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Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - this is a serious operation

Reyes watches Amadeus unpack the ophthalmology equipment with an expression of someone condemned to an electric chair.

“What are you a doctor of again?” he asks. He appears much less jittery than he was in the debrief, but he’s been going up and down since he woke up still on the resonance table. He went out like a light halfway through the MRS scan. Tony thought they’ve actually gone and killed him, but, surprise surprise, he really just passed out after over eighteen hours on the go. Montesi told them to leave him to it and had one of the nurses fetch a blanket.

Is he still in shock? He was definitely in shock when he crawled out of The Charger. He didn’t even ask for his phone back until they were nearly back at the base. But no, somebody in medical would’ve noticed this morning.

Amadeus belatedly remembers he was asked a question. “Technically, I’m not a doctor in any capacity. But I have the manual for these.”

The OCT hasn’t been used since they introduced Mark Threes and the drift technology stopped being quite so dangerous to new users, but it seems to be in a good condition. Nurse Carter had an ophthalmologist from the local hospital come over with his own gear to sort out Reyes’s eye after his accident, and at the time there was no reason to suspect it would be needed again. Amadeus really should know better than trust outside expertise with this kind of stuff.

“I feel like this should have come up before now.” Reyes wrinkles his nose. “How–”

“I’m very smart.” This never seems to be a good enough explanation for anyone. “I could’ve wasted time getting approval from some dusty old people halfway across the world, or done something useful with it. Besides, I basically grew up around academics, it rubs off on you.” It’s not a lie, if he counts Herc’s extended family. Somehow, he doesn’t think Reyes would care for his tragic backstory. “Don’t worry, Tony had me sit the exams before he let me loose on his lab.”

That also never seems to convince anyone – it shouldn’t, for people who aren’t Amadeus – but he has long made peace with it and at least Reyes doesn’t just. Up and leave. He does seem to find it funny, though. It’s weird to see his face do anything but scowl.

“I thought I’m the only underqualified person around here.”

“Excuse me,” Amadeus scoffs. The tomograph blinks to life when he flips the on switch. “I’m exceedingly qualified to take a photo of your eyeball.”

It’s not that he hasn’t noticed it was healing too slowly, but there were so many other priorities along the way. The pressure of a drift has been bursting blood vessels in rangers since the beginning of the program, and while Montesi was a bit concerned about the damage to the pupil, the ophthalmologist confirmed it was nothing to be worried about. At the time.

The software for the scanner comes on a CD, because of course it does. Amadeus is ninety percent sure he’s got a reader somewhere in his desk. His office is permanently in the state of what Tony generously calls a creative disaster, but he only has to move one half-deconstructed drone before he unearths an external CD drive alongside several spare memory ones he’s meant to re-label at some point… Later. At some point later. When he turns to triumphally plug the thing into his laptop, Reyes looks at him with a poorly disguised judgement.

“I have a system,” he lies.

“…Sure.”

Time to get this situation back on track. “Have you had any vision problems?”

“No.” Reyes never reported any pain, although Amadeus is beginning to suspect he’s the type to manfully ignore discomfort until it’s unavoidable. He doesn’t know if leukocoria ever occurs without some blurriness – or if that’s indeed what he saw whenever Brooks changed projector settings – but he can find that out after he’s examined it for himself. “What does this do?”

Amadeus checks the expiration date on the eyedrops before passing them to him. “You look into that lens there for ten minutes, I scan the back of your eye. No touching, and it shouldn’t hurt. At the end, I get a detailed image of the retina, and you avoid bright lights for a few hours. How’s that?”

To no apparent protest, Amadeus consults the manual to get the software going before strapping Reyes’s chin into the tomograph. He doesn’t really expect to find anything out of order – no pain, no sight issues, no headaches unrelated to the drift apparatus – but their new ranger is enough of an anomaly already. He’s not going to risk his solo pilot going the way of Spector – all the potential bursting like a soap bubble on an unasked question.

It takes slightly longer than ten minutes, because just this once Amadeus might have to admit that not having done this before somewhat hampers his confidence in getting the readings right. There’s discoloration around the macula, but that’s hardly a concern – nothing ever looks the same under a microscope as it does in textbook photos, and if he’s being honest, he was worried he’d find the retina already peeling off. The spectral domain view seems to have a little more to it than the example images would suggest, and eventually Amadeus gives in and asks Reyes to put the dilating eyedrops in his healthy eye, too.

“How’s your brother anyway?” he asks, mostly to keep his thinking face at bay. This is why he doesn’t normally work with live sub—with patients. He really should’ve asked one of the nurses to assist, if only to provide the small talk. “Look to the left. Has he been watching the news?”

Reyes doesn’t answer for a long moment. When he does, he sounds like there’s something stuck in his throat: “The children’s centre doesn’t allow jaeger broadcasts until after the fact. Just in case.”

“In case of—? Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Great fucking job, Cho. “Well, it’s been after the fact for a while! Didn’t you call him from the chopper?”

“His phone was off.” Another bout of silence. “His key worker texted me, said he was alright. I’m going to pick him up after this.”

“You’re going to look high for at least an hour,” Amadeus warns him. “And Kate wanted to discuss your media presence.” The eye on the other side of the lens begins blinking rapidly. “Stop that, I can’t scan your eyelid.”

“Who’s Kate?”

“Kate Bishop? She’s Jen’s PR girl.”

“PR.” It’s probably possible to inject more dread into two letters, but not without a lot of effort. “You mean—like an interview?”

There’s no thickening present on the healthy eye, and the difference is minimal. For all that he didn’t think anything would show up, it’s somehow really frustrating that the best he’s got is some minor abnormalities that can probably be explained away with the original damage and not enough sleep. He’ll have to run it by someone who knows better – and maybe ask Brooks to look out for the eyeshine. It was probably just a weird reflection, but it won’t hurt to make a note.

“More like full stage prep and making you memorise the party line. I wouldn’t really know, for some reason she never wanted me in front of the cameras.” He looks up from the laptop. Reyes isn’t prone to going pale, but he’s certainly lost some colour. “You fought a building-sized demon. You can’t be scared of reporters.”

“I’m not.”

“Uh-huh. You can move now, I’m done.” Reyes blinks owlishly, trying to refocus his eyes at a normal distance. His pupils are huge from the drops, which gives Amadeus an idea. It’s not that he wants to purposefully interfere with Kate’s job – this is how he shows his fondness, if anyone asks. “You know, if you talk to her now, she’ll have to let you go until you can handle spotlights again. I think... six hours? Should do it?”

“You think?”

“You’re free to get a second opinion.”

That nets him an actual smile. Turns out, Amadeus has a bedside manner after all.

(if you saw fake science, no you didn't. This is technically still a WIP with another part that's supposed to be attached but I can't look at eyeballs any longer without developing a very disturbing fetish so)

#ghost rider pacific rim au #robbie reyes #amadeus cho

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thefrontofmymind · 2 years

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there is a thought that has been absolutely MARINATING in my silly little head that i just don't have the energy to actually write so i'm gonna talk about it here bc you actually like,, listen to what i have to say.

Hhh anyway imagine fem!reader being in the yearbook club and being assigned to take pictures of the clubrooms and their members. That's how she meets eddie, and the pictures that she takes of the hellfire club "coincidentally" always come out blurry (when really, reader has a crush on eddie and is just trying to find any excuse to come see him). Eddie ends up inviting reader to join hellfire, and after she joins dustin "accidentally" lets it slip to her that eddie's been referring to her as the "angel of hellfire club".

Jeez this ended up being really long, im sorry - 🌙

The Angel of Hellfire Club (Eddie Munson x fem!Reader) Headcanons

a/n: yeah this got away from me a bit, i'm not gonna lie to you, moon. still, i hope you enjoy, i could maybe do a second part if you so please? xx @anonmoonie

WARNINGS: nothing honestly, a tiiiny allusion to sex but like barely, otherwise some friends-ish-to-lovers :)

- So it starts like your freshman year, you join the yearbook club because you’re really interested in photography and you think it’s a good place to get some experience taking photos. Unfortunately the senior who’s in charge of the photography unit is like super mean and bossy and makes you do all the worst jobs like taking photos of the science dissections and forcing you to go on the wilderness camps and stuff to ‘capture the high school experience’, and it also means you’re stuck having to photograph any old club that wants their photo in the yearbook

- You’d never heard of the Hellfire Club before, they weren’t overly your scene–your parents would flip if they knew the kind of ‘devil worship’ the club did, though you thought they were quite funny

- As much as it seemed like a punishment at the time–paying your dues to be able to take some real photos for the yearbook–it was a blessing in the form of an afternoon of laughs and like 4 wasted rolls of film

- It was the leader of the little club–he was a sophomore at the time–Eddie. He was the one corralling everyone into a big group, when you’d tell everyone to smile nicely, since this was a yearbook photo and all, but something about him just made the rest of the club go wild when you went to take the photo; tongues out, devil horns made out of their hands, weird contortions with their legs

- Eddie watched as you fiddled with the camera every time you’d have to set up for a new photo, your eyebrows furrowed as you messed with the aperture and exposure to get the perfect shot–the camera they gave you in high school was a lot more advanced than the one your parents had gifted you for Christmas in the eighth grade

- He couldn’t deny he thought you were kinda cute, that was why he wanted to tease you, and the rest of the Hellfire Club just went along with whatever Eddie did,,,,

- Eventually you felt like you got a good enough shot, most of the club was smiling into the lens–though the leader still couldn’t help but throw a ‘rock on’ hand gesture into the mix but it would just have to do because your free period was just about over and you still had to photograph three other clubs

- As the group left the gym, you didn’t neglect to notice that the long-haired leader was smirking at you and you swore you heard him say goodbye in the shuffle of all the people, though you were mostly distracted by one of the other members, Jeff, apologising for their antics–they just couldn’t help it sometimes, he said.

- From then on, you noticed the Hellfire Club and their leader a lot more–you noticed where they sat at lunch, you noticed when they’d creep off to the drama room on Fridays to play their little game, and somehow, during changeover periods, you managed to run into that Eddie almost every. single. day.

- Between just saying hi, commenting on the weather, and then offering to carry your books for you to your next class, you couldn’t get away from Eddie Munson. Though he was starting to grow on you

- It was just the fact that he was always there in your peripheral, it became a comfort.

- So when you were told to get some filler shots of all the clubs for the back pages of the yearbook, you knew EXACTLY what club you wanted to shoot first.

- It was a rainy Tuesday morning, the transition between second and third period, when Eddie popped up at the side of your locker like he normally did, asking how your morning was going, when you asked point blank if you could join the Hellfire Club for one meeting to take some candid shots.

- Of course he IMMEDIATELY said yes, told you what day, what time, what room, he asked if you needed anything like lights or something, he could order a pizza or something if you were hungry? He basically hyperventilated on the spot.

- You weren’t doing great yourself, freaking out because of course you realised very quickly what the bubbling in your chest every time he was near meant, but you were just a freshman yearbook nerd

- You decided the best way to go about it was being professional, you were a photographer, and he was your subject, and that was it–you had to take it seriously or else you’d be stuck just developing photos for the next three years and you’d never get to take another photo for the yearbook again

- So come Friday afternoon, you stayed with the club for about an hour, took photos of all their little game pieces and some candids while they were playing, and quickly left, saying you had to get back to the dark room to get developing already

- Eddie was a little hurt, he’d modified the session to make it as crazy as possible, to give you a real look into DnD, but before he knew it, you were out the door

- And then you’d stopped saying hello to him in the halls, and then at the beginning of the next year you took over photographing the music department so there was no more Hellfire Club photo sessions with you

- You almost became like a myth to the Hellfire Club, when Gareth joined, he only heard rumours of you from the rest of the guys, and that was the way it stayed–only with occasional mentions and teasings of Eddie about the ‘Angel of Hellfire’ –a nickname he’d come up with for an NPC who’d reminded him of you, though he’d never got the chance to tell you

- Now MEANWHILE, you’re dealing with monsters and evil shit from the Upside Down (you’re probably friends with Jonathan, let’s say that’s how you got involved) so you’re in with all the kids and friends with them

- So when they all start high school, even though you graduated the year before, you still want to know all the gossip and happenings of Hawkins High

- And when Dustin, Mike and Lucas tell you they’ve joined a DnD club called Hellfire, you first off, choke on whatever you were eating or drinking, and then ask them a million questions about all the old members and who is still there and stuff–you know Eddie is a super duper Senior so of course he’s still there but you want to hear it (because you still can’t help the butterflies in your stomach when you think of him,,,,call it puppy love or whatever but something about those big brown eyes has a hold on you that years of interdimensional monsters and trauma can’t get rid of)

- Of course, its Dustin who puts two and two together and realises that the elusive Angel of Hellfire (who he knew liked photography and was part of the yearbook committee) was you, he had to do something

- So he makes a plan early in the year–he tells Eddie he needs help with his character sheet for their next campaign, so could Eddie help him figure it out in the drama room after school that day, Eddie begrudgingly says yes–he just had to help out one of his little sheepies

- And he tells you, he thinks something weird is going on in the drama room–something Upside Down weird–and he needs help investigating after school, so you drop everything at your job at the Hawkins Post and rush as quick as you can to the school

- Eddie was waiting for Dustin–who was like ten minutes late–and was starting to get actually pissed off, he had a deal he had to get to and he didn’t like to look flakey in front of customers

- He basically couldn’t breathe when you rushed into the drama room, out of breath and clutching a baseball bat with nails hammered into the end of it

- You quickly realised the scheming that had taken place, but there was something drawing you to him, you just had to say hello now, it would be rude to just leave

- ‘Uh, hey,’ you said, still trying to catch your breath

‘Hi…’ His eyes looked so soft in the dim lighting of the room, you could see everything reflected in them. ‘Funny seeing you here….’

- It’s suuuuper awkward but you so want to talk to him (you also so want to kiss him but that would be insane, right?)

- It was honestly pitiful how quickly the two of you were on each other, something about the fact that you hadn’t seen each other since you graduated, along with the knowledge that some scheming had taken place, it just felt right.- You didn’t get far in the drama room–it was school, for crying out loud, but you had a free schedule, so it didn’t take much convincing for you to head back to Eddie’s trailer after the deal he had to make, and lets say,,,,you weren’t an angel that night (lmao i’m sorry that last line made me laugh too much not to include it)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4

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n0b0dy11 · 2 years

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Ghost ~DreamWasTaken

╔═════ ∘◦ ☆ ◦∘ ══════╗ !TW! abuse drinking suicide Mention of Rape !TW! ╚═════ ∘◦ ☆ ◦∘ ══════╝

Y/n Pov:

I was here once again, staring at my wall as if a monster was ready crawl out of it. Maybe it would and it would eat me.

I like that idea, maybe I even found it comforting instead of scary, weird, freaky or whatever others would say.

My mother was out drinking again, my father had left when I was 11 years old. Mother blames me for his absence. Is it my fault? I ask myself that a lot, maybe it is, and maybe it isn't I will never know, because he isn't here to answer the questions now is he?

I had a few friends, not even sure if I could call them friends. They sat next to me in the cafeteria but then again there isn't anywhere else they can sit, maybe it's just a pity act? Wouldn't be the first,I mean I haven't ever even been invited to any of the hang outs.

And now I have nothing. School is over, for at least a period of time every day I would be somewhere 'usefull' but then again that was also bullshit. I have worked my ass of in that school yet all they left me with is another mental illness.

And I was so sick of it.

I was always there! I gave my notes to classmates, I stood up for people who got bullied and take their beatings instead, I made class funny, I did everything. But nobody noticed. i was a nobody, a ghost, a wallflower.

I heard them all when they whispered about me in the halls and when they gave me looks I would see it, I'm a 'ghost' after all, I hear and see everything even when it wasn't meant for me. It was just my luck seeing everybody around me happy, laughing and playing with each other. Yet just one person, that's all I asked One Fucking Person to be there beside me. Of course that was too much to ask.

"What are you doing here?" my mother's slurred words caught me out of my thoughts. She looked horrible, her mascara was smudged, her hair full of knots, her eyes red, her lipstick smeared, she just looked like a mess.

"this is my home too you know."

I really don't need this right now.

"DON'T SAS ME!"

I just rolled my eyes, fixing them on my phone instead of looking at the poor excuse of a mother. I opened the first thing that popped up, 'instagram'. But when I opened it, I closed it just as fast. I was met with all the photos of prom night, a party as a farwell, the girls showing their dresses before posting their reaction of walking inside, the boys with their typical mirror photo's. i didn't know. i wasn't even invited.

I was just a ghost, alone, here.

"Oh! So you're going to in-gnore me too?! Why don't you just move out?! You don't help me with anything! You just sit around and mope all day!!"

"You don't know?! YOU DON'T FUCKING SEE?! I HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO LOOK FOR A JOB BECAUSE MY, SUPPOSED TO BE, MOTHER COULDN'T HANDEL HERSELF!!"

As soon as the words left my mouth it closed again. I saw her eyes widen and her arms reached up. Yup, here comes the slap.

A loud smack was heard in the apartment but would sounded louder and heard more was her whispering, "I wish you were dead."

as do I

So that's were I found myself next. Standing on the bridge, high on pills, blurry eyes from my tears, hair messy, and voice hoarse.

But I couldn't leave life like this. So I did a few things first.

1. I messaged Brian and told him that Rose loved him too. 2. I posted my first picture on Instagram. 3. I texted my mom a last message telling her I forgive her but can't forget. 4. I texted Lilly that it was Jack who poured the milk in her bag. 5. I screamed, "you are enough" at the forest behind me. 6. I liked Clay's photo and messaged him that he shouldn't be insecure about his face and I believe in his streaming career. 7. I sent a lot more messages to the people who loved each other. 8. I exposed my rapist, and Brittany. 9. I took a breath. 10. I was ready to jump.

Clay's Pov:

As soon as I entered the prom ball I knew something was wrong. I mean, it was a good prom, and the drinks weren't spiked.

i think so at least.

But something was missing, as I started looking around I realized what. Y/n wasn't here. I know it was stupid of me to think about her now. I hadn't made an effort to talk to her in all these years we spent together and now I pick the excuse of missing her.

As i wanted to ask Brian, a team mate of mine if he had seen her Brittany walked up to me. She put her hands on my chest and smiled so sickly sweat it almost felt illegal to watch.

"Hey, Clay. Dance?" her words were a bit slurred so I guessed she had already found the drinking stands.

"No thank you," I (tried) to say politely, "Have you seen Y/n?"

"What do you see in the pathetic excuse of an human being?" she spat.

"She's more human than you'll ever be. Have you seen her?"

"No, I see you sitting next to her everywhere! Just look at me, it's obvious she isn't sane!"

"Don't say that!"

Just as I was about to walk away my phone buzzed. I thought it was from George or Sap but when I looked it was an Instagram dm on my private account from Y/n,

"I know, we weren't friends or anything but I hope you know I believe in your streaming career. I hope you'll find your way in it and make this world a better place by inspiring more people than you already have. I hoped we could've been friends and this wouldn't come as such a surprise to you. have fun at prom, Goodbye."

Then it buzzed again. This time she posted something on her story. "I hope you die Y/n." It was a video of Brittany, "Do my homework! Get out of the way." It were different videos with different scenarios. In the first she was talking to Y/n herself, the next to a blond i think called Rose, Brian likes her. It kept on going exposing a lot of Brittany and other people.

But the last was shocking. Everybody had pulled out their phones to watch what she posted next and laughing was heard above the music. And then it played a video of Y/n,

"I hope you see this Jack." a lot of photo's flashed from her looking in the mirror and the bruises on her legs and arms, then a few photo's of Jack trying to kiss some girls who were obviously trying to push him of. "i'm a survivor, and I hope a lot of the other girls he raped will be believed now."

A group surrounded Jack in the middle of the hall, "I am one of them." A girl spoke up, she stepped forward and poured her drink over him, and before we knew it a lot of girls stepped forward. "You have a small one anyway," the last one said.

Jack had been pushed out of the room and everyone cheered, a lot of the girls started chanting Y/n's name and me, being, me I joined in a little later so did the rest of the football team untill everybody was cheering for the one girl who wasn't here tonight.

Where even was she?

I started to wonder where she was before I saw another ping on my phone. looking down at it I saw it was from George and Sap, I smiled at it and opened it but when I saw the words my head was turning.

They texted me a screenshot of a message they got from Y/n, it said something a long the line of, "I know, you're friends with Clay. I hope you'll keep him into what he is doing, make sure to tell him I still believe in him. I know he was the only one who actually cared a little bit so I couldn't send directly at him. Please make him as happy as he did for at least a few seconds of my day.

I know this may seem like a scam and I am sorry if you don't believe me, have a great day further and make sure Clay doesn't feel guilty."

Feel guilty? For what?

┍━━━━━━━♔━━━━━━━┑ the dream team ┕━━━━━━━ ☝︎ ━━━━━━━┙

Pretty privilege Who is she?

Sappy Nappy Yeah? She send almost the same to me? But I don't get a good vibe from this.

Pretty privilege OH NO! He used a punctuation mark But same tho do you know her?

Big D Yes she goed to my school! Y/n the girl I used to talk about? That's her! but she isn't here right now

Sappy Nappy Dude go search her! you've been in love with her since for ever Go on prince charming!!

Pretty privilege Yeah, what do you got to lose?

Big D I had a crush on her a long time ago that's over!! Okay, maybe not completely Where would i even find her

Pretty privilege IDK but yo gotta do it fast cmon this is your like last chance?!

Sappy Nappy VOUCH ^^ Have to agree with th eold man Dream

Big D OKay but how do I find her?

Y/n Pov: As I was looking down, I started questioning this. Maybe it wasn't time for me? Maybe, just maybe, my person would still come? Would they?

Why was i even considering this, I was ready to jump a few minutes ago.

I was ready now. I made a list in my head of people that might have cared end in the end it wasn't that long of a list. It was no list.

But then I heard my phone go off.

Clay: Hey! Thank you for the message i really appreciate the dm! i wanted to get a goodbye from you too? I see you aren't here and i really do consider you my friend So can i find you somexhere?

I hesitated he didn't really care, he was probably dared to do this. But he wouldn't tell people about my message to him. Maybe he would I don't really know him at all.

Me: (Location shared)

Clay: Why are you on the bridge? Y/n? I am coming right now! Please be there

It was a joke. He didn't care. I'll give him 15 minutes. He won't show up.

But I waited. Like I promised. But when I opened my phone to see if he had sent something new, I saw a message from another person.

'Mother': I don't need you to forgive me, i'll be glad if u just jumped

If that's what you want, maybe it's even for the best.

Brittany Golding: Hey girl!!! I wanted to say that from yo posting that stuff didn't change anything. I still hope you disappear.

I will no worries

I checked for him on last time "20 minutes ago", that's it. It was a joke.

I closed my eyes, and stood up. I gave the world one last smile, "look what you did. It's your fault!" tears streamed from my eyes.

"HE LEFT BECAUSE OF YOU!" "LOSER" "Just DIE" "Omg, she's pathetic." "I bet she does selfharm." "I would like it if i didn't need to see her face all the time."

Everything played before my eyes. I saw me getting bullied, I saw my mother drinking, my father leaving, her slapping me, the kids laughing at me, the notes telling me to kill myself. I was ready, but then I heard his voice.

"Don't leave, please."

I chocked back more tears as I tried to ask, "w-why?"

"I care."

"You don't."

"I do."

"You aren't even here. I am imagining you."

"I am here."

Then he took my hand. My eyes snapped open when I felt his hand really slip in mine and pull me of the railing. I fell with my head in his chest and my eyes screwed shut. Tears screamed from my eyes and I started punching his chest.

"I was going to be free!! Why did you stop me?! Why did you fucking stop me!!" I was a sobbing mess now. My hands stopped punching his chest and I slid to the ground. "Why didn't you leave me like everybody else."

He just cupped my face and stared in my eyes. "Because you are enough. Alright, whoever told you otherwise is telling a load of bullshit." his eyes are so green, "I wanted to be your friend ever since I saw you, I, I just thought you were too cool for me and I- don't leave. Please don't leave."

His beautiful eyes were now also shedding tears. How was he still pretty crying?

"You care?" my voice was hoarse and it hurt but it was just loud enough for him to hear.

"I do, I care so fucking much."

"I really fucking do."

"I-I don't know what to say."

He focused his eyes back on me and placed his hands on my neck forcing me closer to him and I was about to question it before he closed his eyes and pressed his lips on mine. I was shocked but kissed back. Moving my hands in his hair, while his hands travelled down and circled my waist.

"Just promise me to not leave. Please. Just don't leave me..." he whispered quietly when he pulled back.

"I promise," I whispered back equally as quiet against his lips.

"Prom isn't over till three hours, want to be my date?"

"M-my dress is at home, and i- I don't really like it."

"Why don't you like it?"

I looked in his eyes, I couldn't tell him. It made ma look fat, it was the truth Brittany said it, mom did, josh did.

"It makes me look fat."

"I don't think anything can make you look fat."

Clay had done a lot of convincing, but in the end I went with him, we danced all night, and I had fun. I felt happy.

And all thanks to Clay.

It has been eight years, me and Clay had started dating after prom and three years later he asked me to marry him. I said yes of course.

I invited my mom to the wedding. She didn't come.

"I am so sorry, my love." Clay whispered in my ear, he had my hands in his while his teary eyes looked at mine equally as wet.

"I don't care, she chose to not come. Her loss."

He smiled at me, it was the best day of my life.

Then after two years of being married we had our first kid. Jason. Both George and Sapnap being the godfathers.

"Darling, I have a surprise for you."

I was very nervous, confidence is key, Y/n.

"If it is a new set of your lingerie I won't hesitate-"

"NO! It actually has to do with that."

"Your lingerie?"

"What you do it and me when I wear it."

No he looked scared. He sad down on the bed and placed his hands on my waist, "Did I do something wrong? If it hurts or-"

"It's perfect," I whispered, I couldn't stop my smile and tears. A stream broke on my face and a grin replaced itself under it.

"Then what's wrong?" he chuckled nervously.

"Nothing's wrong." I watched as his face turned confused.

"You're going to be a dad." I whispered.

I had never seen Clay as happy as he did then. Maybe when he found out it was a boy or when we had our second child. Jenna (Clay's sister) and Karl being her godmother and -father. Millie.

And I lived by my promise, I never tried to take my life again, I never harmed myself in any way again and I just lived my best life. I was happy all thanks to him. I finally was seen, I wasn't a ghost anymore.

Clay "dream" Fisher. My person.

A/n I hope none of you ever feel like this. Of you do i am so sorry, I hope you will find help or 'your person, if not don't worry about it for now you are here for a reason and I care a lot! Have a nice day and try to eat and/or drink, have some good rest, don't feel about taking some time for yourself. Lots of love, NLP

#dream #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #ghost #georgenotfound #sapnap #gnf #dwt #dsmp #mcyt #oneshot #imagine #xreader

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maximumjinx · 3 years

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Steven Universe Gravity Falls AU

~Yknow what they say, if you run out of content, ya gotta make it yourself. This is a ? shot (I might continue or not who knows not me) please don’t ask for more I have 18 unfinished fanfics on this site.~

California was nice, Steven had to admit. The people were nice, the food was fantastic, and the weather was splendid. It reminded him a lot of Beach City. Though there were just so many people, and traveling north, Steven was beginning to long for something small and simple again.

Oregon was the perfect place for that, right?

“Ronaldo wants pictures of Bigfoot, and if anyone can find him, its you Steven.” Petey’s voice was faint on Steven’s phone speaker, tossed into the passenger seat as Steven blindly picked a highway exit.

“Sure Petey, but couldn’t Ronaldo just go to a circus?”

“Not big feet Steven,” Petey emphasized, “Bigfoot.”

“Saying it twice isn’t helping buddy.” Steven was half paying attention. He was focusing on the winding roads and the looming trees surrounding him. Deep, in the pit of Steven’s stomach, he felt something start to tug him toward one direction farther away from the highway. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or bad feeling yet.

“Forget it, I’m going to take a blurry photo of that mean Gem in the woods and say its Bigfoot.”

“Just don’t let Jasper catch you, she’s no joke when she’s angry.”

“I saw her ripping grass out of the ground I think I’ll be fine. Later dude.”

Steven heard a small click and smiled to himself. He’s happy to see how far the people of Beach City have come and how they’ve taken to the gems. He remembers when the Crystal Gems were once the outcasts of town that locals warned you to stay away from.

He looked up to see a welcome sign.

“Gravity falls. Well, that’s a funny name.”

—

Steven wanted small and simple but he feels he may have overshot it.

This small town had exactly three attractions. A town museum that mentioned marrying woodpeckers (Steven couldn’t figure out if that was a normal human thing, like taxes and velcro), a small diner, and as one local described it ‘some tourist trap’ deep in the woods. It was a sticky summer day and the former two attractions didn’t have airconditioning. Steven gambled on the last stop in hopes of stretching his legs and maybe finding a source to the strange feeling in his gut. It had become much stronger since he entered this small town. Alluring, but nothing related to Gems as far as Steven could tell.

He parked in the nearly empty lot and stepped out. Jacket wrapped loosely around his hips, Steven made his way inside.

A girl that looked about 13 was petting a pig on the front porch. She was incredibly reflective, and depsite the heat wore a knitted bedazzled sweater that made her glow like a disco ball in the sun.

She looked Steven up and down as he approached, a wide smile taking up her face and Steven saw bright braces with colored bands.

“Hi!” She launched upwards, startling the pig away, “I’m Mabel, but you can call me anytime.” The girl winked and stuck out her hand, palm facing the floor.

Steven blinked.

“Mabel, stop scaring away the customers!” A gruff voice yelled through the screen door, and soon an older man stepped out in a suit, wearing a fez and eyepatch.

Immediately the old man squinted at Steven, sizing him up.

Stanley Pines knew this teen wasn’t local, but he wasn’t sure if he had any money. For all he knew he was another boy trying to hit on his giftshop cashier, Wendy.

Oh well, a customer is a customer.

“Come in, come in, and see our mystical and magical wonders!”

“Magical?” This could be it, Steven could figure out why this town has felt off. Maybe it was gem related after all.

Quickly this older man who had introduced himself as Mr. Mystery gave Steven a tour of what looked like failed taxidermy projects. Now Steven may have a lived a sheltered childhood, but he felt pretty confident there was no such thing as a Sashcrotch. And so far, nothing had felt magical or mysterious.

“That concludes our tour! Here is our mistifying giftshop and it’s purchasable wonders!”

“Right...” Well, at the very least he was able to spend some time in airconditioning.

There was a girl behind the desk in plaid that looked about Steven’s age, and just a half inch shorter than him. She looked bored, flipping through a magazine as a young boy that looked a lot like Mabel made googly eyes as he swept by the door.

Steven guessed there was no harm in asking around.

“Hi, I’m Steven.” He smiled easily, walking up to the register.

“No refunds, even if an exhibit bit you.” She sighed, peeking up before turning back to her magazine.

“Oh no, nothing bit me, I just wanted to know something.”

She looked up to get a better look at Steven and gave a small smirk.

“Sure, but only because I like your shirt. Mr. Universe merch, now that’s a deep cut.”

Unbeknownst to Steven, Dipper Pines would had been watching the exchange felt a twinge of uneasiness as this out of towner talked with Wendy.

“Have you ever seen anything strange or weird actually happen in this town?”

Wendy’s smile dropped.

“Why do you ask?” Her eyes flickered to Dipper, just for a moment, and that was all he needed to rush over.

“Excuse me sir, please buy something or exit the store.” Dipper spoke in the deepest voice he could muster.

Steven looked over with a questioning expression.

“Oh sure uh-“ He blindly reached for the wad of bills that his dad had given to him before he left. Steven pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the counter. Wendy looked up baffled as Steven stuffed the other cash back in his wallet.

“Boy was I wrong about you kid!” Mr. Mystery, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, now bounded over. He had loosened his tie and lost the eyepatch which turned out he never needed.

“Whaddya wanna know? I’ll tell you everything. There’s gnomes in the woods you know-“

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper protested loudly, dragging his Stan away and harshly whispering at him.

“Did you steal that money?” Wendy asked as Steven watched the pair whisper fight in the corner. He turned back to the girl and gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh no, my dad gave it to me before this roadtrip. He’s actually Mr. Universe.”

Wendy lit up.

“No freaking way! Your dad is Mr. Universe? I only got into him since he managed Sadie Killer and the Suspects and they always perform covers of his songs on tour, I can’t believe he’s your dad!” She rambled, stars in her eyes. Steven beamed, he loved when people praised his dad’s music. Greg really deserved it.

Steven learned Wendy’s name and they swapped stories back and forth, only interrupted as the girl from outside slowly rose from the behind the counter beaming.

“A cute musician that loves weird stuff, take me now.” She swooned. Steven blushed profusely, not used to the attention.

“Sorry, my girlfriend Connie probably wouldn’t like that very much.” He said gently. Mabel looked him up and down and pouted.

“I can wait, but not forever.” She warned, and winked, bounding to break apart her grunkle and Dipper, who are now whisper screaming with arms flailing.

“I wasn’t going to mention that Dorito shaped jerk! Just the normal stuff!”

“It’s dangerous! He could be a spy, or government, or another stack of gnomes!”

Steven raised an eyebrow and looked at Wendy. She chuckled and shrugged. Steven carefully approached them.

“He can hear everything you’re saying anyways so might as well tell him!” Mabel interrupted, nodding towards Steven as he came up.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m definitely not government.” Steven technically didn’t exist at all. He never had a social security card and didn’t have a birth certificate.

Dipper only glared. Rich strangers with an interest in the paranormal didn’t come through gravity falls without some kind of agenda.

Steven hated the conflict he was starting. No information was worth this family fighting.

“Okay,” he surrendered, hands up, “I’ll just go. I’ll stick around town until tomorrow if you change your minds”

“Wait Steven-”

“Let him go Wendy,” Dipper glared as the boy in pink walked out, “We can’t trust him.”

“But I was going to ask for Sadie tickets...” Wendy groaned, defeated.

“There’s something weird about him.”

“Great!” Mabel beamed, “He’ll fit right in.”

~.~

Steven wasn’t crazy about sleeping in his car, but was seriously considering it after seeing the state of his motel room. It looked like it hadn’t been used in decades, a thin line of dust covering every surface. He was also pretty sure they didn’t even have free ice.

“Wish Pearl were here..” He mumbled, exhausted. He curled up on top of the covers, fully clothed, and let sleep take him.

Being Steven Universe however, meant rest was sure to allude the half alien.

Steven found himself in a dark space, fog all around him. Before a word could come out of his mouth he heard a fast, repetitive muttering.

“Stranger...Wendy looked pretty today..Can’t trust...Tell no one...Ford isn’t here..��

“What, the-” Steven quietly walked toward the source of dialogue, and saw the faded silhouette of the boy from the Mystery Shack. His back was turned to him, but Steven recognized the blue vest and mosquito bitten legs.

“I thought I was over the dream hopping.” Steven spoke a tad too loudly, starting the young boy - Dipper.

“What-” Dipper’s eyes grew wide in panic, and the boy fell back harshly.

“No, no, you can’t be in my head!”

“Wait, I’m not-” Steven tried to reassure him, stepping carefully towards the boy but Dipper let out a screech of terror, sweat gathering around his temples.

“Bill sent you didn’t he?! He’s not really gone- he’s going to hurt Mable again-” Dipper began to hyperventilate.

“Dipper please,” Steven took a step back, arms in the air in surrender.

“I-”

“I’m not going to hurt you I swear on the gems.” He placed a hand over his heart. “This is a total invasion of privacy but it’s something that happens when someone’s emotions are out of control-”

“How are you here?” Dipper demanded, scrambling to his feet. “Tell me what you are and what you want.”

“I’m just passing through!” Steven insisted, then lowered his tone to calm the younger boy. “I’m kinda of magnet for weird stuff. I just wanted to help in case anything was going on.”

“We deal with things just fine around here.” Dipper spat, then watched as Steven deflated. He seemed tired, like he hasn't slept well in a while.

“So what are you anyways? How can you be here?”

Steven winced, and laughed nervously. “It’s kind of a long story..”

Dipper raised and eyebrow and swept his arm around the void dramatically.

“You have until dawn.”

“I thought that was a conspiracy theory, it wasn’t even covered by major news outlets.” Dipper look exhausted, cross legged on the unseen floor as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I think Garnet is pretty persuasive when it comes to government and reporters. They all kinda fall in love with her.”

“She’s the one that’s really two aliens?”

Steven shook his head with a small smile. “It’s hard to explain but yes, I guess that comes close.”

“That’s actually insane. I’m insane, aren’t I?” Dipper stood up, leaving Steven on sitting next to an empty space. “It’s been too quiet around here and now I’m so desperate for weird, that I’m making it all up in my head.”

“I get that feeling.” Steven smiled without humor, “but no, this is real. I’ll prove it when you wake up.” Steven felt a shift, the fog in the void getting denser.

“Sooner than I thought, you’re an early riser huh?”

Dipper looked back at Steven, panicked. “You’ll come to the Shack again right? In just a bit?”

Steven smiled. “Promise.”

Dipper woke up to his sister braiding his hair. Mabel still had her pjs on, and a make up kit next to the bed. Dipper frowned, tasting strawberry shortcake.

“Stop testing party looks on me, Mabel.”

“Stop having my face structure and maybe I will.” She grinned, covered in blue glitter.

Dipper quickly washed up and got dressed for the day, feeling like he was anxiously waiting for something but not quite remembering what.

He felt like he had a strange dream last night...

He quickly remembered, choking on cereal as Steven walked into the shack right as it opened. Hair slightly frizzy from the heat and eyes strangely tired. Maybe dream hopping took energy that he anticipated.

“Steven!”

“Meal ticket!”

“Grunkle Stan.” Mabel chastised as Dipper rushed over to the older boy.

“Good morning everyone.”

Dipper stopped short, slightly hoping that everything he experienced wasn’t just his imagination. That everything exciting and weird and interesting wasn’t always trying to kill him, ruin his life, or steal his candy.

Steven looked tired, like he had been doing this much longer than Dipper, but he had still come out with enough energy to smile.

“Not insane?” Dipper asked hopefully, quietly. Steven snapped his attention from his Grunkle and Mable bickering down to the Dipper. He gave a reassuring smile, eyes quite serious.

“Not insane.”

#I feel like I made up a strange tension but please don't ship them THEYRE FOUND FAMILY #Steven universe #gravity falls #universe falls #???#what's the tag?#dipper pines #Mabel pines #grunkle stan #stan pines #bill cipher #this is something or maybe nothing idk people need to give me plot ideas #probably no plot just one shot series

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miss-nishinoya · 3 years

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I have request: bakugo, tamaki, mirio reacting to reader yelling at them. Make it angsty. Pls. Hi btw. 👀

heyy muah 😽

mirio togata (x abusive reader)

"Hi, sunshine!" Mirio was late for the date. Again.

"Where were you?" You ask, with a extremely polite tone, and his eyes already loose all the light they had when he saw you.

"I'm sorry, darling, Eri wanted to play a little more and i-"

"And again you choose her over me, right? I'm starting to figure out your priorities in life." You insist on the calm, low way to say your words, and stare at him with murder eyes.

"She is a little girl... i love her as... as a daughter. H-how can you say something like that..." Mirio is starting to breakdown, starting to doubt his own feelings.

"I'm being realistic." You grab his arm and stick your nails deep on his skin. "She is not your daughter, and you'll never be able to cover the emptiness she already holds. Only a fool like you to think that she could ever see you as a father figure... All you do is be clingy and annoying around her!" Togatas eyes drops to the ground and he plays with the sleeve of his shirt to avoid the tears.

"It's ok if she does not see me like that..." He offers you a depressed smile. "All i want is to ease her pain, even if it's just a little. And i need to take care of her-"

"Of course... guess i'm just overeacting again, sorry. I don't need your attention and support as she does..." You know exactly what to say to put some guilt on his back.

"No-no, don't say that! Your feelings are important to me too, and i'm so sorry that i let you down again, i swear i won't repeat this..."

"Tsc... the same thing you said last time. And here we are, having the same discussion... you're so dumb i swear-"

"I'm sorry... let's just... enjoy our date?"

"Hah- Funny how you say that you care but try to avoid the topic at all costs."

"I'm- fuck, how could i be so unsensitive...? do it, tell me everything you are feeling. I promise i'll fix."

"Don't make promises you can't keep. The only thing that could solve this problem would be you let go of this... this... stupid child!" You stop the pressure on his arm and start gentle massaging the place. "It's between me and her. I won't take excuses this time."

"But, but..." Mirio take a moment to think of the best words choice. "Eri makes me so happy... after i lost my quirk my days has been only her... she helps me to forget too..."

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?" The tone makes him focus on you again.

"No..."

"SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You point an accusing finger to his face and straight your posture.

Before talking again, you take a good, long, amused look at how destroyed he is. A tiny smile emerges.

"I don't have time to your FUCKING VICTMISM! 'After i lost my quirk' *cry noises* THAT'S BULLSHIT. DEAL WITH IT! RECOVER ALREADY, USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" You push him.

"You're right..." Togata feels like an idiot. Why can't he just surpass the pain? Why does he need someone to do it? He has one simple task and he keeps failing.

Useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless...

"DID I SAY THAT YOU COULD FUCKING SPEAK?" You aren't done with him yet. "WHY ARE YOU SO ANNOYING? YOU... SELFISH BITCH! Can't you think of others feelings for once? Damn..."

Mirio is taking everything you give him with a fake smile, but he can't stop the tears. You're right, you always are.

Is his fault. If only he had make to the date in time, if he was able to not always talk about himself-

"ANSWER ME NOW, UNWANTED TRASH!"

"I'm being so s-selfish..." The tears empaze his words in a way that would be painful to anyone that watched, but not for you. Tears mean that you won. "I apologize for being uncapable to solve my own problems... Please..."

"I'm done with this. Have fun babysitting Eri, because you just lost me." You proceed to walk away, but Togata runs to you.

"I can't do this alone. Don't leave me, please! I swear i'll be good, i will be always happy to you and you won't even notice my selfish problems. I promise, just please, PLEASE..." Mirio begging after all the yelling, all the bad things he heard... is the prove you needed that he is eating on the palm of your hand.

"I don't need a fucking dependent on my back!" With this, the sweet smile finally fades as he lets out a sad whimper.

"NO! I love you so much, give me just one more chance!" None of the "other times" were his fault either, but he felt as it was.

"I can't, you are destroying me, Mirio...."

"It wasn't the intention..." You turn away and he starts panicking. "I'LL DO ANYTHING, I'M BEGGING!"

"I already told you what i want you to do." You know that you're incisive and painfully killing any sign of joy he once saw.

"Sure, i-i will..." He is a crying mess, just to think that he would have to give up on his favorite person to have you.

"Amazing... Are you crying, love? Aw, don't be like that, shh... I'm sorry, i took it too far. I need to learn how to hide my feelings... shh.... It's ok." You hug him and pats his head, he doesn't stop crying. (this is not comfort and it's not a soft ending for clear reasons)

All the insults spin on his head, as he shakily curls into your chest.

Tamaki:

"Fairy... really, Tamaki?" The question floated in the air, as Amajiki only stared at his hands.

"S-she is m-my friend..."

Were she inducing him into flirt? Yes.

But did he tried to stop it? No.

You got so mad, watching your boyfriend sit there and watch as his "friend" threw herself to him.

"And because she is your friend, you think you are allowed to flirt with her?" It felt like you were dealing with a child, holding back your anger and jealousy so he don't get hurt.

"W-wasn't flirtying..."

"Oh, right. So how do you call it?"

"C-complimenting my friend..?" He makes himself as smaller as he can and waits, never staring at you.

"Are you playing dumb with me? She was obviously seducing you and you didn't move an inche!" It's so tiring how he can't stand for himself.

"I was being friendly..."

"FRIENDLY?" He flinches, starting to tremble and whisper to himself. "YOU WOULD'VE CHEATED ON ME IF I DIDN'T STOP HER!"

"N-no..." Tamaki hates screams so much.

"LIAR! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU ARE TOO INNOCENT, IT'S SO-"

You look at Tamaki and he is sobbing, asking for forgiviness but is barely audible. It breaks your heart when he starts punching himself.

The world is all blurry to Amajikis, he hates this part of his personality so much, and you were the only one that he thought understands him, that you understood how hard it is for him, but he is trying his best.

"Tamaki?" You were calling him since you noticed that you were screaming, but he spaced out. "I'm sorry, oh my god, answer me-"

The only one he thought fully understands...

"Sorry, baby!!! Look at me, oh fuck!"

Liar? Cheater? Is this all you have to say about him? Coudn't be more caring with the words?

Is in times like this that we really get to know someone, he ponders.

"I-i-i c-can't d-do this any-anymore..." He then runs for his life.

Amajiki told Mirio and Nejire about everything, and aa the protectors they are, both helped him to avoid you as the month passed.

Came to the point that Tamaki alone didn't look at you anymore, your face alone make him feel anxious.

and that was when you knew that the lovebirds feel apart.

Bakugo

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Katsuki was raging, for the third time this week.

"Angel, i would like it better if we sit here and talk..."

"Who cares about what you think?" He is stubborn, you can tell after 2 years of dating.

"Katsuki, stop being immature for a minute." You aren't on the mood to take his drama today, and he doesn't notice that he is crossing a line.

"What about YOU stop being A WHORE, SHITTY PERSON!"

Katsuki is mad at you for posting a pic with your guy bestfriend. His jealousy is getting out of hand, the photo has none romantic appealing.

"You better apologize now." You're firm with him, not backing up even when the little explosions start on his hands.

"I am the one to apologize? Fuck no."

"I literally did nothing wrong and you are screaming, of course you are going to apologize!"

"NOTHING WRONG?" Bakugo walks away so he won't hurt you. "YOU AND THAT LOSER POSTING PHOTOS TOGHETER WAS WHAT? A NIGHTMARE?" he replys to you and proceeds to spit.

"You're... disgusting, you know that?"

"SHUT UP! I'm very dissapointed with-"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" You suddenly stand for yourself, gaining confidence out of nowhere.

Katsuki is silent. He just heavy breaths and stare at you with seems like fear.

"I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK TO WHAT YOU THINK!" You yell and he is taken aback by your response, closing his eyes and trying to take more air.

"I HATE YOU! I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE, IT'S USELESS!" You start taking your things to walk away. "I won't insist into a failed relationship anymore."

He can't move.

All those years, he was the one pointing fingers at you, he was the one accusing.

And he doesn't know what to do now.

Katsuki is still upset, and his pride says to stay right where he is and pray for you to come back.

But he is not cold hearted as it seems, he wants you more than anything. Maybe he should give up only this time

Or maybe not.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

YES

NO!!!

YES!!!!!!

By the time he is able to decide, you are already out of his sigh, out of the shopping you guys had agreed to met in, and you are out of your rational state.

Katsuki was not able to find you that day.

Katsuki was not able to fix it.

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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7, 11, 15, and 20 !!

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

jac i love u sfm mwah mwah mwah

7: What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?

for story, i am. very very proud of i don’t know what i did or how i did it (but i did something right). it’s just. my favorite version of them, and something i really genuinely enjoyed writing.

i’m also incredibly fond of but all that i know (is i need you close) for selfish and indulgent reasons more than anything

as for headcanons. it’s funny cause i Started as a headcanon writer so i could take this as an excuse to talk about aus that never got full stories. but instead i’m gonna talk about my random thoughts that rot my brain

ok so. southern albert. he is ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING to me. it’s a thought that originated entirely separate from all the small town aus, and it’s been my headcanon for him since the youtuber au. he grew up in the south, until about 8 or 9, and then moved to NY. both his parents have very thick accents, especially his mama, and so. even when he tries to hide it, his sneaks through a lil bit.

and, tho we knew this, i am. a big fan of ralbert and butterflies. they get tattoos, and jewelry, and clothes, and send eachother blurry photos. it started cause of the first fanfic i ever wrote to finish, the butterfly effect, and now it’s just. everywhere, all the time, cause that’s how it is in my brain, too.

11: How would you describe your style?(Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

uh. i think i’d go with sorta. overwhelmingly character driven. most of the time i don’t start writing based on a plot, it’s usually a. mish-mash of interactions i have been hyperfixating on between race n al the characters i’m writing. sometimes i go in with a proper plot, but more often than not i’m just. listening to a song on repeat and hoping for the best.

15: What is the fanfic you've written that you're most proud of?

so uh. i have two and both of them are for reasons Entirely Unrelated to how well or poorly they’re written. the butterfly effect (linked above), because it’s the first fic i ever finished and committed to publishing, so i’m really very fond of it, and who are they to try and put us down, cause even if it’s not That Special as a stand alone, it’s a stepping stone for where i, as the writer, want to take the series, and i think it functions perfectly in that role.

20: What feedback makes you the happiest to hear?

i’ve always been a big fan of long rambly feedback. it’s the type of feedback i give, cause i’m completely unhinged, and it’s my fav. i love hearing about what people think of my decisions with the characterization, or a little moment that’s their favorite (if you’ve ever put a quote from my writing and then talked about it Specifically under it you’re my fav person on the planet) just. i like to hear people’s Thoughts, capital T. i’m also a big fan of really rambly conversations with people when they Can’t Collect Their Thoughts right away but when they can they still wanna let me know what they are so they message me. it’s a personal beloved.

jac you’re the best person to ever exist and i love u more than air mwah mwah mwah

#never not read the tags #newsies #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #jac my beloved #mwah. love of my life #i’m your local jac stan #jac the davey professor #even if he’s not in this post #sorry dave #writer asks #asks !!#i’m longwinded as hell today sorry bestie

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going-dead · 3 years

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Phic Phight:Ghostly Inconvenience

Words:1672

@currentlylurking Team Human My First 2021 phic phight phic

Prompt from @Slyph-feather :Would love to see Danny dealing with some of the minor inconveniences/differences in being a ghost; slower heartbeat, sickly pallor, maybe not showing up correctly in photographs, etc... bonus points if this is like in the school setting (because I think that would be funny)

Danny thought he had all his ghost problems figured out, or at least was aware of all of them, at this point. Afterall he’s had his powers for almost a year now. He was wrong, oh was he wrong.

It was the first day of his sophomore year, no longer at the bottom of the high school food chain. He stood in line to get his picture taken for his school ID. Sam and Tucker had different classes for first period so they were off getting their pictures somewhere else. After a few minutes of board waiting it was his turn. Paulina skipped past him to get her ID and look at the picture she just took.

Danny told the photographer his name and she entered a few things into her computer before gesturing for him to stand in front of the camera. Danny tried to make a few last second adjustments to his hair. “Okay smile!” The camera woman called out as he was blinded by a flash of light.

Danny started walking over to the ID station but was stopped. “Oh hold on dear the photo came out pretty blurry I’ll have to retake it. It’s no big deal don’t worry you probably just moved too quickly after the flash went off, stay still after the picture is taken okay?”

Danny sighed but did what he was told. After another blinding flash and staying as still as possible Danny looked towards the woman. The camera woman bit her thumb staring at the computer in front of her. “Okay it still was blurry stay there I’m going to take a few at once one of them will turn out good.”

Danny was pretty sure at this point he was going to go blind as he blunk the spots out of his vision from the repeated flashes. Honestly this was getting pretty tiresome already. He walked up to the woman silently praying at least one picture turned out fine. She clicked through the photos face growing more and more confused with each one. “Uh is something wrong?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I’m not sure. Almost all of the photos turned out blurry and the ones that didn’t are weird.” She saw his questioning face. “You’ve heard of red eye right? What happens when you take a picture and sometimes the eyes of the people in the picture show up red? Well I can’t say I’ve seen this version of it in all my years of photography.” She turned the computer to face him more. On the screen it was a photo of him. The area around him was blurred, the only thing in focus was him, almost too in focus, and what really shocked him was his eyes in the photo. His eyes were glowing green in the picture, almost like when you took a picture of a cat in the dark.

Danny felt like a deer in headlights, what were the chances that she would make the connection of him not being human? The woman just shrugged. “Well it looks like we won’t be able to get a proper photo today. You can use your school photo from last year for your ID for now until retakes in a week.” He let out a sigh, it wasn’t too bad though he didn’t really look much different from the year before. At most he grew two inches. Though it was weird that it happened. He wondered if it was because of his ghostly half. He didn’t exactly take many or really any photos of himself. Danny walked over to the ID station to explain his situation and hoped that this wasn’t how the rest of the day would go.

During second period it was time for the sophomores to get their health checks done. Though most students were pretty sure it was mostly just an excuse for the local college’s medical students to get some more patient contact hours and hands on practice. This time he did share a class with his friends which was nice. Though it wasn't like they could go into an exam booth together. Calling them booths was a bit of a stretch though really they were just four curtains with equipment to take vitals and a chair inside. There were about a dozen or so lined up in the gym.

“Daniel Fenton come to booth five please.” A man called stepping out of one of the booths as he pulled a pair of gloves on.

Danny walked over to said booth and pulled the curtain shut behind him. The man motioned for him to sit down in the chair. Danny obliged and sat down he bounced his leg as he watched the man prepare the equipment. “Alright good morning Danny. I’m Josh, I'll be doing your check up today. It’s just a simple overview of your health no need to be nervous. All I’ll be doing is taking your vitals and checking your reflexes and the sort. Any questions?”

Danny shook his head. He was nervous though, he couldn’t help it. He had tried his best to avoid any type of medical setting ever since the accident. It would be the first time since then that someone actually took a close look at him. But it would probably be fine right? Not like he would be giving a blood sample here or anything.

It went fine at first as the man -Josh- checked his reflexes, checked his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. He then affixed a blood pressure cuff to Danny’s arm and stuck a temperature probe in his mouth. Once the results appeared on the machines screen his head tilted a bit. “You usually run a bit cold? Hm your pulse is a bit slower than average than normal too.”

Danny silently cursed. “Uh yeah that's normal for me.”

“Well as long as it’s within your baseline there’s nothing really to worry about. I’m going to listen to your heart and lungs now okay? The stethoscope is a bit cold so be prepared.” Josh warned. When he started to listen to Danny’s heart he seemed at a loss again. “Give me one second okay? I’ll be right back.” He stood up and walked out through the curtain. Well that probably wasn't a good sign.

Josh returned a minute later with an older man in tow. “Danny, this is Dr. Bears he’s just going to double check something for me.”

Danny nodded his head giving the doctor an awkward smile. The doctor pulled out a stethoscope of his own and placed it over Danny’s chest. He seemed to listen for a few seconds before moving onto a different region. He gave a small grunt before motioning Josh over. “It’s faint but he does have a heartbeat.”

“Well I know that. He’s clearly alive, he's going to have a heartbeat Doc.”

Danny laughed awkwardly as he continued to watch the two interact. “Try listening again. You’ll probably have issues with the mitral and tricuspid regions though, even I could barely hear it.” The doctor motioned towards Danny before walking out of the booth.

A few minutes later a bunch of other medical students filled into the tent to try to listen to his heart beat. Danny wasn’t sure how he felt about being a case study for a bunch of med students but as long as they didn’t figure out his secret he wouldn’t worry about it too much.

By the time the bell rang to signal the end of the period half the college students there had listened to Danny’s chest. After emerging from the booth he was met with confused looks from his friends he waved them off promising to explain it to them later.

By the pattern that was emerging Danny was dreading third period. It was english with Mr. Lancer. After everyone took their seats Mr. Lancer stood in front of the class and clapped his hands to bring the classes attention to him. “Alright class I hope you all enjoyed your summer break. I have exciting news for this school year. Due to the grant given to our school we now have laptops for you all to use during class.”

The class broke out in whispers and Danny started to have a bit of hope for the rest of the day. Once the laptop cart was wheeled in and each was assigned and passed out to each student they were instructed to make accounts for them. The moment Danny turned the laptop on it gave him a shock. He let out a yelp and barely managed to restrain himself from knocking the thing off of his desk. He shook his hand trying to dispel the pain. He gave the laptop a hesitant poke, no shock. He started on his task of making an account, but was quickly interrupted by the screen glitching out. Danny groaned, occasionally electronics would bug out around him if he was in a particularly sour mood, of course it had to happen today. He waited for the screen to return to normal before trying to continue.

He just managed to get the account created when it gave him another shock. He yelled in shock once more. Immediately after the lights flickered and all the laptops in the room shut off and the one in front of him started to smoke. The whole class was staring at him and he shrunk under their gaze. They all had bigger problems though as his laptop caught fire and set off the fire alarms.

“Great Gatsby! Everyone out of the building now!” Mr. Lancer yelled ushering the teens out and leading them to the parking lot.

Once Mr. Lancer made sure they were all accounted for Sam elbowed Danny in the ribs. “Nice going Danny.” Danny just put his head in his hands and groaned while Tucker pat him on the back. Why couldn’t he just have a normal life? Or just a normal day for once in his half life.

#Phic Phight #phic phight 21 #danny phantom #team human

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atalho-s · 3 years

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Sweet Sugar

4 | Crosses

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

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a/n: english it’s not my first language, Sorry for any mistakes! If you want to be tag on the next chapters, please let me know

Summary: Y/n, Harrison and Tom has always been best friends. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom

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I woke up the other day feeling a little better, which was good. I washed my face thoroughly, put on a pair of jeans, a Beatles T-shirt along with a jacket and left my room, ready for another week of torture.

- Good morning mom... - I was saying going down the stairs, but I remembered that she had already left for work. Which was good, because that way I didn't have to talk about the party.

I had my coffee, in the silenc and soon after opened my phone, until I got on Instagram and saw that Tom had posted pictures of the party. The caption said: Thank you all! you guys are awesome! The photos from the party were great 😂

I was scrolling the photos, the first ones were all of us at the table, some were blurry of the people dancing... until I saw one of him with other people from school: Meghan was hugged him from the side making the peace sign with her fingers and he was kissing the top of her head. I sighed feeling my eyes fill with tears again. Okay, maybe I wasn't as ok as I thought.

I blocked my phone and put it in my pocket, taking my backpack and leaving the house, otherwise I would going to be late. I had to focus on school, not crying for silly things, I had to pay attention in my tests, that was more important than anything.

I went down the street and found Haz already waiting for me in the same place, I approached him and when he looked at my face, he made a pitying one.

- You saw the photos didn't you? - he asked and I nodded as he hugged me.

- It's alright Haz, I'll be fine- I said releasing him after a few seconds and he looked at me raising an eyebrow doubtingly - It's no big deal! By the way, I won't talk about it anymore, if we don't go now, we'll be late for school. - I said pulling him and we started walking.

- Okay... But just to close this subject, Tom sent me a message yesterday asking if you were okay and if there was anything wrong because you left early without saying goodbye.

- Hmm, and you didn't say anything right?

- Of course not! I just said that you weren't very used to drinking and that was all, and he believed... - Haz said and I breathed a sigh of relief.

- Good... He also texted me yesterday, he even wanted me to go to his house to tell me about Meghan.

- Well, whether way, he still thinks he's your best friend, nothing more than that...- Haz said, and I hated that he was right.

- It's true, and he's just my best friend, nothing more... - I emphasized the JUST- Did he tell you anything else about Meghan? - I asked and when Haz was going to answer I cut him - Never mind, It’s better if i don’t know. - I said waving my hand in the air.

- If you want it that way... - he replied. - Oh god you two have the same class today right? - he asked and I put my hand in my forehead. I had forgotten that I had English today for the first two classes and Tom would be sitting right next to me.

- I had even forgotten about that. But you know what? I'm going to stay there like a champ and ignore everything. - I said determined and Haz laughed feeling a little sad for me.

- Okay, I support that, but...- he was talking and I cut him again saying: shhh.

- No buts, and now enough of this subject, because we're already arriving. - I said and he rolled his eyes in agreement.

We arrived at the corner and Tom was already waiting for us as usual. He wore a blue sweatshirt and a backwards cap, black jeans and white sneakers. Obviously he was gorgeous as usual, which was ridiculous, but no sign of Meghan, which was good for now...

I tightened my grip on Haz's arm that I was hooked on and he smiled encouragingly. We got closer and Tom looked up from his phone, hanging up and putting it in his pocket.

- Hey strangers! - He said putting the backpack on his back, shaking hands with Haz and me with the usual kiss on the forehead. I lowered my eyes, smelling his scent and smirked. - You better y/n?

- I am, staying in bed all day yesterday did me good. - I said as we headed towards the stairs.

- That's good! And even better that now you have two classes with me- he said winking and Haz looked at me apprehensively.

- HA-HA, very funny. Too bad I'll have to pay attention in class and I won't be able to talk to you. - I said shrugging and Tom looked at me with an ironic face.

- Wow shortie, I felt rejected now. - He said pouting and I rolled my eyes. Of rejection I knew well.

- Well, I have to go because I have a presentation about geography, so, see you guys later? - Haz said when we arrived in the hallway, waving and looking at me discreetly as if he was saying: good luck.

- Let's go, grumpy face? - Tom said pointed for me to go ahead. I rolled my eyes looking at him, which he laughed and we went to the class.

I sat a little further back in my usual seat and Tom sat behind me. I was feeling claustrophobic, but it was only two classes, I could survive this. But when Mr. Ribbs came into the room and started talking, I lost all courage i had.

- Good morning students! Today the two classes will be more dynamic. As I know you had a difficult week, with so many papers and tests, I decided to leave these classes for you to go to the library and pick up any book to read and then give me a summary about it. - he was talking and I was excited, because I loved reading and I could still get my book and be quiet without having to talk to Tom, right? - But... I want you to do this in pairs. - wrong - Happy reading! - He said and everyone stood up forming their pairs and leaving the room one by one.

I felt someone nudge my shoulder and tooking a deep breath I turned around, seeing a smiling Tom.

- Good, reading... At least you like to read, because I with my dyslexia... - he laughed.

- Yeah good... it fit like a glove... Shall we go? - I said and we got up going towards the library. If Tom thought my way of talking was a little dry, he didn't react, which was good.

We arrived at the library and I was looking among the shelves for something easy and good for us to read.

- Y/n, darling... I have to tell you about yesterday - Tom started talking excitedly as he followed me through the halls. - After you and Haz left, a lot things happened...

- Hmm, I'm glad you had fun Tom. - I said a little disinterested picking up some books and looking at the synopsis.

- Yea! I had a lot of fun, but what happened was...

- Hey, how about we read Pride and Prejudice? It's one of my favorites, I think it's a good one, because we just need to read the main parts to refresh our memory. - I said, interrupting him.

-Yeah... Sure, I think it's a good one. - he said as I grabbed Jane Austen's book off the shelf and headed toward one of the tables.

- Shortie, how about if we read this outside? I think it's better than staying here, besides, we can talk better. - Tom said and I stopped turning around. Damn it, I was counting on staying there in the library anyway, so he wouldn't be able to say anything about the night before, because they were going to tell him to be quiet.

- Okay, good idea... - I said, giving up on to try to inventing another excuse.

We left the library and headed towards some tables outside. They were empty, except for a couple of couples scattered around the yard who had the same idea. I sat down and Tom sat next to me putting the book on the table and pulling out his notebook so we could write something down.

- So, as I was saying... We were on the dance floor, right, and Meghan and I were talking about the theater and other things, until... Guess what? - He started talking and I raised my eyebrow, while trying to distract myself with the book. - She said she thought I was cute and that I had a cute, sexy look. - He continued and I laughed ironically.

- So far so good, right... Until she just kissed me in the middle of the dance floor! - He said as if it were the most extraordinary thing in the world. Yeah, I thought with myself, I was there and saw everything, that's why I'm feeling bad and I can't even look at your face right now... I wanted to say it, but I just looked at him pretending to be interested.

- And mate, it was the best kiss of my life! We stayed together practically all night... Damn, I've dreamed about this so much since childhood...

- Good Tom, it must have been a really good birthday gift, right? - I said, looking at the book again.

- Yea! It was perfect...- he said and I could feel him staring at me. - Hey, you don't seem very excited about my little conquest... - he nudged me pouting and I looked at him.

- Nah, it's just that you guys are always hooking up lately, so I'm just not surprised...- I replied shrugging.

- Y/n Meghan is not just a hook up, she is an old passion, she is special - he said and I felt my heart ache a little while looking away. - You dont like her?

- It's not that I don't like her... I don't even know her, I just... I think she did it after you started getting more popular with the theater, because before that she didn't even look at you...

- That's not true, besides, people can change right? Maybe she realized that I'm not as bad as she thought before... I don't know... But as you said, you don't even know her, so I didn't understand you being mad like that. -he said scribbling in his notebook.

- It's not that I'm mad, I just... I didn't wake up very well today, that's all...

- Yeah... But you don't need to project that to others around you, I thought you'd be happy for me.- Tom said and I looked at him ironically.

- Yeah, but there are days when we're not okay Thomas and not in the mood to be throwing confetti at every girl your friend kiss at some party. - I said and regretted it right away, it wasn't fair to him.

Tom looked at me in surprise, as I had never talk with him like that. Even as kids we didn't fight, why was I being such a bitch now? He took his things in silence and walked away leaving me with tears in my eyes.

I shook my head trying to get rid of what had just happened. I picked up the book and tried to read it, but I couldn't even get past the first line. Damn, why did I have to have those feelings? It wasn't fair.

I thought about going after Tom and apologizing, but I don't think he wanted to see me right now. A few minutes passed and the class was almost finishing when I felt someone nudge my shoulder. I turned in hopes of seeing Tom, but was surprised to see Steven standing up in front of me.

- Are you okay? I heard you fighting with Tom earlier, I never saw you guys fight like that, so I was worried. - he asked.

- I'm fine Stev, it was just a silly disagreement, nothing to worry about. Are you okay? - I asked trying to change the subject.

- Yeah, just studying a lot, you know, I have to go to business school. - he said and I agreed. Steven always wanted to work at his father's company, but for that he had to go to business school in Japan, because there was one of the company's units there and that's where his father wanted him to live. A lot of his family was Japanese, so he had an advantage with the language and culture. But that was one of the reasons we broke up, after fighting a lot about who was going to live where. - And you still focused on journalism?

- Of course, forever and always. - I said and we laughed, hearing the bell saying the class are over.

- Well, I have to go, I have to meet Elle, good luck with your essay. - He said pointing to the book.

- For you too. - I said smiling and he left towards the building.

I got up to get my things, scanning the yard with my eyes, but there was no sign of Tom. I sighed and put my headphones on, heading towards our tree. As I was already out there I ended up arriving first, so I sat down and played the song Crosses by José González.

I waited a few minutes and saw Haz approaching and I took off my headphones as I watched him sit beside me.

- So..How everything went? Where is Tom?- he asked looking around.

- A disaster... - I said, rubbing my hands over my face. - We ended up arguing, I said some things without thinking and he left without saying anything.

- Oh y/n... I don't even know what to say, but did you confess something to him? he asked and I widened my eyes.

- No! Are you crazy? I told him I didn't trust Meghan, but in a rude way... - I said and Haz took a deep breath hugging me sideways.

- Well, you can't control your feelings...

- But I can control my tongue. - I said and we laughed a little. - How was it with Gracie? Did you guys talked today? - I said changing the subject.

- I talked to her a lot by text during class, I even asked her if she wanted to spend some time with us now, but she said she had to hang with her friends...

- Hmm. - I said putting my hand on my chin losing myself in thoughts as I watched the patio to see if I could see Tom. And after a lot of looking I found him. And there he was sitting on one of the benches near the building with Meghan hugging him, she with his cap on her head and the two of them were laughing and talking excitedly to each other. Until he gave her a kiss and she reciprocated.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland friends to lovers #tom holland series

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papergirllife · 3 years

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Chapter 3

Synopsis:

You don’t know what it’s like to be free, to make your own choices, and live your own life. For your whole life, your parents have been treating you like a puppet on strings, controlling your life to every single detail, as well as ignoring the fact that you have feelings. Other times, when you disobey their wishes, or speak up about your own opinions, they bash you down with words, in other words, psychological abuse, has led you down the long winded road of depression and anxiety. What happens when you meet a man who’s willing to be your guide out of this terrible downpour? Would you give a shot at happily ever after?

Warnings:

big age gap (kinda?)

issues on anxiety

issues on depression (mild)

issues on parental abuse

smut (maybe)

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You’ve been seeing Mr Suh, correction, Johnny, his first name, as per requested by Johnny himself.

“Mr Suh makes me feel older than I already am, you make me feel like a teenager all over again, so you have to call me Johnny. Let me relive my days when I was still a college kid.”

You didn’t mind, things aren’t as awkward between the two of you anymore, Johnny’s been spending time with you, although the two of you never established any sort of labelling towards what this relationship is. You and Johnny only hung out and had meals together, trying out different cuisines, watching movies, even going as far as skipping a day at work to go to the amusement park. He even bought you to an arcade when you told him you haven’t had the chance to venture to one since you were in grade school.

“Why haven’t you ever been to one for so long?” Johnny asked when he finished a round of pinball.

“They said it was a waste of time and that I should spend more time studying,” you said, wondering why Johnny would ask that, isn’t it the same for all the kids?

Whenever you mention your confining life to Johnny, he’d have a faraway look in his eyes, jaw locked in silent rebuke, he doesn’t say anything, he pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He would be quite for almost half an hour before he goes back to regular cheerful Johnny, telling you lame jokes that you would surprisingly find funny.

You didn’t have a phone, since your parents forbid you to have one, the only means of communicating is through your email account on your laptop, and even that you must always bear in mind to delete his mails right after, and take further precaution, you didn’t allow him to initiate the sending.

Johnny wanted to buy you one, but you rejected him promptly, you didn’t want him to spend so much money on you, he already spends lots on taking you out to eat. You gave him the excuse that it was too dangerous, and the consequences of getting caught are severe.

You often questioned your relationship with Johnny, you aren’t dumb, you’ve googled him and saw gossip news portals uploading photos of him and some model going out and about in hotels, but those headlines were months ago, the latest news about him was from his interview with Times magazine.

You never had the guts to ask him, you don’t know what you mean to him. What right do you have to question his whereabouts and what he does? He’ll probably be bored of you after he’s known all of you.

You know you shouldn’t think of Johnny that way, it is mean to assume what he’s thinking, especially how well he’s treating you, but seeing those headlines gives you a sense of insecurity, you keep telling yourself that this won’t last, but the thought of not seeing him again made your hair stand. He’s making you happy, a distraction towards the negativity you face in that house you live in, but for how long?

House. You never called it a home, unless you were telling your boss you were leaving, to prevent anyone from questioning your odd way of describing it. It was never a home to you. To you, a home is a place where you feel happy, safe, and most importantly, loved. The closest you’ve ever felt to having these feelings were your grandma and Joh... No, you don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you. What were you thinking?

You pushed those thoughts away as you opened your laptop to double check the files that you’ve typed out for your parent’s next important meeting that was supposed to be taking place first thing tomorrow. But when you went through your folders, the files were nowhere to be seen. It’s then you realised that the notification that keeps urging you to update the laptop was gone, it wasn’t the first time you updated the laptop and found out some files were missing, so you would never update the laptop at such a crucial time.

You took the laptop out to your father who was watching some news on his phone in the dining area to ask him if he had updated the software without alerting you.

“Yes, I did. What about it?” he asked, annoyance on his face due to the sudden disturbance.

“The files are missing because of the update,” you informed him.

“What files?”

“The files for tomorrow’s meeting, they’re missing,” you told him as you mentally prepared yourself for what’s to come.

“What do you mean missing?! I bet it was because you saved it wrongly again! Your retarded brain never works does it?! Do you know how important those files are?! You always work on them late at night blurry eyed, of course you didn’t save them properly! You could’ve worked on them in the morning before work. but no... You want to ‘exercise’! What a waste of time!” You’re not pretty anyways, what are you doing them for huh?!” Your father shouted, his eyes blazing in rage, his fist slamming onto the glass.

While your father was shouting, your mother was checking the laptop as she complains about how clueless you are. It was like your brain couldn’t take the amount of hurtful words piercing into your mind like daggers, you let out a high pitched scream as tears threatened to fall, your hands covering your ears as your eyes were a blur.

When you could see properly again, you could make up words which sounded like ‘how dare you’ from your father, next thing you registered were the fury in his eyes as he advances on you, hand above his head, ready to hit you. You didn’t know what came over you, but the first thing you did was kicking him away. That’s when a full on fight broke out.

You were filled with rage, your mind wasn’t registering what you were doing. You went into a flight or fight stance and started thrashing and kicking as his hands were holding painfully tight on your wrists after you tried punching him.

Your mom urges the both of you not to fight, her voice barely registering in your head as she sits still on the high chair by the kitchen island, not bothered to even try to cease the fight.

When you finally pushed him away, you ran into your room and locked it. Your chest was heaving from the panic attack that just started, you tried your best to calm yourself down, reminding yourself to breathe, it was suffocating, controlling your breathing as more tears made its way out of your eyes.

When it all stopped, your body succumbed into mental exhaustion, passing out on your bed as the tears finally ceased.

You only woke up for dinner last night, and proceeded to sleep again. Yesterday’s events made you feel numb, other than the pain from the bruises on your arms.

There was a big ugly one on your left upper arm, its colour an ugly shade of green and purple. A few other less serious ones scattered around your lower arms. In other words, you look like a wreck.

You wore a jacket to run even though you were sweating from your previous cardio work outs, feeling a little better after the endorphins in your body kicked in. When you got back, you quickly showered and ate a toast. When you asked for your mother’s phone to remind your boss you were going to take the day off, she told you that weren’t needed at the meeting anymore and that she finished everything last night.

“Just call to say that you’ll be going to work,” she said, not even looking in your direction when she handed you her phone.

But when you called to inform your boss, he told you that he had another part time coming in, and that it was too short of a notice. You said thank you and hung up, but said that you’ll be at work on time today before handing it back to your mother.

You really needed to escape for the day.

You opened the laptop and sent an email to Johnny.

I’m free today. Wanna go out?

You sat on your bed staring at the ceiling as you were sure it was going to be a bit before he replied, but just as you closed your eyes, you heard a distant chime from your laptop.

I’m rushing some stuff at the office today. I’m so sorry, Y/N.

Can I stay in your office? I really wanna get out of the house.

You sounded like a spoiled kid begging for attention, but you really wanted to see him today.

Sure. But you might get bored :) .

I’m leaving the house now :) .

For a 26 year old businessman, he sure loves to use emoticons.

You got changed into jeans and a jacket, you don’t usually wear one if you were going to a secluded area with Johnny, but you had to hide all the marks from last night. You just noticed that they hurt after you accidentally knocked your wrist against something.

You took the bus to the address Johnny wrote down on your diary, it was after one of your dinners together, and he jokingly said that you could always swing by if you wanted, you didn’t know you were going to actually do that.

The bus station wasn’t too far of a walk from his office, since it was just downtown Seoul where the Korea’s financial hub was located.

As you were nearing the office buildings, you stood out like a sore thumb, given the way you were dressed and your age. The people kept giving you stink eyes and sideway glances.

Suh Capital Partners. That was it.

You walked in the rotating doors, only to be greeted by masses of people walking around with smart pads, files, talking on the phone while the assistants take notes. Johnny didn’t mention his company being this big.

You admired the facade of the lobby, it displayed the latest news on a large monitor while futuristic lights hung from the high ceiling, the walls were a perfect balance of steel and wood with a wall of plants filled the wall behind the reception area.

You realised that the people stopped what they were doing before and started looking at you curiously when one of the nicely dressed women from the reception walked up to you.

“Excuse me, miss. May I ask who are you looking for?” the woman asked, her eyes scanning you from top to toe.

You froze at your spot from how cold she sounded, like she didn’t want you around to ruin the aesthetic of the company. You reminded yourself that you weren’t going to see her anytime soon after this and that if you did make a fool of yourself then so be it.

“I’m looking for Mr Suh,” you told her.

She looked taken aback from your answer, but gave you the ugliest sneer when she recovered.

“Miss, this isn’t a school, you can’t just walk in here and demand to see someone without an appointment. Mr Suh is the head of this company, not someone you can just meet without an agreement from him. Please leave this instance,” she said, her tone high pitched enough to gather everyone’s attention, you swore you heard someone laughing a few feet away.

“But...

“That’s my guest, Ms Park.”

You whipped your head back to see Johnny standing behind you. But instead of his usual warm honey eyes, his eyes were a cold and staring daggers into the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Suh. I’ll get back to my work now,” the woman bowed apologetically, going as far as doing it numerous times.

“I’m going to need a key card for her, Ms Park. Send it up to me when you’re done,” Johnny said, but his eyes were scanning the crowd, his employees immediately went back to what they were doing, the large lobby void of any sound other than people rushing to the lift lobby to escape the scene.

Johnny placed a hand behind your back and guided you to the lift lobby after most of the people have taken the ride up to their respective floors.

“I’m sorry,” you said after the coast was clear.

Johnny’s intimidating stance broke as confusion takes over his face.

“What are you sorry for?” Johnny asked, he should be the one saying sorry.

“I’m such an embarrassment, coming here in my jeans and jacket with a canvas bag, looking like a kid,” you said, fingers nervously tugging the straps of your old bag.

“Hey, hey, hey. Nothing’s wrong with being young and dressing your age. They’re just grumpy from all the work. Don’t take their words into account, and you look great. Perfection as always,” Johnny said reassuringly, hands placed on your shoulder, the warmth of his palms calming you slightly.

“No....

You buried your face into your hands as he patted your head, you sneakily glanced up to see him smiling at you with a toothy grin. But you quickly regained posture as you saw an elevator door open with many pairs of legs.

Johnny wasn’t going in even though the lift was going up, that’s when people in the lift realised it was him, and quickly came out of the lift, saying sorry and greeting Johnny.

Johnny guided you in after the lift was cleared empty. His staff looking at you curiously, you weren’t used to having so many pairs of eyes on you, their curious eyes burning holes into you.

Johnny could sense your anxiousness from the way you were hiding behind his tall figure as the two of you walked into his office, there weren’t many people at that time, given the fact that only direct reports of his business partners came up to hand in documents.

You only felt yourself loosen up a bit after you took a seat on Johnny’s armchair in his huge office, overlooking Seoul’s skyline and the cars that were buzzing about on the roads. The view made you calm down a bit from the journey coming up here.

You felt the chair dip as Johnny took a seat on its armrest, his hands coming up to give your shoulders a nice massage. Johnny smiled at the way your eyes lit up from his comforting touch as you looked back to smile at him, he felt a warm feeling deep in his belly as he takes in your beautiful features and the warmth of your shoulders on his fingertips. But as he puts more pressure onto your shoulders, you wince slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Did your boss at work make you lift heavy stuff again?” Johnny asked, his hands ceased all movements, fearing that he would hurt you again.

You automatically thought of your fight with your father last night, it might be because of the force exerted from when he had pushed you.

“N-no, I just didn’t sleep well last night. I watched a horror movie and had a nightmare,” you lied, not knowing how he would react if you told him the truth.

“Be careful when watching these movies, Y/N. If you went to work and your boss really made you move heavy things today, then you would’ve strain your muscles,” Johnny said, going back to massaging your shoulders, but this time gently applying pressure on that spot, rubbing it in clockwise circles to ease the pain.

“I’m fine, Johnny. Didn’t you have work to rush? I don’t want to keep you away from important matters. And my shoulders feel much better now,” you said, moving away from his hands even though you could’ve let him do that forever, it felt so comforting, borderline addictive.

“Okay, I’ll tend to your shoulders again later.” Johnny said as he lays his head on top of yours, a gesture that he had came up with whenever he wanted to show affection to you without crossing uncharted territories, your heart sped up whenever he does that.

You were just sitting on the couch reading one of your old books when you looked up and saw Johnny frowning at his laptop, you placed your book down and made your way to Johnny.

“Don’t frown like that, you’ll get frown lines when you’ll get older, it’ll spoil your handsome face,” you joked.

Your hands reach out to smooth the creases on his forehead, a smile coming back to Johnny’s face.

“Thank you,” he said, taking your busy hand into his, lightly tracing the area between your thumb and your index finger.

“What’s bothering you?” you asked, unbeknownst to you, your lips were unconsciously set in a pout.

“There’s some documents that are supposed to be sent to my office in Chicago, but the English that’s written here isn’t up to standards, I’m worried the staff there won’t understand what the document is stating. I don’t mind correcting it, but I have other things to tend to as well,” Johnny explained to you.

“Can I take a look at it? I had Cambridge classes for 8 years. Guess it’s finally coming in handy. I mean only if you think I’m capable, I don’t want you to think I’m boasting or anything, I just really wanna help...

“Y/N, sweet, I trust you. Just let me get you a laptop,” he said before dialling to his secretary.

Once Johnny sent the files to that laptop, you started correcting some grammatical errors and replaced some terms that weren’t as professional, when Johnny was done with his meeting, you were done with the documents as well.

“Here, take a look. There might be mistakes,” you said after sending him the files back.

“You were reading ‘me before you’, I think you’re fine, Y/N,” Johnny deadpanned.

“Just take a look, just in case,” you pleaded, doe eyes capturing his heart. Nodding, Johnny smiles, doing as you said.

Johnny scanned through the documents, his eyes lighting up brighter after each sentence, a proud smile making way on his face. When he was done, he pulled you close by the waist, and gave you a warm hug, his head nuzzling into your sweater.

“Thank you so much, sweetheart. I thought I needed to work overtime because of this,” he said, his voice was slightly muffled by the cotton.

“You’re welcome. You can always send me these files when I’m not here, I don’t want you to overwork yourself,” you offered.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Wanna grab lunch? I can hear your stomach rumbling,” Johnny asked after pulling away, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, as you hit Johnny’s shoulders lightly for his teasing, a smile creeping up your face.

“No, I’m not...

“Come on, I know this really nice French restaurant around the corner...

“Johnny I have the file you were...

Doyoung stops in his tracks as he sees you and Johnny being so close to each other.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a guest,” Doyoung apologises, but his eyes were still wide in disbelief.

“Doyoung. This is Y/N. Y/N, Doyoung is one of my business partners, his dad was my dad’s business partner so now it’s his turn,” Johnny introduces his friend to you, telling you a bit of his background.

You gave Doyoung a tiny bow and soft hello, nerves wrecking up at meeting someone you often see on telly whenever their company has a press conference. You could sense an air of discomfort as Doyoung gives you a questioning look.

“You can just put the files on my desk Doyoung. I’ll take a look at them after my lunch break.”

When the evening rolled in, Johnny had to drive you home before your mom questioned your whereabouts.

“I really enjoyed having you by my side today, Y/N,” Johnny said sincerely after pulling up outside the gated area.

“I should be the one thanking you, I can’t believe those snails cost so much, yet you won’t let me pay you back whenever we have meals together,” you retorted, recalling how your eyes almost flew out of their sockets when you stole a glance at the bill.

“Money is not an issue, Y/N. I told you that many times before,” Johnny reminded you.

“I’ll see you on Saturday?” you asked, changing the subject before he offers to buy you a house or something.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, chuckling at how you diverted his attention.

Johnny unlocked the doors of his car, but right before you pulled onto the handle, Johnny pulled your arm, the place where one of the bigger bruises were located at, making you wince at the unexpected pain.

“Y/N I wanted to ask, wait. Are you in pain? Are you hurt? Did I accidentally hurt you?” Johnny asked his eyes wide in worry.

Before you could protest, Johnny pushed up the sleeves of your sweater, revealing the big ugly bruise on your upper arm, and several others that went downwards until your wrist.

You looked up at Johnny, scanning his face that was frozen in shock, eyes not believing what he’s seeing. His fingers gently tracing every bruise, his other hand rotating your arm gently, to see if there’s more.

“Y/N... Who did this to you?” Johnny questioned, but deep down in his gut, he’s sure it’s who he thinks it is.

“No one, Johnny. I just fell down when I woke up,” you said, lying through your teeth, you didn’t want to, but that was your survival instinct whenever someone asks about your parents.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N, it’s them isn’t it? They hit you. Why didn’t you tell me?” Johnny demanded, he questions why you don’t trust him, was he not worthy in your eyes?

“It’s nothing, Johnny. Goodnight,” you said in a breath before turning away.

You quickly got out of his car and ran to your lift lobby, Johnny was following behind you. But before he could step into the premise, you shut the glass door which could only be opened with a security card on him, mouthing the words sorry before you made your way into a lift.

Johnny banged at the door, shouting for you to come back, before the security guards asked him to leave. He could feel a prickle in his heart as he sees the bruises in his head, the image fresh. He felt red hot anger boiling in his heart, he was going to get you out of that horrible place, no matter what it takes.

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lluvguts · 3 years

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Cool Blue ; Chapter Three

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recurring visions of such sweet days

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He stashed the photos--really he flung them like a frisbee--onto his unmade bed and slammed the door shut before Giulia could inquire about his back pressed to the door, hands on the knob, a cross of a nervous grin and a suspicious glaze over his wavering eyes. But, after careful consideration and with both his sister and father's backs turned, Alberto wiggled back into his room to retrieve the precious pictures and put them carefully on the nightstand. He felt dirty knowing he'd tossed them onto his rumpled sheets, sitting there like he didn't care about them.

But he did.

He didn't expect to register all that had truly happened until tomorrow. His eyes dropped to the glass of tepid water from that morning and the pile of photos next to it, the memories coming back.

Luca's expectant yellow eyes watching him as he traced his shapes and scales with a paintbrush on the canvas.

When Luca grinned like a little puppy and pointed at the painting Alberto had propped on his knees, of none other than the boy himself.

Luca's chin jutting out in defiance when Alberto offered to take Luca's picture home, since keeping it at his home would only result in ruining it.

And, equally defying, the sharp curve of Luca's jawbone as he stuck his tongue out at the sky, leaving Alberto still. He could see his soft features working under there. The faint pulse of his throat, a thrumming instrument but all the same slightly animal. When he had rolled his eyes and begrudgingly scooted his own painting over with a claw, splattering water on the edge, Alberto's eyes fixed on his scales ripple and shift on display when Luca moved.

Somewhere on the surface of the ocean, (the ocean skin as Luca called it fondly, but Alberto couldn't possibly think of that now) a boat's amber light hung in the darkness, the only thing to see from outside and, Alberto bit his lip, holding one meaning.

They were hunting for sea monsters on that boat. Ercole's parents, no doubt.

He walked by the bed to the window, almost in a trance, and slammed it shut. The smells of the sea were cut off, night sounds silenced. He wished he wasn't able to see it anymore, but Massimo's aged house hardly had the proper plumbing to operate let alone some goddamn curtains. It frustrated him that though the mental image of Ercole's father on the boat had lifted, that glowing yellow light remained to taunt him.

Luca said he had a family. A mother and father who cared for him and maybe loved him enough to keep him safe from the surface. But where was he now? These men, more monsters than people, with spears and blades sharper than Massimo's, scanning the calm sea with searchlights? Would the lights scare Luca?

He caught himself on the ledge of the windowsill, holding the wood frame tight. He felt it sigh under his weight it was so old.

What was happening?

"Fratello! Papa is not happy that you're letting his dinner get cold! Again!" Giulia, as Alberto could tell by her voice, was pressed to his closed door and resorted to gleeful knocking again and again.

Alberto slid the lock into place on the window, staring out into the night for a breath. Once, twice, then cleared his throat and called back.

"I'll be just a minute!" He tried to wipe the thought of Luca thrashing in the grip of a fisherman's net from his mind as he spoke, but his words came out wobbly and restrained.

Giulia's annoying pounding on the door stopped. "Okay, but I'm not doing your stupid chores for you anymore! Papa says so!" He saw her shadow hover by the bottom doorframe then whisk away to the light of the kitchen.

But through all of the sweaty panic Alberto cherished the quiet moments spent eating. Neither asked where he'd hurried off to so early in the morning while he wolfed down his dinner. (Truly Alberto wasn't sure of the answer himself, he only figured that if Luca was indeed a sea monster, maybe he was up with the rising of the sun like the fish Massimo and Alberto caught at dawn). But they, mostly Giulia, did however beg to know where that pasta was going if all Alberto did during his free time was sit and draw. They didn't know it took grueling work to paddle out to the island, and equally challenging talent to wrestle your way out of a sea monster's grip. He kept that to himself, of course, even if Machiavelli was snippier than usual at Alberto's presence when he thought about it, bringing a suspicion on what he did during the day that neither Giulia or Massimo seemed to care about.

Alberto nudged the pouchy white cat with his bare foot and Machi bit down on his heel. He pulled his legs back under the chair as far as they could go and as an apology for the fishy smell on him, and for trying to make him move, he dropped a few pieces of sausage down on the floor. He was sure that if no one else in the house was to know, Machiavelli was on Alberto's case, but the cat only growled and ate the peace offering.

He sighed. He was safe for the time being. That made him laugh around his bite of salad.

"Think of something funny, son?" Massimo looked up from his plate. Giulia had finished long ago and was only spinning her fork around in circles on the tablecloth.

Alberto nodded with a smile. "The cat."

"Speaking of cats! There's one that I keep seeing in the alley by the Gelataria, Papa, and I think that Machiavelli likes her!" Giulia perked up and was speaking with passion to Massimo now, Alberto's little quip forgotten.

"The black cat? Giulia, they're bad luck," Massimo put on his best apologetic face but it only spurred Giulia on. Alberto stared at his empty plate and debated whether now was the opportune time to slip away to his room with them distracted.

"But please, Papa! We could have kittens!" Giulia pleaded, hands splayed on the table for effect. From under Alberto's chair Machi was stewing. He stood from the table and took their plates, looking calm. Massimo was holding Giulia's small hand softly in his larger one, but it looked as though the girl was next to tears.

Alberto knew she was faking it, though. He listened smugly with his back to them while rinsing the plates and cutlery.

"Kittens are a lot of work."

"Alberto is a lot of work, but we still keep him around!"

"Giuletta. Manners."

"Sorry, Papa."

"Where would they sleep, Giulia? In your bed with you? You are allergic, my dear."

"Only mildly! And besides, if I start sneezing or something, they can stay in Alberto's room! Plain and simple."

"Excuse me?" Alberto whipped around. "Who said that I was okay with having roommates?"

Giulia giggled until her nose went pink. "You've been sharing that Pescaria smell with the two of us since yesterday, and last I checked, we didn't ask. So think of it as an upgrade."

"Like you smell any better!"

"Actually, Alberto." Massimo turned to him. "It...is an odd smell on you. It's not entirely fish."

"Yeah fratello. It's worse."

"Okay, that's it. I'm excusing myself now. Giulia you get to pick the record to play tonight."

"Go take a shower!" Giulia hollered at him, earning a grumble of disapproval on Massimo's part.

"Y-Yeah, sure thing!"

But the whole time his mind was reeling. Massimo had caught it. Giulia had caught it. Even the cat noticed it, too. Alberto pulled his tank up and over his head once the door was shut, bringing it to his nose. It smelled like sweat and salt, the usual things, but he was right. There was something else. It was mild with his nose so close, but still sharp and tangy, as if the sea-sprinkled wind had a personality that stuck to his clothes.

But that wasn't it. It was...oh no.

It was Luca.

Despite his efforts, it took him a solid ten minutes of scrubbing in the shower to get rid of Luca's smell. It wasn't that he hated it, he was used to smelling like fish from hours spent on Massimo's boat--but Machi had kept Alberto up almost all night yesterday, growling and scratching at Alberto's door because of the smell on him.

From in the kitchen, Giulia had chosen one of Massimo's more upbeat records to listen to while they finished cleaning up. He could hear her off-key singing, and Massimo's baritone jumping in with her, which made him smile.

The polaroids were still there, sticking out from underneath a sliver of the water glass. But of course they were, why wouldn't they be? Door locked, window overlooking the sea mostly covered, Alberto let his bath towel fall to his ankles. A line of shower water tickled his chin, or maybe it was sweat, he wasn't sure. He needed to get dressed. But he picked up the first of five photos.

A blurry little square of the pool that morning, just to test the camera, but around the edges sprigs of grass sprouted up through cracks in the island rock, making the picture much more beautiful than he thought.

The next three were of Luca. All taken as close to the top of the water as Alberto could get, too afraid to stick a hand under and gesture Luca to the surface, and also because it wasn't his camera. Body curled under the water, examining things along the walls of the pool too far to see, tail moving slow and practiced. His dorsal fins were the only things that translated best over film, a brilliant cool blue that Alberto had checked (and double-checked) he had the right color paint for.

He let out a tiny sigh at the final photo. Luca facing him from below, his expression a scowl, looking so human it was hard to believe that he wasn't.

But, as Alberto's fingers pinched the corners of the photos, of Luca, holding his breath as he knew it was definitely sweat he was now feeling on his neck, wasn't he human?

His chest ached, drumming a painful harmony from his frantic heart all the way down his abdomen, and if he moved the photos from his line of vision and looked down--

Oh no.

He relentlessly put everything he had into hurrying to throw on some clothes and turn off the lights. crawling into bed, so transfixed on the polaroids and—was it possible? Really? Had he just…?

No. He refused to encourage that line of thinking.

Luca was a sea monster, and probably asleep someplace far below the surface with his family, dreaming of seaweed or whatever else things that were not human thought about.

But, as Alberto lay there rigid and aching, staring at the ceiling waiting for that to go away, part of him wished he could be there with him. To make sure he was okay.

Pfft, sure. Make sure he's alright. That's all.

/ / /

Luca was not dreaming of seaweed.

But he was convinced he had died in his sleep, over a dream of soft touches. Phantom hands running down his scales, someone's calloused fingertips grazing the hollow of his throat so tenderly it made Luca squirm. Luca grabbed his imaginary person's forearm, begging to be touched. One hand remained tracing patterns on his chest while Luca felt another take hold of the side of his face, rubbing circles into his gills until he was sure he was going to pass out from the stimulation. He was so...sensitive there. Around his cheeks and his gills and especially his tail. But all he could do was tilt his face back in guilty bliss and allow whatever was happening to him to continue.

He'd never in all of his years had a dream quite like this.

"P-Please..." Luca whispered. Please stop, or please keep going? Even he didn't know.

He swore he heard a chuckle echo, a familiar chuckle, a confident one, but some sort of reaction all the same.

Luca blinked in his dream, almost crying out because the touch was gone, but then he realized it had only moved. The imaginary touches returned, this time a cool fingertip along his dorsal fin to his tail, while Luca shivered around it, biting his cheek. His legs twitched, and his tail curled around the forearm of this imaginary hand, feeling safe and comfortable enough to do so even if it was touching him in ways his mother had warned him about. The air around him (around them? no one was there) felt absurdly warm, but he realized it was only coming from his scales. The smell that hung in the air was overpowering, thick and heady in sweetness with just a trace of salt that Luca could almost taste in the air. A familiar smell...

He couldn't take much more of it. He had to wake up before...something happened. Something bad.

The cold water of his bedroom startled him into consciousness, the subdued blues and greys in much starker contrast to the tropical greens he'd dreamt of. That white-hot feeling came back, this time stronger and with a ripple of pain that burned in the pit of his stomach. When he opened his eyes the water around his bed felt warmer, like it had in the dream, and when Luca stretched out a hand his fingers were cool though his forearm was not, as if he was the one causing all of this heat.

Huh. Weird.

The last memories of the dream were still a thick haze on his thoughts, racing around and replaying the scenes over and over again until Luca buried his face into the sewn kelp of his bed to keep from whimpering.

He let his hand press to his belly, where it hurt the most, then slip down the waistband of his pants to rest between his legs. His fingers came back covered in something slick.

"Alberto..." Luca whined, rolling onto his stomach to alleviate some of the discomfort.

His eyes flung open. Alberto?

Oh.

Oh no.

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kabira · 3 years

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04 | solo

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 2.6k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — one instance of profanity

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“You’re being a bitch.”

Vernon closed his locker’s door with a click before turning around, looking at the ceiling in exasperation when he heard the accusatory voice. There was a tube light directly above him, brilliant and blinding right in his sight. He turned away as quickly as he had looked up, blinking back the dark spots in his stinging eyes.

He didn’t bother acknowledging Lucy before making his way down the hallway, bag slung over one shoulder. His muscles ached from the previous night’s encounter—he’d ended up swinging around for longer than usual, long after the three had to go back to the Helicarrier for their bedtime. Knowing May wouldn’t be waiting up for him back home had made him a little careless, and the exertion during gym hadn’t helped.

“Don’t you walk away from me, mister!” Luce called behind him. When she saw that he wasn’t stopping, she blew air out of her mouth in irritation before jogging to catch up. “Vernon! What is up with you?”

The hallway was mostly empty, which wasn’t that surprising. He’d had to stay back in the lab to clean up his new partner’s chemical spill, which had, of course, been blamed on him instead. The old Parker luck. “I need to get home, Luce.”

“Do you?” she asked, and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. A muscle in her jaw was working, tensing and relaxing at periodic intervals, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance. She was usually relaxed, but her current gait was constrained, like a coiled-up spring. “I saw how you nailed that new kid in gym today. You usually opt out of dodgeball, but—”

“He had it coming,” Vernon said dismissively, but his lips thinned. The new guy she was referring to was Yangyang, who did have it coming, because of his little incident in the cafeteria the day before. Maybe it was a little uncalled for, but Vernon still honestly believed he had deserved it at least a little bit. “And you’re not supposed to chew gum in the school.”

“Neither are you supposed to be mean to people for no reason, but we’re all sinners.” Luce shrugged, and he bit back a few choice words. She pushed through the door as they reached the exit, and he shielded his eyes against the hot midday sun that’s shone directly at them. “For real, though. You got him good—I’ve never seen you so hostile towards anyone save for Flash. Did Yangyang say something to you?”

For some reason, her knowing his name annoyed Vernon even further. “Did you get the answers to those questions yesterday?” he asked, switching the subject.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Very funny.” The laces of her converse were untied, a band pin on the lapel of her jacket wobbly, a few strands loose from her dark ponytail. He blinked, tearing his mind away from the little details of her appearance and tried to focus on walking. Left, right, left. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, well, I had a headache last night,” he said, grateful he didn’t have to hunt for excuses. His thoughts were already sluggish. “You can ask May.”

“I meant the one about Yangyang.” She paused, and he paused with her, taking a few steps before backtracking towards her. Her eyes were downcast, brow creased thoughtfully. Unconscious little gestures he knew like the back of his hand. Then she glanced up at him, right at him, so suddenly that when her eyes met his he swayed on his feet a little. “You don’t want to tell me, do you?”

I can’t, I’m sorry. But cryptic answers never helped. The last time he had tried withholding something from her that wasn’t his Spider-Man secret—the planned surprise party, for instance—she had persevered until he accidentally let it slip. Plus, she was sharp. A couple of new students, a few matching injuries, and she’d guess those three were superheroes right away. And where would he be then?

“It’s a guy thing,” he said instead, a little white lie he hoped would do the trick. Vernon raked a hand through his hair, pressing his lips into a smile as he squinted at her. “You’re going to embarrass me in front of all these pigeons.”

“The pigeons are half-dead because of New York’s air pollution, I’m pretty sure they have more important things to worry about than some guy’s adjustment problems,” she said, resuming her walk. He waited for her to pass him before following. “Look, I know the new kids are a sudden change after—” She bit the inside of her bottom lip. “Well. After…you know.”

All of a sudden, the atmosphere turned gloomier, as if a cloud had passed overhead. “Yeah,” Vernon said thickly, voice cracking. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I know.”

Lucy glanced at him, and though he wasn’t looking directly at her, he could sense the regret in her eyes. “It must be difficult for them, too,” she said. “Joining a new school in the middle of a session, just a few weeks after…all that.” She shrugged, looking at him, and their eyes met. “There’s no harm in being decent.”

He looked away, feeling the lining of his stomach go hot-and-cold. Even a mention of the incident turned every sunny conversation into something dark and somber, even though it had been months already. The counselor/agent had tried making him open up about it as well, but he’d snapped at her, only to regret it right after. It was a difficult subject for him, especially since he felt at least partially responsible for what had happened—but he couldn’t tell Luce that without revealing more than he was supposed to.

“So you’re still trying to score an interview with Tony Stark?” he asked instead, trying to steer the conversation towards a different topic. “I still can’t believe the board’s letting you do that.”

“Honestly? I think the only reason they agreed to it is because then they won’t have to assign me to anything of real importance,” she said with a small laugh. “They think I can’t do it.”

“Can you?”

“I have my ways,” she said, a glint in her eye. “I’d tell you how, but it’s too dangerous to involve an innocent civilian in my plans.”

“Uh-huh.” He tried not to shake his head. Oh, the irony. “You don’t have to talk to Stark, you know. I’m sure there were other civilian witnesses to the Goblin incident.”

“Yeah, but their accounts have already been reported. I need a superhero for this job.” She blew a strand of her hair out of her eyes. “If not him, who else am I going to talk to? Spider-Man?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Maybe?”

“I think Stark might be easier than that.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s kind of the point of the mask.”

He looked at her in half-surprise, unsure what to feel. They had talked about Spider-Man before, of course, but only in passing. A masked vigilante wouldn’t really be central to their usual conversations. Still, he hadn’t expected her to say that. “Yeah,” he murmured, feeling oddly warm. “I guess it is.”

“Oh, look,” she said, stopping in her tracks again. Vernon raised his eyebrows, following her line of sight to a Daily Bugle billboard on the side of a tall building. “Jameson’s having a field day with those photos of the new guys.”

He took a long look at the screen, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “Why would you show me that?” he mumbled. On the top right corner of the screen was a blurry picture of him with Tiger, Nova, and Iceman, looking like a perfectly normal team of superheroes fighting crime—except for the leftover webbing clinging to Nova’s costume. Distractedly, Vernon wondered what Jameson made of that little detail.

“As a sighting in Queens last night reported, it seems that Spider-Man has now deemed it fit to invite even more of his delinquent partners into this city!” the man on the screen yelled. If Vernon tried hard enough, maybe he could even see little spit bubbles form in Jameson’s salt-and-pepper moustache during the passionate rant. “With crime rates already increasing steadily ever since the arrival of this masked menace, who knows what kind of mayhem the new additions to his team will spell for New York?”

Always the charmer.

“…anyway,” Luce muttered. She was frowning at the screen, but seemed unable to look away. “Who do you think those guys are?”

“Those guys?” Vernon echoed, awkwardly running his thumb along the strap of his bag. What could he say that would arouse the least suspicion? “They seem new.”

Nailed it.

“Right,” she mumbled, looking distracted, like her mind was far away—never a good sign with this one. “But, as I was saying, I know the past month’s been hard for you. It’s been hard for me, too, but you shouldn’t take it out on a few unsuspecting newbies when they don’t deserve it.”

Vernon kissed his teeth, choosing to stay silent. The last thing he wanted right now was more impromptu therapy, but he knew that trying to dissuade Lucy from speaking would only encourage her. The best he could do was shut up and let her have it.

“You know what’s helped me deal with it?” she asked, and he raised his eyebrows, wanting to get it over with. “Working. Ever since I joined the school newspaper, I’ve been able to keep myself busy. Distracted. I don’t want to sound like a mom, but maybe something like that could work out for you—like an after-school job or something.”

Oh, you have no idea. But he only shrugged, keeping his eyes on the billboard. He had been able to keep busy as Spider-Man, a well-needed distraction from the pain, but now with those three around, it wasn’t the good kind.

“Maybe,” he murmured, watching on as Jameson gesticulated violently onscreen. “We’ll see.”

Vernon swung the drone trapped at the end of his web in a full circle before letting go, letting it fly through the training room into a collapsed structure of another laser. The drone exploded, sparking as it crashed, crushing the circuit of the lasers in the structure beneath it.

Dusting off his hands, he turned, facing the rest of his ‘team’-mates, who stood to one side, having been watching him as he single-handedly took on the subjects of their training session. He had been going at it for about half an hour now, and it had been strangely satisfying to get to throw stuff around for the heck of it.

Nova stood leaning against the wall next to the control panel, his arms folded over his chest. “You done yet?” he asked in a bored voice.

The drone Vernon had just disabled sparked again, shooting an angry red beam across the room. Vernon clicked his modified web shooters into condensed impact mode and webbed the drone again without looking. The drone crackled once, then its light went dark.

“I am now,” he said, dropping his arm. Felix watched him with bleary eyes as he turned and headed towards the exit, which slid open with a pneumatic hiss. “And since I managed to complete the mission objective solo, I think I’m going to head home.”

“Except you didn’t.” White Tiger landed in his path, executing a perfect handspring that arched high over his head. Her reflexes were as good as his—maybe even better, but he would probably never tell her that.

She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one leg. Despite the mask covering her features, he could sense how peeved she was through the sheer annoyance radiated by her posture. “The objective was to disable the bots without alerting the security system. You trashed the drones and crashed the system, and the power failure would have initiated a manual site-wide search. If this had been a real mission, we would have been discovered by now.”

“Except this isn’t a real mission,” he said, equally annoyed. “If it had been, I’m pretty sure I would have been able to do the job easily. Six armed drones against one spider? No competition.”

“And this was supposed to be a team effort,” she snapped. “If this had just been a solo training session, I would have had no problem with you doing what you just did. But in case you forgot, the whole point of this is to prepare us for team combat in real situations, to help us learn to work better, together. Your taking on everything alone wasn’t heroic, it was an obstruction of the purpose of this entire thing.”

She took a step back, suddenly, as if reeling from a blow, though he hadn’t even moved. The training room had gone silent—granted, it hadn’t been very noisy in the first, place, but her voice had been so loud and her words so rapid that Vernon had forgotten the silence. Now it pressed down on him, like another layer to his suit.

She dropped her arms to her sides, fingers curling in and out slightly, her claws retracting under the white gloves. “I know it’s difficult for you having to work with someone against your will,” she said, “and I know you don’t like us very much. But that’s not a good enough reason for you to throw away everything we’ve been training for. If you’re not going to be nice, at least try to be civil.”

She turned on his heel and stalked out the door. Vernon watched her go, right up until the doors slid back in place behind her.

He turned around, only to find the other two staring back at him. “Way to go,” Felix mumbled.

“You totally got schooled right there,” Yangyang said, though he didn’t sound very amused. “You know she takes this training stuff more seriously than any of us.” He shrugged; arms still folded. “Gotta be more sensitive than that.”

“Stop it,” Felix snapped at him, looking annoyed. “She only cares about this so much because it’s the only thing she’s got. You’ve got the Guardians, and I have—had—the X-Men, and probably a bunch of other mutant organizations, like the Frost Academy or something,” he added the last bit in an undertone, “but S.H.I.E.L.D.—after she lost her family, this is the only place she can turn to. That’s her one chance at making it, but this doofus is refusing to cooperate. If it were me, I’d be pretty pissed.”

Vernon narrowed his eyes at him, but couldn’t find the strength to argue. Too much about what Felix had said hit right where it hurt. Losing someone you cared about, suddenly having nobody to turn to…he understood how bad that was. But losing your entire family and being displaced from your home? He couldn’t even imagine it.

The earlier annoyance had drained from his body like an ebbing tide, leaving nothing but a hollowness and that damned guilt that seemed to follow him everywhere like an annoying ghost. Oh, well, my fault for having a conscience.

Suddenly tired, he sighed, tearing his eyes from the mutant’s and looking resignedly at a spot on the wall. As much as he would like to have a reason to properly hate his new team, he knew he couldn’t really blame them for any of this. “Where do you think she’ll go?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t—” Yangyang started.

“Up top,” Felix answered, cutting him off. His irises were rings of ice, but when Vernon looked at him then, they seemed almost warm. “Take the elevator to the left. Make sure you don’t fall off the side—New York’s a long way down.”

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* ♡ ◞ INTRODUCING LUNA.

hey, you haven’t bumped into luna wikström lately, have you? they have been living here for the past twenty-two years and during that time, locals have gotten to know them as humorous & loyal. a little birdie told me they can be quite irritable & scatterbrained though. explains why they’re a student and part time model. they really remind me of the lingering scent of a nice perfume, blurry photos from the night before, warm group hugs. if you’re ever looking for them, i bet you can find them around port briar lighthouse.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒. —

faceclaim: yandeh sallah

full name: luna aleksandra wikström

nicknames: little birdie (by her mother)

age: 22 years old

gender, pronouns: cis woman, she/her

orientation: biromantic, bisexual

related labels: the rich kid, the prom queen, the caretaker

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎. —

› was born into a very wealthy family. having been unplanned, her parents were much more busy with work than caring for her. they fight constantly and luna can’t help but feel like she’s partially to blame for their unhappy marriage. growing up, parents showered their only daughter with money and luxuries instead of love and proper attention

› as a teenager, luna quickly grew tired of her broken family. she would spend days at a time with her best friends & make up excuse after excuse as to why she couldn’t go home; the constant fighting and half-assed effort parenting was draining - so, instead, luna found a family among her friend group. they understood her, listened to her, supported her. they gave her everything she lacked growing up & she very much gives those things in return

› she would sneak to the lighthouse to watch the sunset & smoke weed. she just finds the whole area so calming and the lighthouse is absolutely her favourite place to escape when things get stressful

› has a resting bitch face and people who don’t know her personally just assume she’s a spoiled princess brat because of who her parents are so when they get to know her & see that she’s really kind and funny and super chill, they’re very surprised. it honestly makes her sad to think about people having poor thoughts about her character before even meeting her.

› is a whitby university student as an art major & does a bit of modelling on the side; thanks to the strings her father has pulled. she lives on campus

› is incredibly loyal to her friends!! will drop everything she’s doing to help her friends, even if it’s 2 in the damn morning!! she’s also a good listener to acquaintances / strangers; she’s totally the type of person to go on those anonymous venting groups and just give advice and listen to people who need it

› she gives warm and comforting hugs :) and also has a really contagious laugh

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒. —

› found family / childhood friend group, 0/4: they are *her people*. luna is extremely thankful to have them in her life to the point that she gets emotional when thinking about it. they’ve been there for each other through the good and the bad and are still very good friends to this day

› family “friends”, 0/2: essentially people who are in business with her parents. they’ve shared dinners together and every interaction the pair have had has literally just been super boring small talk; though, now that luna is an adult and has distanced herself from her parents a bit more, their ‘friendship’ (if you could call it that) is much less forced

› ex on good terms, 0/1: they were good friends before dating which made the break up a lot less .. awkward and painful. it was mutual and honestly, very chill. they remain friends to this day and both agree that they’re much better off as just that

› parental figure, 0/1: because luna never really got that genuine, sincere parental love, she found it within them when they took her under their wing. when she’s in trouble or in need of an actual adult’s(™) advice, she turns to them

› current lover, 0/1: they’re head-over-heels for each other and anyone who knows them, knows they’re completely and utterly in love. luna truly feels like she’s found the one in them and she hopes to spend the rest of her life with them

› other quick ideas: crushes, a friendzone, (fr)enemies, rivals, ex-friends because of a rumour / lie, unlikely friends, friends who have grown apart, party / smoking buddies

#briar.intro

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 4 years

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Thin Ice Pt5 || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Brad fight which leads to Peter getting his hands dirty.

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: PLEASE READ! Yes this is a reupload because I wasn’t really happy with how it turned out at first. The beginning will be pretty much the same but I got rid of the whole storyline with Y/N thinking Peter was Spiderman cause I just want him to be a normal happy teenager for once!

Warning: foul language, implications of sexual acts, blood, physical violence

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||to be continued

“ Y/N? You look a little pale...maybe you should sit down,” MJ suggested but you kept your eyes locked onto Cindy’s phone screen.

You were in disbelief, you couldn’t believe that it was you in the picture. Your lips against Brad. His hands by your side. Your eyes both closed shut. It made you sick.

Years of movie nights and pizza deliveries were gone. Years of inside jokes between classes had slipped away. Years of history and friendship, down the drain from one single photo and a kiss that meant absolutely nothing.

“ I need to go,” You grabbed your phone and headed for the door. Cindy thought quickly and stepped in front of you with her hands up.

“ Y/N, stop and think for a second. I know you’re mad, hell I am too but you can’t just go over and beat him up.”

You tried to go around Cindy but she just moved to block you. You were wasting precious time and the longer that the photo was out there, the angrier you felt.

“ I’m not gonna beat him up,” You said softly as MJ eyed you suspiciously,” I’m gonna kill him.”

You shoved past Cindy and left the room, leaving Cindy and MJ with open mouths.

You slammed the door shut before stomping your way over to Brad’s room, your vision already blurry from your tears. You wanted to cry and crawl up into a ball but there was something inside you that ignited your sadness into something more powerful. Rage. Pure uncaged rage.

Everyone always described you as a sweet girl who would never confront people. You used to let people walk all over you and apologize when you did nothing wrong. You were tired of being that girl, you were here to take prisoners, not excuses.

You banged on the door with the side of your fist,” Open this door right now or I swear to god-”

The door swung open and you came face to face with Flash who looked like he had just gotten out of the shower.

“ Yikes, you look pissed. Was it from your recent sexcapade with Brad-”

You shoved Flash to the side so hard that his back hit one of the shelves and knocked over a potted plant. You made a beeline for Brad, who was sitting down watching TV without a care in the world.

Brad looked up at you and looked up at you innocently,” Hey Y/N, I was wondering when you would show up.”

His calm, almost righteous tone was just like adding gasoline to the fire and adrenaline hissed through your body like a deadly poison.

You didn’t even realize you had punched him until he was on the ground, holding his jaw. You stood over him and felt your body fume with anger.

“ You’re a piece of shit Brad! I can’t believe you took a photo you perverted psychotic fuckboy!” You climbed over Brad and started to beat his face with the sides of your fists,” stop blocking me and let me fucking hit you!”

“ What the hell- Y/N stop!” You felt Peter’s hands wrap around your waist before he pulled you off of Brad.

You fought against his grip but Peter stayed his ground and kept you away. You didn’t even know Peter was in the room but that didn’t stop you from your main objective, which was to beat Brad to a pulp.

“ Flash, what’s going on?” Peter asked as Cindy and MJ rushed into the room,” MJ?”

“ Apparently Brad took a picture of him and Y/N hooking up-”

“ We didn’t hook up! He fucking tricked me!” You shook Peter off of you but Peter held out his arm so you wouldn’t lunge at Brad again.

Flash raised his hands defensively and mumbled,” That’s not what Brad told me plus a picture is worth a thousand words.”

MJ cursed under her breath before marching over to Flash. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the room,” Go take a walk, yeah?”

MJ slammed the door in his face before returning to Cindy’s side.

“ MJ what picture?” Peter asked again, this time louder as MJ reluctantly unlocked her phone and handed it over to Peter.

You looked away in embarrassment as Peter clicked on the photo to get a better look. Peter’s heart sank to the floor, it really was you.

All of his suspicions of what happened in the bathroom during truth or dare was finally confirmed but he was far from relieved.

Brad got up from the floor and rubbed his jaw as you stared him down.

“ Y/N, please I didn’t mean to-”

“ Didn’t mean to what? Send a picture like that to the whole decathlon team? What, was it just for your spank bank or something?” You yelled as Peter gave you a side glance.

Peter felt completely betrayed. He genuinely thought he had fallen for you and that you felt the same way for him but the photo ripped his heartstrings out. He gave the phone back to MJ, not wanting another look.

He didn’t want to believe it but the proof was right there in front of him. At the end of the day, Peter knew he had to put his feelings aside and do the right thing, no matter how heartbroken he was.

Peter drew in a sharp breath before turning to Brad,” Apologize and delete it.”

“ I don’t need to apologize to you-”

“ No Brad! Not to me, to Y/N!” Peter snapped as he made his way over to Brad slowly,” I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”

Brad took a moment before turning to you,” Y/N, I’m sorry. Really, it was an accident. I was just gonna send it to Peter so he could back off but I messed up...Can I talk to you privately without him here?”

You let out a dry laugh as you put your hand over your forehead,” You sound crazy right now, do you even hear yourself? And you’re lucky Peter is here cause you’d-”

You took a stride towards Brad but Peter grabbed your arm and leaned into your ear,” Y/N, I’m trying to help you. Let me.”

You didn’t respond as you looked down at your arm where Peter’s grip was. You looked up at Peter and watched his expression carefully. Even though he was on your side, you could see it in his eyes how hurt he was.

Peter swallowed hard before turning towards Brad. Even though he had to look up to face him, Peter stood tall and unbothered.

“ Delete it Brad. Then when you’re done, I’ll leave you two alone,” Peter said as he tried to compose himself.

If he could have his way, Peter would’ve joined you in kicking Brad’s ass but he knew it wasn’t a fair fight. Peter mostly had control of his powers but he also knew how out of hand it could get, especially if Peter got angry.

Brad sighed but went on his phone. After a few seconds, Brad tossed his phone onto the bed and held up his hands,” Alright Parker, the photos gone. I can’t do anything about it being sent into the group chat though.”

“ I got it, I’m gonna go around and make sure everyone deletes it. Unless they want to be charged with child pornography, I’m sure they’ll listen to me,” Cindy gave you a reassuring nod as MJ volunteered to go with her.

Now that it was just you, Brad, and Peter, the room felt still.

“ I want my apology Brad, not just for manipulating me but for throwing away our whole relationship,” You said as you shook your head in disbelief,” I can’t believe that after all we had been through, you would betray me...I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Brad took a few steps forward and glared past Peter,” Are you serious? Unlike Peter, you actually know me! You’re willing to drop me the second some guy shows interest in you and that just shows how naive you really are!”

Peter stepped in between the two of you and put his hand out towards Brad, almost touching his chest,” Don’t take another step Brad, that’s your last warning.”

Brad looked between the two of you and shook his head in disbelief,” You think I would hurt her? That’s funny coming from you Peter- you know Y/N he isn’t who he says he is-”

“ Oh my god Brad, if this is about your dumb conspiracy about Peter being Spiderman, I don’t want to hear it!” You exclaimed as you motioned your hand to Peter,” you are so scared about being replaced by him that you start making up dumb shit to feel less insecure! I could care less if Peter is Jesus himself, that doesn’t make it okay to sabotage my relationships!”

Brad pointed straight at Peter,” Why don’t you tell her or do you just love lying to her-”

“ Do you hear yourself? You sound insane!”

“ If I’m insane then you’re goddamn stupid for falling for this nice guy crap!” Brad snapped as he took another step towards you,” Watch, he’ll be done with you just like that!”

As Brad took another step closer to you, Peter tensed up and used his hand to push Brad lightly in the chest to back off,” Hey, I said watch it!”

Brad took in a sharp breath before he drew his fist back and swung it straight at Peter. Before you could even react, Peter dodged his hit and sent his fist directly into Brad’s face. You both watched as Brad fell over onto the ground with a hard thud.

“ What the fuck Peter!” You screamed as you scrambled to Brad who was unconscious,” oh fuck what did you do?”

Peter stood there shocked as you tried to shake Brad awake. He didn’t even mean to punch that hard but he couldn’t help it. Peter was beyond mad before but all of that washed away once he saw how terrified you were,

“ I-I’m sorry but he was calling you names! I was just trying to help,” Peter stammered as he started to panic,” i-is he alive?”

“ Of course he is!” You snapped as you started searching the room for a napkin or towel to stop Brad’s nose from bleeding more,” I didn’t ask for your help, Peter! I’m not some damsel, I can fight my own battles!”

Peter couldn’t believe how unreasonable you were being,” So you can punch him but I can’t?”

You were so overwhelmed with Brads injury and Peter’s yelling that you could literally feel steam coming out of your ears. It escalated too quickly and while you knew Brad was to blame, Peter wasn’t help.

“ Look at him Peter, you knocked him out cold!” You grabbed a handful of napkins and put pressure on Brad’s nose,” You’re not my boyfriend, I don’t need someone to defend me! ”

Peter looked between you and Brad and he felt like he was living in a nightmare. He couldn’t even fathom the idea that you were still helping Brad after everything he had just said and done to you.

“ Yeah, clearly,” Peter said coldly as you stopped what you were doing to look at him.

“ What is that supposed to mean?” You asked as Peter hesitated. He immediately regretted his words but you were quick to catch on,” You’re still thinking about the kiss, aren’t you? Peter, he tricked me, it wasn’t like that.”

Peter felt like he had a mouth full of cotton and even though he wanted to believe you, all he could think about was the picture. He knows what kissing you felt like but the fact that Brad also knew what your lips felt like upset Peter.

There was so much that he wanted to tell you like how Brad was right and that Brad wasn’t being paranoid about him. Peter knew how risky it would be for him to be intimate with someone while he was Spiderman.

“ Do you even trust me Peter?” You asked as Peter shifted side to side.

His fear all along was that you and Brad’s history would get in the way and that you would always choose him. He thought that now because even though Brad was unconscious and you needed to help him, you still couldn’t even look Peter in the eye.

“ You two are close and you even told me that you two have a history together,” Peter said softly as he looked down at his shoes,” maybe a kiss isn’t too hard to believe….maybe you don’t need me.”

Now it was Peter’s turn to avoid your gaze and as you watched him, you immediately knew his answer. He didn’t trust you. You looked down at Brad before shaking your head,” You know what, if you don’t believe me then fine.”

“ If you want to be a good guy, watch him and call MJ,” You grabbed a clean towel and threw it at Peter before storming away towards the door. Once you opened it you turned back to Peter who was still in shock,” and you’re right, I don’t need you.”

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