Dancing Queen

Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 3,700

Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. Now that days had passed you try to make this work. New discoveries make it difficult.

Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- See ya Darlings!

<Chapter 1 / Chapter 3>

The sound of the clock hands widened throughout the room, the wind continually passed through the window and moved the curtains as if they were waves of the sea.

You ate a chocolate bar, the third to be exact, lying down at the expense of your bed --I’m hungry-- said Venom, but it passed on deaf ears on your part --I need food-- you turned your eyes and with an annoying tone you moved your head as if they were somewhere else in the room and raised the chocolate bar "We are eating."

"You know what I mean" by going back to bed aggressively you left the chocolate and focused on observing the ceiling that seemed degraded thanks to the light of the bulb and the noise made by the clock hanging on the same wall "No, all this is your fucking fault" this seemed to bother the symbiote that with your hand hit you in the face "Who fucked up it was you, or was I who wanted to leave the fucking arms apart?" you stood out of bed, turning your back, then turning and moving your arms trying to explain "I was upset! Ok?, those assholes deserved it" you took the chocolate and gave another bite.

--And now they look for us for that-- the despair was so much that your hands involuntarily squeezed your face, you wanted to scream because, well, it really was your fault as possibly if you hadn't left the arms it would look like any other crime, where the police and the government would not give it so much importance as to look for a guilty or someone to put behind bars, where they would explain that despite the violence and 'immorality' that is lived these days they would work so that the country remains great and safe while they themselves cornered it for their own benefit.

But this was not a mere crime and they knew it, another threat to those of their kind, they didn’t care about those men because they have people in line waiting to fill their jobs but this is different, they wouldn’t allow more dissents --You’re ruining the chocolate-- you put the chocolate on your desk aggressively "I give a damn about the fucking chocolate. I'm not supposed to have a parasite on me, This is not supposed to happen, but the important thing is the chocolate!."

--Parasite!?-- suddenly your hands pinched your skin with everything and nails --I’m not a parasite!-- the pinches moved to other parts of your body each with more force than the previous one "Son of a bitch, let me go!" Venom’s head came out in front of you "Excuse yourself" trying not to show the pain with a serious face even though they knew it was not, you spoke "Fuck you" before anything else happened the door opened without warning, Venom quickly disappeared from sight, with wet eyes you turned "Everything all right honey?." Your mother asked, her face looked worried and moved her head trying to find something "Yes, why?" you tried to sound relaxed "It seemed to me that you were talking to someone" without thinking about it much you responded immediately "It was the radio" without believing you completely she nodded "Okay, goodnight" she took the handle and slowly started to close the door "Good night."

A few seconds passed until Venom came out again and gave you a big hit on the head so hard that you moaned in pain and fell to the floor almost touching the mattress "Was that necessary?", "Totally necessary, no doubt" they smiled at you and approaching your face a little, they waited, doing what seemed eye contact since it had no iris or pupils, you snorted, you squeezed the jaw knowing what they wanted "Sorry" you whispered "Did you say something?" they rubbed their mocking smile at you "You’re enjoying it too much" you roled your eyes and making a few grimaces you said again "I’m sorry, you’re not a parasite" this satisfied Venom who took refuge in your body --At least it was sincere.--

Inhaling and exhaling to calm yourself you saw the time on the clock with its tick tack banging in your ears, there you remembered what Hobie had said.

It was still early or so you supposed for the concert, because those you have attended were always late at night and in many cases in abandoned places, you spent some time deciding what to do.

The silence did not last too long since you went to close the door, with a little hurried step you opened the closet and took out some clothes with colder tones --What are you doing?-- without giving them an answer they gave an explanation --You fell into his charms-- you roled your eyes agian, while you changed "I didn’t fall into anyone’s charms" now you tied your laces "I just want to see the concert" and with the new outfit you opened the window completely --I’m not sure-- you walked to the desk and took the chocolate trying not to sound very sure of yourself "I thought maybe you would like some policeman but the choco-" before finishing, several tendrils came out of the window and without warning they carried you out of the room --So what are we waiting for!?--

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And so it was, very early for the concert; people barely arrived, and the sound tests were barely carried out. Leaning on a wall you watched how the instruments tuned, how some people used the microphone to say anything, from time to time giving you a pain in your head because of the various gaps that made unbearable highs.

You were so focused on this that Hobie's figure approaching went through the background until he put his hand on your shoulder "(__) good'ya could came" with a little spasm of fright you turned to see him you tilted your head back because he was taller "Yeah" something nervous you moved your feet without knowing how to continue the conversation.

"Hey, I apologize for my behavior of the other time, I was a bit agitated and-", "You don’t have t'explain anythin' to me, I’m glad you’re here" he said, looking you in the eyes, he leaned on the wall "Though it's early for ya t'arrive" he smiled, he put his hands into his pockets and pulled out a coin by turning it with his fingers "You never said the time" your eyes seeing its movement and then his face "It’s never important" he locked the coin in his palm "Besides, if I had told ya, would ya've arrived before anyway?" You thought about it a little "No" he smiled and continued to move the coin "Then it wasn´t important" you smiled a little.

After several minutes of comfortable silence, something more confident and trying not to pay much attention to others you answered Hobie’s question "You won’t believe me this. But…" the laughter of shame and fun to remember the moment made it difficult, you took air and calmed down "I am the one who beat the policeman with his shield" his smile grew bigger and the current followed "You? Who would say it, this very fine person a pig thug" He made a few clicks with his tongue as he moved his head in the form of reproach, another laugh escaped you "I know, I’m sure he wants a revenge", "Oh, of course, he must be training right now, waiting for his nemesis" another dephasing occurred but this caused you more pain, you brought a hand to your head "Are ya okay?" he asked "Yes, I’m okay, just a little headache" Hobie accepted the answer "If ya feel the same, ya can tell me and I'll help ya" you nodded and thanked the gesture, a boy who seemed to be one of the members of the band he would play approached and asked him for help for something you could not understand very well "Be back in a minute" you nodded again.

As he walked away Venom took the opportunity to have your attention --I'm hungry (__), I’m getting upset-- with the relaxed countenance you talked "I told you that after the concert we would go for food" your stomach roared and some of your muscles tightened up --But every minute that passes I have more and more appetite from their brains, I could eat some of them now-- then you clarified it "You’re not going to eat anyone here, we are going to wait until it is midnight if necessary. Do you understand me?" Venom complained for another time --Why?-- You raised your shoulders "I don’t know… because i say so."

After a while there were enough people and the heat began to isolate in the building but the lights were still on, turning you saw that Hobie was returning, it was not difficult to find him because of his stature, making his way among the people until he was in front of you.

The laughter, conversations and among other things made it difficult to hear so he bowed until his lips were at the same height as your ears "All good?" His voice was firm and clear, you raised yours "Yes, thank you" from one moment to another the lights went off, the only ones that remained were the ones that gave to the stage where several members barely climbed and took their positions and some neons that the people carried, several shouted "I'll play the guitar, their guitarist couldn't come" he raised his voice and although it was to let you know it also seemed as if he asked your permission not to leave you alone as it was not what he planned to do "Okay, luck!" your throat hurt a little to scream, with the light around you could discern how he winked you and without losing another second he made his way again to reach the stage.

The band introduced its members and said the first song that would be played, the furor grew and grew. The whole atmosphere was gradually building and you enjoyed that, rotating your attention among the band as Hobie was preparing to start playing, his sweaty skin seemed to shine when the light hit him and reflected like a diamond, his body language seemed so calm, as if he were the only one in all the surroundings and the music was inside him waiting to come out, with his hands and fingers on the strings he began to play just like the others.

Normally you would have enjoyed the song but this time it was different, when the sound came to you an immense pain attacked your whole body as if something was biting your nerves and they were burning your skin, it was so unbearable that you covered your ears but it did not seem to diminish, trying to get out as quickly as possible you pushed the people who were near the exit no matter their annoyance.

Your eyes were clouded by pain until you finally reached the frame of the door through which you had passed, without looking back you ran out. After running for a while you stopped in pain, you knelt completely, your hands held your head with enough grip, your pupils were very dilated and your breathing was erratic. You felt how Venom was weak, taking a few puffs of air you put your hands on the floor and waited for the pain to dissipate, you regulated your breathing and stood slowly, your step was the same but that did not matter, at least you were far away from there.

As you walked through the streets you were gaining strength and Venom was the same as you decided to ask "What was that?" people passed by you immersed in their own bussiness --I am vulnerable to some frequencies or sounds, I thought you would have noticed by now-- you stopped completely, by doing this you collided with someone "Watch out!" the person yelled at you without turning to see you or even stopping, for a second you followed him with your eyes before puffing and taking your thumb and index finger to the root of your nose.

You walked to the edge and let the wind caress your face, the steps of people combined with the sound of cars passing by or the talks they had if they were accompanied were reassuring, something that lately was rare in your life for the whole matter of adapting to Venom, the search for the police that was just started was very rigorous and having to keep a low profile in the places you went.

You took this moment to think, at first in banal things to distract you but your mind played against you so you started to think about the previous things and the anger bubbled in your mind, your life had changed in such a short time and that frustrated you, as there was not even enough time to process it, the new sensations, the new knowledge provided by the symbiote, you were angry that you had to pretend that everything was fine when it was not. You were frustrated as the police became more violent when trying to find Venom, how everything seemed like a witch hunt... and the fact that everything would have been easier if you hadn't made that decision.

You felt the tears accumulating in your eyes, trying to dissipate them you turned your head slightly until your field of vision caught some posters stuck on the wall right next to you, seeing them totally you ripped one of them and took your original position. The paper prevented you from seeing your face reading the printed; a poster of is sought with the image of a symbiote, below as caption some vague descriptions but you knew what they were… your descriptions, at the end of this a warning of how dangerous it could be that the 'threat' was free and the reward.

"Shit."

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The sounds of the bones cracking and then breaking were more prominent than those of the flesh being chewed and swallowed aggressively, this time without leaving even a drop of blood. The remaining body was kept in place already dead by internal fractures, waiting for its turn at the banquet that took place in there.

The gloomy smell kept people away except for rats or ravens who were eagerly waiting for leftovers to feed on that night. Returning to the interior of their host, they turned to the sides to make sure nothing risked them and calmly lay on the nearest wall, inhale deeply "You and I need to talk", --What do you mean?-- they put their elbows on their knees and one hand on the other "If we want this to work, I need you to tell me things like before, before they happen. I need to know about you so I can handle this better" they sighed and stretched out their hands --You’re right (__), I want to know you and I, I regret not having been clearer before-- (__) took their face between their arms and tried to suppress a laugh "It sounded like we are in a relationship" their countenance relaxed.

They pulled out their head and saw the sky for a while before resuming the conversation "Anyway I already resigned myself with you" they tried to annoy Venom and it worked as their hand moved involuntarily and hit their opposite arm.

With a smile, they stood "Do you still have room for another?" Venom wrapped their body "Always" they ran his tongue through their teeth and walked to the remaining body and grabbed it by the waist opening their mouth as much as they could to continue the meal.

The concert was over an hour ago, most had already left for that point and the only ones left were those of the band, who helped to uninstall and collect the instruments as well as someone else who talked to them.

Hobie was leaning on the stage platform tuning his guitar again but his mind was elsewhere, he ran his fingers through the strings getting the corresponding notes until the boy from before spoke to him. "Hobie" caught his attention, he turned to see him and in response he got him to just make a sign with his chin. He continued with his eyes until I fell on the figure of (__) standing in front of the gate and when connecting his eyes with theirs, they offered him a smile that reciprocated.

They approached him until they were at his side and he stopped playing, both were looking for the words to address the other and when they found them they expressed them in unison "Sorry for not being there", "Sorry for not being there". "What are you talking about?", "What ya talking about?" They smiled looking at the floor, "I didn’t think you would come back." (__) tied their hands from behind and leaned on the platform just like Hobie did, "I felt better" he saw them, looked at their expression and really looked better but something had changed, he could not say at that moment exactly but later he would.

"I could've helped ya but I was here playing the tunes" he indicate back with my head but you refused "Don't worry, I am sorry for not having heard even one song" they raise their hand with the index finger, the guitarist left his place and walked a few steps back "What do you think about this? As a consolation prize for both of us, I can play some, so you can enjoy the show and I can spend more time with ya" their heart shuddered and without realizing their pupils dilated again but this time it was not for pain, --Uhhh, What a man-- Venom made other organs shudder as if it were butterflies in the stomach.

"I would love it but I have to get to my house, I don’t want my family to realize I'm not in the house" another reason to hate the p.m. "And tomorrow I have to leave early with them" and the A.M.

He approached you as he removed a pin from his vest and grabbed your right hand stretching it to put the object in the palm of your hand "Then you can return this t'me later… or you can keep it. The park seems to me the best option" somewhat confused you watched the pin and closed your hand when he took his hand off "But this is yours" he put his guitar on his back and put his hands in his pockets "Nah, that's an invention of capitalism to justify consumerism based on the feeling of belonging and exclusivity" you looked up and appreciated all the piercings on his face, as his hair was still amazing even after so many hours, the tone of his skin; everything seemed to be in harmony in the discord of his style "Ok" was the only thing that came out of your lips, moving from panorama your eyes examined other parts of Hobie until the part of his wrist caught your attention, this was totally different from the punk style of the boy; the bracelet was more futuristic as if it had been ripped from a robot and put on him.

But putting that aside… you had to leave "The park sounds good" you pointed at the door "Have to leave now" with a hurried pace you went before stopping and turning toward Hobie "Saturday at 5?" his smile was bent and opened his arms, his vest moving to adapt "Is the time important?" god how many times you have smiled?, your face is starting to hurt "No, but it is a recommendation" you waved your hands "See you" he took out one of his hands and semi-closed said goodbye so you went your way.

After you left the building one of the people who were there and had seen a little of the interaction between you said, "Don’t you think they should go with someone?" with his eyes fixed on the door Hobie spoke "They know how to hit, ask the policeman" several were surprised "Then if was who we thought?" his watch began to beep, he raised his wrist to see what it was about. "It depends on who's asking", he said goodbye and left to gather his suit and to open the portal that would transport him to his next mission with some anomaly, this was a symbiote.

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With all the possible delicacy you opened the window and entered your room, the lights off made the task more complicated but you succeeded, walking to the other side where you turned on the desk lamp. You moved the chair so you could sit down --See? No one broke in here--, "Because obviously I wouldn’t leave the window open for anyone to come in" you whispered, the cold outside was taking place inside --I don’t think we should continue to see him-- maybe it was the best option since Hobie Brown: Spiderman wasn’t necessarily a sympathizer with the symbionts. But this was different, wasn’t it?

"We are not like those bastards" you grabbed the chocolate bar half-eaten "I'll think of a way to make all this work" you gave a bite and chewed slowly to enjoy the taste trying to dilute that of the cops. You took a piece of paper out of one of your pockets and unfolded it, you closed the window with the help of Venom, you looked back at it, analyzed the details of the print as well as the choice of words, colors and typography. With the other empty hand you looked for the adhesive tape and cut it with your teeth placing it on the top of the sheet and immediately stuck it right at the height of your face. At the end you kept watching it for a while until you stand up and go to your bed to sleep.

If they were hunting you. You would hunt them down, in the shadows, mercilessly. After all, you are Venom.

Spider tag

Hobie Brown x Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 3,093

Summary: When your favorite spiders are in your dimension they take the opportunity to have a good time, including Hobie.

Written Curse: Second person!--Use of (__)!--(__) and her dimension is written to appeal to art nouveau--Hey guys, guess who's my fav character, es mi cumple así que voy a andar aventando verga See ya Darlings!

The morning so impassive cradled caressed against everything it touched, within the pleasant walls of a peculiar house that is related with exquisiteness to its sisters in such a graceful way, sheltered the young woman who rested placidly, the only thing you were able to hear was the movement of water and wind that flowed and aimlessly gave life to the city.

When you noticed more activity your eyelids allowed you to see your familiar surroundings and without any hurry you separated from the bed, your feet on the cold floor woke you up completly when you went to the small closet next to it. With all the care you put the clothes aside until you reached your suit that as you brushed it with your fingers a certain impatience ran through you but you disregarded it as you put it away in one of the bags that hung on one of the legs of the bed that you used to use as a coat rack. Putting each of the clothes in its place and arranging the room as much as possible, you went out.

The clacking of shoes against the stairs announced your presence in the dining room where your mother and father were having breakfast "Good morning" mom spoke first who was already serving food on the plate designated for you, with the same phrase you kissed her head and her hand to do the same with your father and immediately sit down to eat. During this time the conversations were short and even banal, but they were always better than what had once been the family dynamic. With touches of the napkin to your mouth to wipe away remnants of what might have been left behind, they both asked about what plans you had today; who you would be seeing, where, how many hours you would be gone, things of that nature. Your already improvised answers were enough for them as they nodded in approval, other words were exchanged until you finished your plate and excused yourself.

In the HQ cafeteria, they were already there, all the seats were taken so they stood around waiting for you to arrive, each with their respective outfits plus backpacks or bags containing a change of clothes. Meanwhile, Miles made sure they brought with them anything he considered important "Keys?" he pointed to Pavitr who affirmed, then to Hobie who just slumped his shoulders and muttered "Yeah" with this he pointed to Gwen who confirmed she had her keys and a copy of Hobie's. Although the boy wouldn't admit it because he wasn't aware of it, in this area he was similar to Rio and Jeff. Now calmer he proceeded with his mental list but Gwen interrupted him "Miles, it's okay we don't need that much stuff" Pavitr continued "It's the dimension of (__) after all" he tapped the other's shoulder. With the mask on, his lenses widened for a second in reaction to them not taking it as seriously as he did, in his own experience going to their dimensions there was always something unexpected going on. He crossed his arms and flexed one hand, "Sorry for being cautious", "Don't apologize, mom" Hobie replied waving his hand which annoyed Miles slightly.

He sighed and removed the mask that wrapped around his head to be next to the boys, "Say what you want, you'll be thanking me later", he smiled to himself, "Whatever you say" Gwen rolled her eyes. Part of this unfolded with you as a spectator until you decided to intervene, "I hope I wasn't too late to be early" you got close enough to be heard. They turned in your direction and Hobie didn't waste a moment to approach you, placing his hands on your waist, with a smile he greeted you and their lips met with the same sweetness of many other occasions, with one of your hands on his jaw, "Hello to you too (__)" Pavitr approached shaking his hand "And don't worry, it's not like we were 30 minutes early" the pair right behind him. At this you separated from the boy to greet the others by clapping your palms together, your eyes fell on the backpacks "What do you have there?" as you asked this question all eyes pointed to Miles who just clarified; it was all they needed.

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows "Okay" your wrist was raised close to you to see well what you were typing "Then I won't make you wait any longer" the portal then appeared a few meters away from you, Hobie went first, Gwen second, you third until the only ones still there were Pavitr and Miles "Let's go, mom" Pavitr tried not to let his amused tone be heard too much and entered the portal to close as Miles entered too.

Earth 831

The roof of a building, for the moment, was the ground on which they stand, as they pass and reach the dimension Morales' eyes widen at the visuals of what surrounds him as does its melodic singing. With a turn, he feels his eyes open even wider as he witnesses such an ethereal panorama, as his mind can put into words.

The canals surround the city and cross through it to carry its vitality everywhere, they intertwine with the plants and buildings so much that everything seems to be in motion thanks to the delicate curves that facilitate the passage of the crystalline water that reflects everything as a mirror and adds its bluish tone to the infrastructure with its waves, thus a duality is created; the movement and the static. Homes, workplaces, schools; everything blends and stands out in its own way.

"Wow" sighs the spider with admiring eyes, a genuine smile at his amazement forms on your lips with a feeling of appreciation but also amusement at the reaction, "Let's give Miles a moment before he passes out or worse" you tease. Miles rolls his eyes with a slight snort and a smile similar to yours, he raises his hands in defense at the comment before responding matching your tone "Haha, I feel the pressure drop and my heartbeat is already nil" he rubs his hands together and sparks escape from them "I hope you know CPR".

The others smile, Gwen shakes her head reproachfully even if the smile gives her away while Pavitr nods at the speed of his counterattack. Hobie just grimaces with the smile still present "Not bad" you nod as well and your arms flex so that it's possible to put your hands on your hips "Well… What do you want to do? I have something in mind but I'm willing to listen to opinions" everyone gathers to form a circle, think for a moment and give their ideas to do in the rest of the day to discuss and choose by majority vote.

So, they shed their suits for civilian clothes, descended from the building and set out to make the most of the time. The sky was inked with soft fire with its palliated sun glints reflecting off the stream and resting on whatever they could reach, again on a rooftop, the group resting after having had a busy day.

Their chests expand and contract with ease, some with their eyes open to look above them and those that remain with their eyelids covering them. Pavitr moves his field of vision so he can see you as far as his position allows him to do so "what did you have in mind after all? Sure, if we didn't already do it" at this you arch your eyebrow somewhat confused at his question until it comes to your mind what you mentioned hours ago, a grimace on your face "Do you really remember that?" when you see him, he mutters in affirmation "I have a good memory" he rotates so that his forehead rests on the ceiling, Gwen intervenes in the conversation "You don't" he pushes the boy slightly "Yes I do" he replies back with mock annoyance.

"Only when you want" Hobie also speaks, hand on his chest and the other under his head with a nonchalant countenance, Pavitr snorts, "You're against me?" he tilts his head and leans down so his face meets the other's "It was a compliment" he puts his hand against the boy's face and pushes it which makes Pavitr snort "Sure, pick on the younger spidey" you all grunt and snort with complaints until you mimic Pavitr's position "Well… it's nothing we did, it's good timing anyway" you squat down to propel your legs and stand "Get up" at this another round of complaints passes.

Seeing that the others don't even make an attempt you roll your eyes "Really?" you scratch your head for a second "So be it" as fast as you can you touch Miles "Tag, you're it" and run out to jump "Loser buys the food" and with that you throw a web, suit already on in the time lapse of the jump. The others are surprised but waste no time in darting off in all directions, Miles just sighs and rubs his eyelids but a feeling of competitiveness comes over him, he wouldn't spend a penny today.

Like a swing you move through the city without looking back but your senses alert in case you need to, after another spider web you stick to a building and breathe for a few minutes. This doesn't last too long when some steps warn you of the presence of someone and you turn around, hand ready to throw webs "Hey, hey, I'm a friend not foe" Hobie tries to approach you but you squint your eyes showing you don't trust him "I would have done something by now, wouldn't I?" you slowly lower your hand and turn around to see if there is no danger nearby "Did anyone follow you?" he denies with words and movements, he walks to your side and his hand grabs yours pulling it to kiss it with affection "I'm too stealthy, I sneak away from capitalism to do whatever I want" your head rises as well as your eyebrows "Ah, cool" you pretend indifference although inside you have always found it funny and even interesting how out of nowhere he can make comments like that.

This one smiles and with his hip gives you a shove with which you stagger. Without being able to do anything, a spider web lands on the wall of the building that makes you turn to see who is responsible for this, Miles lands on the same wall and without waste, he uses his muscles to touch one of you. With a somersault you evade him and so begins a three-way waltz thanks to the game.

"Come on guys"Miles laughs, unable to hide the frustration of not having touched either of you to escape the probable responsibility, he continues in this way but in an unexpected turn of events Mile touches Hobie, there is no time to think, now you and Miles must get as far away as possible knowing that he will come after you if Gwen or Pavitr are not on the radar. With the webs you fling yourself and pray they won't come after you, but you remember the rules and it's clear he'll come after you because he already is.

An irregular route is attempted to disappear from your gaze and it is decided, back and forth, left or right until you turn and it is gone, well, for now you turn a corner with a new web when another one intertwines with yours and you meet Hobie once again, as the twisted chains of a swing are encircled with twists and turns. A short moment where you can see each other's eyes through the contact lenses, where your costumes undergo color changes by the light and everything stops as photography, you only exist for and in this precise instant. Until their bodies begin to approach attracted by a centripetal force.

But this doesn't stop the Spider from tapping you on the shoulder with a 'Tag, you're it' to break free from the web and escape into another one. With your head down you curse and recover, clearly this will not stay like this. You jump from one building to another, looking for the others with a hawk's eye and as if the universe orchestrated it; Miles, Pavitr and Gwen appeared in the field. Going in their direction you make a decision on who to go to, Gwen, but apparently the thing would not be so simple because when you are less than 30 centimeters away from her something sticks to you and prevents you from moving forward.

And this same thing pulls you in its direction, when your eyes fall with the person in charge you shout "Cheater!" Hobie doesn't say anything and only continues with the back and forth without preventing you from any action, a snort leaves your nose and you get ready to continue. In such a way things develop like this; everyone dodging and evading the one who brings them, Hobie from time to time pulling the others either to save them or to have his henchman moment by 'helping' the other, cobwebs everywhere, accusations, provocations, there is nothing you don't try.

Finally, hours later, everyone comes to an agreement to finish without a loser.

"Your money isn't worth here anyway" You mention as they all walk away, "The one I saved myself from" you shake your head trying not to burst out laughing at their faces of realization, it's true, their money won't work in another universe. "Cheater" they talk at the same time and mess with your hair "Hey!Hey!" you shove their hands away "It's not my fault you didn't remember, the only one I should apologize to is Miles" You continue walking until you reach the store, you let them in before following them. Ready to order they spend the afternoon talking.

The key secures the lock and with a check you separate yourself from the door, walk to the living room and greet your parents for the second time that day, also with the purpose of notifying them of your upcoming rest. Climbing step after step you try to keep a pace that is taken as calm, the door opens and having a guest inside the room you are saved, however, such a visit does not last as long as usual, the curtains are inflated to shelter anything that could succumb to the force of the wind and lonely longing for the presence they serve.

You walk carelessly in the confines of the vast lake with your partner's company, the noise of the city becomes mere muffled whispers and the thin light is more than enough to see where you step. Hobie moves his gaze at times to see you or settles for your figure in his peripheral view, but he doesn't stop moving forward, thus going unnoticed as he pulls something out of his pocket "(__)" catches your attention and seeing you stop does the same until you are even, his hand covers the object but not by much.

Your eyes fall to his hand which like a cocoon he opens to reveal a sweet gift; an arachnid shaped pendant made of what appears to be gemstone with aquamarine tones and whitish sparkles. Copper legs with pearly decorations that mimic the fur that some of these animals have, a few cracks visible in all this, likewise, protruding from the mouth of the spider hangs porcelain spider web.

"I tried to glue it on as best I could" he confesses in that voice of nights of effort, "But clearly it won't go back to the original thing" with a sensitive touch you pick up the earring to examine it closely and those breaks only add to the delicate effect. Without a second thought you dangle it from your ear and smile, shaking your head so he can see your profile, your hand curved in your ear, "So?", "it looks spectacular" he runs a finger down your cheek and swings the chandelier with it. You get caught up in the moment, mischievously grab each other and pull until you're holding on with just one hand.

Faced with spontaneity, you let yourselves be carried away by a dance at the same point of the lake. Repelling each other for an instant you shoot a spider web that catches on one of the trees on the other side to cling to a closer one, so a rope hangs over the body of water and you climb it with a few acrobatics until you are in the middle. Hobie doesn't lag behind and throws his own perpendicularly, climbing more aggressively and safely with an exchange of smiles they weave and with calculated jumps begin to knit, each perceived vibration causing the material to flash, linking one to the other or directing so that a pattern builds.

With a leap Hobie grabs you to continue the dance as they put the finishing touches on the fine lace and unhurriedly roll around the net. With the work completed, you center yourselves to lie down and snuggle against your figures, a few minutes pass with the comfortable silence where the calm invites you to fall into surrender. The boy's embrace as an addition. "You fooled us all" he tries to sound incriminating but his voice comes out completely amused and you decide to play along "I have my methods" you put on an overbearing attitude and look at your nails "Mmm, it shows" he rests his cheek on the palm of your hand and with the other hand he pokes your rib "You better not become a dictator or similar because I will crush your head" now he opens his hand and grabs your face shaking it, you both laugh and roll your eyes.

He leans down and crosses his legs "Why tag?" squint your shoulders and tilt your head "Why not?" Hobie is slow to show his reaction but just laughs sarcastically "Sure" he leans down even more until your foreheads touch and they fall back into silence, treasuring this day without thinking about the future even for a single second even. And it feels as if the web is wrapping and caressing them to protect them from any suffering, past or yet to pass so that hope and love will prevail, a second, an instant, so ephemeral and so infinite.

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So... After some time of thinking I decided to give me and this blog a 'rest', I started writing and uploading my work here because I felt the need and inspiration to, for more than 2 years I have been doing so, one account deleted and a renamed one. I honestly don't want to burn out and completely abandon something that has given me a lot of joy and comfort but neither I want to publish something out of pressure, this being the writing itself and the translation. As a student of that field I don't want to rely on online translations to do most of the work for me, I honestly want to do it by myself so it can be enjoyed as if it was my original language, with its mistakes and all. I'll still work on the one-shots left and the chapters of the fanfic but they will not be published until I finish my bachelors and make sure I'm happy with what I created of my own (The principal ideas of story of the fanfic nor the one-shots will be affected by the pass of time). Even if it takes me more than 3 years I'll make sure to not leave this blog behind! So, if you see this from the feature... I hope I stick to my words, lol.

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A lot of pressure

Casey Gardner x Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 1,417

Summary: Casey goes to your house and she notices the unusual machine in your living room, so you teach her to use it. And maybe tease her a little.

Written Curse: Use of Y/N! Second person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!--It's been a while since I saw Atypical so I hope this is not ooc o_0 See ya Darlings!

For a long time Casey had suggested going to your house or having you go to hers, but no matter how much you talked about it, there never seemed to be time or availability to plan it. In the physics class, the only one in which both were together, she returned to the subject, sitting next to you, taking advantage of the time you both had to solve some exercises.

"Hey, Y/N" she said on the air, without taking your eyes off the notebook you responded with a small sound to make it known that you were listening to her "When will I go to your house?" she said so sure that it was difficult for you not to arch your eyebrows.

"I did not know that you were invited" at this moment it was when you moved your eyes to Casey who with an unrepressed smile leaned to your direction. Grabbing a pencil, she made as if she had just been stabbed --what kind of betrayal did you just give me, oh my dearest Y/N? How could you?".

You removed the pencil and following her game you moved the pencil, seeing it delicately "What betrayal have I committed if the ignorance of my being denies me the right to greater knowledge than I, oh dear, beloved and gracefully lady Casey?".

"Okay, that was cheesy" she admitted and went back to her previous position "Yeah, that was cringe" you thought. "But I’m serious, since it seems like you going to mine is like asking for a miracle". For a few minutes, both of you focused on your work until she was done "So?", "What?" she turned her eyes with her limbs loose "About your house" without answering the question you stood up and went to the teacher to check that the exercises were well solved, seconds later you saw how your girlfriend did the same, already sitting and passing between the sheets of the notebook you thought for a while until you had her back at your side.

"How about Friday at 4:00? I will make sure the food is to your liking, your highness" you bowed over exaggerating a reverence, which Casey replied "I would expect no less from you" , "Can we know what the reason for your game is, ladies?" The teacher interrupted while he stopped to write, the others watching you but none spoke, without saying anything else the man turned his attention to the whiteboard and the students to their individual activities "At 4:00 then" whispered and you agreed, after that the class continued without anything else to mention.

Casey watched as much as she could from the living room, it was really pretty, very different from hers, there were many decorations but not too many to saturate the view or look bad and they matched very well with the color of the walls and furniture, as she moved her eyes she noticed the machine that was in the opposite corner of the door "What's that?".

Putting the things of both in place you asked what she meant, she pointed it and turning in the direction you saw towards the corner "Ah, it’s my sewing machine, well, not mine but I’m the one who uses it the most" she walks until she gets there and be in front of, examining it "it’s not like others I’ve seen" and with things in the right place you accompanied her while she kept looking at the machine --not since it’s industrial, do you want to use it?--The question was very sudden for Casey, who was slow to give you an answer but very excited "Of course" a smile formed on your lips because of her attitude.

Your mother called you to sit down and eat so that would have to wait, "What will we eat?", "Lasagna" on your way to the table after washing your hands you kept talking "I think it’s an excellent option" your mother was already sitting and handing out the dishes "the only option" you said "very well, it is better that we eat now" said your mother, you all had a piece of lasagna and another plate with salad and started eating talking about other things.

"And that’s how you thread it" you finished explaining the main thing, sitting in an individual chair and Casey in another "It’s hard to memorize" she admitted, she never really thought it would be complicated but she was wrong "At first but then it’s like walking; easy" settling in better you gave her a few papers with stripes "Since you had never used one it is better to start sewing on sheets" you turned on the machine and made sure that everything was in place "Go pressing the pedal slowly, I don’t want to have your dad here trying to find a finger all over the living room" with a funny and nervous smile she arranged the sheet by lifting the presser foot manually "you can do it with your knee" you reminded her and she did "don’t worry, I learn fast" she moved the knee making the knee brace do it equally and the presser foot rise up, and well placed as she retracted the knee and the presser foot lowered, with parallel hands began to lower the foot, at a certain height the machine began to work giving its stitches at a semi-fast speed, by reflex she stopped "Wow, you didn’t joke that is fast" you deadpanned for a moment but when you saw the line where she had sewn you almost laugh "what’s funny?" , "Nothing, nothing".

Changing the subject you concentrated on reminding her of the pressure with which the pedal should be lowered and the one to let 'the fabric' flow through the crab "Very well, I understand, but this is my first day" she stood up and stretched her arms "then there is no pie" her mouth and eyes opened, standing from the chair you heard "I didn’t know you were that kind of person" going into the kitchen and filling a glass with water you returned to where Casey was "Well, the contract says so" both sat at the same time "Damn those little letters" she sighed "I guess I won't be paid for long" you delicately placed your head on Casey's shoulder "Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss" she put her head on yours, "That's very sweet of you".

"Well, let’s go on" you restored your posture, grabbed more leaves, and made various shapes meanwhile Casey finished up withthe straight lines. When finished, she gave them to you to do a 'quality check' , "they are quite good to be your first pages" leaving them aside you gave her the new ones with a small smile, "This is taking advantage" she take them by flipping through them "How am I supposed to make a spiral?--.

You raised your shoulders but you didn’t respond, she sighed again but heavier, with a movement of your arm against hers you asked "Do you want pie?", " Of course" she said without much trouble "Then end a spiral and you will have your pie", "You're evil" she connected your foreheads seeing eachother, "But you love me" you whispered as if it were a secret to everyone except you, "Yes, I love you" slowly she closed the space between you, joining your lips, enjoying the moment. But Casey who was still with a foot on the pedal pressed it and the machine started, getting you both scared, you cleared your throat "I should go for the pie" you stood back going to the kitchen to look for the food "Ok".

For several hours Casey continued practicing, from time to time you taking turns to teach her more visually, at 7:00 you said goodbye at the main entrance. "Thank you for everything" you spoke first, the somewhat cold weather that made little clouds when talking "it’s me who should thank you Y/N, the next one will be in my house" her eyes fixed on yours seemed so full of adoration that if you asked her to stop calling Casey she would do her best to fulfill your wish "Maybe I can teach you something" she continued "like what?" she stretched her arms and surrounded you with them and as before she leaned down until kissing you again, taking her time, your hands squeezing her arms and accepting it, until she pulled away "whatever you want".

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Hi again stranger! Thanks for entering this cursed blog from an 19-year-old who decided to make fanfiction and upload their writings here in the middle of nowhere! I hope you like what you read and I'm sorry if there are any typos(?) or anything, I'm not an English native speaker so please let me know to correct them! Feel free to interact, that won't stick one of my curses to you, I swear... Please be nice I won't allow any hate, I came to write for fun.

What i'm going to write for? Here's some of my fandoms!

-Demon slayer

-Avatar-Avatar: The way of water

-Arcane

-Avatar: The last airbender

--AND MORE UNTIL THE END OF MY LIFE (Or if school needs me to)

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Publications aren't going to be regular, it would depend a lot on my time and inspiration-- Really, I can take a lot to post anything at all 0_o

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Remember the scene of Hobie with the a.m? Squidward is Miguel

That's all for today

Stanford Filbrick Pines

Palabras: 4,338

Extracto: Él era tan pequeño a su lado, podía caber en la palma de su bidimensional mano y pelar capa milimétrica por capa milimétrica para hacer lo que le diera la gana con la materia prima y los residuos. Goce previo en este momento repulsión por lo sentido.

Maldición escrita: Vi a alguien que pedía esto en Tiktok y lo hice. Descripciones de locura y más locura, comportamiento suicida, manipulación, paranoia, tipo de trauma religioso, representaciones explicitas de autolesión (pensamientos y acciones) y tal vez temas más delicados, ten esto en cuenta, MDNI. Esto es básicamente mi testamento en donde confieso que necesito terapia, me la pasé busque que busque sinónimos para esto. See ya darlings!

Translated version-English

Caminaba entre nieblas de un limbo penumbroso… si es que hace sentido dicha descripción tan vaga, ponía mi atención a cada paso que daba pero no lo sentía, casi como si de un sueño se tratase hasta que esta fue redireccionada, algo se escuchó a lo lejos y me pregunté qué podría ser. Cargaba consigo un aire siniestro, tintes perversos que goteaban de manera flemática, lo prohibido,la tentación, el pecado que tal como su pasaje sedujo a acercarme, así, poco a poco no sólo era un cántico insólito sino también un olor particular, una sensación que erizaba la piel pero como todo aquí estaba lejos de comprender. 

El tiempo se distorsionó y mi mente cayó en una espiral de la que ni siquiera sabía que había entrado hasta que al verme en un reflejo lúgubre una realización develó, era yo. 

Ese olor, ese sonido, todo… no era más que mi propio cuerpo, aquel recipiente vacío y a su vez putrefacto que anda sin rumbo a la espera de un final pero incluso si sucumbiera ante las garras de la mortalidad, sé que mi cadáver no sería más que veneno para esta tierra que ahora maldice mi existencia. Suplico misericordia aún si no soy merecedor y cómo hereje recibo cruel castigo que acecha en lo más profundo de mi ser, lo que desde un inicio me carcome, lo que me llevó a este estado. 

Un simple acto como el desliz de unas cortinas se sentía tan traicionero, le estaba dando la espalda y dejándolo a la deriva. Se lo merece, después de todo lo que hizo era absurdo que pensara que recibiría alguna defensa de su parte. Colocó el recordatorio de la herida recién hecha en la basura y trató de conciliar el sueño pero en ningún momento pestañeó, los minutos pasaban ignorantes a su situación y emociones tan abrumadoras que parecían burlarse sin decoro. Había encontrado una motivación que se esfumó a la misma velocidad con la que llegó, tenía que hallar otra meta, un propósito, algo que le diera lo que siempre ha añorado. 

Los días transcurrieron sin algo recalcable, una rutina ciega y cansada entre pasillos, salones y su dormitorio con el cambio irregular de ir a la biblioteca o las charlas con su compañero de cuarto, con quien compartía ciertas aficiones. Se trataba de convencer que lo disfrutaba que a pesar de ser un resultado no esperado podía sacarle provecho y demostrarse a sí mismo que los demás estaban equivocados, que él era mejor. 

Al tomar la decisión de vivir en Gravity Falls fue cómo si esa pequeña llama luchara por seguir incandescente y quisiera hacerse más grande. Podría tomarse como una huída de su hogar de cierta forma, kilómetros y kilómetros de distancia entre sus padres lo cuál no hace mucha diferencia de lo que era en Backupsmore. 

Todo era distinto, una nueva vida a la cuál no dejaría que nada ni nadie la estropeara. Y así fue por bastante tiempo, no había día o noche en la que no encontrara alguna cosa fascinante, una distracción y un alivio temporal a sus pensamientos que más le abatían pero luego, tal rosa, se empezó a marchitar y los pétalos cayeron. Dejando de nuevo un apetito voraz.

¿Y qué pasó cuándo la serpiente se le acercó? Cayó en el engaño. Tan desesperado por una pizca de reconocimiento, la aceptación… ¿Y qué persona podría resistirse ante un ser más grande que su propia existencia? Era todo un honor ser el predilecto de tan excelsa presencia, un ser poderoso que sí respondía a sus ruegos, a sus dudas, donde creía caminar en el mismo piso que este y no por debajo como por tantos años fue con los de su especie, por fin era un igual.

Un caída en picada hacia la veneración.

La noche era más pálida que la propia luna, sus emanaciones se trabucaban al pasar por los vitrales con motivos que con mi propia voluntad repartí por toda mi morada. Inmerso en mis inscripciones Bill merodeaba en el mismo espacio y cututeaba de cosas a las que no les prestaba suficiente cuidado ya acostumbrado a sus acciones. Al terminar mi último trazo coloqué la pluma a un lado y cerré el frasco de tinta para dejar reposar y por lo tanto secar el contenido de la página.

"Oye, Seis dedos" giré mi cabeza y lo primero con que se encontraron mis ojos fue con el triángulo reflejando mi apariencia, arqueé la ceja hasta que prosiguió "Apuesto que no esperabas encontrarte con alguien tan guapo, ¿Cierto?" río para volver a su color, chasqueó los dedos y me apuntó "¿Entendiste mi juego de palabras?", "Claro que lo entendí, es algo bastante simple para no hacerlo" ajusté mis lentes antes de cerrar mi diario , levantarme de la silla y caminar para dejarlo en el estante junto a los otros libros de mi colección.

"Te demeritas mucho, ¿No crees? Date un poco de crédito" giró sobre sí mientras avanzaba conmigo "Me doy crédito, sé cuando las cosas son fáciles, Bill" volteé mis ojos y salí del cuarto, en las escaleras estaba atrás de mi "Eso es porque eres muy inteligente y perceptivo, no cualquiera lo hubiera entendido la primera vez o la segunda" ante estás palabras sonreí pero no por mucho ya que el día me había agotado bastante para utilizar mis músculos. La cabaña tan solitaria como el día que se terminó de construir, por una parte era tranquilizador no tener que lidiar con esos ruidos resultado de hábitos molestos de otras personas pero por el otro lado se llegaba a sentir de más la soledad… por lo menos tenía a Bill a mi lado, aún si llegaba a desesperar pero muy rara vez. Tal vez debería realizar una estadística sobre eso.

"Es mejor así como estás si me lo preguntas" volví a escuchar su voz pero esta vez no le miré, bajaba escalón por escalón hasta por fin llegar a la planta baja "¿De qué hablas?" realmente no tenía idea, "Nadie te merece, Ford" aquella confesión me intrigó ahora en la cocina dónde no prendí el foco y sólo abrí uno de los cajones de la alacena por un vaso "En serio, digo, sólo mírate seis dedos; atractivo, inteligente, gracioso, organizado. Eres muy bueno para los demás" se puso en mi campo de visión y cruzó los brazos "Y dudo mucho que te conformarías con eso de todas formas".

Las circunstancias que llevaron a tan fatal encuentro…

Cerré mis labios y me quedé callado, sus palabras como gasolina para que pensamientos y especulaciones se anidaran en mi cabeza "Eso nunca lo sabremos, son acontecimientos contrafácticos y situaciones hipotéticas"tomé del vaso que previamente llené de agua "Además, suena como si fuera un narcis…", "Oye, oye, para tu carro amigo" Bill empujaba y jalaba sus brazos en el espacio entre él y yo "No lo digo con esas implicaciones, eres muy humilde Stanford" movió su cuerpo de tal manera que daba la impresión de sacudir la cabeza, alzó los brazos "Todo lo que estás haciendo beneficiará a la humanidad, para mi eso es no ser un egoísta, todo lo contrario" se acercó y colocó su codo en mi hombro derecho.

"A lo que me refiero es que estás mejor así" con la mano abierta del otro brazo me señaló moviendo de arriba a abajo está para enfatizar su punto "Eres más feliz de lo que pudiste ser de no haber sido así" yo seguía con los ojos puestos en él sin hablar "Te lo enseñaré" se alejó un poco para extender su brazo "Confías en mí, ¿Cierto?". Me era algo extraño que Bill solía preguntar acerca de mi confianza hacia él con la frecuencia en que lo hacía, pero siempre supuse que al ser alguien con sus poderes era normal, después de todo era lógico que al darme conocimiento y su amistad necesitara saber que yo no haría mal uso de su generosidad.

"Por supuesto que lo hago" tomé de su mano, su ojo se curvó "Siempre puedes confiar en mí, Sixer".

La cabaña se empezó a desmoronar y con brusquedad el entorno se modificó a una construcción impecable que no reconocía, al menos no al instante, las risas y platicas llenaron mis oídos mientras que mis ojos se aventuraban a acostumbrarse a los adentros, el sonido de unas puertas abiertas me hizo rolar ligeramente dónde vi algo que me estrujó el corazón, al frente de butacas y más butacas ahí estaba yo, caminando en el escenario con una toga, recibía mi título y era claro. Me estaba graduando de West Coast Institute of Technology.

Era algo irreal verme en esta situación, el ver como mi rostro reflejaba verdadero entusiasmo y felicidad al lograr uno de mis tantos sueños que tuve en la adolescencia. Mis padres estaban ahí, Stanley estaba ahí y su rostro era una mezcla de orgullo y alegría por mi; decepción, soledad y duda en esos pequeños detalles. Continuaba con una celebración familiar hasta que la escena cambiaba por segunda vez donde ahora trabajaba de inventor en una especie de empresa, sabía que el tiempo avanzaba gracias al calendario ficticio, lo que en un inicio llenaba de motivación al Stanford en frente de mí ahora le producía desdicha al ser limitado por su contrato, ya no tenía tiempo de sus propios proyectos o la familia con la que mantuvo contacto.

Y cambió todo de nuevo, me hallaba en Backupsmore y otra posibilidad se desenvolvió, conocía a alguien y desarrollabamos sentimientos el uno por el otro para luego, ¿Casarnos? Eso sería una pérdida de tiempo a mis investigaciones y más siendo que observaba como ambos nos establecemos en Gravity Falls para luego iniciar una pequeña familia, con similar resultado gradualmente caía en lo mismo: desdicha, pena, recelo ante la insatisfacción de la vida que llevaba. Me separaba de quien era mi cónyuge para intentar tener algo de serenidad pero nada, con constancia me veía a mi otro yo sumergido en los recuerdos y los tormentos de su decisión, de la intensidad de aquellas discusiones; sobre lo que se dijo o no.

Al voltear a otro lado mis ojos se abrieron al encontrarme frente a la misma persona, esta hablaba o más bien vociferaba, me había tomado un momento procesar aquel cambio para que sus palabras hicieran sentido. "¿¡Quién va a querer estar con alguien como tú, Stanford!?" su semblante fue como una cachetada que ardió incluso antes de posarse con agravio en mi cara pero no pude musitar tan impactado por el constante recibimiento de información "¡Eres un maldito egoísta!" me apuntaba con acusación mientras proseguía con su alegato. 

Cada sílaba sólo servía para afilar la estaca y al final cuando se clavó en mi corazón miré hacia abajo, al parecer nunca podría escapar de mí. De algo que yo nunca pedí. Entonces supe que mis adentros cuestionaban y mortificaban. El amor es un concepto tan complicado para una mente como yo, he presenciado finitas formas de demostrarlo y parece que no puedo entenderlo por completo, desde mi niñez hasta ahora, sigo pensando que no son más que frivolidades que todo el mundo pretende saber y manejar para luego juzgar a quienes intentan llegar a ella con simpleza.

En muchas ocasiones había sido testigo de sus demostraciones de mi padre hacía Stanley y mucho más consciente cuando eran para mí. Tantas veces escuché las expectativas, sus decepciones o simplemente sus pensamientos sobre nosotros y cada vez yo sentía la necesidad de aliviarlo pero sin dejar de lado a mi hermano, quería ser yo el que fuera lo suficientemente merecedor para que me dejara entrar en su vulnerabilidad y hacerle saber que tal como él me amaba yo lo amaba a él. Sus palabras hirientes… sí dolían, me hacían sentir insuficiente y tenían el mismo efecto en mi hermano pero… supongo que era su manera de demostrar que éramos importantes, que sabía que podíamos ser aún más amables.

Fue así como esta persona desvaneció y ventanas me rodearon para mostrar cientos de otras situaciones, no importaba cuán diferente fueran todas terminaban en desilusión "¿Ves a lo que me refiero?" Bill por fin decidió hacer su presencia de nuevo y con actitud irritada se mantuvo frente a mis ojos sin que las ventanas dejaran de girar a nuestro alrededor "Ellos no te apreciarían, seis dedos. Ellos son los egoístas, los fatuos que no podrían aguantar a alguien tan genuino com tú" con sus manos agrandó una de las ventanas que permanece inmovil para dejar ver la imagen "Incluso antes de mudarte aquí" apareció mi madre, luego mi padre, Stanley y otras personas con las que una vez crucé caminos "Ellos te hacen daño pero esperan que des todo por ellos sin chistar" suspiró "Y es por eso que esto es mejor para ti".

"Me tienes a tu lado, yo he visto lo que los otros no" ahora mudamos al espacio de siempre y me hizo sentar, una taza de té a la mano "Y me siento muy afortunado de que fueras tú quien me llamó y no un científico de pacotilla o algo por el estilo" volteó los ojos y yo solo reí, ajusté mis lentes con pequeño empuje de mi dedo índice y sorbí del líquido "Soy yo el afortunado, Clave. No es una ocurrencia diaria que un ser tan intrigante y sabio decida responder a tu llamado" pensé que la conversación iría a una más amena de inmediato pero Bill sólo me miró "Eres muy importante para mi, Sixer" yo no supe qué hacer o decir por la seriedad con la que lo decía "Te necesito… me encantaría poder estar en tu dimensión para pasar más tiempo contigo, ¿Sabes?" me erguí para poder por fin decir algo hasta que sus risas fueron lo siguiente "Quiero decir, a este punto eres como mi familia y eso es lo que todas esas cursilerías hacen" yo sonreí y asentí divertido a su elección de palabras "¿Tú también me necesitas como yo te necesito, seis dedos?".

"Yo te necesito, Bill".

Años después, parado en la proa con la vista en el extenso mar meditaba aprovechando que el otro Pines descansaba. Las ondas combinadas con sus reflejos inducían a un estado apacible pero persistía una oquedad distinta a las otras. El movimiento le recordaba a pensamientos y debates internos en su peor momento, donde se dejó arrastrar hasta la oscuridad y sufrir en ella.

Si se lanzaba era probable que encontrara el instinto de vivir, apenas si era visible debido a las estrellas que se veían a ellas mismas quietas, la madera bajo sus pies no crujía o parecía reconocerlo, un fantasma en pena que divaga en la gélida noche. Dio un paso más cerca del borde pero no se despojó de nada, el peso serviría. Pero con la mitad de sus pies suspendidos y la otra mitad todavía en el muelle se quedó así. ¿Cuánto tiempo pasó hasta que siquiera su corazón palpitó? Cuando recobró la conciencia se encontraba en su cama sin camiseta o alguna prenda para su torso, unas meras calcetas empapadas la única tela en su cuerpo que no fueran las cobijas que mantenían una temperatura aceptable.

A la mañana siguiente salió de la cabaña y caminó para adentrarse inconscientemente en el bosque, algunas criaturas que ya había estudiado se asomaban con timidez al ver la figura afligida del hombre, que actuaba con la naturaleza de un imán, llegó a una zona dónde los árboles contenían líneas peculiares que no dejaban de seguirle. Murmullos empezaron a saludar y decir insensateces, al tratar de ignorarlo cayó en cuenta del lugar en el que se paraba y se paralizó. Miles de ojos se clisaban en él sin parpadear, no contaban con un iris por lo que lo negro de la pupila lo hacía más tetrico y cómo si le leyeran los pensamientos, los mismos empezaron a manifestarse a lo largo de él hasta que no era más que un cumulo de estos órganos.

Había llegado a considerar sacarse los ojos, el simple hecho de recordar que contaba con esos orbes ocasionaban en su cuerpo las reacciones más desagradables, el rechazo inmediato a objeto parecido de manera metafórica o literal, en cualquier formato de información, al igual que la otra figura geométrica. Lo que antes era un paraíso en su vivienda ahora se comportaba como un infierno. Sus nudillos seguían en proceso de recuperación limitado pero su mente era un augurio incierto. 

O veía sus muñecas que con palidez denotaban algo que había llegado a odiar y pensaba, que tal vez, con la ayuda de algunos instrumentos podía llegar a quitar esas cuerdas de todo su cuerpo, no importa el tiempo o cuán doloroso si significaba que Bill no sería capaz de usarlo nunca más. Qué importaba, si ya era ajeno a cualquier humanidad. Y lo intentó. Su manía por las cosas punzocortantes no era acomedida, si había la posibilidad de estar, estaba, sino; lo hacía a la fuerza. Como aquella vez, una de las tantas veces.

Era un momento como el otro, deambulaba por el bosque, ahora el ardor se flameaba entre las distancias de una flora a otra, la aberrante calma. Su cuerpo se mecía gracias a que los pies hinchados trataban de no sentir su condición además de apulismarse hasta que ya no pudo más y se sentó contra un árbol, se retiró los lentes para frotarse los párpados ya con la impresión de no estar lúcido. Al entreabrirlos asestó que el árbol que se empinaba hasta los cielos ya no lo era, un bloque astillado en su lugar rodeado de otras espinas como repuesto. Se arrodilló antes de ponerse en sus pies y caminar hasta que las puntas de sus zapatos tocaban las raíces liosas y volvió a ponerse de rodillas, sus manos posaron en el filo de este círculo, ¿Cómo es que podía ver con tal detalle si es que seguía sin los lentes puestos?

No había cabida para esa pregunta porque se encorvó y trajo su cara cerca… más cerca…aún más cerca. Repelía por instinto su rostro pero la palabra está ahí, instinto. Alusión macabra cuando el fino tejido no aguantó por mucho y se derramó en la madera hasta que por su anatomía impedía la ruptura, se apartó con complicada moción ya que algunas trataban de seguir en él  y en una distancia ligeramente considerable. Vapuleó. Y el chasqueo no tardó. Paralizado rezumó con más corriente, las espinas se apropiaron de lo demás hasta engullir el último pedazo. 

Abrió los ojos con apuro y refugió su cabeza para comprobar que seguía todo junto para salir de ahí sin espera. Fue solo un sueño.

Pocas interacciones con otras personas empeoraban sus delirios, unos desconocidos mañosos, tontos, faltos de criterio, narcisistas, roñosos… estaba 100% de que apestaban a Clave. Pero no haría evidente aquel ‘conocimiento’, con las manos y codos en la mesa daba la espalda a comensales y trabajadores, sabía que le observaban con esa maldita sonrisa y esos ojos del demonio. Repugnancia al que le tocó el hombro, su izquierda aprisionó la muñeca externa pero lo que vio fue miedo en pupilas normales y un cortocircuito ocurrió dentro de su lógica, el semblante se rugó cuando la mujer empezó a carcajear.

Le consecuentó otra mujer a unas mesas delante, para que como infección todas las caras alargaran. Sin control la suya imitó, el sudor plasmaba el pavor que la experiencia le daba, su derecha enganchó la mitad del rostro. Sus nervios se habían trabado al igual que sus cuerdas vocales con la misma calidad sonora que un fonógrafo. En las ventanas, palmas se azotaban contra esta superficie, sus ojos se movían raudos y en dirección contraria al complemento de su par "Todavía tengo mis ojos sobre ti, Stanford" hablaron al unísono "¡Qué mal que tú no tendrás ninguno!" y unas de las extremidades que golpeaban las ventanas las traspasaron y se abalanzaron contra él, con específico énfasis en estos. Se agachó y jaló de la mujer para poder salir del establecimiento.

¿Fue buena idea haber envíado esa postal? Lo hacía un blanco más fácil, no sabía lo que el supuesto secuaz de Bill podía hacer con tal de dar con él pero si estaba debajo de sus órdenes era sentido común que este ya supiera de su localización. No había manera de saber qué tácticas sería capaz de usar. Incluso podría ya estar en su casa y él no lo sabría.

Él era tan pequeño a su lado, podía caber en la palma de su bidimensional mano y pelar capa milimétrica por capa milimétrica para hacer lo que le diera la gana con la materia prima y los residuos. Goce previo en este momento repulsión por lo sentido. Al girar la manija y que la puerta le diera permiso para entrar todo contenía su esencia, desde los tapetes hasta el dinero que cargaba consigo, casi con el pecho tocando uno de los tapices se arropó e inhaló la intoxicante fragancia, la prensó en sus costillas y empezó a frotar su rostro contra el tejido. Al subir la cabeza ahora se suspendía por sus brazos semi extendidos, miraba el techo y las lágrimas brotaban. Todavía lo necesitaba.

"¡Wow!" Bill giró su bastón mientras seguía viéndome en el espejo "Te queda de lujo, tigre" arqueé las cejas sin dejar de sonreír "¿En serio?"  giré mi cuerpo sin dejar de ver el espejo y ajusté el abrigo "¿Acaso me llamas mentiroso?" produjo sonidos de chasquido y ayudó en acomodar la prenda "Vamos, hombre… prácticamente eres la definición de romántico, Beethoven estaría celoso" esto me dio gracia y repuse mi postura ahora con los dedos ajustando el cuello, tenía que admitir que el traje era bastante refinado y tal como esperaba que un traje de época se sintiera. 

"¿Listo para irnos?" se inclinó y quitó el sombrero que reciproqué con otra inclinación, caminamos hasta llegar al lugar del evento dónde los intelectuales más destacados de todos los tiempos esperaban con cócteles en mano y charlando entre sí. Al entrar tomé una copa y me acerqué a platicar con un grupo pequeño con la compañía de Bill, incluso con la magnitud de la revelación no sentía nervios, es más, estaba seguro de mí y en el fondo no me importaba que opiniones me darían en cuanto la cortina se desprendiera.

Al dar la hora ambos nos pusimos al frente y dimos un discurso, sus chistes no faltaron. Al jalar la cortina y que el portal se pusiera a la vista oí exclamaciones, hubo un silencio hasta que todos empezaron a aplaudir y preguntar su mecanismo mi sonrisa era tan grande que Clave empujó su codo contra mi brazo y sólo nos sonreímos antes de dirigirnos a los demás para responder sus dudas.

Al despertar no esperé para ponerme de pie e ir a trabajar en el portal.

Recuerda cuando su paladar captó el corroído impropio y jaló su labio superior que mostraban su dentadura colorada en el espejo, pasó un dedo para limpiarlos pero no indagó más, convencido de que Bill, al usar su cuerpo se metió en una pelea y que esto era una mezcla de sus fluidos con los de otros. Fueron varias veces que se repitió y que decidió aceptar su explicación. ¿Qué tanto había hecho mientras usaba su cuerpo? Por amor a Dios, las fotografías lo mostraban pero era un pedazo de algo más grande, que cosas tan repulsivas debió de haber sido capaz ese ser.

Durante los 30 años fuera de su dimensión la sed de venganza nunca palideció, al contrario, se volvió más fuerte con cada día que sentía su sangre hervir a cada mención de su nombre. Vivía por eso, tenía qué… para ver el día en que Bill Clave dejara de ser una amenaza para la realidad.

Pero nunca esperó que su derrota se diera en las circunstancias en las que ocurrieron. El ver a su hermano cabizbajo y ahora vacío tal como él solo añadió a sus culpas y aflicciones, ante sus ojos Stanley siempre fue fuerte, decidido y confiado. El otro lado de la moneda.Los días en que toda la familia e incluso Soos o Wendy ayudaban a que Stan recuperara la memoria avanzaban y con eso trataba de recuperar su vida, que ahora sabía que Stanley no le arrebató sino Bill. 

Antes pensaba que debía dar todo para recibir lo mínimo, pero al regresar y obtener perdón… amor… Era difícil aceptarlo al principio pero la noche en que encontró fotografías viejas al igual que videos caseros de su niñez que entre los hermanos volvieron a recordar, algo cambió. 

"No puedo creer que en verdad hicieras eso" se puso la mano en el estómago y rió, Stanley solo cruzó las piernas y los brazos antes de extender los últimos con un intento fallido de parecer molesto ante el comentario "¡Es comedia pura! Un cerebrito como tú no entendería mi desarrollado sentido del humor" aterrizó un golpe en el hombro de su gemelo "Vuelve locas a las nenas", "Oh, no lo dudo, completamente locas" asintió con burla en su manera de hacerlo.

Stan volvió a darle un golpe "Bruto" Ford se sobó antes de devolver el golpe con mayor fuerza, para estar justos "Nerd". Luego de un rato el sueño empezó a llegarles, Ford puso su cabeza en el hombro de su mano mientras las suyas mantenían el tazón en su regazo y al borde de sucumbir a este escuchó "Te quiero, Ford" un largo segundo transcurrió hasta que las palabras salieron de su boca "Yo también te quiero, Stanley". 

La gente podía amarlo por quien era, no por cuan merecedor él podía hacerse de ese cariño.

Seguía con la mirada en el ancho mar recordando los detalles de toda su vida y con esa voz que le decía que aún seguía roto. "¡Ford, los niños nos están llamando!" Stan gritó al otro lado del Stan O’ War II "¡Ahí voy!" así hizo su camino no sin antes detenerse y voltear para volver a ver el mar, con una inhalación del salado aire susurró "No te necesito".

"¡Apúrate, Poindexter o sino te lanzaré por la borda!" el sonido de las gaviotas, empujó sus lentes más arriba y reanudó sus pasos "Hola niños, ¿Cómo están mis sobrinos favoritos?", "¡Tío Ford!"

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Promises

Sanemi Shinzawaga & Male!/Pronouns Reader--- Spoilers of Final Battle Arc

Words: 2,110

Summary: The relationship between (__) and Sanemi could hardly be called that. After the defeat of Muzan Sanemi will try to form a link with (__).

Written Curse: Use of (__)! Third person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- I felt poetic lol-- Guys maybe i won't be able to post for a time thanks to school, but i'll do my best to keep sharing my stories, thanks for all the support! See ya Darlings!

The whispers that the wind created as it collided with the petals at the gloomy dawn never seemed to take shape in the young man’s ears, more focused on his duty and survival than on the messages given to him. Two years had passed since that moment that changed his life so much but time passes fast for a short being, he could not afford to stop and observe details, listen to the least that was not killing. Sanemi Shinazugawa, pillar of the wind, he had taken a pupil, a tsuguko. Despite having been very against it at first, he taught him in a harsh and cruel way, just as the world would be with him if he decided to continue and he did so.

Now; being officially a member of the demon slayer corps, he took missions one after another without any rest.

Today the boy had returned to the estate of his superior, without waiting for him to be in the place he put his katana in the designated place and walked to the open area of the place. As he approached he could hear the fluid movement of a katana and others, when he arrived completely he could observe Sanemi training with great concentration so he did not pay attention to the pupil who simply bowed and greeted. Nothing, not even a look in his direction so he sat down and waited for the session to end. After a few hours Shinazugawa sheathed the katana and walked to the door next to the boy, the boy raised his head to look into the face of the other “Why don’t you train instead of sitting like a useless one for hours?” his voice rumbled all over the place with cold behavior, his gaze concentrated at the end of the corridor, his face somewhat twisted of discomfort causing his scars to be molded according to the tractions and contractions.

He just stared at him before nodding and starting to get up “Of course Shinazugawa-san” on the way to the previous point where the training had been done, both facing their backs, moving his head a little and making his jaw touch his shoulder he said to the pillar “Welcome”. The silence was the only thing that answered him before hearing steps walking away and finally ending up alone in the surroundings with a jester of disappointment drawn his own katana; he closed his eyes and took a lot of air. Again he could hear the whispers and laughter of the wind, how it got into his ears and tried to scream at him but the words did not make sense or that is what he thought, with one last breath he contracted all his muscles and prepared to move.

This was one of the many moments of interaction that both men had.

One night they ate without any words, the sound of cicadas or the movement of the leaves of the trees were the only thing that talked inside the room, the lamp illuminated what was necessary without hurting or forcing the eyes of those who were feeding, he swallowed the amount of food in his mouth and observed his pupil without expression indicating the emotion or feeling “Your skills are deplorable, this week I will have to train you again … What a waste of time” He gave a bite and watched the boy, he stopped chewing and nodded “Thanks Shinazugawa-san, I regret that my performance is not in your expectations” this annoyed the pillar who aggressively put the dishes on the floor “Do not apologize for being an incompetent” raised his voice enough to be heard outside if anyone was there but not too much to be considered a scream. The boy only nodded and continued eating, not that he accepted what he said or wanted him to continue with that thought, no, of course not, he knew very well that he was capable, that although there was always opportunity to learn and grow, it is not that he was in a place of first knowledge or practice as years ago. But in the end he was a pillar, someone more experienced, someone who had taken his body beyond the limit and had perfected his techniques, so he knew what he was saying, right? he just tried to harden him for the fatalities of his work but in the end he had an appreciation for him, even if it was minimal, didn’t he?

Their breaths had no pattern in their fighting movements, the grinding of swords a compass in the dance of the fight for the subjugation of the other, some screams were thrown by the pillar; about the talents and efforts of his pupil, of how they would kill him in the second that fought with a stronger demon, of how he was lucky to remain alive after all this time. Naturally the winner of the match was Sanemi, as the boy parted gasping trying to stabilize his breathing as well as his rhythm and heart pressure “you can’t even use full concentration breathing!” He rebuked “A pillar is your teacher and you don’t even seem to know the basics!” the boy bowed his head “Don’t lower your head when I’m talking to you, brat!” He clenched his jaw and looked up to meet Shinazugawa’s fury, his frowning and his eyes open to no more, his hands clenching the sheath of his weapon “If you follow this way I will get you out of the organization! Do you understand!?” His tone increasingly harsh and firm against him, he bowed in the form of respect “Of course master, it will not happen again, I promise” he returned to his original position and waited for the answer, for several seconds the tense air was static and everything seemed the same way, until he finally spoke “get out of here” he closed his eyes to not see the boy making it clear that if he tried to talk or engage in another interaction there would be punishment.

He bowed again for the last time before walking and leaving him alone. A knot in his throat pressed his insides, threatening to come out and reveal the emotions he felt. Apparently all his efforts had not borne fruit, maybe he was not good enough, so long with his training and not even a compliment, absolutely nothing but reproaches and reprimands, punishments and discouraging comments. Two years of his life trying to improve for the people, to help his and avoid heis suffering turned to dust and carried by the wind to nowhere.

But no person can endure such dealings for too long, at least not him, so the little relationship is further degraded over time. Now, 1 year later everyone was fighting with their lives to try to eradicate the evil that had therefore pressed them against the ground, enjoying their fear and pain.

His head was spinning as his body pricked every possible nerve, his sight barely made aware of the blurry figures in his immediacy, his ears seemed to bleed him, and his body moved involuntarily. What was he doing there?, What was happening?, For a few minutes he totally fainted until he regained it, when his eyelids opened slowly and saw the sky of dawn he felt some peace before his body forced him to take air choking through the puffs and coughed to calm his body, screams and metallic sounds finally reached his ears but did not move, he did not react, his body did not respond, that is why came to him, right, he was in a fight, a big and important fight. He had been one of the few who survived before the pillars ecountered Muzan... But now he had no idea what happened the instant he lay on the floor. When trying to move a wave of pain reached his brain almost making him lie down again but he had to do it, he had to stop and keep fighting even if it was the last thing he did, even if he did not know how he would but he would not give up, walking through the streets, with his hand hanging and the other one leaning against the wall he could see the commotion. He was quite surprised to see a great baby but quickly understood that that being was the first demon, Muzan Kibutsuji, he quickened his pace ignoring any pain or discomfort and instead anger, resentment and so on encouraged his walk.

He watched as Sanemi cut off his arm, reaching the side of the rock pillar and grabbed one of the Kakushi and began to pull with all the strength his body had, the sun and the light reaching every possible corner and burning the demon’s skin tearing apart pieces and then turning them into ash. The peaceful silence compared to the magnitude of the moment, all eyes focused on how slowly it faded until there was only the vestige of its horrors giving way to a new peace.

Days had passed since that miracle but now, there was a certain void, the space left by those who left a strong presence, a reminder that everything was real and that it always would be. His heart had been disrupted and broken just like his mind, he needed to think what he would do now that he no longer needed to fight for the lives of others and his own, everything seemed to be in a fog that prevented him from looking at the future.

In those same days Sanemi began to talk more with the boy but since he served, he wanted nothing to do with all this, less his teacher. The encounters were uncomfortable and forced, meaningless words but with intent on the part of Sanemi, sharp and one-syllable on the part of the pupil if he could still be called in such a way.

On a quiet morning the birds sang to wake everyone up just like the first rays of sun, the futon felt hard against the back of the boy and the cold of the floor was transferred to the fabrics so giving a jester he got up and accommodated the things in the room to go out and walk. At the end he opened the shoji with delicacy, the sound of his steps was dampened thanks to the socks he brought, he went to the common area with a piece of food, squatted and settled to sit with his legs crossed, he took a bite and closed his eyes. He heard and listened to the wind for the first time, the murmurs intertwined with his own thoughts traveling all over his brain, embracing each relief with delicacy.

Not long after he heard another person approaching, but he didn’t flinch until Sanemi spoke “Um, good morning,” he opened his eyes and simply moved his eyes so that his periphery could see it, he bit his tongue a little before speaking “Good morning” even though the tone of his voice did not reflect any emotion it was obvious that he was not so happy to see him or to talk to him. “You got up early” walked up to the boy and started to sit imitating the position of the boy who only nodded and finished eating “I… wanted to talk to you” started again hoping he was willing to listen but happened completely the opposite, the boy stood up and started making his way elsewhere, stopped for a moment “Why are you so kind to me now?” The words barely came out of his mouth but were sharp, not that he wanted to know the answer to his question but his mind could not help remembering all those times when Sanemi was very hard on him, even rude and arrogant, where he simply nodded and did what was asked of him without any complaints, so long trying to establish a relationship or some kind of contact that was more human.

Shinazugawa said a single syllable before boy interrupted “it’s just because you feel guilty, because you have nothing better to do” he frowned and squeezed his lips, some tears resting on the edges he continued walking until he reached another shoji, he grabbed the wood “I don’t want to see you again Shinazugawa-san, I’m leaving this place” Sanemi hearing all this stood up “It’s not what you think” swallowed saliva “(__) I’m sorry.” The boy squeezed the wood and looked at the floor “Me too” was the last thing he said before leaving the room and closing the shoji and to never returning to that place, to forget all the pain that for so long had contained in the depths of his being, letting the wind take away his sorrows and accompany him to a better place.