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Who says villains can’t have autumn downtime!! Enjoy the pumpkin lattes and carving contests while they last!!

Illustration: @sm-baby

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Kester I quadruple dare you to kiss Vapor on the cheek.

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I love how bouncy these animation memes are.

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Petition to make Vapor (and Kester) from Zipped Up a Tumblr sexyman. Because yes.

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Wasn’t Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis: when Vision accidentally phases through your wall and catches you and Peter in the act, you try to stop it from spreading to everyone in the tower before Tony gets home

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“Wait, this isn’t the kitchen.” Vision said as he accidentally phased through the bedroom wall. You and Peter froze at the sound of a third voice and slowly looked up. Every time you snuck off to have some private time with each other, you made sure to lock the door. But despite all your best efforts to keep your relationship a secret, neither of you accounted for Vision coming through the wall. Especially not when you were right in the middle of….something.

“Oh. Hello.” Vision said and gave you and Peter a polite wave. The act he had caught you did not seem to phase him at all while you and Peter were horrified.

“AHHHH.” You and Peter screamed at the same time. You rolled off of Peter and landed right on the floor while Peter grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap.

“Forgive me for intruding, but I am looking for the kitchen.” She said to meet her in the kitchen.” Vision asked politely.

“Well you’re not gonna find it here!” You exclaimed as you threw your shirt back on.

“Dude! Get out! ” Peter shouted as he hastily tried to zip his pants.

“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?” Vision genuinely asked.

“YES!” You screamed like it was obvious.

“My apologies. I bid you both a good day.” Vision nodded curtly and disappeared back the way he came. You and Peter stayed in silence for a while as you processed what had happened.

“Do you think he saw us?” Peter asked to break the silence. You sat up from under him and gave him a look.

“Do I think he saw us?” You repeated slowly.

“Well do you?” Peter asked as you climbed back onto the bed.

“Are you kidding me? Of course he saw! The straw was already in the coconut. There’s no way he didn’t realize what was going on.”

“Maybe he thought we were just wrestling?” Peter shrugged weakly.

“Uh huh. Wresting with your dick out. Just like WWE.” You said sarcastically.

“Damn it. He definitely saw us. Do you think he’ll tell anyone?” Peter worried.

“He better not. My dad will kill you. And then vaporize your corpse. And then set the ashes on fire. And then blow them into a shrimp cocktail.”

“But I’m allergic to shellfish.”

“Exactly.” You whispered.

“Oh shit.” Peter gulped. “We need to go find Vision and make sure he doesn’t tell anyone.”

“Let’s go. He’s probably charging or in a bowl of rice or something.” You said and lead Peter out of the room. You went into the kitchen and found Vision at the breakfast table.

“Hey Vision.” Peter smiled awkwardly as you stood beside him.

“Hello, Peter.” Vision said politely.

“So, about the little snafu from before. We just want to make sure you don’t tell anybody about what you saw.”

“Yeah. Because it wasn’t what it looked like.” You added.

“Oh, no? It looked like the two do you were engaging in sexually explicit activity.” Vision replied. You and Peter exchanged a panicked look and tried to think of a way out of this.

“It looked like that, yes, but that’s not what we were doing.” Peter lied as you nodded along.

“Hm. That’s funny. I can detect heart rates and both of you appear to be lying.” Vision said with genuine curiosity.

“We’re not lying, silly.” You forced a laugh. “My heart is racing because I haven’t had any food yet but I drank a bunch of coffee.”

“You know women and their pumpkin spice lattes.” Peter added, earning himself a jab in the side.

“Watch it.” You said through a smile.

“And my heart just beats fast because I have the heart rate of a spider.” Peter added. “No lying here.”

“Oh, I see. But if you two weren’t engaging in sexual activity, what were you doing?” Vision questioned.

“Uhhh…” Peter scratched his head and tried to think of something.

“Peter was just choking on a pretzel and I was getting it out of his throat.” You jumped in.

“With your tongue?” Vision asked.

“Yes?” Peter said weakly.

“With your shirts off?”

“It’s a new technique.” You deadpanned.

“I’m not aware of this technique. Can you demonstrate on me?” Vision asked you.

“Absolutely not.” Peter snapped and stepped between you and Vision. Vision looked at Peter in confusion and you had to jump in again.

“Because it didn’t work.” You explained. “He still choked.”

“He seems fine to me. Although, I am detecting some slight discomfort in the abdomen.” Vision said as he looked Peter up and down.

“I have a tummy ache.” Peter admitted and patted his stomach.

“Would you like me to conduct a physical exam?” Vision asked and held up both his hands.

“No. I probably just have to fart.”

“Oh my God.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes.

“So are we cool? You’re not gonna tell anyone what you saw?” Peter asked Vision.

“We are cool. I will not be telling anyone what I didn’t see.” Vision confirmed.

“Okay. Good.” You sighed in relief.

“Except for Wanda.” He added. “Because I already told her. I tell her everything. I love her quite dearly.”

“Oh my God.” You groaned even louder.

“What did you tell her you saw?” Peter asked him.

“Just you were engaging in-“

“It wasn’t sexual activity!” You exclaimed. “He was choking and I was saving his life.”

“Then why was his penis out?” Vision asked Peter.

“Because…it…was… cold.” Peter said slowly, hating himself with every word.

“Oh my God. Both of you need to stop.” You stated. “Do you think Wanda going to tell anyone about what you thought you saw but didn’t actually see?”

“I’m not sure.” Vision replied. “You’ll have to ask her.”

“Fine. We can ask her.” You sighed and pulled Peter by the hand and brought him to where Wanda was reading on the balcony.

“I don’t want to. She’s scary.” Peter whispered to you.

“We have to talk to her and find out what she knows before she tells my dad.” You whispered back.

“I can whisper too.” Wanda whispered as she suddenly appeared behind the two of you. You both screamed and jumped apart as she laughed. You grabbed Peters hand and ran away, brushing past Natasha as you went.

“They’re a little odd, aren’t they?” Natasha chuckled as she watched you run by.

“They are.” Wanda agreed. “You know, Vision caught them doing it before.”

“What? No way.”

“Yeah. He said he accidentally phased through Peters bedroom wall and caught them.”

“Oh God. Yuck. New fear unlocked. That’s hilarious though.” Natasha laughed at the thought.

“What’s hilarious?” Steve asked as he came into the room.

“Vision caught Y/n and Peter doing it.” Natasha told him.

“What?” Steve laughed. “No way.”

“That’s what I said!” Natasha laughed.

“Honestly, I kinda figured they were doing it. They are the only two in the tower around that age. And lord knows Peter is hornier than an…animal with horns.” Steve said weakly when he couldn’t think of an animal.

“Rhino?” Wanda asked.

“I was thinking Triceratops.” Steve admitted.

“Wait, isn’t there a rule again dating on the team?” Nat asked. “At least, that’s what Tony tells me and Bruce every time we make eye contact.”

“If he had a problem with that, he’s definitely gonna have a rule against one of us dating his daughter. Especially Peter.”

“I thought Peter was a nice boy, no?” Wanda asked.

“He is.” Steve nodded. “But all Tony will see is that he’s a boy who Vision caught with his daughter. He’s gonna blow Peter into a million pieces.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what Vision walked in on.” Wanda mumbled. From across the room, you and Peter were peeking out from behind a wall to watch them all talk.

“This is bad. They���re all laughing and saying our names.” Peter whispered to you.

“Do you think Wanda told?”

“I don’t know. What if she made them all see it with her mind powers?”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she’s evil and not to be trusted!” Peter whispered harshly.

“We just need to talk to her and find out what she knows. Maybe she didn’t even believe Vision.”

“Do we have to?” Peter whined. “What if she enters my mind palace?”

“She wouldn’t find much.” You mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, sweetie.” You patted his cheek and pulled him out from behind the wall. Natasha and Steve had left at that point and Wanda had gone back to her book.

“Hey, Wanda.” You said with an awkward wave.

“Oh. Hello. I haven’t seen you two in forever. What have you been up to?” Wanda said sarcastically.

“Not much. Same soup, just reheated. You know the vibes. So, uh, we just wanted to talk to you about something. Something Vision might have said.” You began.

“Oh. You mean you two swallowing each other alive in Peters room?” Wanda asked. You and Peter exchanged a look and Peter let out a loud gulp.

“Vision doesn’t know what he saw.” You told her.

“Vision is made from the highest form of artificial intelligence. He knows everything.”

“Okay.” You said mockingly. “But he doesn’t know in this specific situation.”

“He’s programmed to access a situation down to every last detail in case there is a threat of danger. And it seemed the only threat of danger in Peters room that day was running out of oxygen. Or maybe a broken pelvis.”

“I’m flattered but I’m not that good.” Peter said humbly.

“He’s right. He isn’t.” You nodded in agreement.

“What was that?” Peter asked you.

“We just want to make sure whatever Vision told you about what he thinks he saw isn’t going to be told to anyone else.” You said to Wanda.

“Now hold on.” Peter tried to go back to what he had heard.

“Secrets safe with me.” Wanda smiled and zipped her lips.

“And me.” Bruce said from behind you. You and Peter whipped around and saw Bruce staring at you while eating a bowl of cereal.

“What?! Were you in here the whole time?” Peter asked.

“Yeah. Wanda, you are funny. How come I never noticed that?” Bruce chuckled.

“I’m not sure.” Wanda shrugged. “You tell me.”

“God damn it. Are either of you going to tell anyone what Vision saw?” You asked and pointed at Wanda and Bruce.

“I thought Vision didn’t see anything?” Wanda smirked.

“Right. Is anyone going to tell my dad about what Vision thinks he saw but definitely didn’t see?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“Maybe? I don’t understand the question. Can you reword it? Or maybe write it down so I can see it?” Bruce asked.

“Oh my God.” You groaned. “I thought you were the smart one.”

“Ouch. Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being mean to me?” Bruce asked Peter.

“I’m not his girlfriend because we weren’t engaging in sexual activity because we’re not dating. Everyone got that?” You asked angrily.

“Got it.” Wanda nodded.

“No, sorry. Still confused. So you are dating but Vision didn’t catch you guys doing it?” Bruce asked so genuinely that you wanted to scream.

“No, he definitely did.” Wanda snorted. You looked at her in betrayal and she smiled apologetically.

“Oh. Now I get it. You guys are dating and Vision did catch you having sex.” Bruch realized. “But what are we not telling Tony?”

“No one is telling Mr. Stark anything. Everyone just keep your mouth shut about the activities, which may or may not have been sexual in nature, that Vision allegedly walked in on. Okay?” Peter exclaimed.

“My lips are sealed.” Wanda assured you. “Well, now they are. Because I already told Steve and Nat. But that was before you asked me not to tell anyone.”

“Oh my God. Find. Can we trust you?” You asked Bruce.

“I’m not gonna rat. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you.” Peter nodded. “You’re dismissed.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” Bruce snapped and walked away.

“Jesus Christ.” Peter whispered and felt genuinely offended by the tone. You took his hand and brought him away from Wanda to regroup.

“We need to get ahead of this before anyone else finds out we’re secretly dating.” You told him.

“You guys are secretly dating?” Sam asked as he came into the hallway, making you both jump.

“Damn it!” Peter shouted and hit the wall.

“Oh great. Captain fucking America knows now.” You grumbled.

“Since when are you two a thing?” Sam laughed and looked between you and Peter.

“Two months.” You admitted.

“Two months? And Tony still doesn’t know?”

“Do you think Peter would be alive right now if my dad knew?” You asked and gestured to Peter.

“That’s a joke, right?” Peter laughed nervously.

“I guess not.” Sam shrugged.

“Are you gonna tell my dad?” You asked him.

“No.” Sam replied.

“Cool. Thanks.” You sighed in relief.

“But only if-“

“Mother fucker.” You exclaimed now that there was a new obstacle.

“Only if you promise to never bring up that one time with the TV.” Sam continued.

“You mean when you got caught-“

“Zip it.” Sam cut you off. “Or I’ll tell Daddy Warbucks about your affair with Little Orphan Annie here.”

“This whole conversation has been wildly emasculating.” Peter mumbled.

“I never saw anything.” You told Sam.

“Good.” He nodded. “Then we have a deal.”

You went to shake hands when your phone started to ring. You looked at Peter curiously and pulled it out of your pocket.

“Hang on. Hello?”

“Hey short stack. I’m landing in 20 minutes. I can see that most of the team is in the tower today so I thought we could all have a nice, family dinner in the dining room. How does that sound?” Tony asked you through the phone.

“The entire team? In the dinning room? For dinner? Tonight?” You asked as panic grew in your chest.

“Are you playing a one man game of Clue? Just let everyone know, will you?” Tony asked.

“Sure, daddy. No problem.” You laughed nervously and looked at Peter with wide eyes.

“Thanks, peach. See you soon.” Tony said before having up.

“Shit balls.” You whispered once you were off the phone.

“Was that super good news?” Peter asked hopefully.

“My dad wants the whole team in the dinning room for family dinner.” You said and held your breath for his reaction.

“Son of a…” Peter started to shout and then quieted down, “shart mama.”

“I know. It’s bad.”

“This has gotten so out of hand. I’ve never taken this many L’s in a row. I don’t know if I can take anymore. My body is shutting down. I haven’t peed all day.” Peter said as he paced back and forth.

“Keep it together.” You said as you gripped his shoulders.

“Oh no. This is going to be so awkward.” Sam laughed at your misfortune.

“Why? Because everyone knows we’re secretly dating except for Mr. Stark and they also know Mr. Stark will kill them for knowing and not telling him right away so tonight will be a long, uncomfortable game of who tells him first?” Peter asked all in one breath.

“Yes, that’s exactly why.” Sam nodded and looked at Peter strangely.

“I don’t want to go.” Peter whispered and turned to you.

“We all have to go.” You told him. “He’ll get sus if we’re not all there.”

“But what if your dad kills me?” Peter whined.

“Then I’ll wait at least three months before getting a new boyfriend.” You smiled sweetly and patted his chest.

“You can do that but I’ll just haunt him and kill him in his sleep.” Peter smiled back.

“Oh my God. Come on. We have to go get ready for dinner.” You said and pulled Peter to your room.

30 minutes later, everyone was seated in the dining room with Tony at the head of the table. You and Peter nervously peered through the doorway to see what the set up was.

“What’s our plan?” Peter asked you.

“Sit far away from each other and diverge the conversation every time my dad gets close to happening upon the truth.”

“Okay. How hard can that be? We never get together for family dinner. They’ll all be talking so much that you and I won’t even come up.”

You and Peter took your seats at the table with you next to your dad and Peter further away. You made eye contact with Peter and nodded to let him know that you were in this together. Everyone stayed dead silent as the food was passed around and Tony was quick to notice.

“Why is everyone so quiet? Did Sam leave porn on the big TV again?” Tony asked as he chewed his food. You gulped and looked at Peter in a panic. You had been wrong about everyone talking and keeping the attention away from you. Instead, everyone was silent and tense since they didn’t want to be the one to let Tony know what Vision had seen.

“That was one time.” Sam defended.

“But how could we ever forget?” Tony teased him.

“I just wanted to watch Mama Mia. My eyes were burned.” Bucky said as he shut his eyes to keep out the memory.

“Let it go.” Sam said flatly.

“I don’t remember that.” You said robotically. Sam gave you a discreet thumbs up across the table.

“What? You were the one that found it.” Tony reminded you.

“Doesn’t ring a bell. I think you’re all remembering incorrectly.” You said with no much stiffness it sounded like you were reading from a prompter. Tony looked around the table and everyone avoided eye contact with him. They mindlessly pushed their food around their plates to look busy so that Tony wouldn’t ask them anything.

“Why is everyone acting weird?” Tony asked.

“What? We’re not. You’re being weird, dad.” You forced a laugh and patted Tony’s arm.

“Right.” Tony said skeptically. “So, Pete the treat. Any romantic interests at school?”

Everyone turned to stare at Peter, who was in the middle of taking a sip from his glass. Peter started choking on his water for a long time. No one made any effort to help Peter so he just sat there choking for an uncomfortably long period of time. Everyone stayed silent as he Peter coughed, turned red, and clapped his chest to try and get the water out. When he was finally done, he was crying and bright red.

“What?” Peter asked horsely.

“Peter doesn’t want to talk about girls, dad.” You laughed nervously. Everyone exchanged looks while also sneaking glances at you and Peter.

“He does with me. Come on. My dad never bothered with this stuff and I want to break the cycle. Tell me about your love life.” Tony insisted and playfully patted the table. You shot daggers at Peter and everyone turned to look at him. Peter felt sweat dripping down his forehead and smiled nervously.

“There’s no one, Mr. Stark. No girls.”

“I don’t buy that for a second. I can see the hormones brewing in your eyes. You’re sweating just at the thought of her. I know there’s a girl.”

“Maybe.” Peter squeaked out.

“See? I knew it. Tell me about her. She cute?” Tony asked. Peter looked at you for a brief second and quickly looked away.

“Yeah, yeah. She’s gorgeous. Really pretty.”

“She’s all right.” Sam shrugged, making everyone stifle a laugh as your jaw dropped.

“Fuck did you just say?” Peter snapped.

“I was kidding. Damn.” Sam held up his hands in defense.

“Damn, indeed.” Tony laughed. “Way to stand up for your girl, kid. She’s a lucky lady.”

“Thank you, sir.” Peter said and hoped that was the end of the conversation.

“You really are a good kid, Peter. I don’t tell you enough. I was just saying this to Pepper the other day, but if anyone is ever brave enough to try and date my daughter, I hope they’re like you.” Tony said sincerely. This time, you started choking as everyone murmured with amusement.

“Really?” Peter asked hopefully. He looked at you but you didn’t dare make eye contact.

“Yeah. Sure, you’re pretty annoying and way too eager at times, but you’re a good kid. You’re responsible, you care about other people, and you know how to get a decent haircut.” Tony continued.

“So you’d give Peter your blessing? If he and I ever wanted to date?” You asked skeptically.

“Absolutely not.” Tom said immediately.

“What?” Your face dropped. “But you just said-“

“I said I hope the person you date is like Peter.” Tony specified. “But Peter would never be allowed to date you.”

“Why not?” Peter asked and you shot him a look. Everyone else kept their heads down and turned away from Tony so he wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Not that I care. Psh. Peter is lame. I would never date Peter. Haha. But yeah, why not?” You asked your dad.

“Because he’s a superhero. And no daughter of mine is dating a superhero.”

“But you’re a superhero.” You pointed out. “And mom married you.”

“I know. That’s why I’d never allow you to go down the same path. I’ve missed hundreds dates, thousands of calls, and a million important moments because I was off being a superhero. I was saving the world but I was hurting the person I love most in the process. I don’t want that life for you. If Peter was an average guy off the street, I’d be thrilled to know you were dating him. But Peter isn’t average.”

“I know that.” You replied, starting to get annoyed now that your dad was trying to tell you that you couldn’t do something. You were already doing it, but he didn’t need to know that. He needed to know that he couldn’t make your choices for you.

“Ayo. Yeah she does.” Sam snorted. Everyone gasped and looked at him, making him freeze. You and Peter stared daggers at Sam who smiled sheepishly.

“Oops?”

“You little bitch.” You mouthed across the table at him. Tom noticed the way everyone reacted and grew suspicious. He looked at you and noticed you weren’t making eye contact. He then looked at Peter, who looked like he was about to pass out.

“What was that?” Tony asked Sam.

“Nothing.” Sam scoffed and went back to eating.

“Samuel. Tell me what you just said.” Tony said with an eerily calm smile.

“I don’t want to.” Sam whispered.

“Tell me or I will shove your wings so far up your ass-“

“I said she knows Peter isn’t average.” Sam admitted before Tony could finish his sentence. You buried your face in your hands while Peter chewed off all of his fingernails.

“What does that mean?” Tony asked and turned to you.

“I can confirm that as well.” Vision raised his finger as he spoke up. You and Peter looked at Vision in betrayal while everyone else stayed silent.

“Oh my God.” You whispered and rubbed your face.

“What? What’s the big red giant talking about?” Tony asked you again, sounding angry this time. Before you had a chance to think of something, Vision spoke up.

“I’m talking about how I accidentally caught them fornicating earlier today, sir. Also, am I required to be here? I can’t actually eat food.” Vision said politely. Everyone was dead silent as Tony processed what he was hearing. No one dared to look up from their plates or even move a muscle.

“You know what? Vision is right. We should actually all leave. And never return. Bye!” You said and got up from the table. Tony grabbed the back of your shirt and made you sit back down.

“Nobody move.” He said in a low voice. Silence fell over the table again as Tony slowly looked to Peter. That’s when he noticed that Peter had passed out and had his limp head in his dinner plate.

“Wake the son of a bitch up.” Tony ordered. Wanda lifted Peters head by his hair and a green bean stuck to his cheek and forehead.

“Peter?” Tony asked, but Peter didn’t wake up. Wanda shook him, then took his pulse to see if he was even alive.

“He’s unresponsive.” She reported.

“Jesus Christ.” You groaned to yourself as you watched Wanda and Steve try to wake Peter up.

“He peed his pants.” Steve announced, making you groan even louder.

“PETER!” Tony shouted as he banged on the table. Peter woke up and looked around in confusion. Tony slowly stood up and leaned over the table while staring daggers at Peter.

“Somebody tell me what’s going on.” Tony demanded. No one said anything, so you bit the bullet and stood up as well.

“Dad, Peter and I are dating. Vision caught us before and the whole team found out about it. That’s what’s going on, okay? Please, don’t kill my boyfriend.”

“What?” Tony asked as he slumped back in his seat. You couldn’t tell if he was angry or upset, but it was definitely not good.

“Sam was watching porn on the big screen!” You blurted and pointed to Sam.

“You said you didn’t see anything!” Sam pointed back at you.

“That was before you didn’t hold up your end of the deal!” You shouted.

“Shut up, both of you. Are you kidding me right now? You’re dating Peter Parker?” Tony asked in a calmer voice.

“Yes, daddy. I am. I have been for two months. We didn’t tell you because we knew you’d be mad and we just wanted some time together before you forced us apart. I wouldn’t normally lie to you like this but I knew you’d never allow us to be together and I love him. I just needed to love him for as long as I could before the world knew. I’m sorry. Please, don’t be mad at me.” You said as you took your dads hands. Tony stared at you for a long time and finally, put his hand on your cheek.

“I could never be mad at you, princess.” Tony said kindly. You smiled in surprise as Peter let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m gonna turn Peter inside out, though.” Tony said sweetly before lunging at Peter. He punched Peter right in the throat, making Peter collapse to the ground. You rushed to Peters side as Tony shook out his hand.

“Dad! You can’t hit him that hard. He’s only 5’8. He could’ve died.” You yelled at Tony as you pulled Peters head into your lap.

“That didn’t even hurt.” Peter wheezed out as he clutched his throat. Tony wound up to hit Peter again, but stopped when he saw something that surprised him. He watched Peter reached up and touch your face as he whispered to you that everything was going to be all right. He thought he had just been punched in the throat and was awaiting the punishment of a lifetime, his priority was to comfort you when you were upset. Tony then knelt down beside Peter and helped him sit up.

“I’m sorry, kid. I should not have hit you. It was a slight overreaction.” Tony sincerely apologized.

“Slight?” Peter croaked out.

“I just wasn’t expecting to come home to this news. But if it’s been two months and my daughter says she’s this in love, maybe I was wrong. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.”

“Mr. Stark, I know it’s probably hard to think about your daughter dating someone with a life as unpredictable as ours, but I don’t put anything above her. If I’m out on patrol, chances are, she’s hanging out on a rooftop with a walkie talkie telling me where to go. If I have to miss a date to take care of something, I take her with me. She’s my partner in all of this. I don’t leave her waiting around for a text back all night. She comes first.”

“Actually, “Vision began, “when I entered your room, it seemed as though Peter was going-“

“Do not finish that sentence, jumbo tampon.” You cut him off.

“You can trust me, Mr. Stark. You can trust us.” Peter said as he wrapped an arm around you. Tony looked between the two of you for a while but didn’t say anything.

“Please, daddy.” You whispered. Tony finally caved and smiled softly.

“Okay. You’ve convinced me. I’m not gonna kill Peter. You have my blessing, underoos.” Tony said as he helped Peter off the floor.

“Really? You’re not gonna force us apart?” You asked hopefully as you wrapped your arm around Peters.

“I’m not.” Tony confirmed. “You’re old enough to make your own decisions. But if he breaks your heart, he’s getting turned inside out. At least for a day. I cannot compromise on that.”

“Deal!” You clapped your hands before hugging your dad.

“Hold up, do I get a say in that deal?” Peter questioned.

“Don’t push your luck, kid. After what Vision walked in on you doing with Tony’s kid, you’re lucky to be alive right now.” Bruce said as he patted Peter on the back. Tony frowned as he pulled out of the hug.

“Hold on, what exactly did Vision walk in on?” Tony asked. Peter motioned for everyone to keep their mouths shut as Tony looked around the room. When no one answered him, he looked at you expectingly.

“So.” You laughed nervously. “Dessert, anyone?”

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b.katsuki x reader (fem) | prohero!bakugou x ex!reader (civilian)

a.n; HEAVY ANGST. PREPARE YOUSELVES TO CRY LIKE BABIES (like i did while writing this😭). Also, heavily inspired by this scene of a k-drama (LINK), but it doesn't follow the story of it or anything. I only used a little bit of the dialogue cuz 💔💔💔💔

02:01 a.m.

It's very late at night and Katsuki knows he shouldn’t be here. The moon is up in the night sky, shining bright, and the cold, winter wind would chill any other person’s bones. Yet he runs hot, so his level of cold is minimal; still, he wears his puff jacket, zipped up, and hands inside his pockets. The hoody over his head conceals his person a bit, yet it’s not necessary considering how cold it is no soul is wandering the streets. No sane person would willingly take a night walk in this weather.

Thanks to the old hag and dad for the quirk they give him, he literally is a walking human heater.

That’s what you used to call him. 

Katsuki sighs, the air he breathes out creating a mist that evaporates quickly due to the weather. He knows for sure you’d be cold right now. He would never admit it out loud, but even though the cold made it a tiny bit hard for him to use his quirk to its full potential, he liked the cold thanks to you. Or well, he liked the fact that you would stick to his side and be all over him thanks to how warm he was.

Your own personal human heater, it’s what you mockingly called him, smiling as you hide your face in his neck, arms hugging his torso inside his opened jacket –the same one he’s currently wearing, that you gifted him for one of his birthdays. Your body would stick so close to his, like trying to become one with him. Bakugou Katsuki would never admit it out loud, but he loved that you did that. He loved that you were so small compared to him that you would practically disappear from view whenever his body shielded yours. He loved that your cold nose over the skin of his neck made him want to purr like some stupid cat, spreading tingles all over his body. 

He loved that you used him for warmth when you were cold.

He loved you. He still fucking does. He loves you so fucking much it hurts.

And he knows you’re probably cold now.

And he’s not your human heater anymore. That hurts even more.

Katsuki sighs again, the vapor of his breath colliding with his face once again, as he stops in his tracks looking down at his shoes. He doesn’t need to look to know where he is. He has been taking this route on purpose for the last month.

He doesn’t know why he is doing this to himself. Maybe he is a fucking masochist who loves getting his heart beaten bloody and in pain. Yeah, maybe that’s it. Or maybe is because he still loves you and he couldn’t get you out of his head since Izuku shot him with the news.

You’re back. You're back in Japan. You even made your dream come true and opened a cozy coffee shop in the center of Tokyo, like you always wanted.

Katsuki had stayed. He stayed in Japan. He even made his own dream come true and became a successful pro hero, ranking number 2 –right behind Deku, but always competing with him for the first spot that goes up and down between the two. Like he always wanted.

You both got what you wanted. Except not all.

He doesn’t understand why he is here, in front of your little coffee shop crossing the street. Maybe he just wants a peek at you, a short glance at who you’ve become. Yet he knows. He knows you’re the freaking best. He knows you’re successful, you have always been fucking number one at everything you did. And your little business isn’t the exception. It is the talk of the city. He even saw a publicity of it on the TV yesterday. He had smiled proudly, thinking, “That’s my girl”. He had slapped his face in correction. You weren’t his anymore. He was not yours anymore. You two weren't together any-fucking-more.

Yet, here he is, yearning for a little glimpse of you like the air he needs to live.

It’s very late at night, it shouldn’t be even possible for you to be at the little shop at this hour. But if he knows you better, which he fucking does, he knows you’re there. Staying after hours to clean and let everything be prepped for the next day, like the overachiever little thing you are and always have been.

When Katsuki finally raises his head and looks, his eyes find you with ease. Your shop has glass walls, so it isn’t very difficult to distinguish where you are inside and what you’re doing. Your little form comes and goes around the empty shop, putting the last little Christmas decorations around. He chuckles, he was right, you’re still there. Figures.

He watches from a distance like he has been doing for the last month. He hadn’t run into you yet, considering his apartment is on the other side of the city –and fuck, yes, he has been avoiding patrols on this side where your coffee shop is. Call him a coward, he doesn’t fucking care. However, Izuku had bumped into you. He said you hugged him tightly, almost cried even, saying how much you have missed everyone. It made Katsuki wonder if he was included.

He snorts. Wouldn’t his wretched heart love that. Fucking masochist.

Katsuki watches you struggle a bit with an old ladder that you set right at the open door of the shop, clearly intending to climb it, decorations on your hands to put right over the frame. He frowns when you climb two steps and the ladder trembles. Fuck, you're fucking serious?? It’s pretty clear the thing is old enough to already be made barbecue fire. Why the hell do you have that thing?? After you’ve climbed almost half of it and still don’t reach the frame, the stupid ladder shaking like is about to fucking break under you, his worry said enough. His legs move fast, almost without will, but fully knowing you’re about to kiss the fucking floor thanks to that old ladder if he doesn’t move quickly. 

When he gets closer, he hears the distinctive crack of wood and your small worried gasp as you fall. You never get to touch the floor, because Bakugou Katsuki is already there, catching you on time.

Your eyes find his, opened wide in surprise. The warmth you used to hold in them is still there, capturing him like a moth stuck in honey, and he feels like he can breathe again.

“Kat– Bakugou…” The almost slip of his name doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you, tinting your cheeks in a cute shade of pink. Ah, yes, the little sparks inside his being you produced every time you even looked at him are still there too. He thought he had already extinguished them. But no, they’re still there.

“H-hi,” he wanted his voice to sound more sure, more firm. Yet it sounded like his throat was dry and constricted. Like he was holding back a fucking cry –which is true.

His eyes are glued to yours, his arms hold you tight against his body as both your breathing go back to normal. He doesn’t want to be the first one to break with any contact, so he waits. He enjoys this little bubble that’s been created between you two after years of not knowing anything about each other. Of being so far away from each other that Katsuki felt for the first time the piercing cold everyone talks about in winter. It literally felt like years of winter for him. A cold and merciless winter that made his heartache burn. And now, a simple touch, a closeness of your body to his, and he feels like spring just bloomed again.

How fucking pathetic of him.

“Hi,” you finally answer back, your breath colliding with his face. He breathes it in, feeling like that is just all he needs to survive –at least for one more second. The shy smile that adorns your face makes him want to smother you in kisses all over your face like he used to do. But he can’t. He fucking can’t now.

“I… Thanks,” your beautiful smiling eyes make him want to punch his stomach so the damn butterflies stop fluttering.

“Your ladder was fucking old,” he complains, putting your feet back on the ground.

Your giggles sound like the symphony of heaven in Katsuki’s ears.

“I know, I shouldn’t have trusted it would help me at all.”

“You could have had a stupid accident, dumbass,” he squats to pick up the broken pieces of the ladder and what was left of it under your watch.

He doesn’t see the way you smile at him, but he hears you say, “Some things never change, huh?”

You’re right. His feelings for you would never change. And, fucking hell, he tried. He tried so hard not to feel anything for you all these years. Yet every mention of your name made him melt like a weak ass marshmallow in a hot chocolate drink. He even found himself daydreaming about seeing you, talking to you, touching you in any way you would let him.

Again, how fucking pathetic.

Bakugou Katsuki hasn’t stopped loving you since the day you parted ways.

It had been a mutual decision. He was very focused on his training and work to be a pro hero; lots of agencies wanted him to join. You were surrounded by options too, yet you decided to quit any hero dream you once had and chose to live a mundane, quiet life. That’s when Thirteen offered to speak of you to a colleague in the USA for a scholarship to join a cooking course. Katsuki saw your eyes shine lively, happy when you told him.

He knew then and there that you were going away from him. And he was not going to stop you. You had your dream, he had his. He was never going to make you choose between him and your dream. Because if he had to pick between you and his own, he would have picked his dream. Don’t misunderstand, he loved you, and still does, to death. But both of you were young, kids trying to find a path in the new world left after the war. Healing, failing, succeeding. Sometimes tripping down and getting back up. You were simply kids trying to understand life. Not that it has been any easier as adults, on the contrary. But now the circumstances are different. All of you have matured, gotten wise even. And it’s that same wisdom that made Katsuki not reach out to you again, despite his all-consuming feelings for you.

Bakugou Katsuki is now pro hero Dynamight, one of the most successful heroes of this generation. Which also means, he is a target most of the time. Villains hate him as much as he hates them.

Katsuki would cut his own hands himself if something ever happened to you, especially if it was because of him.

“Where do you want this trash?” He asks standing up and looking back at you. Your eyes shine, glassy and watering looking under the night lights. His chest tightens when he realizes you’re holding back tears. Fuck, he can’t look at you, or he’ll start fucking crying too.

“T-there’s… umm…” you clear your throat, trying to find your normal voice. “There’s a small closet at the back of the shop, on the left side. Just throw it there.”

Katsuki nods, entering the nice coffee shop and following your directions. This whole interaction is more than he expected, more than he hoped for. He has been watching you from afar, like a pathetic stalker. Avoiding to breathe in the same direction you did. Because of this.

The tears. The yearning. The fucking love that clouded every sense in him. All for you.

When he walks back to the front of the shop, he finds you sitting at one of the small tables for two. You’re holding a cup of something, and another waits for him in the seat in front of you.

Katsuki takes one deep breath in before walking towards where you are. He sits but you don’t look at him, you’re looking down at the cup between your small hands. He slightly smiles, he knows what you’re doing. Your hands are always cold, so you like holding the cup between your hands with anything warm in it to try to warm them. You have done this since he could remember, and that thought makes his insides sparkle. You haven’t changed at all.

Yet many things have changed.

The sweet and warm smell of hot chocolate fills his nostrils, and the smile widens on his face as he sees the contents of his cup. Katsuki isn’t the type to like sweet things, yet your hot chocolate has always been his weakness.

He hasn’t had it in years, since you moved away to another continent, so he can avoid to enjoy quite thoroughly the first sip. And yeah, it tastes just as he remembers. All you.

There’s silence. He doesn’t push a conversation and neither do you. You both just drink your hot cocoa and wait. Wait for anyone to gather some courage and say something.

There’s so much to say, so much to ask, so much to answer. Yet the bubble is nice and cozy, Katsuki really doesn’t want to be the one to pop it.

Right at the last sip of the drink, you are the one who decides to finally pop the bubble.

“I know,” it’s all you say, and Katsuki understands it perfectly.

You know he has been around. You know he has been watching from afar, carefully protecting you from the shadows. You know he has sent Izuku and Eijirou more times than he cares to admit just so he knew you were okay, safe. You know it had been Katsuki the one who dealt with that piece of trash who left the shop without paying and sent the money via mailing to you. You know he was the one who hung the big sign of your shop after it fell due to a strong windy day. You know he has been aware of every one of your moves around the shop for a month.

You know.

“I was… I didn’t want to-...” His voice breaks when he looks up and sees the tears running down your cheeks. His own eyes fill with uncontrollable tears he knows he won’t be able to hold back any longer either.

For the first time, Katsuki thinks his heart won’t survive this.

Despite this, he smiles genuinely at you and asks, “H-how have you been doing?”

You don’t break eye contact as you clean the tears from your face and murmur a simple, “Good.”

Katsuki knows himself well, and he knows he is a complete bastard. Because it pisses him off. It makes him mad that you’re good when he carries this turmoil of feelings for you that are making him go insane day by day.

He feels his insides bursting, all the emotions spilling out from his being pathetically as he cries in front of you. “Really?” One nod in answer. And he can’t stand looking at your facade of neutral features as tears keep escaping your eyes in betrayal.

Katsuki snorts, forearms leaning over the table and his head hanging low, “Why it fuckin’ annoys me that you’re doing well? Damn it.”

“You don’t actually mean that…”

“I do, I always mean everything I fuckin’ say,” he leans back against the chair, eyes going back to yours. His probably are even redder thanks to his tears, just like yours already look puffy from yours.

Katsuki decides then that this is the moment. This is the moment to finally pour out everything he has been carrying inside for you.

“Because you see, as I’m sure you’re aware now, day by fuckin’ day, I’m dying a little more inside without you. And you’re just– doing well.”

The sudden cry that leaves your being makes him want to hold you, and the little sobs only sink him more into the pit of feelings he named ‘Y/N���. Because he hasn’t been able to get out of it, nor has he actually put enough effort to, swimming there painfully pleasantly.

And yet… there you are. Doing well.

So well, that you are going to marry another guy.

Katsuki stretches his arm over the table and reaches without struggle the wrist of one of your hands that hides your crying face. You let him bring that hand toward the table, and he holds it in between his. He smiles again; he was right, your hands are always cold.

“Y-you waited…” you weep, your other hand resting over your chest, right where your heart is.

He nods, “I waited…”

You close your eyes, head going to a side and sobbing again. It hurts him so much to see you like this, just as much as the thought of another man being the carer of that precious heart of yours.

“Oh, Katsuki…”

The way you whimper his name like it physically hurts you, made him want to vomit. It brought a new deep pain to his chest that he doubts he is ever going to recover from.

There’s silence again, both of you sniffing and trying to gather your emotions back in control.

He doesn’t know why he came here. Probably he needed a confirmation of what Izuku told him after his first encounter with you.

“She’s going to marry, Kacchan,” Izuku’s words had been like an ice-cold bucket of water thrown at his back, leaving him breathless and distressed. But it didn’t compare with the next bomb, “because she’s pregnant. She wanted the ceremony to be here, in commemoration of her parents.”

He pucked right then and there; Izuku being the best fucking friend he always has been tended to Katsuki’s breakdown that day. The nerd even held him in a tight hug as he bawled his soul out.

But again, the pain doesn’t compare to the living proof right in front of his eyes now.

The hand he’s holding in between his is the one where an engagement ring adorns your beautiful finger. A ring that should have been from him, and not that other guy.

The very discreet little bump on your abdomen he got to feel when he caught you when you fell from the old ladder makes him boil with frustration. That should have been his little brat inside you, and not the other guy’s.

Bakugou Katsuki really feels like a sword has stroked right through the middle of his heart.

And it doesn’t matter anymore, he’s going to die watching from afar how the love of his life is being united to another guy. Well, you already are.

Ah. 

Katsuki didn’t mind the cold. The quirk his parents gave him made him run hot most of the time. 

Yet, from now on, Katsuki thinks he’s going to feel the piercing cold everyone talks about in winter forever.

He thinks he’s going to hate the cold now.

[damedechance]

lovesick all over my bed

a 'Love and Deepspace' oneshot >> read on ao3

Pairing: Rafayel/MC Rating: Explicit Summary: Rafayel has been keeping you up late at night, and not in the way you might prefer. When Rafayel's late nights spent painting cause him to have trouble falling asleep, you're the one he calls. Your ill-advised decision to confront him at his house at 3am leads to yet another sleepless night.

💙🩷check below cut for a snippet

The street is slick with the thin, vaporous mist lightly falling over the city. Shallow puddles have formed in dips in the asphalt, the street lights reflecting off the otherwise seamless black surface of the water with a yellowish glow. You watch these reflections shake and bob over the puddles as you barrel towards them. Your front tire slices through the water, and you whip your head behind you to see how the water ripples violently in your wake.

Between your thighs, you feel the low rumble of your motorbike, and as you turn back around to face the road, you rev the engine. The roar of it in your ears is only slightly mollifying, and so you repeat the action–louder this time–and you streak beneath a traffic light just as it turns red.

The roads are especially clear this late at night, allowing you to zip through the city effortlessly. You recklessly weave in and out of the dotted yellow lines, just to blow off some steam. Rafayel might be pissing you off, but that doesn’t mean you want to arrive at his place seething with anger. You’re still hoping you might be able to resolve this situation peacefully, to find a reasonable solution to his–there’s no other word for it–bullshit.

But just as you are mentally preparing yourself to behave rationally as soon as you see him, your phone vibrates in your pocket, and a frustrated scream rips up your throat. You lean forward, pressing your torso flat against your bike, and the quiet city streets begin to blur past you as you accelerate even faster, the rain slicing like razors against your skin and splattering against your visor. The phone call goes ignored, and you feel it buzzing against the front of your thigh a few more times before mercifully, it stops.

This is the fifth phone call in less than an hour.

Rafayel’s house sprouts from the distance, and you grind your teeth together at the sight of it. All of the lights are off, and for some reason that only aggravates you more. Unfair, that Rafayel may spend a peaceful, quiet night in his luxurious home while you’re tearing through Linkon City streets and dedicating every last shred of patience that he has not yet worn down to taking deep breaths just so you don’t rip his head off as soon as you see him.

Not that he wouldn’t deserve it.

[minnyroll]

All the power in the palm of their hands. Who's got the right motive?

Animation by: @burrotello

[burrotello]

THATS IT IM DOING IT

ZIPPED UP VILLAINS ASK SERIES

These will be very canon fanon nonsensical responses to ANYTHING (as long as its not weird)

GO CRAZY. GO NUTS. MY ASKS ARE OPEN

[seashellisinmyheart]

I think one of the things I like the most about Zipped Up are the character designs.

[mushiemellows]

For the new prompt list, may I request Smoker/Tashigi + 70?

"Not our brightest idea."

(Warning for Suggestive, but not fully NSFW)

Requests still open for this prompt list, I'll write most ships!

Tashigi, for the first time in her life, saw the world clearly. She stared at her superior officer with awe, confusion, and a lot of embarrassment. He unbuttoned her shirt slowly, one after another, slender hands careful on each closure. 

“How the fuck do you— Christ, what the hell is this? It’s six inches in front of my fucking face and I can’t even…” Smoker grumbled as he worked, squinting hard. 

“Put the glasses on. They actually help, you know,” she pointed to the pair on his forehead. Then, she turned to her own situation and zipped his jacket up to the collar. Once the ice of Punk Hazard had been kept at bay, she turned back to help him put her spectacles on. 

He stared at the half-inch thick lenses with tangible shock. “Fuck me, you’re actually blind, aren’t you?!” 

“You think I wear them for the aesthetics? They’re my glasses, Smoker! And can you not do that with my shirt?”

“What? You’re too uptight, a man’s gotta breathe.” 

He dropped the glasses onto his nose, relief tangible once he could see the remaining few buttons. Tashigi watched as her boss, swapped into her body through the Warlord Law’s ridiculous power, peeled her shirt wide open. He breathed deep, bust rising and falling. Air crystalized in the snow. Next, he leaned forward toward her, similarly trapped inside of him, and plucked a cigar from his original jacket’s holster. 

“Don’t damage my lungs with that crap!” She chided. 

“You can have one too, if you want. You’re the one with the physical nicotine addition, now. But the oral fixation sticks with me.”

“I-I-I can’t believe you! Do you not know any decency?!” Her eyes locked to her own chest. From this angle, at this new height, they looked…different. Perhaps it was the cold. 

“Your back fuckin’ hurts, you know that?” Smoker tried to stretch as he got his cigar started. He wrapped her lips around the base, puffing gently. Unmarred lungs coughed. 

Tashigi studied her own face in total clarity, now. She surely wasn’t ever one to completely hide herself, but the way her superior officer inhabited her body changed every single one of her mannerisms. Her original shoulders were set firm, her jaw raised with confidence, her brow carved in challenge and her breasts…were definitely bigger, right? She usually kept them in a tighter sports bra, one that accommodated fighting and actual military work. Her furious blush never faded over his cheeks. 

“Oh, Christ, don’t do that in my body. You’re making me look all soft, Tash. C’mon!” 

“I-I can’t help it! It’s embarrassing!” 

“It ain’t anything we haven’t both seen! You’re really telling me there’s nothing you wanna do in my body while you got the chance?” He quirked her brow. 

The swordswoman stammered at the prompting, “n-no! I just want to get back in my own body as soon as possible!” She reached forward to try and button the tropical shirt back up. Her hands, however, accidentally turned to vapor and phased around her own body. “Oh, how the heck do you control this?!” 

“From the balls.” 

“From the—WHAT?!”

“You heard me! You’re blind, not deaf, ain’t’cha? The smoke comes from the chest, but you control it with your balls! Calm your breathing, feel it really fill your lungs, taste it on your tongue, and then use the muscles near your balls to give it form,” Smoker gestured like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“M-m-my…” Tashigi paled, then turned her back to her body. She used all her mental fortitude to solidify her whispy hands back into corporeal form. They flew to her military-issue waistband, unbuckling his belt and revealing what rested inside. “OH!” 

“So I’m gonna ask you again, officer,” he slid up behind her, bare bust to her jacket, “is there anything you want to try while you’re having a turn inside my body? Because I can think of a thing or two I’d like to do just once to say I’ve done it.” 

Her body’s betraying hands met at the waist, keeping her from closing the belt. “We-we can’t! Not here. Someone could-could see!” She flushed even further, permanently crimson and coy in a way that rounded his standardly-hard jawbone. “It’s inappropriate for a-a-a—” 

“Yeah, yeah, you say that every time, Tash. And I know you won’t last that long. Not your first time, at least,” he laughed. The woman’s original form slunk around so that Tashigi couldn’t hide her embarrassment. “Don’t look right like that,” her boss growled around his cigar in her lips, moving to unzip his usually open jacket. 

“It’s cold, how are you not…” she tried to protest, though she lost herself in the odd hypnotism of watching herself remove the coat. 

“Breathe. Feel it in your chest,” he pointed to his own pectorals, “and your balls.” His hand—her hand controlled by him—slid down dense abdominals to the cut of his hip bone. “You’re not cold, I know you’re not.” 

Tashigi shivered. “B-but I’m…”

Smoker stood up on tip toes, fingertips on her hip rising again to wrap around the back of his original neck. His other hand pushed the glasses up off his nose, then removed his cigar with final exhale. “You’re overthinking it, Tash. Tryn’a control smoke with your bare hands. Not how it works. Just let it dissipate. Rise with it, let it go where it wants to go.” 

She breathed deep, letting the smell of fresh snow and tobacco fill aching lungs. Physical addiction begged at her lips, no matter how bad the relief would be for her. The sight of her own face, her own lips, her own bust closing in filled her with a strange sensation. Something tightened in her—his—chest, shifted in the balls. Smoke filled the air, making the atmosphere thick and unbreathable. 

“Relax,” Smoker looked up at her with big, round eyes. 

“Mmhmm,” she nodded softly. The hand on the back of her neck urged her forward. She relented and put all her weight into leaning down. 

Right as their lips were about to touch, she realized just what the heck she was doing. Panic, nerves, and a lot of hesitation filled her. Tightness in her chest snapped, the control in her balls released. Tashigi's upper half vaporized, but the momentum of the lean had already carried her too far. She phased around the other body in a puff of smoke. 

Smoker similarly fell when his support partially dematerialized. He tripped on the remnant physicality of his own military-issue boots and sprawled across the icy ground. The glasses fell from his forehead and slid over the frictionless surface. “Ow! What the hell?” He barked. 

They both froze in the snow, staring at each other. It took a second to process what they’d just attempted before the two burst into laughter. “Okay, okay,” Tashigi stood up first, focusing as she offered a solid hand to her own body. “That wasn’t our brightest idea.”

“You can say that again,” her superior officer rolled his eyes, dusting himself off and fixing the way her shirt draped over his breasts. 

She walked over to where her glasses had landed and passed them back to him. “Let’s just try and get this sorted out first, yes?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Fine. Ay, Tash?” Smoker peered at her as he affixed the thick spectacles.

“Hm?” 

“It’s fucking cold.”

“YOU WOULDN’T BE SO COLD IF YOU PUT YOUR-MY-Y-YOUR SHIRT ON!”

[driftward]

Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 26. Zip Characters: Ryssthota Sundstyrwyn, Zoissette Vauban, Klynt Gohtawyn, Y'shtola Rhul, Thancred Waters Rating: Teen Summary: Scientific progress goes 'zip' Notes: Too ambitious by half

A black blob of ichorous fluid, oily and thick, floated in midair in the middle of an elaborate contraption made of glass, brass, and crystal. Steam gently wafted out of the device from various vents, as fluid became fluids, being processed, filtered, agitated, vaporized and condenses, until at last another black drop of the dense liquid dropped into the middle chamber and came to float, joining the black blob. Its surface shimmered in an oily rainbow.

"And we are to drink that?" asked Y'shtola, her nose wrinkled.

"I cannot believe I volunteered for this," groaned Thancred.

"Cowards," challenged Klynt, grinning at the other two.

"Be nice," said Zoissette.

"It's fine! It'll be fine!" crowed Ryssthota. "This will be the greatest coffee ever made, probably!"

Nyx stood nearby as silent witness.

Zoissette looked around the lab. "We are certain C'oretta has been sufficiently distracted? I fear if she got any of this in her system, she will vibrate enough to shatter the bonds of reality. Or at least the experiment."

Ryss shrugged. "I'm pretty sure she said she'd be in Ul'dah today, probably distracted by her latest boy. Look! I think we got enough for all of us."

"I am not so certain about this experiment of yours, Ryssthota," said Y'shtola. "I am oft curious as to the bounds of natural science, but I cannot imagine such a foul looking result having any decent taste."

"Don't most of you usually stick to tea, anyroad?" asked Thancred.

"Yes, and indeed, Ryssthota meant to surprise me with a surpassing cup of tea. However, unfortunately, we found that the tea leaves do not survive well this process."

"It's easier to get the oils to sublimate out of a coffee bean," supplied Ryss. "And the vacuum chamber can be controlled to just around the vapor point in such a way that we can easily isolate those exact aetheric properties that we're interested in, resulting in... well, we're about to find out."

Ryss grinned. The last few droplets drifted towards the hovering liquid, which coalesced into a singular black orb. It wobbled in place for a bit, its surface bulging and compressing, as it spun, almost on the edge of of instability. But then, with a final vibration, it settled, and now, at some sort of mass limit, it floated down towards a spigot as the apparatus spun down.

Several cups were filled with the liquid and handed around.

"I think I'll call it Zip," said Ryssthota proudly. "Wuff that's thick."

"That," said Thancred gamely, "Is what she said." He downed his with a hard swallow, and shook his head violently. "Whew! Tasty."

Klynt just cackled at Thancred as she poured hers in her mouth, and seemed to chew on it a bit before swallowing. "Huh. Interesting texture. Kinnae tingly."

"Buttery, almost," said Y'shtola, sipping at hers and making a wince. "And almost singularly offensive to my sensitive palate. Is this perhaps an expression of a desire to exceed Nyx in culinary extremes?" She sighed, and quickly swallowed the rest of it.

Zoissette grimaced, but then after a moment, frowned, and looked down into her empty cup. "Okay, that is not as bad as the rest of you were selling."

The five sat around, setting down their empty cups, and looking at each other. Nyx stood silent as their sixth, just watching.

"Wonder how long it takes to kick in?" mused Thancred out loud.

~*~

"We need to evacuate!" yelled the human up at Ryssthota, who grunted at him in response. "Your lab is in the middle of a war zone!"

"One, don't exaggerate," she said, annoyed. "If we were in the middle of a war zone, there would be mortars and drop shuttles and stuff."

The human held up a hand, and she stopped to watch. He gestured at the shutters behind them, then hit the button that caused the slats to fold open.

Outside, in the distance, several energy mortar rounds landed with distant thuddy thwoomps. A drop shuttle carrying soldiers hovered down low to the ground, the people it was carrying bringing up their shields and weapons, beginning to fire before it even touched down. Under heavy fire itself, it only hovered long enough to disgorge its cargo before its thrusters fired and it rocketed back up to the sky.

"Oh. Huh," said Ryssthota. "You know, I thought the local gangs had gotten into a pretty heavy music scene."

"I know for a Krogon like you this must seem like a regular vacation spot, but we're pulling all scientific and civilian teams out now!"

"Okay but to be fair, I have been very busy and very distracted with, if you would have let me continue, two! I am on the verge of solving the other half of what could be the greatest scientific discovery of our time!"

She put down a device in front of the man and grinned at him.

He frowned at it, then looked up at her.

"A coffee pot."

She looked down at it. Despite the addition of a miniaturized mass effect engine, an eezo reserve canister, and an omni-tool, it did rather look like the simple table top coffee maker it had started life as.

"Look there's more to it than that now."

"Nevermind. Point out what stuff my people need to grab, help hup up anything you need yourself, and we need to -go-. You can tell me about this 'amazing scientific' whatever whatever on the way!"

The room rumbled as some more energy mortars landed rather closer than she cared for, and she sighed, turning and pointing at things while tucking the coffee pot under an arm.

"Alright, fine. It all started when I was thinking about ways to try to expand my people's natural element zero manipulation abilities..."

~*~

A thin line appeared in reality, blue and glowing, and with a high energy zip! noise, Ryssthota sprung back into existence.

What a rush! She thought to herself. She had done it at last! She had breached the so-called biotic barrier! Forget seeming to teleport short distances just to punch some guy in the head (though that was its own fun), she had concentrated so much biotic energy with such mental focus that she had created a pinch in space time itself!

Unfortunately, she had not stopped as fast as she had liked. As the blue glow around her faded, she looked around.

This looked like a bizarre sort of proto-civilization work facility of some sort. She could see off to one side a holographic emitter, with a picture of some sort of unrecognizable craft suspended in it. Dominating the bay was what looked like a mass effect drive core, except there was no eezo mass inside of it, and the external shielding had never been installed. It instead looked like they were using it as a dais for another holographic emitter.

As she swept he gaze around, she saw a whiteboard with a copious amount of notes on it. She frowned at them. There were a lot of words on there she did not recognize, such as 'dynamis', 'aether', and 'omphalos'. There were lots of equations though, some she recognized from her own studies into hyperphysics and suprarelativitiy. And words she did recognize, like 'resonance', 'interdimensional', and 'cascade'. Off to one side was a priority list. In big letters was the sentence THANCRED IS BROKEN, and under that, What happened to Y'shtola???, and lots of equations and speculation next to that.

She turned, slowly, to look at the rest of the lab. In the middle was some kind of glass and brass and was that crystal? apparatus. Controlling it appeared to be a set of planetary rings, right now not so much 'spinning' as seeming to move so fast as to vibrate. And there was another human in here, a short one, black with purple fur so dark as to be almost black. War paint on half of its face. And weird triangular skin flaps on either side of their head. Ears?

"Hey, you. Where am I?"

"Gage Acquisitions company workshop. Gage Acquisitions headquarters. Lavender Beds ward 6, plot 6. Gridania. The Black Shroud. Eorzea. Etheirys."

Oh. A VI of some sort. She didn't recognize any of those names, but the VI probably wasn't going to be of much help here. She moved on.

There was kind of a shimmering field surrounding the edges of the place, and it looked like it might keep her from leaving. She walked towards it, and began to reach a hand out towards it.

"Containment protocols are in place until the current situation is resolved. Please do not violate containment protocol," the VI said. Ryssthota pulled her hand back. Best not to mess with that until she knew more.

She looked back. There were four shimmers in the air that she had ignored until now. They looked sort of like the malfunctioning output of a holoemitter, but now she wondered if they were what was being contained. She peered closer. Each one seemed to contain a person.

Back to the whiteboard. Some of these notes, she could make out. She rubbed her lower jaw as she read carefully down it, eventually getting down on one knee to be at a better height. No matter where you went in the universe, nothing was ever built for Krogans unless it was a weapon, a military vehicle, or Krogan built itself.

There equations were mostly complete. She did not recognize all of them. But she did recognize one that they seemed to be having trouble with. She was not sure what it solved, exactly, but she did the math, scrawling on the whiteboard with some kind of paint stick they had left nearby, and finished it out with the necessary numbers.

She turned. The apparatus they had built was utilizing these equations to accomplish whatever they were trying to do. Maybe she had been pulled here.

Maybe she could pull the people who had been working here back.

She went to the vibrating control thingy, and took a deep breath in. With a moment of focus, she glowed blue once more, her biotic field activating. Reality seemed to slow down, and the vibrating planetary rings of the control thingy slowed down as well, to the point where they were simply spinning.

Ah, she could see it now. She reached in carefully, and made adjustments. Five parameters, one already solved, and she could solve the other four.

Sort of. There were still parts missing. Problem for later, try to get this science team - and she was certain it was some kind of scientific team - back now, and try to ask them questions.

Once she was done, she glanced over at the whiteboard one last time, found out where they had put the 'go' button, and committed.

She released her biotic field. Time sped up back to normal. And then, around her, the four shimmers collapsed.

Zip!, and a long pole of a human wearing some kind of robot suit - or were they just straight up a human looking robot? With a weird helmet that had some crystals in it appeared. They had black fur, tied back in a long ponytail. Probably a human in a robot suit. Why would you put fur on a robot.

Zip! and another person, this one almost her own height appeared. They had slate blue gray skin, and huge triangular ears, and tusks. Feet unshod, two toes each, a hand with three fingers. Green fur. Ryssthota immediately liked them. They looked like a sturdy sort. They appeared to be wearing animal skin and wood? Which was odd.

Zip! and another human appeared. This one was shorter than the first one in the robot suit. Also, their nose looked funny in a way Ryssthota couldn't quite identify. They were wearing some kind of two-tone jumpsuit, blue on black. Black short cropped fur with bangs that came forward into the face.

Zip! and the last one appeared, also a human. Wearing a white coat. Silver fur. Black boots.

The last immediately went to the ground, clutching his head. "Oh gods, I feel as though I have had greatness thrust upon me," he groaned, curling up on himself.

The robot suit person immediately pulled a metal shield off their back and held it in front of them, poking their forearm out from around it. Their hand disappeared and a barrel of some sort appeared. "Help!"

The short human with the jumpsuit immediately pulled out what looked like some kind of pistol, and frowned at the group.

The tall blue green person just slowly held up their hands. "Whoa hey what's going on. We're all friends here, yea? Spirits brought me here, wonderin' what was pokin' at the world."

Ryssthota could have taken them all, but that was not what she was here for. She also held her hands up.

"Whoa okay hold on," she said. "No shooting. Nobody is going to shoot anyone here. I'm trying to find the scientists that built this place. ... would any of you happen to know where we are or what's going on?"

"Please stop yelling. I can hear a thousand realities and they're all terrible," groaned the person in the white coat from the floor.

The robot peaked out from behind their shield, and after a moment the barrel on their forearm was replaced by a hand again, and they slowly, cautiously returned their shield to their back.

"I was running an experiment on my teleporter," they said. "Uhm, but during it, I experienced an instability spike in my reactor. I tried to get it back under control, and when I did, I wound up here."

The other woman, the one in the jumpsuit, rolled her eyes. "You might say my situation was also an accident. I had set up one of the teleporters to attempt a transwarp teleportation - just an experiment. There was an emergency that necessitated its use rather sooner than I had intended."

Everyone looked at one another.

"I think none of us are home right now," said Ryssthota.

"What about him?" asked the woman in the jumpsuit, pointing at the man in the white coat.

"Oh, I am in every home," he groaned. "My name is Thancred, and everything is terrible forever."

...to be continued?

[lovehotelreservation]

Drink Up

Summary: A night out in Metro City has Jamie as drunk as could be.

Still there was nothing that intoxicated him quite as much as his desire for you.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Jamie

crawling

wrote and completed this exactly right after i finished my ryu piece from last night

mercy how i beg for you for peace from those shirtless mods

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Jamie was drunk.

As if the burning hot red streak of scarlet across his golden complexion didn’t proclaim this loud enough, the exposure of his chiseled chest with the dramatic drag of his zipped top and the flowing river of thick onyx black hair stated plentifully.

Yet that was not how you knew that he was drunk.

Sure, there was an earlier off-key singing match against Luke that pitted Faye Wong deep cuts against The Chainsmokers’s singles during karaoke.

Along with the wobbled dance battle between the two of them outside the bar that they stumbled out of.

Not to mention the subsequent clash of inebriated senses with Luke punching the air while Jamie was lucky to even glide the edge of his shoe against the other’s forearm in a spinning kick.

No, there was a far more personal reason as to how you determined your boyfriend’s drunken state.

It was in the sloppiness of his actions.

While the ways of drunken fighting was his forte, there was still a grace and logic to each maneuver that he masterfully performed.

But in this case, every action he performed onto you spoke less about careful thought and far more about passion-driven instinct.

A drunken Jamie was the one who was damn near tempted to kick down the front door to his own while he had you wrapped in his arms, his lips hungrily seeking out yours.

He was the one who was huffing over your clothes being in the way, his fingers itching to strip you down so he could feel up your body as much as he desired.

Though, as much of a lush he was, his eyes still gleamed with a sharp competitive edge the moment you teased about his earlier clash with Luke.

A reminder about a previous loss to his rival.

Those were fighting words and you were eager to be delivered a punishing defeat.

There on the floor, upon your hands and knees, Jamie hunched right over you from behind, the entirety of his long cock pummeling into your core at a punishing pace, his nimble fingers anchored onto onto your hips while his teeth sunk into the nape of your neck 

He had his fill of drink, but he craved more and more to hear the mewl of his name from your lips.

And certainly, he was in no mind to stop, inebriation aside.

After all, Jamie was drunk in love and so were you.

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BACK TO BACK UPDATES FROM ME HELLO OTL

As you can see, I'm a bit sauced from SF6 fahfklah I plan on treating this as an open-ended collection as I work my way through the quarter circle vapors

But oml as always thank you so much for reading!!!

[perfectsunlight]

(𝟑𝟐) - 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

“you should really remember to bring a jacket, my love.” jimin wrapped her jacket around you before she kissed the crown of your head. a small pout formed on your lips during the process. truth be told, you actually had remembered to bring your jacket this time. however, you seemed to have accidentally left it on the couch before you left. 

“baby, i don’t need it, seriously.” you tried to take your arms and pull them out from the piece of clothing, but your girlfriend halted your movements with her hands. 

the taller girl’s fingers fumbled with the zipper before she managed to zip up the jacket on you. truth be told, jimin wasn’t that cold. she actually thought the weather was perfect this time of year, but she still brought a jacket just in case it got too cold.

not for herself, but for you. she always made sure to grab her jacket or a sweater before your outings or dates because she wanted to be prepared. she wouldn’t let her girlfriend freeze on her watch.

a whine escaped your lips, the pout on your lips only amplifying at the sight of your now barren lover. this situation wasn’t new for either of you, but no matter how many times you insisted on giving her jacket back to her, jimin refused each time.

“see, don’t you feel warmer now?” jimin’s hands cupped your face, thumbs gently grazing your rosy cheeks while she gazed upon you with pure adoration. the pure fondness in your girlfriend’s gaze made your breath hitch. even now, after dating for so long, she still managed to make you flustered. 

“but what about you?” you tried to reason, moving your hands on top of hers and caressing them in a similar fashion. “you’ll get cold too.” 

you always felt bad that your girlfriend was always sacrificing her sweaters and jackets for you. sure, you were cold, but so was she; it only made sense for her to keep her coat.

except jimin would rather it be her own self freezing instead of it being you. she would gladly spend her entire lifetime giving you her jackets. 

your girlfriend flashed you her signature radiant smile, dimples on display and eyes full of love.

“nonsense.”

the night air blew in between you and jimin as you walked. dinner was fine, and you two were actually able to converse somewhat normally. at least, as normally as it possibly could be given the situation. nevertheless, conversation was flowing naturally between you two, which was a miracle in itself.

the both of you decided to just to walk around for a bit, wanting to burn off some of the food you just ate as an excuse. the han river slowly came into view while you both walked down an empty street. it was later in the evening, but not too late. there seemed to still be a few people out, but not too many on this side of the river.

your feet moved in time with hers as you walked, shoes hitting against the pavement in an unspoken rhythm. the taller girl glanced your way for a moment.

 “are you cold?” she asked genuinely, and when your eyes met hers, you could practically see the concern dripping from her gaze.

no. stop it. don’t do that. don’t act like you care after you ended things.

you were quick to shake your head no, but your body betrayed you because a quick gust of wind quickly blew past and making you shiver slightly. 

jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line as she shook her head at you. “you still don’t bring your jacket with you even now, huh?” she teased while she unzipped hers and began taking it off.

“hey, no that’s not true,” you defended, trying to prove your innocence. your train of thought was instantly lost once you noticed karina trying to give you her jacket. “yah, i don’t need it jimin, seriously.” 

the aespa member flashed you a small smile before wrapping it around your shoulders, an action that was practically still muscle memory to her. 

“you’ll feel much warmer, i promise.” 

a huff escaped your lips while you put the jacket on, the vapor dancing in the air as a result. you slipped your arms through the jacket, putting it on properly since you knew it was useless to go against the other girl.

the older girl began briskly walking in front of you in an attempt to get you to stop fighting against her offer. you chased after her, only a few steps behind her. 

even when you two were dating she didn’t let you give it back to her. it would be a fruitless attempt if you tried now. however, you still put up some resistance.

“what about you though,” you reasoned, trying to persuade her with your logic and reasoning. jimin shared the same analytical mind as you. it was something that you were always grateful for, but it also came in handy in situations like this where you could use it against her. it never actually worked, of course. but you still always tried. “you’ll get cold too.”

jimin’s head turned over her shoulder. her gaze flickered towards yours, and the faintest ghost of a smile graced her lips. 

“nonsense.” 

the two of you walked a bit further until you were standing near the edge of the river. the lights from the city and streets illuminated shades of yellow onto the water. you noticed jimin on her phone for a few moments, and you assumed she was probably texting her girlfriend.

minjeong. her girlfriend.  

the unspoken thoughts regarding their relationship still left a bitter taste in your mouth. however, your opinions regarding who you ex was now with were not important right now. you needed to have the conversation, something you never thought you would be having. 

the lingering silence was deafening, and you were positive that karina could feel the tension slowly building. you finally took a deep breath before focusing your attention on the small ripples of the water in front of you.

your heart pounded in your ears, and your fists shook in the coat pockets of your ex’s sweater. you knew you had to do this, you knew you needed to do this. with one final deep breath, you exhaled slowly before speaking.

“i think we should talk about it.”

jimin swore she got whiplash from how fast she turned her head to look at you. your attention was elsewhere, of course, but from your peripheral vision you could tell she was staring right at you. 

karina wasn’t expecting this conversation from you, especially right now. if anything, she expected you to bring up minjeong or the argument at the dorms. she cleared her throat before turning to look ahead, joining you with your attention on the waterfront.

“alright.” she replied in a voice barely above a whisper. this was going to be a very painful, and honest conversation. she had to mentally prepare herself to poke at some old scars, but she assumed you were under the same mentality. 

you bit your lower lip, sighing deeply as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other. this was harder than you thought, but you knew it was necessary. after a few minutes of silence passed, you finally spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.

“i don’t hate you, jimin.”

the SM idol’s head slowly turned to face you once again, eyes widened slightly in disbelief. she couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your mouth. you didn’t hate her? after everything? she didn’t know how to respond, and thankfully you continued speaking so she didn’t have to.

“i did in the beginning, once everything went down i was so upset that i eventually left the company entirely. the breakup, our breakup, put me in a bad state of mind for a little over a year.” a sad chuckle escaped your lips while you kicked at the ground before continuing.

“i took a year off from anything music or trainee related. honestly, i was seriously thinking about giving up on it entirely.”

jimin’s gaze softened, her eyes never leaving your face as she started at your side profile. she couldn’t fathom the thought of you, someone who was practically born for the stage, would ever consider giving up on it.

“why did you want to quit?” she hesitantly asked, fearing that she may be overstepping during this already vulnerable moment.

you didn’t look at her, but a sad smile slowly crept onto your face. “i guess i just wanted to remove myself from anything that reminded me of you.”

for what seemed like the first time since the day you left, jimin felt her heart breaking within her own chest. 

silence passed between the two of you once again, and she figured you were giving her time to think of a response. you had said how you honestly felt, it was only fair that she did the same. 

jimin’s head hung as she stared at her shoes. she always felt guilty for the breakup and everything else that followed. when she heard you had left the company entirely, she nearly lost it entirely. aeri had to lock her in the dorm until she finally calmed down enough to not go out and threaten her freshly signed contract.

after what felt like an eternity, the aespa member finally gathered her thoughts, as well as she could at least, and finally began talking.

“i never wanted to break up with you in the first place, y/n.”

you wanted to laugh in her face, truthfully. how on earth was that possible? she didn’t want to break up with you, but still did it. that seemed very counterintuitive in your book. 

“it was either they did it, or i did it. and i couldn’t,” she swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried to prevent herself from getting choked up. “i couldn’t stand even the thought of you losing what we had because of them.”

confusion laced your features once more. “jimin, who are you talking about?” you asked gently, trying your best to understand what she was saying. 

karina’s head looked up to face the water, distracting herself with the dancing hues of yellow on the waterfront for a moment. she couldn’t believe that you didn’t know what she was talking about. hadn’t you been told? did you not find out about anything? were you kept in the dark this entire time?

“you were taken out of the lineup because management caught wind of us.”

your brows furrowed, thinking back to your training days as you wracked your brain trying to recall any memory of management informing you of anything. even if they had their suspicions regarding your relationship, then wouldn’t jimin also be taken out of the lineup as well?

“jimin, you told me that you were breaking up with me because of the debut.” 

“i know,” she emphasized, “but i did it because if i didn’t do it, they were going to, and i couldn’t let them get the chance of hurting you even more. especially after you got kicked off the lineup.”

your head turned to look at jimin, watching her breath dance in the wind gently. you could tell that this was vulnerable for her too from the way her lower lip was slightly quivering. with this newfound light on your breakup, you couldn’t help but feel her frustration. it must have been a difficult decision, sure, but it still hurt you both in the end.

except, something still wasn’t adding up in your mind. the pieces weren’t matching up correctly, because you needed more clarification on something: how did management even find out in the first place?

“rina,” you whispered, and you didn’t know it, but the nickname gave the older girl butterflies. it was something she hadn’t heard from you in such a long time. the mentioned girl lifted her head and met your gaze for the first time since the conversation started.

“how did they even find out?” 

jimin’s shoulders sagged, “i still don’t know. nothing was ever told to me directly, so im not sure.”

your frown deepened at this revelation. now the pieces were even more disorganized. if she wasn’t told anything directly, then how in the world did she know any of this? was it just a rumor? no, it couldn’t have been. you could count on one hand how many people knew about the two of you.

“wait, then who told you that it was either you breaking it off or they were going to?” you asked, eyes never leaving hers. this was surely not the direction you expected the conversation to go.

jimin’s eyes remained locked on yours, not moving for even a moment. she truly had no idea that no one told you anything. she mentally punched herself for not giving you an explanation sooner. 

karina then swallowed and exhaled through her nose, the white vapor dancing in between the two of you. the movement of the water and the wind seemed to halt for just that moment, and even though it was only a small whisper, you heard her loud and clear.

“minjeong did.”

┊┊┊┊⋆ ✧　 　 · 　 ✧　✵ ┊┊┊☆ *　　 * ⋆ ┊┊★ * ┊┊* . *　✦ ┊☆ ° ✧　 　 · ★*

you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

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[ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ]

[archivist-crow]

On this day:

UFO ANGEL HAIR

On October 17, 1952, a large, cigar-shaped UFO with an entourage of thirty smaller "shapeless smoke balls" glided through the sky over the French Pyrenees, astounding hundreds of people in the town of Oloron-Ste-Marie. Those using binoculars could see that each smoke ball had a deep red sphere at its center and a glowing yellow ring encircling it. The main UFO flew while tilted at a 45-degree angle, and it spewed a vaporous plumage from its top end.

Schoolmaster Monsieur Yves Prigent and his wife had just called their three children to lunch when one of the children called from the window for the others to join him. The craft were a mile or two up in the sky, and the smaller spheres flew in pairs, zipping this way and that. An electric arc was created between them if they moved away from each other. The jet stream from the ships floated to the ground as angel hair, gossamer threads dropping and draping themselves over trees, telephone wires, and roofs. Many people attempted to collect specimens, only to watch them evaporate. The school gymnastics teacher and science teacher both collected large skeins, while the rest of the staff experimented with setting fire to the strands before they turned to jelly and then disintegrated or disappeared.

Nearly two weeks later, numerous persons witnessed the return of the spaceships when they glided over Gaillac for nearly twenty minutes, flying much lower this time and continuing to emit angel hair. Madame Daures first noticed the UFOs when her chickens got tremendously excited; when she searched the skies for a bird of prey, she saw the craft that had flown over Oloron-Ste-Marie earlier. The angel hair was again collected, but quickly disintegrated, as it had before.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

[zippedupofficial]

The most powerful being in all of the multiverse! The overseer of all evil …

Introducing... VAPOR!

Vapor is a malicious, heartless, evil doer who wants FULL CONTROL of the multiverse. With the multiverse in his hands? What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

Stay tuned to meet more of our main VILLAINS from our indie series, Zipped Up! 💚💚

Character Design by: @sillyminny