagang i-spell, opo. Silent battles are meant for lone wolves because they can be concealed creatively. LOL. How creative? Suicidal attempts in bringing no gears in Pulag, spelunking in Sagada, and freediving in Coron without any lesson levels lang naman. Poetic gusto mo? Philosophical, bet mo? Eto. Metal version.

Last night, I downed an Asahi beer in can. ANSARAP kaso I woke up bloated and puffy. UGH. But, it's okay. Siguro, it's also a sedation season in the name of actually calming my always "ON FIGHT" mode selves --conscious, subcon and uncon. Siguro, eto na 'yung answered prayer ko since 17 na sana naman, matuto akong bumitaw sa trust issues ko and kumapit ng legit sa faith kahit shemay, parang ikakamatay ko na yata talaga 'to ng maaga. Emotional surrender is suicide in my book. Labo ko no? May grand plan na prod levels ng undetected suicide attempts pero ayaw ng emotional surrender kasi mala-suicide levels siya. I'm not making fun of suicide. It's just me and my fucked up thought farts that I want to put out in the open for a change.

Speaking of which, probably one of the most UGH and sapul convos I had yesterday was about being not okay because it's okay. While I know that it's okay to not be okay, I retorted na: It's okay not to be okay, but look okay. LOL. Hahahahahahahaha. Maipilit lang talaga ano po? Wala akong pake. I dress my silent battles like ready na ako mag first flight out, last flight in. Ayoko kasing mukha akong kawawa because, we don't do fucking basic. Dressing is a rebellion for me kaya trends are but meh sa akin. Good thing that the 90s is back, back again. EMS. Alam ko namang ode to consumerism in the name of the inner child na naman ang 90s retro pero ang dali kasing ma-fake na okay ako when I dress up. Hahahahahahaha. Not to attract attention. Not to gain approval or validation. Not to call for affirmation. It's me looking at the mirror so as not to ask myself if I'm still there. HALA. Ang arte na naman sa ganitong kaaga niyan? Yes po. I intentionally try to look differently kasi bored na bored ako sa default look and vibe ko. 'Yun lang talaga siya.

I think I've said so many times na I am best 'pag nakapambahay lang ako at 'di naliligo. :D LOL. That's the other side of my depression and suppression. Walang middle ground. Sana lang talaga may totoong kilay na ako na maganda as in 'yung legit na tutubo na lang siya kasi ayoko ng microblade kahit marami akong tats. Weird lang kasi nung fade. NKKLK. Castor oil and sunflower oil make my skin ugh naman soooo, ano na? Wish ko na lang ba ito for this holiday szn?

The silent battle cry is meant to be downed with your people, your tribe. More importantly, you should allow people to hear your stories no matter how cringe and gory they are. You should permit yourself to be vulnerable in the name of actually shedding light to what the root cause is or are. You should trust the process and embrace the blind side. You should bet on the bright side even when the nimbus cloud seem linger as the storm crashes into you and your universe. LUH. Kaya ko na ba talaga? Unti-unti. Derecho lang. LUH. Hahahahahaha. Abangan.

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gerogerigaogaigar · 1 year ago

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James Taylor - Sweet Baby James

I listened to James Taylor a lot as a teen, that probably says something pretty damning about me idk, so I've got some nostalgia. But nostalgia cannot erase the fact that James Taylor is basically nothing. His music is catchy and sweet and hollow. The hits are nice, Sweet Baby James is a cute little lullabye and Fire And Rain is his big hit for a reason, but it mostly sounds sterile. I think if you looked James Taylor right in the eyes you would instantly know he has no soul. James Taylor could not pass the Voight-Kampff test.

Bob Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home

When Dylan went electric people got mad. It's so silly right? This is obviously one of Dylan's finest albums and people didn't want to listen to it because it moved away from folk and toward electric blues. The first half is made of mostly energetic blues rock songs, and the second half is more in tune with classic Dylan featuring acoustic guitar and harmonica. The album features mostly surreal and evocative lyrics which range from the fanciful (Bob Dylan's 115th Dream and Mr. Tambourine Man) to the stark and serious (Maggie's Farm and It's All Right Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)). People may have felt betrayed in 65 but this would herald in the best years of Dylan's career so fuck them I guess.

Love - Forever Changes

If you trust me even a little bit then please, I beg you, listen to this album. This is the perfect merging of folk rock and psychedelic. The perfect middle ground between artistically purity and accessibility. Out of all the psychedelic acts of the 60s Love has the most atmosphere. The spacey rocking of Hendrix and the jangly hippiness of the Byrds but with the ability to turn them more sinister or morose as they please. The poetic quality of the lyrics is unmatched. Alone Again Or is a simple breakup song, kinda, but they way the guitar trails off after the chorus of "And I will be alone again tonight, my dear" is mesmerizing. The line "I could be in love with almost anyone / I think people are the greatest fun" lives in my head rent free. The mood of the album always evokes a kind facade of happiness overtop a deeply sinister world. Arthur Lee was an unparalleled songwriter on this album and it's predecessor and it is a monstrous shame that Forever changes is never mentioned outside of greatest album lists. On my life this is the best album of the psychedelic era.

Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death

It's really tragic that Biggie only recorded two albums before his death, but at least he had a perfect track record right? Life After Death is a pretty lengthy double album so some listening fatigue might set in, but for a two hour album this thing is crazy consistent. Biggie shows off both his tendency for lyrical miracle style rhyming and cohesive storytelling that make him popular with nearly every sector of the hip hop world. The crime centric lyricism with a large focus on the danger of the lifestyle is still the major player here. The songs about Biggie's sexual prowess have been tempered a bit too, they're usually a little more camp than on Ready To Die (props to Lil Kim for the line "suckin your dick is like smokin the roach" that's so brutal). Sean Combs is on production duties here and he kinda never misses. Overall it's a little more bloated than Ready To Die, but how can I complain? If we hadn't gotten this then we just wouldn't have gotten another Notorious B.I.G. album before his death after all.

#500 album gauntlet #james taylor #bob dylan #love #notorios b.i.g

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coffeestainedcamera · 1 year ago

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Have been catching up on Succession and just finished ep 5 of season 4 yesterday.

Honestly, the signs that Royco peeps were being overconfident kinda were showing up early on. Or at least I thought that "bleed the Swede" sounded like famous last words.

After all, there was that anecdote of him acquiring a video game publisher and a post-acquisition retention rate of like 10%. So, prob mass firings, slashed benefits, tightening of screws on remote workers, other unpleasant things that happen if your workplace gets acquired by a venture cap joint or someone who's interested in these tactics. Point is, the guy is ruthless and Royco old guard was clearly only seeing him as a new money idiot.

The kids (who once again cut out poor Connor) did the smart thing in actually bothering to do their due diligence, however. But they still made the fundamental mistake of tying emotions to business, as seen in their obsession with keeping ATN. Although hey, they got the guy to overpay to an extent where rejecting the offer would have been a violation of their fiduciary duty to the investors so... kinda successful? Although it does mean that he ultimately pried the toxic relic of papa dearest out of their fingers.

Additionally, in signs of something resembling growth, they didn't act like the overly comfy old guard. They didn't munch on piles of pastries supplied by their opponent, etc.

The scene where they tried to sabotage the deal by boring the Gojo folks to sleep via an unfinished blockbuster that was an albatross around the firm's neck was pretty funny, as a side note. $250mil was a little conservative for a production disaster that is only growing more bloated, though.

Anyways, the "MVP" of the episode lol. He did get the family an offer they couldn't refuse.

#text post #succession #television #hbo max #succession spoilers

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slumbering-shadows · 2 months ago

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Get one of those microwavable stuffed animals! This is not required, but its really nice to have a warm little guy to snuggle. And for some people the herbs they stuff them with can help ease cramps by relaxing muscles and such.

My physical therapist says chocolate is a little bit of a double edged sword- it does help, something about the chemicals in cacao? but sugar and preservatives can make bloating and constipation worse on your period, so usually a dark chocolate is best.

You probably don't want to hear this one but stay SO hydrated lol. Try electrolyte drinks like Gatorade. Yes you will pee more and it will suck, but menstruation steals so much of your water you kinda just have to do it or you'll feel a lot worse than you need to.

Ice packs, even simple ones like "ice cube in ziplock bag" can be nice to have around because a lot of people will get hot flashes. Wrap it in a washcloth and plop it on your forehead or something until it stops feeling like the Sun is in your bedroom.

Protien shakes good 👍

Smoothies good 👍

Pads should be changed every 4-6 hours

Tampons should also be changed every 4-6 hours. Try not to wear them any longer 8 hours. Toxic shock syndrome isn't as comnon as a lot of people thought but it is still, like, something to pay attention to.

It is totally normal for your blood to be red, brown, or even like super dark red/almost black. Period blood is less blood and more just collection of goopy tissue.

Pain that persists for more than a day or two after you've stopped bleeding is usually abnormal, and you should probably speak with an OB/GYN.

Debilitating, "literally cannot stand up or I'm going to die" kind of pain, is abnormal, and you should speak with an OB/GYN. A lot of people will tell you this is normal and those people also need to go to the fucking doctor. Period cramps should not put you out of commission unless there is something else going on (endo, cysts, fibroids, hormone imbalance, etc).

Tmi but do you have any tips to help with periods?

I've had a period for a good, uhh, 15ish years now (and will actually be starting my own next week)

In my experience I do have some tips!

Heat helps a lot. A heating pad or hot water bottle or even a hot shower can help ease the aches and pains in your joints and muscles.

Try to avoid red meat. I tend to be anemic on my period, so I crave red meat, but it can honestly worsen your cramps. (Red meat is things from a cow; steak, hamburger, etc)

Chocolate really does help. It helps in a way I genuinely cannot explain, but if you crave it, indulge in it. (My personal go-to is Hersheys dark chocolate.)

Loose-fitting clothes are your best friends. Skinny jeans and leggings are sick as hell, and I love wearing them, but when you're bloated and uncomfortable, the looser the clothes, the more comfortable you'll be. (I prefer sweatpants in the winter months and basketball shorts in the summer. Elastic waistbands are the best for this)

Those are all the tips I have, but I do have more to add!

Aches and pains in your breasts are super common.

Clots can vary in darkness, thickness, and consistency.

It's normal for there to be a smell, I promise it's okay. (That said, if the smell persists after your period, I do recommend seeing an OBGYN as it could potentially be something else.)

It's all about making yourself comfortable because your hormones are going fucking buck nutty. And as much as people like to shove it under the rug and make it a taboo topic, periods are typically normal for folks like us with uteruses and ovaries. It's severely under talked about, but it's normal. It should be talked about more if anything.

Anyway, this is all I have! If anyone else has things to add, please feel free!

#this is all i got for normal tips i don't know anyone who doesn't have a dysfunctional cycle in some way lmao #we all be curled up and dying #also unsure if anon is asking because they're struggling with their period already or if they have yet to start menstruating which would #change the amount of advice i dispense

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flwrkisses · 3 years ago

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txt reacting to their partner having period cramps.

request: ' Hi, could you do a TXT reaction that their partner has period cramps, gender neutral. '

genre: fluff / comfort. established relationship au. gender neutral reader. ot5

✧*:･ﾟyeonjun

noticing your pain, yeonjun would quickly go to the bathroom where he knows you have some pain meds strong enough to help with the cramps. he learned where you kept them for times like this when you could hardly move from your laying position on the couch.

he'd get you water and probably make you something quick to eat so you're not taking medicine on an empty stomach. he truly does always care for you to the best of his abilities.

he would even go as far as to ask his friends who go through periods what you would like and what would help you. leading him to get you things like hot packs, tea, and probably every little thing you could possibly crave like your favorite snacks and stuff. yeonjun is a huge gift giver so, finding the snacks he knows you love wouldn't be hard.

✧*:･ﾟsoobin

poor boy would be a bit clueless at first. he wouldn't connect the dots from your pain to your period unless you told him. he's still kinda shy about these things but he'd try to help in anyway possible. soobin wouldn't let you even lift a finger while you where in pain, it's just the type of boyfriend he is.

he'd ask you what you wanted or need it before running to the store to pick up each thing you requested. he'd focus on everything having to be perfect for you as to not add stress to you while you're in pain which would only stress him out.

other than that he would feed you, not letting you do anything other than enjoy being pampered. he'd never stray too far away as he wanted to take this time to cuddle and eat sweets with you. if it got too much he'd get your medicine but, if it's somewhat okay soobin would help you stick it out just a bit.

✧*:･ﾟbeomgyu

although he wouldn't notice right away, beomgyu would need a slight hint from you that you're in pain or not doing well. it wouldn't be until you groan or tell him you're hurting that he would ask if you're doing alright.

even if it took him a second as soon as he noticed he's rubbing your back and helping massage your sides. he's really just trying to make the pain much less than what you're feeling since he doesn't really understand what goes on other than your body makes you bleed every couple weeks.

he'd probably carry you everywhere or make you lay in bed and have you not move a muscle. if you move just know he will yell at you because you should he resting not up and about. he would probably look up things to do for you while your on your period to try and make the week go by faster.

✧*:･ﾟtaehyun

ok he has read up on this, he knows what he's doing and there is no way he's letting you go through it alone. even before you start getting cramps he makes sure you have all of your favorite comfort foods around the week he knows you'll start your period, and he'd even try to come home early.

when he knows you're in pain he'd get you some pain meds and water. he'd urge you stay away from anything super acidic or things that could make you feel bloated. he makes you nice foods and anything you ask for to keep you happy and to limit any discomfort aside from the cramps

he'd he so attentive, yknow asking you how you feel every couple hours. playing with your hair and even turning down invites to go out to spend time with you.

✧*:･ﾟhueningkai

he has two sister's he's really close with so periods is something he knows a bit about. with that being said he would ask if you were having cramps as soon as he saw you feeling a bit of discomfort. he'd rub your tummy like he does with the boys and cuddles with you for a while to try and ease the pain.

one thing he gets you is those warm stuffed animals you heat up and lay on your stomach for cramps. he probably gets one for himself too. you guys will have a lazy day and not move for hours.

he'd order your favorite food, pamper you and probably paint your nails or give you a bath. wash your hair, make you feel better even if your insides are killing you.

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piratesfromspace · 3 years ago

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Old romance (Ben Miller/Reader)

Pairing: Ben Miller/Fem!Reader, Triple Frontier boys/Fem!Reader Word count: 1k Rated: Explicit

Summary: You’re at the end of your period and you’re starting to get horny. Benny Helps. This one is really some fluffy shameless smut. Happy Valentines, I guess.

Note: This short story is set in my Atlas universe, it takes place some times after this first part.

CW: poly vibes, discussion of period pain, period sex, overstim, fluff

PART 1 // PART 2

MASTERLIST

It’s that particular time of the month, when you're barely done bleeding, and your hormones are starting to rise like crazy, the pain and the bloating leaving place to some renewed energy. The boys, they have learned to recognize the pattern of your mood by now. It took some time for them to get used to it. Back in your fighting days, you would take the pill, conveniently suppressing your period - and your libido. Easier to deal with when you're supposed to be up and ready at any given hour of the day or the night, definitely easier to handle when you're hiding in some God forsaken jungle for three days straight. No blood, no pain, no logistics around the whole thing except for a bottle of pills and a sip of water.

But when you all decided to settle down and leave the gruesome work behind, you stopped taking it. Just to see. The first months, it hurt like hell - and it’s saying a lot, because you've already been shot at more than once, so you are used to pain. Actually, it felt more like being stabbed in the guts. But at the same time, you felt like you were alive again. The artificial chemicals just weren't a good mix for your body, and your boys soon found out. Your mood is now less stable, more prone to the influence of your wavering hormones, but at the same time, it is also better overall. Joy finally tastes like joy - before it felt like all your emotions were kinda flat.

But your mood isn’t the only change. There is a whole week each month when you’re insatiable, and the 4 of them are not too many to help you work through your needs. It is new - and they aren't complaining. Especially not Benny.

Since you’ve settled in the Miller’s cabin, he’s been spending most of his awake time with you. You have a unique relationship with each of the boys, but Benny definitely feels like that best friend from childhood with whom you did - and still are doing - all sorts of mischief. You’re the closest from his age, and everything about him is just so sincere. Honest. Almost naive. Harmless fun. Even the sex.

It was raining outside and you were trying to read one of those old steamy romance books you found stashed away in the back of your bedroom closet - probably the dirty secret of one of the many girls in the Miller family who used to vacation here. It involved a cruel but handsome pirate and a charming damsel in distress, and a lot of fucking on beaches and tavern backrooms. It was as cliché as can be but a welcome distraction from your boredom. Until Benny crashed on the bed next to you, and picked the book from your hands. He started reading a random paragraph out loud until he realized what it was really about.

A suggestive grin formed on his beautiful face. “Sooo, I can be your pirate if you want…” “Benny, I may still be bleeding.” “I don’t care, do you?”

You answered his question with a searing kiss, and gave him the opportunity to show how he really did not care in the least.

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The rain has stopped. You don’t really know how long Benny has been fucking you, but you’re the one not caring now. You’re out of breath. Stretched underneath him, you lay boneless from your many orgasms, while he stays up on his knees, still towering over you.

He’s intently watching your cunt, sliding his thumb through the mess of it, swollen shiny folds slick with your own wetness and the lube he insisted on using because he knows how sensitive you can be at the end of your period. His cum is leaking out of you. You’re sure there is a smear of dark red blood in the mix. It’s so sinful, it makes your cheeks burn.

“Look at this, such a cute pussy, all open from my cock, and still so wet…”

Fuck. You sometimes forget he can be as dirty as he’s playful. You thought you were done, but the way his raspy voice is sending heat right to your cunt, it’s making you reconsider. You feel mellow, mind drifting from the high of your past ecstasy, the soft duvet under your back inviting laziness, and still your abused nerves are ready to go again. His fingers finds the apex of your sex, and starts slowly rubbing the hard pearl of your clit. You gasp and whine, it’s too much and yet it feels so good.

"So sensitive," he comments softly. “Benny” you plead, not really knowing what you’re pleading for exactly. “Shh shh I know it’s a lot,” he coos, “but I’m sure I can make you come one more time.”

He bares his white teeth in a devastating smile, and keeps touching you, his other hand petting your flank and thigh. Your flesh feels raw under his fingers, like he’s touching the very center of you. It burns, but under the slight hurt, there is pleasure - bright and pure. Inexorably, he brings you to the edge until your whole body is resumed to one single point between your legs, your mind unable to process anything else. You come, hard, shaking under him, while Benny keeps praising you. Yes, go on, this one looks good - fuck, you’re so hot when you come.

You have to bat his hand away because he won’t stop and you just can’t bear it anymore. He laughs and comes down on the pillow next to you, searching for your mouth. His lips find yours in a hungry kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, from when he had his head between your legs a couple orgasms ago. He really went all out on you today.

You feel him smile against your mouth, and you know he’s gonna say something stupid. Like a child too happy with their joke to hold on longer on it. His hand is reaching across the bed for something, and suddenly he parts from you, with the previously discarded romance book in hand.

“So, where was I already?” He says very seriously, like he hadn’t been torturing you with pleasure a couple minutes ago. “Mm, yes, okay, here it is: Mister Pirate, you feel so good, I’ve never even felt something like this, keep going, hoooo” his fake groan of pleasure is muffled by the pillow you throw on his face. This old romance book is going to be way more entertaining than it seemed.

#benny miller x reader #ben miller #ben miller x reader #benny miller x you #tf poly vibes #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier drabble #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier boys #miller brothers #triple frontier boys x reader

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novachroni-and-cheese · 2 years ago

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Black clover characters and what they do when their s/o on their period. Part 1

Warnings: None

Gordon

- Literally the best person to have with you on your period.

- He’ll bring you all the soft stuffed animals and heating pads you could ever possibly want

- The most important thing to understand about being taken care of by Gordon is that he will vanish at random times and not tell you he has left.

- Often times when he leaves it’s usually to go and buy you snacks or get more hygiene supplies for you

- He’ll braid his s/o’s hair for them

- If s/o suffers from particularly bad cramps he will use his curse magic to try and lessen the effects, kinda like what he does for henry and his curse

- Gordon will know exactly what you need when you need it and will always be right on time to give it to you, he’ll take notes on your behaviors during your cycle and use the knowledge he gains to better prepare for next month.

- Lots of cuddles and kisses when in private, he’s still too shy to be affectionate in public but when alone he’ll make a special effort to show you a little extra love.

Leopold

- Does not know literally anything. Someone help this boy, please.

- Gets upset when you complain about cramps and being bloated since he doesn’t really get it and wants to help.

- After a couple months, he eventually just has a sit down conversation with Mereoleona about periods.

- With new understanding in tow, prepare to be absolutely spoiled by this boy!

- You need pads? What size pussy you wear? You need tampons? Regular, heavy, or ultra? You want snackies? You’re gonna have food for days, bro, anything you want.

- He just wants to make sure you’re feeling your best even during this stressful time.

- If anyone tries to make fun of him for buying sanitary products, he just fires it right back at them.

- “What? You aren’t man enough to care for your s/o when they’re on their period? You guys must be sucky boyfriends!”

Luck

- Is constantly asking to fight you and is confused when you refuse. You usually love sparring with him.

- “Fight me, y/n!” is only ever met with “Not right now.”

- Eventually, you’re tired of his persistence and snap at him. “I am on my period, Luck! For Christ’s sake, not now!!”

- Oh.

- Well, now he’s being super careful with you, treating you like royalty.

- He’s also being defensive of you, more so than usual.

- He never tells anyone that you’re on your period. He knows that’s sensitive information to you, but he will be there at, basically, your beck and call until you’re done for the month.

- When you’re finally off your period though? “Fight me, y/n!”

Magna

- Knows when you’re about to start your period cause he can tell when you’re PMSing.

- He never jokes about it though. No “Is it that time of the month?” whenever you’re mad at him, and no shaming when it is that time of the month.

- It just isn’t manly to degrade your s/o!

- Gets real uppity when other guys pull that kind of stuff or when they openly admit they don’t buy sanitary products for their significant others.

- “A real man takes care of the people he loves!” is now his mantra.

- Heats up water bottles for you when you have cramps.

- Magna is the kind of guy who would try and bake desserts for you while on your period, albeit he fails miserably and they taste god awful but he really tries to go the extra mile for you.

Asta

- He is literally so clueless on what to do, he knew something happened to women once a month but he didn’t realize that something was BLEEDING FOR A WEEK+

- He’s incredibly gentle with his s/o, taking the time to pamper them and make sure they're ok, at first he treats it like they have the flu. With more experience and time though he realizes that his s/o can function fine still they just need a little extra attention and care.

- He talks to Finral and Vanessa for advice since Finral is the resident ladies man and Vanessa is a woman who will tell it to you straight, they teach him how to care for you and what things to bring.

- He is not ashamed at all to buy tampons and pads, he will walk into the store screaming “QUICK WHERE ARE YOUR TAMPONS” and have no regrets.

- Asta will cut time out of his daily workout and training to take care of his s/o which is incredible because he almost never skips his workout.

- He will also cuddle you and put up with mood swings and anything else you might throw at him. He will never give up on his s/o.

#headcanons #black clover #Asta #luck voltia #gordon agrippa #leopold vermillion #magna swing #admin mallory #admin ada

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freeflowhighway · 3 months ago

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Out of everyone here, Chad was done the absolute dirtiest, because out of everyone in this line up? He was actually set-up to be great. Yamcha was a casualty of the narrative, but he genuinely had a time to shine both as a former antagonist and supporting role, certified side character but one that you never forgot about.

Sero was part of the bloated MHA cast that got lost until they needed all of Class 1-A for something or for a gag, decent comedic relief but sadly not someone that stuck out enough due to the author's inability to actually fucking pace his own goddamn story

Smoker? Smoker honestly just is here to suffer, but I kinda don't mind it personally not because I dislike him, but because the story early on in the post-time skip for One Piece made it clear that Smoker isn't weak? The Straw Hats are just that much stronger than he is, and his life isn't about achieving that insane strength but a certain way to live his life, just and fair. I'm sure he's gonna have his big moment still, he already had a few on Punk Hazard.

Shino should have been the actual prodigious worshipped ninja kid over Sasuke because insects are everything people exaggerate ninjas to be. Bro is a living hive of multiple species of insects that often eat each other due to natural selection, meaning he SHOULD have such a terrifying arsenal able to use these funny bugs in a multitude of cool innovative and outright horrifying ways. But Naruto has always been ass to its side characters on mass and Shino was done just barely better than Tenten who has less screen time than a fucking swing set.

But Chad? Chad was his group's bodyguard, physically the strongest and capable with a silent kindness/compassion lacking in most of the cast save for the main character (and Orihime) himself. He could've been the one to tip the edge, the wall to protect others, and he did become just that... In fights no one talks about because Bleach love its one v ones despite doing group battles pretty solid... In Filler.

Dumbass rant aside, all of these characters deserved better, but Chad was supposed to be the Kakyoin to Ichigo's Jotaro, but not even Uryu got that much near the end. He was robbed, shanked, and left to bleed out in front of our eyes. Someone save my boy Chad.

Ladies and gentlemen, anime is a thing loved by many and to have an anime and you need to have characters, sadly some characters get disrespected and pushed to the way side making them useless or trash in some people's eyes, I'm here to highlight some characters I believe deserve something better, a power up or literally anything

This is my list of characters that are underrated in anime

First up:

Yeah duh give this man a power up, have him train more, do ANYTHING with him, I want people to stop clowning my boy, "well he got beat by a saibaman" - 🤓, in that moment he was caught off guard even piccolo said it was unavoidable so like wtf you want him to do, but yeah free my boy from underrated hell

Next up:

See sero is an interesting case cause to me he is one of the funniest and most entertaining characters, he literally is just spider man without Spidey sense and y'all did NOTHING with him, my hero ended so this man didn't really even get much, but I like him he's funny, cool, his friendship with Kiri, denki and Mina are awesome, he's wasted potential

This next one hurts me:

You were so cool early on what happened???, hello he has the power of smoke, make him stronger, smoke can be deadly as fuck but you just make him grab, he can easily be like Caesar and make enemies choke to death with his smoke but nah oda wanna keep pushing this man down, he deserves better

Believe it:

Why do all the badass characters get sidelined, tf mf is the coolest ninja in Naruto hands down, his jutsu is cool asf, he's got the swag, he can do rekon, throw hands, he's smart, like why couldn't he have more time

Last but not least:

Put some respect on chads name, he deserves much better mr. I'm left I'm right himself, he deserves so much more respect and love it hurts me to think about

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anisecandy · 2 years ago

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The dose makes the poison

Summary: After saving Flash Thompson from death by Red Goblin's hands, the Venom Symbiote is bond to him again. Now it has to fight for both of their lifes, caught in a stelmate in a dying body. But Flash WILL get through this. Even if in order to save him, Peter will have to team up with his worst enemy...

...Alright, not really the worst anymore, but Eddie Brock is hardly pleasant to be around either way, plus he smells kinda funny, so it still counts.

Rating: T

Words count: 5.2 k

Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Parings: Peter Parker/Eddie Brock (aspirationally), Venom Symbiote/Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote/Flash Thompson

Author’s note: I intend to drag Peter's and Eddie's asses toward the Enemies to Lovers, but realistically speaking I suspect I'll achive Enemies to Well This Situation Brought Us Closer I Guess So If I See You On the Street We'll Exchange Nods But I'm Still Not Talking To You And You Won't Be Getting Any Holiday Wishes Cards Either (But I Will Think About It Every Time I'll be Buying Them And Sending Them To Friends And Family). I've never written a multi chapter before and my plans for this fics are honestly largely beyond my abilities scope. So you know, we're going to have a fun ride ahead of us.

This takes place after the #800 issue of The Amazing Spider-man, but all you really need to know more or less gets recaped in the fic itself. The only essential knowledge is that in canon Flash dies, whileas here he's saved by the Venom Symbiote.

If you prefer to read on ao3, or would like to get noifications when I post chapters, here’s a link

Also, huge thanks to @kitausuret ! My memory is full of holes, so I bothered her about the continuity a lot. Thanks, Kita. You’re the best.

Chapter One, In Which No One Died

The hospital room was quiet. All the sounds were muffled down, soaking into the thick, white walls. The silence was bloated and all-consuming, weighting over the empty beds and nightstands. It felt like being in a cave during the tide, with water slowly climbing up and threatening to drown everything. The only thing still floating on the surface being the vital signs monitor, shakily fighting the waves, succumbing to them for a second, before being pushed back up again. Always just a moment away from getting swallowed. Its monotone signal being the last thing still keeping Peter sane.

He wasn't sure what time it was. The hours he spent by the edge of Flash's bed stretched in infinity. The sunlight creeping in through the cracks between gray curtains had an orange tint to it. Soon it would be evening, and the visiting hours would end. And yet, through all this time, he didn't look at Flash once. Seated with his back facing the pale body, he let himself dissolve in the silence. His thoughts were slow and heavy, with shapes that were hard to make out, too drunk on the tide surrounding him. Their edges bleed together, forming an incoherent mass, with no beginning nor end, the vague idea of sneaking here again during the night blended together with yesterday's events playing out in his head. Over and over. Barely coherent anymore, worn down to a red blur of pain and blood and shouts and fire.

Red, then black, then red again. Then white. And red. And then, a time-lapse on black. Pouring down like a wild creek, storming through every pore of his body, deaf to Flash's protests, using up every second of Peter's shock.

You might die too he needs you don't you understand he needs you more than I do I can't have you die for me, before he passed out.

He still couldn't fully believe that he was able to talk Norman into abandoning his symbiote. To play off losing his as a dare. A challenge thrown into his face, a doubt casted on Norman's name - on his legacy - with a prayer mouthed underneath the red mask. God, please let him fall for this. Please let him be arrogant enough, I know he is. Please don't let me be wrong.

He wasn't.

The one who was wrong, turned out to be Flash. The Symbiote lived. They all did, somehow.

And now it was inhabiting his body again, doing god knows what with it. He wanted to believe it would repair Flash's torn tissues and bones - so many broken bones, it was a miracle, the doctor said, that only one of the ribs pierced through a lung - and stop at that. But he didn't trust it. Maybe this was why, despite not being able to as much as glance at his friend, he refused to leave him alone even for a moment. He said he forgave it - perhaps this was even true on some level. And if it wasn't for its help, who knows how things would end for him... for Flash. Still, he didn't want it anywhere near those who he cared about. He knew what it could do to people, drying them from life and leaving shadowy husks behind. Flash insisted that it was his friend, a "partner", how he called it, but he could be so naive at times. And even if he was right, even if the Symbiote did think of him fondly, this didn't necessarily change anything. The way it "loved" its hosts was destructive and always concerned on its own survival first. Maybe it wasn't as evil as he thought before. Maybe. But its love was that of a wolf toward a deer. The second he'd notice any signs of its interference reflecting badly of Flash's health, the second he'd recover enough that he wouldn't need it bending his broken parts, it was out with it. By force, if there would be no other way.

The shadows surrounding him grew and started to blend into a blue-gray veil of the upcoming sunset. He should get going, if he didn't want to be asked to leave by the staff. Facing another person, hearing their voice overpowering the shallow breathing coming from the hospital bed, would be too much for him right now.

With a jerk of an arm, he picked up his backpack. Its contents spilled out of the unzipped pocket. Pen and notebooks hit the floor in a small cascade. He fell down to his knees, mouthing a curse. Thankfully, his camera was still safely tucked at the bottom of the bag. His phone, that he just threw in without much thought, wasn't as lucky. The screen gained another crack, this one going all the way from one corner of the case to another. He stared at it for a moment, before just scooping up everything and shoving it down. Pulling at the zipper, he began to get up, only then realizing he no longer was facing a wall.

In front of him coiled transparent tubes, tangled around one another. Their color wasn't so different from the skin they were piercing; pale, matted, with a dusty gray tint. They were drawing Peter's eyes in, fixing his gaze on the wrist where a bandage was keeping them in place. He felt his eyes slide up the unmoving arm. From the wrist to the elbow, catching the glimpses of the blue veins and smaller bandages there. Climbing up the sleeve of hospital gown, toward the shoulder, and collar bones, and neck, and-

The vital signs monitor beeped again in its comforting monotony. Whatever it was, that welled up in his chest, threatening to burst, vanished.

He left the room without a single glance back.

The door closed behind Peter, following the trail he gave them with a yank. The sound of wood and metal slamming against each other echoed through the hall, making the dull noise of bustle and conversations appear even more remote. Flash was located in the wing furthest north, away from other patients. Courtesy of Liz Allen and Alchemax’s money. She promised him he’ll get the best care there is, without any paperwork that could compromise his already jeopardized secret identity. Even though as he was now, Flash wasn’t going to return to the superhero business any time soon. Not that he had the means to, with the artificial symbiote gone. Especially since Peter had no intentions of letting the real deal stick around.

He considered going back to open a window. He intended to come here at night as well, and while he wouldn't count on it, if they forgot to close it afterward, that would make sneaking in easier. But before he could pull himself together enough to do so, a large figure obstructed his line of view. Taking a step back, so as to not get his nose jammed into a tank top of debatable cleanliness, he looked up, question ready on his lips. He nearly choked on it though, at the figure's next words.

"There you are. Come on darling, let's go home."

In front of him stood a mass of muscles and dysfunctional moral logistics, known to wider publicity as Eddie Brock. Well. Apparently Norman accomplished something at least, despite being again locked behind the bars. Peter's tortured psyche must have finally snapped and he fell into depth of some crazy fever dream.

"What the f-"

"I wasn't referring to you, half-wit," Eddie gave him a look of open disgust.

Oh, yeah, this made more sense.

With a sigh, Peter leaned on the wall. As if his day wasn't bad enough already, now he'd run into one of the strongest contestants for the place of his least favorite person. If Eddie counted as a person at all. He was much closer to a rabid bull. With a victim complex.

"The whole ordeal with Osborn seems over, therefore I came for my Other," Eddie continued, oblivious to his assessment regarding his kinship with cattle of inborn anger issues. "So kindly give it back, and refrain from blackmailing us into risking our lives for you again."

"Aw, and here I was thinking you did it for the sake of old times..."

Peter mumbled the quip out of habit, without much thought, but the way his tiredness dragged down on his voice made it sound pitiable rather than playful. A blink of confusion flashed through the other man’s face, before he crossed his arm, crooking an eyebrow at him.

“If there’s anything we could ever do for the old times sake when it comes to you, it would be sewing shut that evergoing mouth of yours.”

For a second, he thought Eddie was going to ask him if he was okay and tensed up. But this was fine. This was in the lines of scripts they always exchanged, no matter what other circumstances surrounded their encounters. So he relaxed a little, falling back on the familiar banter.

“And disarming New York’s favorite hero of his most charming feature? Come on Eddie, even you couldn’t do something this monstrous”

“If this is your most charming quality, I don’t want to know what the other ones are.”

Peter smiled dimly. Exchanging teases with a (ex?)villain wasn’t something most people would call a return to normalcy. Still, it must have been around 8 in the evening of a very long day, so he was going to take what he was handed. Especially considering that this was actually quite close to how his daily routine went.

“Well, at the moment they definitely don’t include a shapeshifting alien suit,” he replied eventually, with a weak shrug of shoulders.

“What?” Eddie’s face darkened, as he articulated the question with heavy accentuation put on every letter. “It’s not with you? What happened? Is it-” He paused, panic suddenly filling his eyes, before he pushed forward, grabbing on Peter’s collar.

Or rather attempting to do so, because the brunet managed to slip from his hands, feeling the danger coming, and wrenching his wrist behind his back. Eddie hissed, yanking himself so badly that Peter wasn’t sure if he didn’t dislocate his shoulder with the movement.

“What the hell?!” Peter shout-whispered, not wanting the hospital staff to come to them running. “I thought you were over with this kill Spider-man sht-”

“I heard about the fire at Times Square on the news. You were there. You left it there to die, didn’t you? I can’t believe I trusted you with it! You treacherous, vile-!” he shouted each word louder, forcing Peter to use his whole body to hold him in place, as he tried to reach for him in any way possible.

“Calm down!” He pushed forward, shoving Eddie’s face against the wall and forcibly shutting him up for a second. “The suit is fine! It’s with Flash now!”

This seemed to reach him. He went silent, stiffening and finally stopping to lash out. Peter waited a few seconds, before giving him a cautious glance.

“If I’ll let you go, promise you won’t try to choke me again?”

“Why is it with the soldier boy?”

He didn't stop trying to get Peter off himself, but the livid desperation he displayed a second ago mellowed down, allowing Peter to secure his grip. What he really wanted to do was to get a clean punch in, putting Eddie out of both of their miseries. Maybe even gifting him a nice concussion, while he was at it. But before that, he decided that he could at least give him an explanation regarding what happened. If he wouldn't calm down after that, well, this wing had enough empty beds to account for one unconscious hot-headed idiot.

"Osborn did a number on him," he said, ignoring how his throat clenched, catching on the last line in 'm'. "It- It left me to bond with him. Might have saved him from..." He paused, only realizing that in the passing seconds of silence his grip got too tight, when Eddie groaned in pain. "Ooops, my bad."

"That's the best you could come up with?" Eddie hissed through his teeth. "In case you've forgotten, Thompson has Anti-Venom. Not only he wouldn't need my Other, his body would kill it in a matter of minutes, and last time I checked, it doesn't have a death wish."

"It ran out. You saw how powerful Osborn was paired with Carnage. Flash had to heal injured left and right. When Osborn got to him, there wasn't even enough left to burn through the symbiote."

That didn't seem to fully convince him. Still, he stopped fighting against Peter’s hold, visibly considering his words.

"...is it okay?"

The tension in Peter's body decreased at how quiet his voice got. While listening to people talking about the Symbiote with such concern never failed to put him off, be it Flash or Eddie, it looked like this particular attempt to take his life was over.

"I don't know. I think so. He's been unconscious since it got into his body - annnd this sounded horribly wrong, why is it always like that with you guys, god-"

"Wait, that's his room you've been to?"

This sudden peak of interest again put Peter on edge. Last thing Flash needed right now was a mental case set on the loose in his room.

"Look, why won't you just go home for today and wait for it there?" He tried evading the question. "I'm sure once it'll feel like it did its job, it'll get back to you."

Eddie didn't reply. From this angle Peter couldn't see his face, but there were no visible attempts on his part to free himself again. Which, paired with lack of any further questions, could make for an argument that he calmed down. Well. A guy could dream, right?

"If you promise to not attack me again, I'll let you go. Deal?"

Eddie growled at him. Peter rolled his eyes. Still, this was probably as much as he could get, so with a sigh, he loosened his grip and stepped aside.

The moment he did so, Eddie bolted toward the door.

Mincing a curse in his mouth, Peter ran after him, catching the door before it even hit the frame.

"Lay a finger on him, and I swear I'll rearrange your ugly mug of a face so badly that-!"

But before he finished, the sight in front of him shut his mouth. From Flash's body erupted about a dozen of interconnected tentacles. They hovered above him, merging into a somewhat smooth shape that stood between the two of them and the bed. At the end of it formed two splotches of white, that zeroed on Eddie. The blond opened his mouth, before seemingly replacing any words he intended to say with an awkward cough. The Symbiote appeared... Actually, Peter couldn't tell what it appeared to feel. As far as he was concerned, it always looked like a gelatinized batch of spoiled tar with a variable number of teeth. Still, whatever it was, it made Eddie shift uncomfortably, before crossing his arms with a huff.

"...I wouldn't hurt him." There was an undertone of offense in his voice. But also something else, masked well enough that it escaped Peter, who at this point wasn't paying much attention anyway.

He was an inch away from starting to tremble, and the only reason why he didn't immediately jump to drag Eddie away from the room, was that he didn't know how the Symbiote would react. Especially that he was sure he wouldn't be able to keep his composure if Eddie started to be difficult again. He doubted it would take kindly to him trashing its debatably favorite host.

"There. It's alive." He didn't bother anymore to hide the hostility in his voice. It was openly cold and irritated, with no traces of usual playfulness or dramatic flare. "Like I told you, but whatever. Now leave."

Eddie ignored him. Or maybe didn't hear him at all. His eyes were fixated on the oily mass spreaded around Flash like a giant, black cocoon of hundreds of spider webs. He crossed his arms, pushing fists underneath them in a self-hug. But before he did so, Peter could see that his knuckles were white from how hard he was clenching them.

"Is everything alright?" There was an attempt at softness in how his question landed, matching the way he shifted on his legs. He looked as if he tried to ease his confrontational pose, except his body didn't want to comply.

The Symbiote didn't respond right away, making Peter entertain the thought of dragging Eddie away some more. Eventually thought, it lowered the tentacle with its "head" on it, opening its maw to speak. As always, its voice was too low and made Peter's ears buzz, like an entirely wrong chord on an out of tune instrument.

"There is a lot of internal bleeding. Some organs have been crushed and-"

"I wasn't asking about Thompson!" Eddie snapped at it, before catching himself and backing off with a grimace at the sight of it rippling. "Look, just- I was really worried about you. Please dear, I need to know if you're okay.”

It stared silently at him, with no sign of emotions visible in its inhuman form. Save for what was perhaps a trick of light, reflecting in the vastness of its blank eyes. Not that Peter was going to interpret it in any way.

"I am"

"Good," Eddie let out a breath. With a small smile, and a cautious glance from Peter, he made a step toward it, extending his hand. "I'm glad to hear that. If that's the case, then I suppose it would be for the best if you'd leave mr. Thomson here in the care of hospital personnel, I'm sure they will get him back in shape in no time-"

"Can't."

"What?"

"I can not leave him yet, his body is in no condition to survive without aid."

The reply was quick and some words slurred at ends or beginnings, piquing Peter's attention. Was it... Nervous?

"You're not making this up, are you?" He cut in sternly, before having to back off a little, when Eddie immediately after his words inserted himself between him and the Symbiote, glowering at him.

"My Other isn't a lair, Parker."

“There are eleven fractures of multiple bones, half of the organs experienced failure and I am currently making up for the functionality of the liver, one lung and two-thirds of the circulatory system.” The words it spoke nearly blended into one horse gargle, spewed in one shot. “The medical report should include that. Check it, if you do not believe me.”

Peter’s irises were firmly locked on the misshaped mass that overgrown the hospital bed. Symbiote’s words however made them waver. The magnetic force he felt when he was on his knees, picking up his stuff pulled at his sight once again.

Being reminded again how badly Osborn wrecked Flash’s body, how close he was to simply… not opening his eyes, ever, made him want to throw up. It made him think back to Liz’s reassurance, regarding how their scientists were experienced with symbiotes, how working around it won’t be an issue… But there was only so much of Alchemax’s staff, who actually had such experience. And Peter knew that right now, Liz’s priority was going to be her son. He didn’t blame her for it, how could he? Still, this was the reality.

And he was terrified that it was going to be one, without any place for Flash’s future in it.

This couldn’t have lasted more than a second and yet, this time he didn’t manage to break free until a blurry patch of gold entered his field of view. Only then he managed to blink, and focus back on the alien.

“And how exactly would I get a medical report?” he mouthed.

“Peter I…”

It hesitated. Its body curled inwardly, sinking back a little into Flash’s. It seemed… scared? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was just trying to appear less threatening. Or maybe the movement was completely incidental. The only part that didn’t begin to tuck back, was its “head” which stretched toward him, stopping a few inches away from Eddie, whose towering form made up a wall separating them.

“I will not let Flash die. You have my word.”

In just a several dozen hours, his whole life got disrupted and shaked from the ground up. He used up just about all of the aces he had up his sleeves, just to see his family and friends live for another day. If there was even any set of rules to follow, it burned to ashes, leaving nothing but ache behind.

Maybe that was why, when it said this, while he was willing to give up anything just so it would be telling the truth, he also wished it was lying. Not even somewhere deep, no. It was right in the open, on the main stage of his mind.

Maybe in spite of all his desperation, he just wanted something to still make sense.

So he didn’t reply. His eyes slipped away, before they could catch Symbiote’s “face” wincing. It coiled back meekly, not saying another word.

“...how long will it take?”

Eddie’s question was rather quiet, but Peter still tensed up for a moment upon hearing him break the silence.

Its glance darted between the two of them. It licked its maw - its tongue slapped over its eyes with a disgusting, wet sound. Even such a human gesture of nervousness looked disturbing when done by it.

“I am… not sure. The damages are… severe. I have never dealt with anything of this degree before.”

“What?! What do you mean, you’re not sure?!”

Eddie shot him a glance, but said nothing, focusing back on the Symbiote, with his teeth gritted.

“I was able to stabilize him and prevent further collapse of metabolic functions.” It looked Peter in the eyes, as it said so, with its head low, on level with his chest. “However, his organism is exhausted. If I attempted to force the healing process, the strain might prove fatal.”

Fatal

The word ended in a soundless breath, too soft and wispy to even reach the cold, bare walls to resonate through the room. No, instead it was as if all air was sucked out, out of the room and Peter’s own lungs, to form it. As if what left the Symbiote’s mouth wasn’t a word, but a black hole that quietly swallowed every bit of warmth that still sticked to his body and faded out, just as quietly.

The tide raised.

“So… you need time.” He forced himself to catch this thread of logic that the statement left, trying to climb above the threat of drowning by clinging to it. “That’s it right? So he can rest more and restore some strength. Gotcha. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. A few days?”

“Peter…”

“A week? I guess it would be more like a week, ol’ Gobby really gave us all a workout this time.” He didn’t allow it to fit a sentence in. He never could tell what it was thinking, so why now? Why now he felt like he knew exactly what it was going to say? “Good, old Gobby. What a guy! Usually I would say you two were the most nightmarish mug after me, but man, he really gave you a run for your money this time, eh?”

“God, do you never shut up?” Brock scowled at him. “What are you running your mouth for?”

Peter shrugged. Moving his shoulders felt as if they were under a layer of ice.

“Well, between the three of us somebody has to uphold the standards of conversation, and with the other options being you, I have no choice but to rise to the occasion.”

Why should he even answer him? Brock wouldn’t get it. He had to talk. He had to.

“I mean, it’s not like a suit could be capable of keeping the conversation alive. And don’t take it the wrong way, but you aren’t exactly the life and soul of the party either, you know what I’m saying? So this really leaves the little ol’…”

“He might not be able to recover.”

There was a taste of blood in his mouth. Did he bite his cheek too hard? At least he didn’t feel it under his nails as well. He already pierced through his palms during Flash’s operation. He wouldn’t want the slices to open back up. Swinging the web with injured hands was hard.

“Don’t joke around like that”, he blurted, jerking toward it. “Why wouldn’t he be? He just- I mean, he just needs to rest, right? That’s not that hard. He’ll be fine. Flash will be fine.”

It lowered its form even more, backing out and flattening its form. More of its mass flew back into the unmovingpalecold body, bumping slightly into the countless tubes tangled around it. The liquids filling them shined red, hit by the setting sun, adorning it with bloody slashes of gleam.

“There is too much damage. Every bit of energy that gets restored goes into preservation. There is nothing that is left for healing.”

“Didn’t you just say that you stabilized him?!”

“Stop yelling at it!”

Eddie looped his arm over Peter’s throat, grabbing him by the shoulder and yanking back, away from the Symbiote, at which he was about to jump.

“But you heard it too! It said he’s stable now!” Peter protested, tearing him away.

Eddie stumbled, thrown off balance by the action, but quickly regained himself. He again tried to get in front of Peter. As if he tried to shield it from him. Shield. It.

Well, if wasn't that just hysterical. Any other time he might have laughed at the irony.

“Only thanks to my Other”, Brock growled. “It’s a symbiote, remember? Not some magic fix-all kit. Sure, it’s holding him together. But it also needs sustenance.”

That’s right. How could he forget.

The emotion spreaded like a wildfire over his body, blooming at the pit of his stomach and shooting up to turn his ribs and throat to ash.

It was feeding on him.

“Leave.”

“What?”

When Eddie turned to face him, he was met by the sight of lips tightened so much that they started to tremble and fingers curled into fists, ready to strike. Peter’s pupils narrowed, glowing with visceral hatred. It wasn’t Eddie though, who they were watching. He took a step forward.

“Leave. Flash’s. Body,” he spat. “Now!”

Black mass rippled, peeling off surrounding surfaces. But instead of separating from the man, they started sinking back into it. Like a cascade of dirty, sewer water, being sucked into a pump. Except it wasn’t just some container, where it would be held before getting disposed of, so it couldn’t infect anybody, that it began to fill. It was his friend’s body.

He didn’t think, when he launched forward. The scene was like a hammer to the head. One that sent him flying at it, ready to uproot it with his bare hands.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you, you damn parasite!”

“Wh- Stop it you idiot!”

Somewhere, in the part of his mind that wasn’t preoccupied by tearing screeching goo, he recognised the sound of loosening seams. His left hand got tangled in the cloth for a second, but he didn’t care, he freed himself with an instinctual tug and got his fingers even deeper into the black sludge trying to slip away.

“He needs it to survive! Don’t you get it?! Jesus, Peter- Stop it, you will kill him, stop it!”

What yanked him back to reality was a sudden surge of high pitched noise, drilling into his skull. He froze, snapping his head toward it. The life monitor wes going crazy. He looked at it, with wide eyes, feeling his body dry of every ounce of strength he had.

“I… I…”

Eddie dragged him away from the bed.

“Are you stupid?! What the hell was that?!”

“It’s draining Flash of-”

“It’s not draining him of anything! It saved his life, and now it’s trying to keep him from dying! But it can’t repair everything on its own, and his body is barely capable of supporting its presence. They are in a stalemate.”

For a moment, he went limp in the other man’s grip. His eyes were blank, the only sign of life in his form being the shaking of hands. Still, he gathered himself, somewhat. With little effort, he tore himself off Eddie’s arms, giving him a glare for a good measure.

“I won’t let it hurt him.”

“Why would it even do that?!” Eddie snarled.

He bared his teeth, like he was ready to bite through Peter’s throat. A sting of pain informed, that his nails already managed to dig deep into the flesh of his shoulder. One of his sleeves laid on the floor, apparently torn off during the scuffle. Great, because he wasn’t already running low on shirts, not at all. But that explained why his skin was exposed.

“What is your damage, Parker?!”

“What is yours, Brock?!” He barked back, getting the ripped clothes off. The tank top he had underneath was in good enough state that it could, hopefully, pass for more than just underwear. Either way, it was less conspicuous than going around with only one sleeve. “Do you really think I’ll let my friend be a buffet for a parasite, when he’s fighting for his life?!”

“Seriously? Weren’t you supposed to be some sort of science genius?” Eddie was basically fuming, as he approached him. It was clear he was barely holding himself back from punching Peter straight in the face, with every visible muscle tensed up. “It can’t just- make something out of nothing or, I don’t even- Survive on air alone! It’s not- It’s not Anti-venom to heal fatal injuries on the spot. And even that uses up itself for doing this!”

He was just about to retort, facing him head on with fists and anger of his own, but that last statement held him back. It pushed at some cogs in his mind, whose friction of movement sparkled a whole new realization, brightening up his tired eyes. His first impulse was to go straight for the door and grab his backpack. However, he stopped after the first step, before he looked back in the direction of the life monitor, the tubes and the body. Also, the Symbiote.

“Oh great, so now you’re just going to leave, huh?” Eddie called after him. Every word he spoke dipped with burning acid. “After you harassed my Other for no reason, beside saving this boy soldier friend of yours? Now, that’s what I’d call heroic behavior, if I ever saw one!”

Peter ignored him. Well, not fully. He hesitated before choosing his next words. Ultimately, he gave the bed just a glance, that took only long enough for it being clear to whom he was talking to.

“...I don’t like leaving Flash with this lunatic, so make sure he won’t try anything funny. Got it, Suit?”

He could hear it slither, muffled by the sound of Brock’s offended protests and grumbling. But he didn’t stick around to see what its response was.

He had a call to make.

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