#toms ocs :3

[tomboxed]

isn't he just wonderful

[den-kunn]

@tomboxed here's your cool green guy and his b... boy... boyf... partner.

[tomboxed]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT AHHH HAOYU MY WIFE

Lord save me @tomboxed

I mean I draw everyone who can't get out of my head

[itwillbethescarletwitch]

Symbiotic Attraction

Eddie Brock x Fem!Stark!Reader

requested by @hardyshardfangurl

Eddie Brock didn’t know why he was wearing a button-down. He hadn’t ironed anything since 2018. Venom definitely didn’t approve.

“We are not corporate slaves, Eddie. This smells like sadness and dry cleaning.”

“Shut up,” Eddie muttered under his breath, checking his reflection in the polished glass doors of Stark Tower. “This is a real opportunity. She’s offering interviews. We need income that doesn’t come with blood or… slime.”

“Slime is profitable.”

The elevator whooshed him up 87 floors before opening into what looked like a spaceship masquerading as an office.

Y/N Stark was already there. Sitting on the edge of a floating conference table, dark lipstick, eyes sharp, expression unreadable. She was wearing Stark-level elegance and Stark-level sarcasm, and Eddie felt exactly like a guy who wasn’t supposed to be in the room.

“Eddie Brock,” she said, standing and walking toward him, heels echoing with precision. “Disgraced journalist. Amateur boxer. Alien host.”

Eddie gave her a crooked smile. “Wow. You’ve really done your stalking.”

“I do my research,” she replied. “Including on your… passenger.”

She tilted her head, amused. “I want to meet him.”

Eddie blinked. “You—you want to what?”

“Venom,” she said, as if tasting the name. “Come out and say hello.”

Venom’s head slowly emerged from Eddie’s shoulder, grinning.

“HELLO, PRETTY LADY.”

Eddie looked mortified. “Dude—”

Y/N arched a brow. “That’s Ms. Stark to you, teeth-for-brains.”

Venom purred. “SHE IS SPICY. I LIKE HER. CAN I EAT SOMEONE FOR HER?”

“No, you may not,” Eddie snapped.

Y/N turned away, walking toward a digital display wall with blueprints and energy signatures scrolling across it. “Relax. I’m not here to cage you. In fact, I’m offering you a job.”

Eddie stared. “Wait. What?”

“You’re chaotic, unfiltered, and half-alien,” she said. “I need someone to go places I can’t be seen. There’s tech being stolen. Biological weapons. People who think the Stark name died with my father.”

Venom tilted his head. “Are we allowed to bite them?”

Y/N gave a wicked little smile. “Only if I say so.”

Eddie blinked. “…Is this a job interview or a marriage proposal?”

Y/N turned to him, calm as ever. “I don’t mix business and pleasure, Brock.”

Venom: “We would.”

Eddie groaned into his hands. “Oh my god, I hate you so much.”

Y/N handed him a Stark ID badge. “You start Monday.”

———

Eddie Brock didn’t know what he expected from his first day at Stark Industries, but it definitely wasn’t a titanium badge, a biometric scanner that asked for his “preferred tongue,” or a swarm of lab techs sprinting out of the breakroom screaming:

“IT ATE MY LUNCH!”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. “Venom.”

“IT HAD PICKLES. WE LIKE PICKLES.”

“Cool. You couldn’t have asked?”

“WE ARE ABOVE ASKING. WE ARE A GOD.”

“You’re a parasite in a hoodie.”

“PARASITE? RUDE.”

The elevator opened with a soft chime and revealed Y/N Stark in a blood-red suit and combat boots, holding a StarkPad and not looking up.

“You’re late,” she said, breezing past him into the secure lab.

“I was interrogating the morality of lunch theft with a space goo inside my brain.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “And losing, clearly.”

“Yeah, well, he had the high ground. And teeth.”

Inside the lab, dozens of prototypes hovered in display fields—some Stark, some clearly not. Alien alloys. Symbiote-reactive gel. Something pulsing faintly behind reinforced glass that made Venom growl low in Eddie’s throat.

Y/N noticed.

“Good. You feel that. You’re here because I need someone who knows that kind of energy. There’s been a breach in Sector 5. Someone’s using symbiote residue to corrupt biotech.” She paused. “I figured your freeloading roommate might be useful.”

“YOU FLATTER US, SPARKLES.”

“WE LIKE YOUR FIRE. YOU WOULD MAKE AN EXCELLENT HOST.”

Y/N didn’t even flinch. “Tempting. But I already have an alien inside me.”

Eddie blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I meant trauma, Brock.”

“WE REALLY LIKE HER.”

Y/N turned, handing Eddie a holo-slate. “Your mission: infiltrate the auction tomorrow night. Black market biotech. My sources say the stolen Stark tech’s going up for sale. I want you in the room. Venom keeps you alive. I’ll be watching your feed.”

“Do I get backup?”

“You get a suit.”

Eddie raised a brow. “Like… a suit suit? Or, like, an Iron Man kind of deal?”

Y/N smirked. “Try it on and find out.”

She pressed a button and a section of the floor opened to reveal a matte black Stark-tactical suit with deep violet lining—symbiote compatible, according to the glowing specs.

“THIS IS SEXY.”

Eddie looked at Y/N. “Is this flirting or foreplay?”

Y/N leaned in, stopping inches from his face.

“When I flirt,” she said softly, “you’ll need oxygen.”

She turned and walked out like the devil in lipstick, leaving Eddie standing there, suit in hand, pulse thundering.

“WE ARE SO INTO HER.”

Eddie: “Yeah… that might be a problem.”

———

Eddie Brock tugged at the collar of his Stark-issued stealth suit, already regretting everything. It hugged in all the wrong places—and the right ones—and he was sweating bullets under the neon lights of a high-rise auction disguised as a tech startup launch.

Y/N Stark’s voice purred in his comm:

“Quit fidgeting, Brock. You look like you’re about to pass out, not infiltrate an illegal biotech exchange.”

“I’m wearing a suit made of nanotech and bad decisions.”

“WE LIKE IT. IT SMELLS EXPENSIVE.”

“You don’t have a nose.”

“WE DO NOW. THANK YOU, LAVENDER FABRIC SPRAY.”

Eddie stifled a groan as he walked into the crowd. The auction was buried behind layers of fake handshakes and PR smiles, but the backroom was the real show. He flashed the badge Y/N had hacked for him, and a steel door slid open, revealing a sea of wealthy criminals sipping cocktails over stolen tech.

And right there—center stage—a black glass case.

Inside? Stark Tech.

Symbiote-reactive, bio-adaptive processors. Stuff that didn’t belong outside Y/N’s private vault.

Y/N’s voice turned sharp. “That processor’s mine. Get it out before it ends up in a missile or someone’s spinal cord.”

Eddie moved toward the platform.

A figure stepped in front of him. Slick suit. Sleazier grin.

“Don’t recognize you,” the man said. “You from Madripoor?”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie said, lying through his teeth. “Freelance…biotech consultant.”

“Funny. You look like a guy with a criminal record and an alien problem.”

“MAY WE EAT HIM NOW?”

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed under his breath.

The man’s eyes narrowed. “What did you just say?”

“Gas,” Eddie said. “I have… IBS. Real bad.”

“WE COULD VOMIT ON HIM TO SEAL THE LIE.”

Y/N’s laughter came through the earpiece like warm silk. “You are so bad at undercover.”

“I’m not exactly Bond here, Stark!”

The man started reaching for his side holster.

“HE IS REACHING. WE DO NOT LIKE THAT.”

“Yeah, yeah, I see it—”

Before things exploded, Venom burst from Eddie’s back like a pissed-off shadow. A tendril slapped the man’s weapon away and launched him into a wall with a satisfying crunch.

“TARGET NEUTRALIZED. FUN LEVEL: 6 OUT OF 10.”

Screams erupted. Security surged forward.

Eddie turned and ran.

“Exit plan?” he shouted into the comm.

“Window. North hallway. Jump.”

“That’s not a plan, that’s a death wish!”

“WE LOVE JUMPING.”

Venom erupted fully now, wrapping around Eddie and launching them through the hallway. Bullets pinged off the suit as they crashed through the window, glass shattering into the neon night.

They landed hard on a rooftop. Eddie rolled, groaning, as Venom retracted just enough for him to breathe.

Then she was there.

Y/N, standing across the rooftop, wind whipping through her hair, one hand in her coat pocket like this was just a Tuesday night.

“You’re late,” she said again.

Eddie dragged himself upright. “You really like saying that.”

“I really like seeing you sweat.”

“SHE IS FLIRTING AGAIN. DO THE THING.”

“What thing?!”

“KISS HER.”

Eddie turned beet red. “No. Absolutely not.”

Y/N took a step closer, eyes locked on his.

“Tell your plus-one if he keeps making kissy noises in your head, I’ll blast him with a sonic cannon.”

“…WE WILL BEHAVE.”

She smirked.

Then she reached into her coat, pulled out a thermos, and tossed it at him.

“Chamomile. For your nerves,” she said. “You’ve earned it.”

Eddie caught it, dumbfounded.

“You brought me tea?”

“I’m not a monster, Brock.”

He cracked a smile. “You’re something else, Stark.”

Y/N gave him one last look, then turned and walked toward the edge of the roof, disappearing into the dark with nothing but the scent of ozone and confidence.

“WE SHOULD HAVE KISSED HER.”

“I’m working on it, alright?”

———

Eddie was starting to think this whole mission was a bad idea. Not because of the top-secret blacksite, or the bio-mutated symbiotes screaming like sirens in the walls—but because Y/N Stark, standing beside him in all-black tactical gear, had just whispered in his ear:

“Follow my lead. And stop looking like you’re two seconds from spontaneous combustion.”

“I am combusting. You wore eyeliner.”

Y/N gave him a sidelong glance. “Focus, Brock. Or I’ll tell Venom what you really said about pineapple pizza.”

“HE SAID IT WAS DELICIOUS. BETRAYAL.”

Eddie hissed under his breath. “Snitch.”

They were walking through the Lazarus Facility, an offshore lab posing as a hydroelectric research site. Underneath the clean, tech-filled surface was a horror show: mutated proto-symbiotes locked in cryotubes. Tech that looked Stark-made. Screams that didn’t sound human.

Y/N moved with purpose. In this environment, she was untouchable—elegant, lethal, all fire and calculation. She hacked into a secured vault with two fingers and a deadpan look.

“You’re too good at this,” Eddie muttered.

“I built half this security, remember?”

“SHE IS BRILLIANT. LET’S PUT HER IN OUR MOUTH.”

Eddie: “No. Not the time.”

They reached the central chamber—dark, humming, lined with tanks full of twitching things that might’ve once been symbiotes.

Eddie stopped. Venom growled.

“THEY ARE WRONG. IMPURE. THIS IS BLASPHEMY.”

“Y/N,” Eddie said, tension crawling up his spine, “these things are… aware.”

One of the pods cracked.

A creature lunged inside its tank—humanoid, glitching with raw data, its face flickering between different Stark team profiles.

It looked almost like Eddie.

Then it whispered: “Host… not compatible…”

Y/N’s face went pale.

“Someone’s feeding them genetic data. My files. Your scans. They’re building hybrids that learn.”

Then a voice echoed overhead:

“Welcome back, Stark.”

A figure stepped out onto the catwalk. Slim. Smirking. Wearing a prototype symbiote suit with a corrupted arc reactor embedded in the chest.

“You left me behind,” they said. “Now I’m rewriting evolution.”

Y/N’s eyes went cold. “Jackson.”

Jackson Carter. Former Stark intern. Left behind during the Sokovia evacuation. Everyone thought he was dead.

He wasn’t.

He’d been growing. Fusing. Twisting.

Eddie stepped forward.

“You need to shut this down before these things start multiplying.”

Jackson laughed. “It’s too late. The Lazarus strain is self-replicating. Soon there’ll be thousands. And they’ll all obey me.”

“YOU DISGUST US. LET US BITE HIS FACE.”

Jackson launched himself at them—symbiote limbs lashing out. Eddie and Venom merged in one fluid snarl, catching a strike before it could impale Y/N.

The lab erupted in chaos.

Tanks shattered. Creatures shrieked. Y/N fired off pulse blasts while Eddie fought a trio of goo-hybrids crawling on the ceiling.

“LEFT! LEFT! PUNCH THAT ONE’S SPLEEN!”

“I don’t think they have spleens!”

“THEN GUESS! HIT EVERYTHING!”

The chamber was collapsing. Alarms blared. Lightning cracked from an exposed reactor.

Y/N slid beside Eddie, breathing hard. “Blow the core. We end this now.”

He stared at her. “You’ll be caught in the blast—”

“I’ve got a way out. Do you?”

He gritted his teeth. “You better.”

Venom launched them both toward the central reactor. Y/N hacked while Eddie held the creatures off. Sparks rained like fire. One claw came too close—Y/N gasped—

Eddie moved before thinking. Took the hit. Hit the floor hard.

Blood. Pain. Blurred vision.

Y/N screamed something he couldn’t hear.

Then her face hovered over his. She was touching his face, eyes full of panic and fury.

“You idiot,” she whispered. “You jumped in front of me.”

“Yeah,” he said weakly. “Stupid… heroic stuff.”

“WE HATE THIS. TOO MUCH BLEEDING.”

Y/N pressed a patch to his side. “Hold still.”

“Are we gonna die?” Eddie muttered.

“Not tonight.”

She activated the failsafe. The reactor detonated in a white-hot blast of light—

—and the world vanished.

⸻

☁️ Later – Quinjet, En Route to NYC

Eddie blinked awake. Pain in his side. Warm blanket. The scent of antiseptic…and vanilla?

Y/N was sitting beside him, hair messy, bruised but alive.

“You’re awake.”

He tried to smirk. “Wasn’t gonna die before our first kiss.”

She rolled her eyes—but her hand slid over his.

“Don’t push your luck, Brock.”

“KISS. NOW. DO IT. DOOOO—”

Y/N leaned down and kissed him, soft, warm, with just enough pressure to shut Venom up.

It worked.

“…OH. OH. THAT WAS… NICE.”

Eddie blinked. “Are you okay?”

Y/N smiled. “Ask me again when you’re shirtless and conscious.”

He groaned.

“I’m never gonna survive you, am I?”

Y/N kissed his forehead.

“Nope.”

———

“You realize this looks like a date, right?” Eddie muttered as he followed Y/N Stark into the rooftop restaurant overlooking Manhattan.

“It’s not a date,” she replied, gliding through the room like she owned the place—which, technically, she did. “It’s a post-mission debrief. Over overpriced pasta. With wine. And me in a dress.”

She was in a dress. A black satin number that made Eddie’s brain short-circuit. He was in a pressed shirt and jacket he hadn’t worn since his last court summons. Venom had preened in the mirror for fifteen minutes.

“WE LOOK DELICIOUS. THE WAITRESS IS STARING. SHE SMELLS LIKE CUCUMBER SOAP.”

“Stop talking about people’s soap,” Eddie whispered under his breath.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, amused. “Venom narrating your inner monologue again?”

“He thinks the waitress wants to eat us.”

She slid into their private booth. “She’d have to get in line.”

“WE LIKE HER.”

Eddie sat across from her, trying not to squirm as she handed him the wine menu like this was totally normal and not a giant public Are We Or Aren’t We event.

“Let’s talk Lazarus,” she said, sipping her wine with casual grace. “We neutralized the clones, Jackson’s in containment, and Stark Industries is officially wiping the Lazarus tech off the grid.”

“Great. So why am I here?”

She tilted her head. “Maybe I wanted to see if you can sit through one dinner without punching someone.”

Eddie leaned forward. “You sure this isn’t a date?”

She smirked. “Does it feel like one?”

Pause. Beat.

Too much eye contact. Not enough breathing.

“IT FEELS LIKE SOMETHING. WE HAVE IDEAS.”

The waiter appeared like a ghost, breaking the tension. “Anything to start?”

Y/N barely looked up. “Two Negronis. Truffle gnocchi. Extra bread.”

Eddie blinked. “Did you just order for me?”

“You trust me with global weapons contracts but not carbs?”

Fair.

Dinner arrived. They bantered through the meal—flirting disguised as arguments, compliments buried under sarcasm. Y/N licked sauce off her thumb and Eddie momentarily forgot his own name.

Across the room, someone took a picture.

Eddie stiffened. “We’re being watched.”

Y/N didn’t even look. “Let them. Everyone thinks we hate each other. This’ll confuse the hell out of them.”

“WE SHOULD WAVE. AND THEN LICK HER.”

“No licking!”

She raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Not you. Him. Sorry. Symbiote nonsense.”

The photo-taker approached. Guy in a blazer, too confident.

“Y/N Stark?” he asked. “Can I get a photo with you?”

Eddie tried to stay calm, but the guy was lingering. Way too close.

Y/N smiled politely. “I’m off the clock.”

Blazer Guy ignored her tone. “Just a quick one—”

Eddie stood. “She said no.”

The man scoffed. “Who the hell are you?”

“WE ARE PROTECTION. BACK OFF.”

Venom flared out of Eddie’s shoulder just enough to flash teeth. The guy practically tripped over himself backing up.

The restaurant went quiet for half a second.

Y/N sipped her wine like nothing happened. “You couldn’t go one dinner, could you?”

Eddie sat back down, flushed. “He was harassing you.”

She tilted her head, softer now. “And you defended me.”

Beat.

Then she smiled, slow and real. “Maybe it is a date.”

Eddie’s heart stopped.

“KISS HER. ON THE MOUTH. NOW. DO IT.”

Instead, he grinned. “So what happens after this strictly professional dinner?”

Y/N leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “We go back to the Tower. I brief Pepper. You ice your ribs. Then maybe—if you ask nicely—I’ll let you touch my tech vault.”

Eddie blinked. “Is that a metaphor?”

She smirked.

“Guess you’ll find out.”

———

Y/N walked out of the debrief room, her heels quiet against Stark Tower’s polished floors. The lights had dimmed for the night, casting long shadows through the glass corridors. She was bone-tired. Her braid was slipping. Her brain was buzzing with everything Pepper had just grilled her on.

And she definitely wasn’t thinking about Eddie.

Definitely not.

Except—

Except there was a voice from the hallway.

“Hey.”

She turned, and he was there. Half-lit by the corridor glow, still in the button-down from dinner, jacket slung over his shoulder like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Eddie Brock looked like he wanted to say five things and didn’t know how to say any of them.

“Didn’t think you were still here,” she said, calm but curious.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. I, uh… I was gonna leave.”

“But?”

He looked around. Took a step closer.

“But Venom yelled at me for twenty straight minutes and now I think I’m legally required to talk to you.”

“TELL HER YOU LOVE HER. NOW. DO IT. SPIT IT OUT, YOU USELESS MEAT SACK.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You and your plus-one had a heart-to-heart?”

“She called it an intervention.”

“YES. BECAUSE YOU ARE PATHETIC. LOOK AT HER. SHE IS SHINY AND POWERFUL. PERFECT FOR NESTING.”

“Nesting?” Y/N echoed, blinking.

Eddie groaned. “Ignore that part.”

There was a pause.

He stepped closer. Not touching, not yet, but just inside that dangerous space where the air between them felt electric.

“I’m not good at this,” Eddie said quietly. “Any of this. The hero stuff. The team stuff. The dinner-that’s-not-a-date-but-definitely-was kind of stuff.”

Her lips twitched. “You’re better at it than you think.”

He looked at her like he was seeing the whole galaxy in one person.

“You scare the hell out of me,” he admitted.

“And yet, here you are.”

“Yeah.” His voice dropped. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my head and in my space and somehow Venom likes you more than he likes me, which is insane.”

“BECAUSE SHE IS SUPERIOR. WE WANT HER TO BE OUR QUEEN. MAKE HER PANCAKES. HOLD HER HAND. LICK HER FACE.”

Eddie winced. “Please don’t do any of those things.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “You’re overthinking it.”

“Yeah,” he said, breathless. “But I do that. A lot.”

And then—finally—he closed the gap.

One hand on her waist, the other brushing her cheek like he was still scared she might disappear if he held on too tight.

Y/N didn’t disappear.

She kissed him like she’d been waiting exactly this long for him to snap out of it.

It was slow and searching and everything Eddie had been afraid to want.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”

Venom’s voice echoed in his head like a triumphant battle cry. Eddie could swear he felt the symbiote purr.

When they pulled back, Y/N rested her forehead against his.

“That was… overdue,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he said. “And also maybe the beginning of a terrible idea.”

Y/N grinned. “The best ones always are.”

[galoogamelady]

Does Tom Cardy know about your Tumblr and who Button is?

I mean I didn't make him go through my tumblr (I doubt he has one). But he knows Buttons is my OC. He's probably more familiar with Buttons' shithead GTAO version though, since Twitter/Insta sees more of that one.

[rainandsentences]

˚₊ Master list ˚₊

welcome to my masterlist!

here you’ll find everything i’ve written, organized for easy browsing.

feel free to scroll, read, and reblog anything you like — thank you for being here ♡

Conrad Fisher

----- Always almost,Conrad -----

----- Two cups, One morning -----

----- Empty Space -----

----- A Playlist for You -----

----- You -----

----- Long Enough -----

Chef Luca

----- A Quiet Sunday -----

----- Do you see me like this? -----

----- Not too close -----

----- It stays -----

----- Quiet Proof -----

----- The space between ----- pt2. ----- pt3. -----

----- Call the Restaurant -----

----- Our soft place -----

----- The Recipe Box -----

----- Strays -----

Billy The Kid

----- Yes, ma'am -----

Joel Miller

----- Ain't nobody else I'd rather have -----

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Pokemon collection (pt. 7)"

Or "something made a hole in my backyard pt.7"

Shadow The Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

Notes: Happy Valentine's day!! If you're feeling nice leave a comment, they are hugely appreciated!

Part 6

Fainting was a weird sensation. It´s like when you stood up really fast and you get dizzy, except instead of going away the dizzines just makes you fall to the ground and hit your head.

It was the waking up part that was higly confusing. Mainly because the first thing you saw was a yellow-orangey creature.

"AHHHHH" Yeah, probably the whole neighborhood heard you scream.

And then you heard multiple voices at the same time from which what you understod was: "Hey, there´s no need to scream" from what sounded like a child, "You´re not dead!" from an older child, "This one is weird, she is silent and then loud" that sounded like a grown ass adult. And there was also Ozzy barking.

"Okay everybody, move aside, give her some space" Now that voice you did recognize, that was your aunt Maddie.

Only when she sat next to you did you register that you were laying in the couch. How long had it been?

"Hey sweetie" She started as she gently laid her hand on your arm as though you were a scared animal that would run off at any moment. "I´m sorry this all came as a surprise to you, we didn´t mean to..."

"I´M BACK, WHO SCREAMED?" Tom interrupted her as he appeared out of nowhere, or maybe he had come from upstairs, you didn´t know, you were sooo confused.

"What happened? And why is there a blue hedghog here?"

"We were going to tell you, but then you showed up with Shadow and we didn´t want to..." Once again your aunt was interrupted.

"Hi! I´m Sonic! Your super awesome cousin you didn´t know you had" The hedgehog practically screamed on your face.

"I´m sorry, did you just say cousin?" You asked at him, but you didn´t even let him speak as you turned towards your uncle "Is this why you said kids? Are these... things..."

"Rude" Said, well, Sonic, you guessed.

"...Your kids? And you didn´t tell me?" You couldn´t quite tell if you were feeling offended or confused, there was a sort of thightness on your chest, as if you were hugely overlooking a very important detail.

"Why did you not tell me? And why are there so many of them? What, do you collect them like fucking pokemons or something?" Now you did know what you were feeling.

Angry, hot with anger. You could feel it in every vein on your body, your eyes couldn´t focus on anything, until you found a victim, still sitting right at your side.

"I asked you for help! I thought he was dying and you didn´t even think about telling me that you had seen others like him?!" you screamed at your aunt Maddie as you got up from the couch.

"I didn´t know what to do, he is dangerous!" She quipped right back.

"That´s not your call to make, I would have handled it if you had said something" that was probably one of the first times in your life you had disagreed with your aunt.

Shadow wasn´t dangerous. Sure, he was hurt and he didn´t really trust you, but that didn´t make him dangerous.

"HE TRIED TO KILL TOM!"

...

...

"What?"

Your voice had came out so low you weren´t sure the words had actually left your mouth at all.

"He did, that´s why he has a broken arm" Maddie explained as she grabbed your hands on hers.

"But he´s not bad..."

"He has the ability to be..." she stated as if it was an unmistakable truth.

"Maddie that´s enough, we talked about this" Finally Tom approached the two of you, he put his working arm in between you and stared sternly at his wife. Yet she kept looking at you in your eyes.

"But it doesn´t matter anymore, he´s gone" She tried to smile reassuringly.

"What?" Suddenly the hold on your hands felt restrictive "What do you mean? What did you do?!" you ripped your hands of of hers.

"I-I, nothing, I didn´t do nothing, he was gone when I went looking for you" She seemed shocked at your harsh reaction.

Dread filled your entire body, it had drenched you in an awful way, freezing you from head to toes. A sound left your lips, it wasn´t quite a word, more like a strained gasp.

And the you ran.

You didn´t hear your aunt calling for you as you left the house, or the little yellow fox asking "What is going on?", all you could be aware of was the blood pumping through your legs and your heart beating wildly in your chest. There was a ringing in your ears too, that damned type of ringing that appears when the world is too quiet.

The run to your house felt awfully longer than the walk you had taken that morning, and once you finally arrived your brain was working too fast, trying to focus on everything at once.

From afar the house had looked normal, but the door was open, the lock busted. Your heart had left your chest altogether and was then beating on your throat.

You walked in slowly, the speed you had taken on the run dead as you had stepped on the welcome mat. A voice came from the living room, so you went there first.

The wooden floor creaked with every step you took, and anticipation built in your chest. But there was no one there, only the TV on, broadcasting a Mexican novela.

With every second you gained speed as you ran all the way to the bedroom you were staying in, the one Shadow had taken as his own while he healed.

The bed was neatly done and everything was on place, except the window, which was wide open

"SHADOW! SHADOW WERE ARE YOU?!" you screamed through the window, looking for signs of him on the backyard.

Something warm dripped onto your hand, and, as you touched your face trying to figure out were the liquid had came from, you felt traces of tears painting your cheeks.

You kept calling out his name as you searched around the house, your voice growing weaker and more broken as you didn't find him.

Finally you reached the living room once again, and you collapsed on the couch. You tried to hold your hands together so that they wouldn't shake.

A creak sounded from the window behind you; you turned around.

There he was standing, looking straight at your eyes with his usual frown. He exchanged looks with you for a few seconds and when you finally moved he was too confused as to move.

You jumped over the couch and hugged him. The hard floor digged onto your knees and your body felt tired, but he was alright which was what mattered.

"Where where you?" You questioned him.

"A woman came by, I did what you told me, I hid". His frown looked almost concerned then, as if he was worried he had done something wrong.

"Yes, you did well" You laughed and broke the hug, choosing to keep your hands on his shoulders instead "Maybe a little too well".

"I'm..."

"The ultimate life form? Yeah, yeah, I know"

"No, I'm... Sorry, that I worried you" he stared at the ground.

You almost choked on a sob at his words.

"It's okay, I was just worried you were hurt, there's nothing to apologize for sweetie" you explained as you held his face in your hands.

What a twist your life had taken.

Taglist:@boogiemansbitch@vxllys@whoisgami@baby-bloos@sapphireravensworld@mothmanperson@4rm-the-mf-concrete@eliknowsnothing@pooplyface1423@kyouzki@moon-trash1507@shadowforlive

[dovewingkinnie]

tom needs her

[pluey-daily]

plue...

Day 4: pluey nostalgia

[oh-gh0st]

"Tell me Mr. "Ant" Tenna... do you believe in love?"

my oc brain when new deltarune chapters

[tomboxed]

he's so stupid

[katrinthecat]

[tomscryingcorner]

bugs (99% cali- toms not guaranteed!)

[typosandtea]

Nobody including me posts about their ocs enough so please please please reblog reply or whatever with some oc tidbits!

[slytherindreams13]

A graphic description of Me and Tom riddle, literally 😩🤌💗💗💗

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

"Maddie screaming and Ozzy's cough (pt.6)"

or "Something made a hole in my backyard pt.6"

Notes: Did I promise this chapter like two days ago? Yes, I did. Did I deliver it two days ago? No, I did not. But the sun shines on Green Hills and I´m finally done writing this thing! This one is the longest chapter yet, and I think that from now on they will only get longer as not to make too many chapters. But until then please enjoy this one!

Part 5 Part 7

As it turned out Shadow was not half bad company, he was silent and he still distrusted you and just sat broodingly on the chair as you prepared your morning coffe. But he wasn´t all that bad.

It hadn´t been not even an entire day since he woke up, and even though you had fervently insisted that he stayed on the bed while you did stuff around the house he had not left you alone for even a second. You were pretty sure that he thought you were a secret agent of sorts and were going to attack him at any moment.

But, as long as he didn´t attack you first, you were fine with that, trust had always taken time. As for his health he seemed to be a lot better than the day before, if you asked him he would say that he was fine, nevertheless you had seen him wince more than once while walking.

So there you were, grinding coffee beans on your kitchen, while a weird hedghog looked at you as though he could see right through your very soul. And why were you grinding coffee beans, you might ask. Well, because for some reason, out of your knowledge, the old lady that owned the house had a taste for buying coffee beans, and as you were lazy, and did not planned to walk all the way to the store you were dealing with what you were handed. Coffee beans.

"What would you like for breakfast? I´ve got tea, tap water, I think there is some juice left in the fridge, and eventually there will be coffee" You said looking at Shadow before thinking again "Do hedghogs even drink coffee?" you whispered to yourself.

"We also have to find you something to eat..." You turned around to look around the kitchen for at least some bread. And as you had found it, and were stratching in order to grab it, you heard an awful crunching sound behind you.

Tha scene was almost comical, all the way from how you slowly turned to look at the hedghog with a confusion face, to Shadows litlle cheeks looking full as he munched on something, and even the face that you did when you realized that what he was eating was the coffee beans .

"Are you eating the coffee?"

He nodded, a look on his face that read "yes I am, what are you going to do about it?".

"You are aware that that is not how you consume coffee?" Another nod from him "That could seriously damage your digestive system"

"I am the ultimate life form, a mere plant shall not destroy me"

You pursed your lips together and nodded back. Your mind was debating in between worrying for him and laughing at how unfitting his voice was to his tiny body.

"Alright then ultimate life form, would you at least want a spoon?" You asked as you grabbed one for him.

He looked between your hand, your face, the coffee beans bag, and then back to your face; finally he nodded yet again and agreed with a simple "Yes, thank you".

"Alright, as soon as I´m done with this I need to go to my uncle´s house to check up on them and say hi" You told the hedghog so that he would know.

"You are leaving me on my own?" He questioned as he looked at you a little weird, you couldn´t really tell what he was thinking.

"Yes, I trust you won´t get yourself killed in a few hours, just don´t let people see you, if you get bored the tv is in the living room, you´ll entretain yourself" You explained as you finished drinking your coffee and picked up your jacket.

"You would leave me alone, in your home, even though you don´t know me at all? For all you know I could blow up your entire house" You coldn´t know when the guy was kidding, he seriously had such a deadpan-kind-of-angry face all the time.

"Please do not do that, I can´t afford it" You said as you finished picking up your stuff. Meanwhile he just sat there watching you, still eating the beans.

"Ok, bye" you didn´t even noticed when you gave him a little kiss in his forehead as a goodbye, maybe it was just the habit of greeting your parents like that, but it didn´t matter because neither did you see the hedghog looking at you perplexed as you left the house.

✶✧✶✧✶✧✶✧

The walk to your uncle´s hose had thankfully felt rather short, probably because Green Hills was a rather small town and you had rented a hose near his on purpose.

By the time you stood in his front door you were barely tired, but you still took a second to gather your breath, and you were about to knock on the door when you heard Tom loudly speaking with someone.

"You should have told me in the morning, are you absolutely sure about this?" He asked someone.

"I mean he matched the description Sonic gave me, I never saw him, but I just know it is him" You were able to recognize the voice, it was your aunt Maddie, though she sounded kind of electronic, so you assumed they were talking through a phone.

"But that is good news!" Tom exclaimed.

"Tom, he nearly killed you, I´m sorry if I´m not super excited about this" Someone almost killed your uncle? Did all of this had anything to do with his broken arm?

"So you want us to not tell them anything at all? Not even about Sonic and the others? It doesn´t sound fair, and what if he wakes up?" Now he sounded a little worried, and even though you had no idea what they were talking about, you had started to worry a little too.

"I´ll go get him today, I can not have him hurting someone else on my family"

You realized then that you had been eavesdropping for longer than you intended (which was, nothing at all) and so you decided to knock on the door.

You heard your uncle say something like "Wait, there´s someone at he door" and five seconds later he opened up.

"Hey kiddo! I wasn´t expecting you to be here so early" He greeted and hugged you, messing up your hair a little bit on the process.

"Yeah, I just tought that I would drop by, y´know, check you still had your other arm in one piece" you joked as you dropped on his couch as if it was your own house. You had tecnically been raised in this house as well as your own.

"Where´s Maddie?" You asked Tom as he plopped himself besides you and turned off the tv which was playing a telenovela.

"Oh you know she´s out with the kids..." It seemed he realized his choice off words as they slowly faded towards the end of the sentence.

"Kids?" You looked at him as if he had gone crazy in the last 24 hours "Are you feeling alright? First aliens, now kids..."

He almost jumped out of the couch as he started walking towards the kitchen "Oh you know, I meant the animals, she sometimes says her patients are like her kids, so it must have rubbed off on me".

Someone had to give it to that man, Tom Wachowski was no bad liar.

"Mhm... And does she always take Ozzy to the vet with her?" You asked even further, confused for the missing friendly dog.

"No!" He nearly screamed, at that point you had gotten up from your spot and followed him all the way into the kitchen. "Is just that Ozzy had a bad cough, so she wanted to check it out".

"Okay..." You reluctantly agreed to the explanation.

The rest of the morning went by smoothly, you two talked and you even helped him with patching up some holes in the walls that he blamed the racoons for. But lunch was fastly approaching and no matter how sad it made you to leave you had a hedghog to take care of.

But, first, you had to use the bathroom. You told your uncle that much (about going to the bathroom, not about the alien hedghog) and left for the upstairs bathroom, because, you simply liked it better.

As you were done with your business and were leaving the room you noticed something strange, unusual for most of the times you had been to the Wachowski home.

The attic door was down. Right there, in the middle of the hallway.

Assuming that your Uncle had gone up to put something away, or sothing of sorts, you decided to go up to check it out. What you certainly were not expecting was the way the place was fixed up, there were comic books everywhere, a puff, and what looked like three small beds. The sudden sound of the front door banging was what took you out of your inspection.

Quikly you made your way down the stairs, and the closer you got to the front door the more you could hear your auntie screaming.

"...They were not there! And neither was him! I´m telling you, he did something to them!" You could hear her and you were sure that anyone that was outside on the sidewalk could as well.

"Maddie, calm down, they´re okay!" Tom was definitely trying to get a word in, but his wife´s shouts wouldn´t let him.

"What´s wrong, who´s missing?" You asked as you finally arrived to the place they were both standing.

Maddie whipped her head around so quickly you feard she would snap her neck, and then she just looked at you as if she could not believe you were standing there.

Tom telling her that "he tried to explain it to her" went over your head as a fluffy animal walked into the house.

"Ozzy! How´re you doing girl? Is your cough better?" You asked as you petted the animal which was constantly trying to lick your face.

"Are you alright?" Maddie asked as she knelt besides you. You laughed.

"Yeah, why wouldn´t I be?"

That answer seemed to calm her down as she stood up and left to talk to Tom.

"Dad! I know you said we had to go out for some time to take in some sun, but Tails scrapped his knee, and so we had to come back..." You heard a voice that suddenly went silent as it stood behind you.

You turned around, your aunt and uncle besides you.

There, in the front door of your uncle´s house, stood a perfect blue copy of Shadow.

"I´m sorry, why did nobody told me my cousin had come home?" It spoke.

And then you fainted.

Taglist:@boogiemansbitch@vxllys@whoisgami@baby-bloos@sapphireravensworld@mothmanperson@4rm-the-mf-concrete@eliknowsnothing@pooplyface1423