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akegatacchi · 5 years

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Sense8 AU!aftg

In the honor of absolutlynothing I’ve decided to put out there one of the many au I have on my phone and archive it there

Big shout out to @a-m-peengoo and @bluesuederose for participating in this mess with genius lines and always be there to bear my 36 ideas per hour. We did a masterpiece girls.

Here we go it’s gonna be long

The cluster:

Kevin: Nomi. He’s just a fuckin hacker who’s running away from his family (riko). When he’s bored, he spends nights crashing the Pentagon system for fun, and makes every screen in the White House play Best Exy Actions Compilation (the longest and hardest part is choosing one compilation to play).

Dan: Will. One of them have to keep them under control. Plus, Dan with a gun i can’t even-

Matt: Riley. Soft, blue strand of hair, a heart of gold, maternal. As a DJ. Yes. SO SOFT (he still knows how to box)

Allison: Capheus. Listen. Imagine Allison in high heels, skin tight leather pants, driving a bus. Also, a F1 pilot champion who can drive anything (even if it’s the first time)

Andrew: Wolfgang. Duh. Do I need to explain myself. Just think abt him saying “This is Berlin. Those are my people. And we go to our knees for no one”.Boy he does NOT like this situation, at all. Will keep the others out with sheer willpower and no blockers. The cluster’s deadliest weapon. PLUS HELLO???? ANDREW IN A PASTEL PINK BOMBER SHOOTING ON A HELICOPTER WITH A BAZOOKA????

Aaron: Felix? Sorta? not a senseate but a great doctor. Senses bullshit and when someone is in Andrew’s body real quick (Andrew: says more than 2 sentences and is pleasant. Aaron:.....who’s that bitch where is my brother) . Later helps to manufacture blockers.

Neil: Kala. A pharmacist that uses his skill for arson and may or may not be running away from mafia/family matter and currently hiding in India. Him saying “Bring it, bitch” to Riko is my sexuality and Andrew’s. Can create explosives from a Fanta can and spices I mean it’s already canon in aftg. (plus andreil would work even better bc technically Neil can’t even touch Andrew for real)

Nicky: Lito. The drama, the sass. Also the scene where he discovers the Twinyard in Germany are his cousins would be hilarious. The scene where Lito seduces the nurse but with Nicky (“engaging into heterosexual activity? me????”) or the scene where Lito screams in the museum but with Nicky

Erik as Hernando. That’s it that’s the post.

Renee: Sun. I mean, a korean fighter lady in prison trying to be a better person and had a silent bffs relationship with a german gangster? Come on. Also. Allison in a bus and Renee doing art martials stuff.

Riko: whispers i guess he can eat Allison’s high heels

Now the ~scenes~ (it’s just shitposting):

Aaron, on the verge on several break downs: wait so you have like … DJ Blue Matt and F1 pilot Allison Reynolds in your head? since when? ANDREW SINCE WHE-

Neil: what’s a better use of a multiple thousands dollars education than precise arson?????

Aaron: why does your boyfriend always end up burning things up?

Andrew: he lits up my heart as well

Aaron: FOR FUCK SAKE

Kevin, shocked and betrayed: is there a better sport than exy?

Aaron and Allison: YEAH A REALLY GOOD CAR RACE

Allison: you’re - you’re like the spirit of Lucy Liu. In Charlie’s Angels. I watch it once a day. Renee:.....that’s sweet actually :)

Neil: does a molotov cocktail

Matt: I tHoUgHt yOu wErE a PhArMaCiSt

Neil: Yes? That’s PHYSICS

Matt: no that’s ARSON NEIL

Alternative:

Kevin: breaks into the Pentagon virtually

Neil: breaks into the Pentagon physically

Matt, again: i thought you were a PHARMACIST!!!! Neil: Yes I am??? That’s irrelevant

A senseate sibling, escaping, grabbing a vehicle at random: someone knows how to drive that?

Allison, in stilettos : no, but I sure will soon

Just Allison driving Renee around to fight people

Everytime someone mocks a senseate sibling Neil or Nicky shows up to roast them. Sometimes they do it both at the same time. It’s apocalyptic. The sass. The drama.

They can also bullshit their way out of any situation. Neil is such a smooth liar and Nicky is just ridiculous. The FBI agent charged to arrest them somehow ends up crying abt childhood trauma while hugging a teddy bear.

Neil, caught in the act of making a string of explosives by the FBI guy: uuuuuuh….Nicky?

Nicky, currently dealing with a white mom in retail: somehow convince the FBI to buy christmas lights

(Yes Nicky works in retail bc his family cut ties with him but he hopes to be an actor.ON BROADWAY)

(From retail to actor to cluster negotiator real quick)

A fuckin moron to Allison: a hottie like you driving a bus? what is this, hooker on wheels?

Neil: please let me have this one

Allison: seats back and enjoys Neil roasting him

Nicky: brings the popcorn

Nicky, to the FBI guy: You can’t arrest me Daryl I’m your long lost little brother

The FBI guy, a white man: My name is not Daryl Neil: THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE

The FBI guy, texting Neil (don’t ask): I guess I’m still in love with my ex

Nicky: aaaaaw we have to help this sweetheart

Neil: do you want me to burn his current boyfriend’s car, buddy?

(Nicky: DON’T REMIND HIM THAT HE’S SUPPOSED TO ARREST US)

A fuckin homophobe: ready to get your ass kicked, faggot?

Andrew: appears through Nicky

Nicky, smiling: fuck yeah, baby

Andrew, between two bazooka shot, to Neil: we’re nothing

Nicky, through Andrew, all cheery: Hi!!!! :D

(Aaron jumps like a scared cat)

Andrew: ready to kill ppl for mafia business

All the senseate siblings in the back minus Renee, eating popcorn and enjoying the show: Kick ass, Drew!

Andrew, on the hospital bed: has an emotional moment with Aaron

Aaron: sir or ma'am, idk who you are but it’s family only, I will ask you, as his doctor, to leave my brother’s body

Aaron: Andrew is2g if you’re making psychic love to that fuckin red hair rn i will-

Andrew each time a senseate is hurt: Aaron it’s for you

(Just Aaron doing med tutorials for a whole cluster while Andrew repeats it with a bored tone to everyone)

(Aaron, sighs: it is Neil again? Just let him bleed for a few minutes)

Neil, making bomb with kitchen stuff: If it means losing you then no

Andrew, falling in love: oh

Bad guy: You have no weapon, blondie!

Allison, with Renee and Dan behind her: Think again, sweetheart

They made a little “honorary cluster member” badge to Aaron (he does not cry STFU NEIL)

Dan and Neil both knows by heart the laws of different countries…..for very different reasons.

Luther: humiliates Nicky once again

Renee: calmly breaks his hand at dinner while smiling like an angel, all the while stopping Andrew from killing him with the other hand

Neil, a pharmacist: blowing shit up and arson

Aaron, a doctor, watching him: yk what hold my beer I know several ways to stop a man’s heart

The whole “You don’t know how to use a gun” “No, but you do” with andreil or matt and dan

Just Drew and Renee kicking some mafia asses together as buddies

(While Neil blows some shit up in the background and Allison/Nicky cheer)

Matt has the perfect ear too

Him and Kevin are the remote operation/communication team but one day all the fighters/criminals of the cluster are busy so they both start to fight as well and fuck they are good at it

Nicky: I expected this from Biceps Matt but Kevin??? You can land a kick like that???

Kevin, outraged: I WENT TO THE EXY OLYMPICS WHEN I WAS 16

Speaking of Kevin, they all call him “nerd” or “einstein”

Allison: so the nerd can fight uh

Aaron, counting down on his fingers: so you have F1 Pilot Superstar Allison Reynolds, former gold medalist and tech genius Kevin Day, a human diapason, a multilingual arsonist, World no.1 Taekwondo Champion Renee Walker, a cop, an actor…..what are you there for??

Andrew, literally a mafia king:....ice cream and crime?

Neil to Andrew, after the whole debacle with his father is out: You did know there were mafia out of Germany too, right?

Andrew: I can’t even have that for myself fuck this family

Dan, every time before each “mission”: okay guys I know we need to do it but I’d like to remind ALL of you *looks pointly at Neil and Andrew* it’s STILL illegal and morally dubious

Neil: …….like I said to Nicky, irrelevant *without missing a beat blows up the entire building and puts on stolen Gucci shades*

Alternative:

Neil: ok saint theresa why were you the one to suggest we explode Riko’s brain off then

Dan: ...don’t turn the conversation around me it’s about you

Allison “guess we’re detourning a place next” Reynolds and Kevin “It’s not that hard to pilot” Day

(Kevin: But why are you on a plane to Russia? I thought you were in India last time?

Neil:....don’t ask)

Aaron to Andrew, where they are trapped and betrayed: your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to know how to poison a whole room with gaz?

Neil: I was born for this moment

(Andrew: just bc you’re my brother doesn’t mean you have the right to dirty talk my boyfriend)

Andrew: be gay, do crime and eat ice cream

Nicky: AND BLOW NEIL’S D-

(before they know abt Neil’s past, when Andrew is angsty bc he caught feelings)

Andrew: You shouldn’t get close to me, it’s dangerous, i’m mafia

Neil: oh haven’t you heard-

Jeremy, bouncing out of nowhere: Hey Kev ! Love how you BI-nary code ahah have you heard of the ARCHIPELAGO

Neil, sipping tea: so my father is the Butcher

Matt: okokokok coolcoolcoolcool yk what arson doesn’t sound like a bad idea after all

(this one is not funny sorry) but Neil taking over each time someone is hurt bc he is used to deal with it

“Give the pain to me”

Andrew and Aaron like to fuck around a lot with the whole sensate stuff (since only one of them is a sensate)

Bad guy: only one of you is a sensate, which one is it?

Twinyard, in a perfect and flat tone: try to guess

A bad guy is spying on Andrew and waiting to kill him in Germany, via a cam, thinking he’s safe BUT SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER it was aaron dressed as Andrew in a mafia meeting and now you have to deal with a 5 feet tall mafia boy

For real tho they are a little protective of the normal doctor who heal them every time (yes even Neil but don’t tell him) so you bet something like that happens one day:

Aaron: comes home from work angry

Andrew, cleaning up blood or counting money: whassup shithead?

Aaron: There’s this older doctor he’s great and all but he’s a fuckin asshole to me he belittles me everyday bc i’m young and we lost a patient today bc he rathers humiliate me than let me save him

Andrew, a dangerous glint in his eyes and a whole cluster behind him: oh?

Kevin, opens his computer and digs up dirt on him: give me a sec

Allison: I can roll over him with my truck

Neil: there is so many ways to mix two meds and kills him ON ACCIDENT

Dan: let’s see how he deals in prison

Nicky: oh this is going to be fun

Kevin, reciting facts like he’s reading a grocery list: so yeah he smuggles meds from the hospital so local drug dealers, illegally sells meds for himself on the black market, does tax evasion, is friend with a local senator and both of them are involved with minors….i have already several reservation at X hotel btw and cases of work harassment on nurses and interns, threats to others older doctors in serve, and OH. OH. We have a spanking kink on our hands too.

Every members of the cluster, turning to Nicky and Neil:....go wild

Nicky, giggling: not that’s it’s a shame when it’s consensual but not here so - let’s start with the spanking :D

Neil: Can I make him cry

No violence is used but the doctor is found on the floor drowning in his own tears after a few minutes and after an hour he’s resigned and leaving the country

Andrew was dressed as Aaron for that (that being: smuggling Neil and Nicky into the hospital to meet the doctor through him) and sends him a selfie of a 5 feet surgeon and the man crying on the floor

It’s their best memory as a family (Aaron hates Neil a little less after that)

Neil to Nicky: why did you stop me from pushing towards suicide??? He’s gonna do that in another country

(Kevin: no if I can help it)

Nicky: bc we don’t do that to people!

Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Allison:...........right

Neil: killing even indirectly is no good but destroying their life and humiliating them publically is good?

Nicky: YES!

Matt and Dan: WAIT NO

(Allison: don’t brother Neil you’ll just hurt your head)

(Neil, close to tears: but...but...but arson?? Andrew, with knives out: alright fuckers who broke his heart?)

Matt and Dan bc they’re fuckin weak to Neil: ITS OK BUDDY ARSON IS GOOD

I have to end on this note:

Storyline wise, Neil would have make the perfect Wolfgang too….if Wolfgang was a twink.

#aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #andreil #hc #hcs #headcanon #headcanons #sense8 au #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd #reene walker #allison reynolds #kevin day #nicky hemmick #all for the game

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petertomspidey · 5 years

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Ablaze - Peter Parker x Villian!reader Pt. 3

Warnings: PTSD nightmares, anxiety, survivor’s guilt, swearing,

Summary: Peter, Ned, MJ, and you have a study/movie night while parents are out.

A/N: I know Michelle’s last name isn’t Watson, I kinda wanted to smush MCU and Sony’s MJ together. I think it’s a fun idea.

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since your last run-in with Spider-Man, two weeks since you moved homes, two weeks since you met Peter and his friends. Two weeks.

You are honestly surprised things haven’t gone awry yet. MJ and you have gotten closer, staying up past midnight just talking. You and Peter exchanged numbers your second day, and you’ve been texting whenever you can. You and Ned have connected on deeper levels than you thought you would. You went to MJ’s writing club that Betty, Ned, and Peter, surprisingly, were a part of.

Everything was going amazingly perfect, and to be honest with yourself, you’re the happiest you’ve been in a long time. So, of course, you are smiling and laughing along to the jokes and chatter at your lunch table, feeling so unbelievably carefree.

“Wait! You said what to Ms Joseph?!” You couldn’t believe that Peter had talked back to a teacher, which was making him laugh nervously at your reaction.

“I just told her she should stop talking about her cat because nobody cares! We have mid-terms soon and I was already tired and she was just- ugh. You know?” Peter was munching on apple slices between his words while you, Ned, and MJ were laughing at his punishment- cleaning her classroom desks after school.

“Okay, how about instead of hanging out right after school because of the rebel Peter here, how about we meet at my place later? Movie and ‘studying’, there’s probably some junk food in the pantry.”

“But what about parents, MJ? It’s a school night, I doubt they’ll let us have friends over.” You squinted your eyes as she shrugs.

“They said they were gonna be out of town until Thursday, remember?”

“I mean, I’m cool with it if you are. I’ve just got the Stark internship first.” Peter sighs and you can tell he’s exhausted by it.

“Same here, except no internship. I’m just cool with going.” Ned chortles and nudges Peter’s shoulder.

“Then it’s settled. 7 at our apartment, bring blankets. We’re gonna make a fort.” MJ crosses her arms on her chest, clearly satisfied with her decision.

The rest of the day dragged on, the only good class, chemistry with Peter, had passed so you were bored and lonely for the rest of your classes. The end of the last class approached eventually, and you were more than happy to finally get to Blaze in the warehouse.

You sent a quick text to MJ as always, making up some excuse as to why you’d be late home. Today’s fib was that you were job searching in the area. She responded with a vexatious text, “Don’t be late for movie night with Ned and Peterrrrrr!”

Great. Now I’m gonna be distracted by ‘Peterrrrrr’.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile at the thought of him. You had bonded over the fact you both don’t have parents, you both love photography, you both love gummy worms. You could go on about him for ages, but you were snapped from your thoughts when Blaze’s voice echoed through the warehouse.

“You seem a bit preoccupied today, Phoenix. You might want to take a day off?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Just lost in thought, I’m fine.” You waved your hand dismissing his concern, changing into your suit. Once you masked your face, you turned to your phone, checking for any last messages.

Hey, Sunshine. So, for movie night, want me to bring gummy worms?

You smile to yourself looking at his message. You type back a quick, “Yes please!” and realise that maybe MJ was right about Peter. Maybe.

“Y/N. You need to get started on today’s target. We’ve only got a 30-minute window.”

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Give me a background.” You’ve honestly started taking a bit longer to fire up lately. Anger was your main fuel source, but now you feel happiness more than any other emotion. You shake off the anxiety about your condition and focus on Blaze’s voice.

“37-year-old male, lives in the downtown district, he has numerous arson charges dating to at least 4 years ago, yet he has never been convicted. People believe he pays off the judges and juries.”

“God, what’s wrong with this world?!” With a burst of flames and flash of smoky memories, you become the Phoenix. “Let’s get this fucker.”

You make your way to the downtown area, searching for the unlucky, but deserving, man. It had been 10 minutes of searching before Blaze points him out to you. You look below you to an alley, your target was holding what looked like his arson kit: matches, lighter, fire-starter. You were about to catch him red-handed. You drop to a nearby rooftop, cooling your flames, keeping a close eye on him.

“Blaze, what’s the best option for this situation?” You ball your fists, relieving a bit of anger.

“Depends if you want him dead or if you want him to not commit arson anymore.”

“I want him to feel what the families felt when burning in their homes.”

“You might cause a scene.” You roll your eyes, clenching your fists as the man starts to open his backpack.

“I don’t care. I want him to pay.” You just about feel the flames coming out with each breath. People like him were the reason you are who you are today.

“Spider-Man has been on surveillance today.”

“Nearby?”

“No, but-”

“I don’t care then. I’ll take him somewhere less public and finish him off there.”

“Knock him out, there are 3 buildings in the area that are shut down. Take him out there.”

3 buildings outline in the distance and you go for the farthest right.

“It’s go time.” You jump from the ledge and land gracefully outside the alley, poking your head around the corner.

“Phoenix, you might want-”

“Shush.”

You ignore Blaze in your ear and round the corner, walking towards the arsonist. His back is to you, and you create a flame in your hand, raising it to knock him out. You let your hand fly, but before the blow lands, someone catches it from behind you, making the pyromaniac jump away.

“Fighting fire with fire I see?” Spider-Man’s voice comes from behind you and you use your energy boost that always seems to work, but this time, Spider-Man stays put.

“The hell?” You thrash around to face him, but nothing seems wrong with him. That should’ve done something to him.

“Finally got around to fire-proofing my suit. It was long overdue.”

“Blaze.” You murmur, but Spider-Man’s eyes squint, he heard you talking to someone.

“Phoenix, your flames are low and the pyro is gone. You need to get out of here. Spider-Man is a threat right now.”

“Let go!” You do another flame burst, leaving you gasping. Spider-Man releases you go but stays close, his left arm on his ribcage, his right pointing his web-shooter at you.

What’s happening to me?

You look at your hands where flames are slowly dwindling and dying out.

“You need to stop hurting people.” Spider-Man messes with his web-shooter combo, possibly changing to ice webs, his left hand clutching his lycra suit.

“They hurt people first. I simply stop them from continuing.”

You try to hide your nerves on getting out of the situation unscathed, thinking of the fire that killed your family, the awful foster homes, the criminals you fight. After a moment, the heat has returned to your body and you ball your fists, feeling embers forming.

“And you just let one get away.” You articulate through gritted teeth, your fury now directed at Spider-man.

“He’s going to court in 2 days. He left his bag.” He tries to reason with you, but you aren’t listening to him. All you can feel is rage boiling in your gut. He takes a few limping steps towards you, but you aren’t having it.

“Get away from me!!” You shot out flames to the ground around him, forming a dusty smoke that covered the alleyway. With this as your cover, you sprinted a few streets down to fly off to the warehouse, checking over your shoulder every few minutes for Spider-Man.

You quickly change and clear your mind of events that just took place. You check your phone and see that you have an hour and a half to kill before heading home. You decide to take a visit to the Queens cemetery.

Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths.

You reach the three granite graves, kneeling at the smallest one in the middle.

“I know it’s been a while guys. I’m sorry for not coming back sooner, life has been crazy. I’ve got a new foster home and they are pretty awesome people. They’ve got a daughter my age and we’ve gotten pretty close. I have a few friends at my new school and I met a boy. His name is Peter. He’s a pretty great guy. I wish you guys were here to meet all of them.”

You’ve never talked about being the Phoenix to them, nor do you want to. If they really are watching over you, then they already know. No use in inadvertently letting your identity be known to an unsuspecting person visiting a grave.

You continued to talk about life to your family’s grave for around 45 minutes, being interrupted mid-story of the ‘Flash encounter’ by MJ asking where you are.

I’m on my way back, I made a pit stop somewhere after job searching.

“I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back. I love you guys.” You give one last look to your family’s graves before finally heading back to the apartment to have a movie night with friends.

You made it back to the apartment with 20 minutes to spare. With MJ setting everything up, insisting she didn’t need help, you decided to get changed and refreshed after your climactic afternoon.

After washing your hands, you look at your reflection in the mirror. Dark eye circles, soot and dust in various places, lips cracked, just messy. You start by taking your hair out of your face, then get to work on fixing your appearance. You wash your face, put on chapstick, and concealer on any forming bruises and under your eyes.

That looks better.

You finish off your look by changing into a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a plain black tee. Nobody was there yet, so you decide to write a few poems and journal entries while you wait. About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rings, making you jump and close your notebook.

Your feet drag on the carpet heading to the door where MJ was already welcoming Ned in.

“Hey, Ned.” You plop down onto the couch, on top of the blankets and pillows MJ had piled for the fort.

“Peter here yet?” Ned sets down a Star Wars pillow by the couch and joins you on the mass of bedding.

“Nope. Maybe the internship ran late?” You pull out your phone and shrug. “I could text him if you want.”

“Sure, yeah.” MJ clambers into the room with her arms full of chips, candy, and popcorn when Ned responds.

“Alright, food is here. We can start building on the fort while waiting for Pete.”

Hey. Ned’s already here, just checking in. Did the internship run late?

With no immediate response, you get to work with Ned and MJ, joking and chatting about whatever comes to mind. Around 5 minutes later, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Hey, sorry. Yeah, internship ran late and I’m on my way now.

Okay, don’t forget the gummy worms! :D

I could never. :p

“Is that Peter? What’d he say?” Ned seems a bit on the overdramatic side when he noticed you texting, you slowly lost your cheesy smile when you answered.

“Yeah, he’s on his way.” Ned sighs and MJ looks at you both with a not too subtle side-eye. “Internship ran late is all.”

“Cool, well, come on and help finish the fort!” MJ beckons you and Ned over to help her pull a blanket over the top of chairs.

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2 hours prior- Peter’s thoughts are bold and italicised.

Peter watches Phoenix from a nearby roof as she walks into an alley that has the same pyromaniac Peter was about to bust.

Oh, god. Here we go again.

“Karen, does the fireproofing on the suit work?” Peter talks to his AI while jumping to the ground below and quietly walks behind her, watching her every move.

“It should to an extent. Be careful, Peter.” Her kind voice quiets as he realises you are about to kill or severely injure the man.

Without a moment to lose, he grabs Phoenix’s hand, causing the pyro to jump and run towards the opposite end of the alley.

“Fighting fire with fire I see?” Peter tosses in sarcasm as Phoenix starts to overwhelm the area with heat.

Please, fireproofing work!

Phoenix releases a burst of flames from her, but the suit and Peter stay put, unharmed.

“The hell?” Phoenix twists to face Peter, clearly confused as to why she did no damage.

“Finally got around to fire-proofing my suit. It was long overdue.”

“Blaze.” She tries to be quiet enough so Peter can’t hear her, but with his senses, he heard her talking.

That must be the AI she took.

Peter’s left hand holding hers starts to burn, the fireproofing losing vigour. He grimaces, about to let go when she releases another burst of fire and yells for him to let go of her.

Peter’s now burnt hand stays close to his body, hoping Karen can do something to stop the pain.

“I’ve put a cooler on this section of the suit. Your hand is severely burned, Peter. You’ve got to get out of there.”

Phoenix looks at her hands, the flames diminishing, and Peter can hear her heart rate start to grow.

This is my chance. I can try and reason with her again.

“You need to stop hurting people.” Peter changes his webs to the ice ones, while his left hand is clutching the cooler part of his suit.

“They hurt people first. I simply stop them from continuing.” Her voice seems a bit less sure than usual, maybe he can get through to her.

But after a moment of silence, Peter can see the flames return to her eyes and fists, his eyes widening.

This isn't good.

“And you just let one get away.” Phoenix grits her teeth, hatred flowing through her words.

“He’s going to court in 2 days. He left his bag.” Peter resorts to excuses why it was okay to let him go, subconsciously taking a few steps closer to her figure, dizzy from the pain.

“Get away from me!!” All Peter sees are flames shooting at his feet, so he tries to get out of the way, but fails as a smokescreen covers the area. He starts to cough, losing vision, pain overtaking his thoughts.

“Peter. There’s a wall 5 feet behind you. Climb up it and out of the smoke, your lungs are being damaged.”

“Right. Yeah, yeah.” He coughs, finding the wall with his right hand, scaling it quickly, reaching the rooftop only to see Phoenix flying away.

“Dammit.” He lays on his back, his feet and hand flooding with pain. “Karen, how long will it take to heal this?”

“At least 20 hours for your hand, the burn is somewhat severe. Your feet should heal in about an hour.” Peter exhales sharply, remembering his plans for the evening.

“Can I do anything to... to speed it up?” His voice was desperate, praying there was something he could do to fix it.

“You have a second-degree burn. For a normal person, it would take weeks to heal.”

“Is- is there anything I can do to hide it?” He slowly stands, ignoring the pain pulsing through his body.

“You can bandage your hand loosely and carefully.”

“Right, yeah.” He walks to the roof’s edge facing his apartment.

May isn’t home until 7 tonight, I don’t need her freaking out about this.

He shoots a web to a nearby building and starts his travel back home, wincing every time he releases a web from his left hand. Within 15 minutes, Peter is sat on his bathroom counter, the top half of his suit a mass on his lap, ACE bandage in his right hand.

“Oooh. Okay. Okay.” Peter’s cheeks display a deep pink as he holds his breath, listening to Karen instructing how to wrap his burned hand.

“Deep breath, Peter. Remember, wrap loosely.” Karen’s gentle voice fills his head while his hands shiver with nerves.

Peter fixes the wrap over his wrist, cautiously working his way to his burn-cream-covered hand. His bares his teeth and freeing a shaky exhale, finishing the wrap around his thumb. He hops off the counter, his feet holding almost no residual pain, and strips the suit off him completely. Peter looks to the mirror, barely recognising the disorder of a boy as his own reflection. His hair was dishevelled, purple half-moons under his bloodshot eyes, dirt layered in various sections of his face.

“God...” Peter turns the faucet on and splashes water onto his face, tears mixing in. “What’s happening to me?”

Peter can’t help but snap; turns out holding in emotions for a prolonged time doesn’t quite work out the way he thought it would. Peter’s good hand goes to his hair, backing himself to the wall, choked sobs escaping his lips as he starts to slide to the floor. Once his body makes contact with the tile, Peter’s sobs grow into loud weeping intakes of breath, his knees pull to his chest, his head resting on them.

God, not now. Not now.

Peter’s breathing becomes erratic, anxiety slamming into him like a train. His thoughts speed around his head, smashing into his skull and each other with no true purpose. His hands start to shake vigorously, his limbs feeling paralysed from his hyperventilating, his head spinning provoking him to screw his eyes shut, trying to remember how to breathe.

Come on Peter. I see the tiles on the floor, I see the cabinets, I see the sink, I see my feet, I see the shower.

Peter feels his breathing start to even, his extremities still tingle with lack of oxygen, so he continues the routine Pepper taught him.

I feel the cold tile, I feel my breath on my knees, I feel the wrap on my wrist, I feel my hair on my forehead.

His limbs start to feel normal, now that his breathing has calmed a bit.

I hear the air in the vents, I hear my phone vibrating?

Peter looks to the counter where his phone was buzzing with a text notification. He takes one more deep breath and reaches for the phone, seeing a text from Y/N.

Hey. Ned’s already here, just checking in. Did the internship run late?

Peter sees the time and jumps from the floor, running to grab a jumper and jeans from his dresser. He quickly pulls the clothes onto him, being careful of his hand. He sprints back to the bathroom, gelling his hair back to its normal placement, then splashes cold water onto his face again, and brushes his teeth. Once he gave himself one last look over in the mirror, he gave a shaky sigh reaching for his phone again.

Hey, sorry. Yeah, internship ran late and I’m on my way now.

Okay, don’t forget the gummy worms! :D

Shit. Almost forgot gummy worms.

I could never. :p

Peter locks his phone and puts it in his back pocket, running to his dresser to grab the package of gummy worms he bought earlier. He takes one last composing breath before walking out his apartment door and locking it, knocking on the door opposite of his.

“Hey, Peter!” You call from the living room, MJ had opened the door and you were currently pulling blankets into the fort.

“Hey, guys.” He keeps his hand behind his back, trying to hide it for as long as possible. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Oh, it’s fine, just glad you got out of the internship at all tonight!” MJ fakes a smile, you can tell there’s some bitterness between them, most likely from the internship.

“Ned’s in the bathroom if you’re wondering where he is.” Peter drops the gummy worms on the countertop on his way over to you, MJ closing the door behind him.

“I see you started the fort without me? That’s so-” Peter’s playful voice was interrupted by MJ’s quite shrill one.

“Peter! What the hell did you do to your hand?!” You immediately poked your head out the fort, Ned also rushing into the room.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Ned looks around the room, while your eyes focused on Peter’s, which seemed to hold guilt.

“Peter, what happened to your hand?” MJ’s voice was quieter, and she approaches Peter with caution.

Peter pulls his hand in front of him, hiding it in his jumper’s pocket, but your eyes were quicker than his movements, noticing the sloppy bandaging around his hand. MJ moves into the living room, making Peter face her, along with you and Ned.

“I...just, uhm. I was helping Mr Stark with a project and accidentally hurt my hand. It’s- I’m fine. Promise.” Peter’s eyes glue to the floor, avoiding his friends’ anticipating gazes.

“Are you sure?” Ned’s voice is gentle, worried. “I mean, you’ve never really shown up bandaged like that.”

“He’s got a point, Pete. You sure you’re okay?” MJ’s eyes stay locked on Peter’s hidden hand.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s okay.” Peter finally looks at you, your suspicions piling behind your vacant stare.

Didn’t Spider-Man grab me with his left hand? Peter can’t be him. Stop grasping at straws, Y/N. Stop making excuses to not have friends. Loser.

“Hey, earth to Y/N! We’re gonna start the movie now, scootch.” MJ shoos you and your thoughts to the side, everyone pushing into the fort. You were wedged between MJ and Peter, Ned to the left of him. Snacks were piled in front of you, popcorn, chips, M&Ms. But of course, Peter had gummy worms hidden in his pocket, waiting to be eaten by the two of you. 15 minutes into Harry Potter: The Philosopher’s Stone, Peter gains the courage to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve got the goods in my pocket.” Peter snickers into your ear, producing a grin on your face.

“Perfect.” You reach down to his pocket and open your hand waiting for gummy worms to spill into it. Peter’s fingers brush against yours as he hands you the candy, and you swear, you’ve never felt more flustered from such an innocent touch. “Tha-” Your words are caught in your throat as you had trailed your gaze to his eyes, finding them already trained on you. “Thanks.”

We are literally an inch apart. His eyes are so pretty, ohmygod did he just look at my lips?!

Peter’s stomach is swarmed with butterflies when you match his actions and look at his lips. Both of you continue to stare at each other until the loud “troll in the dungeons” scene comes through the TV, making both of you jump back to look to the screen, ignoring your ‘moment’.

The rest of the movie goes by without another moment quite as intense as that one, except for the occasional hand brush to get gummy worms. Which of course always ended up in one of you pulling your hands away and both of you blushing like maniacs.

“Alright, alright, it’s still too early for you guys to go home. Agreed?” MJ looks around at everyone, your sitting formation now a circle.

“I mean I can probably stay until 10, I live pretty close.” Ned shrugs with his words.

“And I live right outside your door, so I’m good to stay as long as I’m allowed.”

“What’ve you got in mind, MJ?” You’re genuinely curious as to what she’s up to.

“We should play spin the bottle but not with kissing, instead, we’ll confess a secret!”

“Sounds good to me,” Ned says with apathy. “I don’t have anything really juicy though.”

“That’s alright.” MJ nods then turns to Peter. “How about you? You in, Pete?”

“I, uh, I guess. Sure.” He works a hand through his hair, all eyes on you now.

You had broken out into a cold sweat, none of your secrets are fun, light-hearted ones. Your hands begin to shake with nerves as your eyes dart between your eager new friends, and you don’t know what to say. Your eyes lock on Peter’s, which are filled with concern, maybe some hope, and you don’t know if you could let him down. You can’t let anyone else down. You promised yourself that after Joey.

Dammit, MJ.

“Yeah. Sure. I’m in.” You look at your hands in your lap while MJ runs to the recycle, finding a soda pop bottle from pizza night, yesterday. Peter and Ned are having some sort of conversation about Star Wars, but your mind is racing trying to make up some stupid lies for your ‘secrets’.

“Here we go. I’ll spin it.” You look to the bottle, hoping, begging, praying, for it to not land on you. A breath of relief leaves your lips as it lands on Ned, who is now giggling nervously.

“I don’t really know what to say...” He looks into his lap before smirking to himself.

“Oh, come on, now you’ve gotta tell us!” Peter nudges his best friend who slaps his hand away, laughing.

“Fine, fine. I kinda have-a-crush-on-Betty.” Ned looks at MJ with hopeful eyes, but you’re just confused, you’ve seen Betty on the news channel thing the school has but never actually met her.

“Betty, like Betty from the weird news thing?”

“Uh, I mean, yeah.” He looks at MJ again, and she shrugs.

“You’ve gotta ask her yourself, man. Maybe you can ask her to junior prom.”

“I say go for it.” You lean back on your hands, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

“I agree with Y/N and MJ. You two work well together.” Peter laughs nervously, fiddling with his fingertips, the ones without a bandage, anyway.

Why is he nervous? He only hand-fiddles when he’s nervous.

“Alright, now that’s settled, I’ll spin it again!” MJ excitedly spins the bottle again, nerves reigniting in you. It starts to slow and ends up between you and Peter.

“So uh, what happens, what do we do?” Both you and Peter look at MJ with confusion on your faces as she contorts her face in thought.

“I guess either you two could both share a secret, or you could, I don’t know...” She flips her hair out of her face, wiggling her eyebrows with her words. “Kiss.”

“Ooooh!” Ned whispers, reminding you of a kindergartener.

You look over to Peter who’s face is flushed like a rose, his eyes wide, and mouth moving like a fish out of water. Sure, you’re flustered, but Peter being flustered is your new favourite thing, just look at his face.

Adorable.

“Sorry, uhm, sorry. What?” Peter finally gets words out of his mouth.

“You could take either option. Whatever you want to do, guys.” MJ can’t help the smug smile on her face, she knows you both have certain secrets that don’t need to be shared, for Peter it’s his ‘internship’, and with you, it’s your family. She gave you guys an out, but it was a messy one.

Of course, you decide to take the latter. But you had an idea of how to lower the possibility of a disaster taking place.

“Peter, would you be okay with the second option, but away from the eyes of others?” You try your best to make your voice sound chaste, but you’re not too sure if it came across that way, as Peter’s red hue moved to his ears, his eyes widening more, then points a finger at his chest.

“Wha-? Uh, me? What?” His voice was breathy and confused, maybe this was a bad idea.

“I mean, sorry we don’t need-”

“No!” You stopped your rambling and looked at Peter, along with MJ and Ned.

“I mean, no, we can do that.” He looks at his stirring hands again. “The second option, that is.”

You swallowed thickly, before standing up and reaching for Peter’s hand to help him up. He grabbed it and you waved to MJ and Ned.

“We’ll be in my room, feel free to continue without us.” You started to make your way down the hall, Peter surprisingly keeping up with your pace with a pep in his step. You slide into your room and close the door behind you, sighing. Before you can tell Peter your plan, he’s spouting gibberish.

“Hey, uhm, so MJ kinda pressured that, and I don’t want you to think you have to kiss me, and I mean we can just sit here, and pretend like we did- unless you want to tell them we didn’t! I mean, I’m okay with anything and I’m sorry you were put in that situation and-”

“Pete. Hey, chill. Deep breath.” You had put your hands on his shoulders, interrupting him by entering his vicinity. “I was gonna talk to you to decide on what’s gonna happen, okay? Everything is fine, you don’t need to apologise.”

“Oh-yeah, yeah. Okay.” He takes a deep breath and you drop your hands from his shoulder, walking around him to your bed. His eyes follow you, but his body doesn’t, so you pat on the bed next to you.

“Come on, it’s alright, I don’t bite.” You giggle as he snaps out of his trance, taking a seat next to you.

“So, um. What are we talking about?” He avoids your eyes, looking to his lap instead.

“First off, are you sure your hand is okay? Can I take a look?” You just want to squash your suspicions that Peter could be Spider-Man.

I mean, it makes sense if he was... other than obnoxious personality and that rude interrupting thing he does. But, he works with Iron Man, he’s gone randomly, he hurt the same hand that Spider-Man grabbed me with... God, I really don’t want him to be.

“I’m fine, promise,” He scratches the back of his neck with his good hand. “And I’d prefer if you didn’t, it kinda hurts to touch.”

I guess I’m going to have to figure out another way to make sure he isn’t. But, it’s Peter. He wouldn’t lie to me... right?

“Right. Sorry, yeah.” You huff and rub your hands on your pants. “Anyway, I just wanted to escape that situation, I’m sure you did, too.” You breathe out a statement that turned into a question, “I’m sure you don’t want to kiss me?”

“I do though.” Peter didn’t intend for you to hear, but you did hear his sheepish mumble.

“Wait, really?” You lean into his direction, knocking your knees with his. “You? Want to kiss me?”

“I- wha- uhm, I mean it’s- it’s you!” He swung his hands up to gesture towards you, his characteristic red blush sneaking to his ears. “Would- would you want to kiss me?”

“I mean, it’s you.” You copy his words and gestures, but with more grace.

“Oh.” Peter’s cheeks continued to warm, his eyes moving to his lap, again.

“Oh?” You can’t decide if he sounded disappointed, did he really change his mind that quickly?

“I just, I didn’t think you would want to kiss me. I mean, me! Peter Parker, the Star Wards nerd, the physics geek. Peter Parker, the awkward loner that can’t even stand up for himself to Flash. Then there’s you. You’re smart. You’re creative. You’re honestly the-the best person I've met in a while, Sunshine. You’re strong and stand up for yourself and others. You’re beautiful inside and out and I just don’t think that-”

With tears in your eyes and your heart on your sleeve, you jump into Peter’s arms, hugging him taut to your body. His arms tense before wrapping around you gently, his non-bandaged hand rubbing up and down your back. Sobs slowly escape from your throat, no matter how hard you tried to keep them in.

“It’s okay. Let it out.” Peter’s gentle voice calms you, and you trust him enough to break down in his arms entirely. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

It’s been so long since you’ve let down your walls in front of someone, and it scares you. But nonetheless, tears continue to fall down your cheeks, hands clutching Peter’s shirt, your face in his neck. All you can feel is a pain in your chest, memories flashing in front of your eyes that are screwed shut.

Memories from childhood, the last time when you were genuinely happy. Memories from your past foster homes. Some, where you felt okay, but the majority of the time, they made you feel even more alone. Constantly reminded that you didn’t, and don’t, have a family anymore. The one house where the people made you feel less than human. You can feel the man’s blows still echoing on your skin, the bruises deep in your muscles. He is one of the reasons you do what you do.

After a few minutes, you’re not too sure how long exactly, you realise you’ve been sobbing on Peter’s shoulder, and he must feel so trapped and confused. But then why hasn’t he pulled away? His head is on yours, his hand still rubbing your back, quietly cooing that you are alright. Maybe you can be alright with him here now.

But maybe not.

You pull back suddenly, making Peter jump. You wipe away your tears, collecting any makeup that was on your face, avoiding Peter’s questioning gaze.

“Alright, so I think we have been in here long enough to convince them,” You stand up, still looking anywhere but at Peter, “Let’s go, yeah?” You toss your thumb towards the door, taking a step in that direction but Peter’s warm hand grabs your uncharacteristically ice-cold one.

“Hey, are you alright?” You turn to see he’s standing and trail your gaze up to his eyes. They’re glossy, filled with concern, much to your surprise; you thought he’d be weirded out or something of the sort- but then you remember, it’s Peter.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about-” You point to the bed and put an imaginary circle around it, releasing a shaky, post-cry breath. “-that. You didn’t ask for me to have a psychotic outburst on you. You probably think I’m an emotionally unstable weirdo.”

“No, no, no. Sure, I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s fine. I understand. What’s going on? Why do you think that was psychotic? Crying’s normal. I promise I don’t think you’re weird or crazy because letting down walls like that is so brave.” His hand tightens around yours, his bandaged hand settling on the side of your neck, while his eyes soften looking into yours. “Sunshine, you can talk to me about anything. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel like I’ve known you such a long time. We’ve got a connection, right? It’s not just me?”

You look at your hand held protectively in his. You meet his eyes again and your voice is but a whisper; “It’s not just you, Pete.” You give him a soft smile, watching his eyes glance down to your lips again, his face inches closer to yours, the distance is almost closed, then you hear a yell from the doorway.

“Aha!!” The door slams open to show MJ and Ned far too excited for nothing. You and Peter quickly jump apart, and you clear your throat, glancing towards Peter’s blushed face. “Damn, Ned, I owe you 10 bucks.”

“Huh?” You quirk your brow, arms across your chest.

“I told MJ she wasn’t going to catch you and Peter kissing, she was convinced she was, so 10 dollar bet,” Ned explained, shrugging his shoulders. “I won.”

“Obviously, cuz, uh, we weren’t kissing.” Peter rubs the back of his neck with his statement.

“Yeah. Um, we were just talking.” Your voice was laced with confidence, while your body language radiated a lack of.

“Right. Anyway, I have to go home. It was fun, thanks for the invite, guys!” Ned waves and everyone nods as he walks to the front door.

“Alright, I should probably... get going, too.” Peter turns to you, eyeing your face before starting over to the front door.

You and MJ follow the two boys, exchanging some quick goodbyes before MJ pretty much kicks them out of the door. You get one more glance at Peter, and notice he mouthed a quick, ‘I’ll text you.’ You give him a quick smile and nod before MJ slams the door and smiles excitedly.

“Did you guys kiss?!” MJ squeals, grabbing your forearms.

“No, we didn’t.” You pull away and tuck your hair behind your ear, walking towards your room. “Like we told you, we were just talking.”

“You seemed awfully close for just talking.” MJ shrugs her eyebrows suggestively, making you roll your eyes.

“And you seem awfully pushy for how late it is.” You close your door, hearing MJ groan. “Goodnight!” You drag the word out, jumping onto your bed, unplugging your phone to see a text notification.

I should probably go to bed, but I really don’t want to.

You smile before typing a response to Peter, all your worries of earlier’s outburst of emotions erased from your consciousness.

Why’s that?

Peter decides to pull out his confident side, still running his tongue nervously over his lips, his fingers shakily tapping his keyboard.

I almost kissed the girl I really like today.

Your heart flutters as you read the text, confirming what happened in your room before you were so rudely interrupted.

Oh? Well, I almost kissed the boy I really like today.

Peter lets out a shaky sigh and types the question that’s been hogging the back burner in his brain for a while now.

Can I take you out on a date? A real one, where we can talk and hang out and maybe not get interrupted?

You bite your lip, trying to conceal your excited smile from the walls of your room.

I’d love that. Maybe noon Saturday, at the coffee shop on 12th?

It’s a date. :)

Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow, Pete.

Peter smiles uncontrollably, his nerves dissipate, excitement filling the void they left behind.

See you tomorrow, Sunshine. Goodnight.

Goodnight. :)

With a smile splitting your face and a sweet blush on the apples of your cheeks, you drop your head into your pillow, feeling the most content and normal you have felt in years.

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#third chapter #i hope yall like it #im a mess with school #this took forever and it seemed kinda childish sorry #spiderman #peter parker #villain!reader #enemies to lovers ig

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faustandfurious · 5 years

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Congratulations on 400 followers!!! ❤️Here’s to 400(00000) more! (I’m trying really hard to ignore how rapidly you’re releasing the milestone asks, as I’ve hardly started on mine) Could you create a playlist for Femur or for Elrond/Celebrian?

Thanks ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (maybe not that many though; I already have my hands full with the all crab discourse generated by 400+) Oh and don’t stress about the milestone asks; as if I haven’t been procrastinating when I should have been answering mine

Here’s the Femur playlist, though not terribly hip (yes I know that pun was terrible):

Father and Son || Cat Stevens.

All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside // It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it // If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them they know, not me // Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away

Radioactive || Imagine Dragons

I raise my flag, don my clothes // It’s a revolution, I suppose // We’re painted red to fit right in

Anger || Sleeping At Last

I feel the Earth shaking under my feet // I feel the pressure building until I can’t breathe // And it takes everything // And it all spills out // Reckless but honest words leave my mouth // Like kerosene on a flame of doubt

Arsonist’s Lullaby || Hozier

All you have is your fire // And the place you need to reach // Don’t you ever tame your demons // But always keep ‘em on a leash

The Catalyst || Linkin Park

Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns? // For the sins of our hands // The sins of our tongues

Battle Born || The Killers

Come on show your face // Come on give us one more spark // Sing a song of fire // Lest we fall into the dark // And you can’t stop now

Elrond and Celebrian:

Never Enough || Loren Allred

Take my hand // Will you share this with me? // ‘Cause darling without you // All the shine of a thousand spotlights // All the stars we steal from the night sky // Will never be enough

The Crow and the Butterfly || Shinedown

Just like a crow chasing the butterfly // dandelions lost in the summer sky // When you and I were getting high as outer space, // I never thought you’d slip away // I guess I was just a little too late

Fire and Rain || James Taylor

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain. I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end. // I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend, but I always thought that I’d see you again

World Before Columbus || Suzanne Vega

If your love were taken from me // Every color would be black and white // It would be as flat as the world before Columbus // That’s the day that I lose half my sight

Walk On || U2

And if the darkness is to keep us apart // And if the daylight feels like it’s a long way off // And if your glass heart should crack // And for a second you turn back // Oh no, be strong

#milestone 400 #playlists #feanor #elrond #celebrian #finwe-the-disappointed #answered

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shiggydabs · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Characters: Dabi (My Hero Academia), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - HeroSwap, Dabi and Tomura are students attending UA, Tomura has a weird crush on Dabi and Dabi doesn't know yet, Tutoring, Conflicted Tomura, Dabi is unintentionally attractive and Tomura is Gay, Dabi is also really bad at math, Tomura is really good at math, Pining Tomura, Fluff Summary: Tenko isn't quite sure what to call it. It's a stupid crush, mostly, some dumb infatuation. He'll get over it soon enough he tells himself, soon. Eventually. Dabi's not that important anyway. Then one day Dabi asks him for tutoring, and Tenko manages to dig himself a deeper hole.

AKA: Dabi is hot and bad at math

Ever wanted to read a story where the heroes are villains and the villains are heroes? Better yet, a story where Tomura is hopelessly in-denial about his maybe-crush on Dabi? Then this is the fic for you!

Tenko wasn’t quite sure when it first started – when he began to notice the little things Dabi did. From the way his lips curled into a smile to how his eyes lit up at a friendly face, or even in the way letters rolled off his tongue in long, winding, methodic patterns, so smug and particular and unforgiving. He was as silver tongued as he was forked, and it was annoying. That man couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to be a smart ass or a jack ass or an asshole, and that alone irked Tenko.

But by God, Dabi had the looks. And the smile. And when he was nice his words were such a sickly sweet.

He had never met a man who contradicted himself so wonderfully.

That was the problem, though. Dabi didn’t make sense. Sometimes he wanted to be a bad boy, sometimes he wanted to be a scoundrel, sometimes he wanted to be Mister Nice Guy, and sometimes he wanted to be all of them at once. He never told a story straight either. Someone would ask about his burns and he would say they were an accident from when he was younger, something to do with a fireplace and a mistake. Other times he would say he’d spilled boiling water on himself while cooking, or that once upon a time he’d run into a burning building to pull out some poor soul and got scorched on the way out. These were only few of many, and it drove Tenko nuts.

What was the truth? Did Dabi even know anymore?

Hell, he demanded to be called Dabi and everyone only ever called him Dabi but Tenko knew for damn sure that his entire legal name could not just be Dabi . His hero name maybe, but not his legal name. And yet no amount of snooping, poking or prodding, ever brought up anything more than dead ends. It was like this arsonist didn’t even exist outside of UA... so who the fuck was he? Where did he come from? How did he end up here and how did he convince everyone to call him that stupid name?!

The more Tenko thought about it the more irritated he got.

Sometimes he would go off on these tangents, frustrated and confused. Then he would realize how long he’d been thinking about Dabi, or staring at Dabi, and his cheeks would turn a rosy red. Then he would remember why he was thinking about him in the first place... and he would only get more irritated. What right did “Dabi” have to take up so much of his thinking space? He didn’t, frankly, but that didn’t stop Tenko from thinking about him anyway.

Tenko had learned a few things through his newfound infatuation. When Dabi wasn’t running his mouth or showboating he was surprisingly bearable. He could also be surprisingly helpful. Tenko swore that, on at least two occasions, he caught Dabi tutoring some first years on the extravagances of the English language. The English language. Tenko would have never guessed that that idiot could speak anything other than bullshit. Yet there he was, tutoring a foreign tongue as if it were nothing, and it drove Tenko absolutely mad. That was just another thing to add to his list of “things that make Dabi unbearably attractive.” Over the weeks, his attraction only grew worse.

Sometimes Tenko would glance over at Dabi in the middle of class and Dabi would be staring off into space, or writing something on the desk (rarely in his notebook), or staring back. On the weird and unexpected occasion he was staring back Tenko would immediately turn away as if he hadn’t noticed a thing. He definitely didn’t notice. He definitely wasn’t blushing. He definitely wasn’t going to think about that for the rest of class, dare he say the rest of the day. Nope nope, not at all. Dabi wasn’t worth the time.

Sometimes Tenko would look over at Dabi in the middle of training or sparring and Dabi would be doing something so awfully and unintentionally attractive (which wasn’t fair at all, Tenko was terribly faint-of-heart already). Dabi could be practicing on the bags or carrying some boxes or damn just stretching and Tenko would have to force himself to look away, if not out of decency then out of blatant embarrassment (he quickly learned that he had quite the affinity for seeing Dabi shirtless and/or sweaty). It was even more of a disaster when they had to do defense training together... Tenko could not bare being so close to that asshole for a number of reasons.

Or at least, that’s what he told himself.

It’s important to note that Tenko struggled with these internal thoughts and turmoils for a few weeks before they finally came to culmination. He grappled, constantly, with his own standards and mindsets up until the point that Dabi walked over to his desk one morning. Class hadn’t started yet, Chisaki was sitting with his little weird mask crew in the corner and Toga was speaking with Jin, rather enthusiastically, about a cat she’d seen on the walk to school. Sensei Akaguro had yet to arrive, and as was expected the classroom was a rather loud, rather obnoxious mess. Tenko had been content to sit at his desk and doodle away... until Dabi came over. That’s when the problems started.

First he wasn’t smiling, which was new. Concerning too, and Tenko immediately assumed that either (1) something tragic had happened or (2) someone was about to play a very terrible joke on him.

Then Dabi leaned against the desk, a tad too close (so close that Tenko could smell the smokiness), and he became ever more assured that the next thing out of Dabi’s mouth was going to be some awful, awful comment that would make his skin bristle and his insides boil.

Then he said,

“You’re good with numbers, right?”

Tenko’s mind collapsed into a pit of complete and utter confusion. What? Had he heard Dabi right? Did he just ask about numbers? What in the worl–where did that come from?!

“Uh... yeah.”

“Are you tutoring? Because I’m fucking lost.”

“I, er–” There were so many things Tenko could do. He could tell Dabi to fuck off as payback for all the biting remarks of the past. He could tell him a frank “no” and then act like Dabi did not matter here or there (again, as payback). He could also say no, nicely, and move on. Or he could say yes. He could say yes despite how much of an asshole Dabi was, despite how much he got on his nerves, despite how much Tenko wanted to hate him but just couldn’t . He could say yes and butcher any sort of progress he might have been making on getting over this weird little infatuation of his.

He could.

He would.

“...what exactly do you need help with?”

“Okay so–” Dabi sat down in the desk directly behind Tenko, forcing Tenko to turn around and look at him. “–I don’t understand any of the shit he’s teaching us. Like, none of it.”

“...you do know math is going to be a part of the exam, right?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m bothering to talk to you about it.”

“So I–” Tenko frowned. He’d never tutored anyone before. He hadn't even considered it. And he should most definitely, above all else, not consider tutoring Dabi. Dabi was–just–Dabi. But maybe, just maybe...

“I’ll pay you.”

“Done.” Alright, maybe he caved a little too fast. But look at this way... he’d get paid to stare at Dabi or a while, without it being weird.

Perfect.

“Tell me your schedule and...”

It wouldn’t be until the end of that week that they would finally be able to have their little session. Tenko had given Dabi a very specific location and time: in the local library by 5pm. By then they would both be out of class, and considering it was the last day of class for the week they wouldn’t have to worry about going to bed at a reasonable time (not that Tenko did that anyway). And so somehow, that Friday night, Tenko found himself in the library. It was raining outside, he noted, as he took a seat. The library was cosy. Better than getting soaked at least. People were about, some studying, some reading, some goofing around. Tenko swore he caught sight of someone writing a paper on astrophysics – the poor man.

When Tenko sat down he opened his backpack and pulled out his books, his binders, his pencils and his pens. He wasn’t sure what he would do with all of them (again, he’d never tutored a day in his life) but he figured that he could just over prepare and see what fit where. It took a solid ten minutes before he was finally settled, and then he checked his watch. 5:02. He frowned, Dabi should’ve been there by now. Then again, Dabi always insisted on arriving fashionably late . Just another example of him being an ass.

So Tenko waited, and waited, and waited.

The clock hit 5:27 and he pretended that this tutoring session was actually happening. Three minutes later and he was outright frustrated.

‘I should have known,’ he thought, standing up. Of course that asshole would skip out on him of course. Was there any less to be expected of Dabi? Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if that smug son of a bitch planned this whole thing. It was probably just another excuse to push his buttons, and buttons be damned, Tenko was pissed. This is what he gets for playing nice.

A tad too violently Tenko cleaned up his things, shoving his books back into his backpack haphazardly and stabbing the pencils into their pouch. He was nearly done – when a certain hothead came tumbling through the library doors.

“I’M HERE I’M HERE!” Dabi yelled as he came in, wearing an obnoxious yellow raincoat and a look of utter exhaustion. He earned a glare from the library staff (a “young man–” too) as he walked by, ignoring everyone else except for Tenko. Upon spotting the mophead he came over, unzipping his coat and shaking water out of his hair. “Sorry I’m late.” He slung the jacket over the back of the chair and pulled off his backpack (which was, miraculously, not soaked to the bone). “I had to run back to the school to get my notebook and then I forgot my books so I had to head home and it started raining and just–fuck. “ Dabi pulled out his notebook and his textbook and a pencil before tossing his backpack to the floor and taking a seat.

Tenko was still stuck in stunned shock as Dabi flipped open his notebook.

He looked up. “What?”

“I thought you–”

“Oh! I got you something, as compensation.” Dabi reached into his backpack and pulled out a... ball of rice, wrapped in plastic wrap. “Snatched this on my way over, figured I owed you.”

“You didn’t–”

“Well, I did.” Dabi tossed the ball at Tenko, who barely caught it. “Come on, let’s get started.”

Tenko then had to, awkwardly, unpack. Anyone who had seen his minor fit prior-to was definitely judging him now. He took out his books, his pens, his pencils, his notes. He sat down and opened up the textbook. “Okay, we’ll start with whatever you need help with the most–”

“Everything.”

“Okay then.” Tenko could already tell this was going to be a pain in the ass. “How about we start from the beginning of the chapter?”

“You’re the boss.”

And so, like the good noodle he was, Tenko took out a piece of paper and started outlining the very first section, explaining every schematic and mechanic of introductory calculus. He went on and on and on and on and then...

“Do you understand?” Tenko asked.

“Nope.”

Tenko paused. “Seriously?”

“Not a thing.”

“Right... let’s try a problem then.” Tenko wrote down a problem and began to explain. Dabi gave him a very blank stare. It was as if he was listening to someone talk in a foreign language... except the sort he was shit at.

“Do you get it now?”

“No.”

“Are you messing with me?”

“What? No, I’m just fucking lost.” Tenko stared at Dabi for a moment, stared at him hard, judged him hard, then sighed and went back to work.

“Okay... so if you take the derivative of x...”

It took twenty minutes. Twenty minutes talking, tutoring, and trying for Tenko Shimura to come to his very dignified and assured conclusion that– “Dabi, I think I’ve gotten to the root of your problem.” Tenko closed his folder in front of him, folding his hands on top of one another. “You’re shit at math.”

“I think you’re onto something there Chappy–”

“Never call me that again.”

“–honestly I’d say I’ve never stepped into a math class in my life.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I can’t help it, I have an irrational fear of numbers. I see something that looks vaguely like a six and my brain just, up and clocks out. Tragic, I know.”

“You’re being overdramatic.��

“I’m being honest, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that either–”

“–and I’d hate to tell ya but, I still don’t have a clue what’s going on. Guess I’ll fail the exam while I have the chance.” Dabi slammed his notebook shut and shoved it into his backpack. Tenko sighed and shook his head, standing up.

“Watch my stuff, I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

“Have fun.”

Tenko got up, turned, stopped, paused, turned back. “What?”

“Have fun.”

“...alright.”

Tenko went and left, taking a quick piss before returning a moment later. It was upon his return however that he caught sight of something heart stopping – Dabi had snatched up his calligraphy notebook and started looking through it. An assortment of black ink was spread across every page, elegantly placed letters marking spots of white. Dabi seemed to have absolutely no regard for the owner of said notebook and, well,

If a man could ascend, Tenko definitely would have.

“What are you doing?!” Tenko yelled as he snatched the notebook out of Dabi’s hand, earning an unfazed stare in response. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you to keep your hands off of other people’s things?! What the hell are you doing!! Don’t touch my shit! Touch your own shit! Leave my shit alone you asshole!”

“That’s a lot of profanity coming from a munchkin–”

“SHUT UP!”

Tenko slammed the book shut, stuffed it into his backpack (along with everything else), kicked his chair in and then stormed out of the library. He did not look back to see if Dabi, or anyone else, was staring. He got out into the rain (forgetting to pull out his umbrella but, at that point, being too stubborn to do much about it) and walked home a shivering mess. Was he frustrated? Yes. His first tutoring session and Dabi was a dull as can be. Was he angry? Yes. Dabi wasted his time. Was he embarrassed? Of course. He didn’t like anyone, anyone, going through his things.

Was he confused?

Yeah.

The more he got mad the harder he fell and at this point he knew that there was a word for this sort of feeling, and it wasn’t a good one. Tenko was playing himself for a fool. He was an idiot. He felt hopeless.

He did not see Dabi for two days. He went on, for two days, in blissful solitude. Much of that time was taken up by homework, eating, and playing video games. Sleep was few and far between. By the time Monday came around he could hardly stay awake long enough to walk to school. But he did, slow and steady, walk to school and go to class and sit in his seat and lay down and rest his head. He almost passed out, when–

“Hey.”

No response.

“Hey.”

Nothing.

“Shimura you little–” There was a hard kick to the leg of his desk, Tenko jolted up.

“WHAT WHAT WHAT’S HAPPENING!?”

“Calm down.” Tenko looked up. There he was, Dabi, as smug and annoyingly attractive as ever. His face fell into a stiff frown.

“What do you want?”

“Here.” Dabi placed a wad of cash in his hand. “I forgot to pay you.”

“You–”

“Don’t. Just take it.” Tenko didn’t get a chance to respond Dabi was already walking away, off to the other end of the classroom, ignoring him all over again. What an ass. Tenko placed his head back on his desk and closed his eyes... off to sleep he went. At least until Sensei Akaguro showed up. Then there was hell to pay. It wouldn’t be until lunch, when Tenko finally rolled out the dollar bills, that he noticed the little white paper folded up between them. Curiously, he opened it, and inside it read–

I’m sorry. I learned a little. Maybe we could do that again sometime. I have money. Take my money. I really fucking need the help.

Thanks D

Tenko read the paper once, twice, three times. Then he folded it up, leaned forward, and hid his flush against the lunchroom table. Toga questioned and Jin wondered, but no one would know. No one needed to know how important this stupid piece of paper was to him. Not even Dabi. That son of a bitch.

‘I hate him...’ Tenko thought

‘...I think.’

#ShigaDabi #Shigaraki Tomura x Dabi #Shigaraki Tomura #Dabi #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Tenko Shimura #Red's Writing #HeroSwap AU

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Intermission! The UK is flying.

My phone alerted me to a text message from Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama. She texted, "It has been over an hour since our last communication, and we have still not found a place to land on this planet. I cannot BELIEVE every legal landing spot has been taken. This is a testament of how great this planet is. That being said, I know Peter Wallace Parker, Super Coping Man, has arrived in the realm of this planet. I also know that you are somewhat close to him.... how does one prepare to meet someone of his caliber?"

I immediately texted to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama, "He takes so much preparation that I need to send you a text to prepare you for the text to answer that question." On that note, I picked up my industrial-strength hair dryer that no longer works and squeezed past the female Aces. Abigail Ace was straightening herself while Megara Ace was drying her off. Megara Ace seemed frustrated that my hair dryer didn't work. I was in agreement with that fatass red bear.

My phone alerted me of a text message. I set my hair dryer on the bed, took a picture of it, and sent it to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama. Then I read her response.

"Excuse me for not signing Dutifully and Submissively and In Respect to the Green Planet. I was thoroughly excited about how to engage/act/interact with/around/near/within six feet of Peter Wallace Parker a.k.a. Super Coping Man. Am I going to be prepared for your text message? Signed dutifully, submissively, in respect to the Green Planet, Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama."

I took a deep breath and then texted, "Even then, probably not. I will do my best to prepare you by sending every note I have on Super Coping Man/Peter Wallace Parker/Mr. Super Drywall Man/Xaria Wonderbloom. This will take time. I'm getting another tissy. I sent a picture of my hair dryer to add comedic relief to this moment. No, it doesn't work. And I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! Love, Xara Campinelli."

Joebear growled and came into the room. He looked at me with a stern look and a hard penis before he yawned a bear yawn.

"Hang on, bae," I said as I then texted Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama as Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama texted me. I texted, "My bear wants business. Let me review your notes and send mine."

Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama texted, "Did you buy that from Princess Vedpa from Planet Druidia? That's hilarious. I am wet from laughter. And yes, conduct your business so that we can conduct business. I need EVERY note on Peter W. Parker/SCPM/Mr. Super Drywall Man/Xaria Wonderboom. Does she switch genders at will like I do? She has become private. I need information asap. Dutifully, Submissively, and with respect to the Green Planet, Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama."

I let the text message sit while I allowed Joebear to lead me to the bear cave. Kissy and Miss Oreo meowed and followed us. When we arrived in the bear cave, Kissy sat down and began to lick herself. And I began to beat Joebear's ass. Miss Oreo rolled on the floor like a wild cat and licked herself. Joebear then beat my ass.

Then, Joebear and I danced and did the bear boogaloo. We were moving our arms around like we were running in place, and we bounced our butts up and down. We sang, "We're doing we're doing we're doing the bear boogaloo! The bear boogaloo! We're doing we're doing we're doing the bear boogaloo! The bear boogaloo!"

Joebear's balls were slapping against his thighs as we danced. The sound was sexy like kneading bread before putting it in the oven.

To be honest, we laughed as we sang and danced the bear boogaloo. Miss Oreo got up on her hind legs and did the bear boogaloo. She meowed and sang the song, "I'm doing I'm doing I'm doing the cat coobaloo! The cat coobaloo! It's calming it's calming it's calming it's calming my nerves! It's calming my nerves."

My bear then threw me on the bed on my back and started pounding my pussy with his fat bear dick. I then kneaded the fat from his belly. Miss Oreo jumped on my face, and I beat her ass while Joebear thrust in and out of me. When Joebear was thrusting harder in me and when I was beating Miss Oreo too hard, Miss Oreo sang her growl song before she jumped off my face.

"I need ass," Joebear said.

I rolled over and put my butt in the air. Joebear immediately pressed his cock in my vagina again and growled like King Bear as he thrust hard in me.

I laughed. "Baewhuhh, you all right?!"

"LET ME DO THIS!" Joebear said as he humped me like the bear in heat that he was. Then all of a sudden, he spoke like the Chinaman from the prank calls. "What you say you wanna fuck?!"

I laughed loudly and came all over his dick.

"CAN YOU SPELL THE NAME FOR ME? HOW YOU SPELL!" Joebear yelled like the Chinaman in the prank calls as he humped me.

I busted up laughing. "J O E B E A R," I spelled between fits of laughter.

"Hanhhh?" Joebear asked as he humped harder.

"J..." I said as I was laughing.

Joebear made the aroused sound the Chinaman makes before he pulled out and rolled over. Miss Oreo then jumped on his penis and rubbed herself against the shaft. Joebear then put his head up my ass.

"Ultimate" by Denzel Curry featuring Baaaahlah Barnes, a black Greek goatman with large muscles started to play in the background.

"I am the one, don't weigh a ton. Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped.

Joebear, Miss Oreo, Megara Ace, Abigail Ace, Chrissy Wolf Bitch Wolf Mama, and I danced to the song.

"Under the sun, the bastard son. Will pop the glock to feed himself and family. By any means, your enemies my enemies. We wet them up like a canteen. The yellow tape surrounds the fate. Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates," Baaaahlah Barnes rapped and danced.

I humped Joebear's leg to the song.

"Great, eliminate like ElimiDate. Hey, young boy had to penetrate!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he yanked on his large black cock.

I sucked on Joebear's nipples and beat him to the rhythm of the song.

"Face, young boy done caught a case. Bang, now his mama living with the pain. Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay. Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate. Now a nigga harder than the head of the state," Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he showed us his 10-inch hard black cock.

Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama then grinded up against the big black cock.

"Baaahlah B. Barnes is the new candidate.

Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite. Stop this shit, chop your esophagus. Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it. Dropping it in her esophagus.

She get so nasty, in public she classy. Perhaps she is able to swallow it. Girl, I can make you a star. Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch. Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness. Narcissist, part time an arsonist. Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch. Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus. Dearly departed, it's done when it started. So now that I'm living so harmoniously. Feeling like Spartacus, B. Barnes the ultimate. I am the best, there's no politics, bitch, I'm ultimate!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he put Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama's mouth on his cock. Apollo then lifted her black frilly skirt and put his big Greek dick in her ass.

Joebear then spurted cum as the Chinaman from the pranking soundboards made the aroused sound.

"I am the one, don't weigh a ton. Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street. Under the sun, the bastard son. Will pop the glock to feed himself and family. By any means, your enemies my enemies. We wet them up like a canteen. The yellow tape surrounds the fate. Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped as he released Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama from his cock.

Apollo then removed himself from Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama's ass. He then danced to the song.

I humped Joebear's leg and sucked his left nipple before licking the nectar from his bear cock.

"Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium. Open the internet, photosynthesis. Put up parentheses, temporary. Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry. Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life. But yet the question is, is he fake? Is he real? What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up. I'mma sever it when I sever shit. I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies. Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly!" Baaaahlah Barnes rapped before he actually turned into Broly from Dragon Ball Z and screamed for five minutes straight.

Miss Oreo screamed at him. Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama howled. Joebear, Megara Ace, and Abigail Ace growled. Apollo screamed. I bleated.

"Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic. Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic. Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer. Out of South Tokyo, call the coroner. Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord. Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph. Bitch, I'm a beast. Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me. S to the A to the Y to the A to the N.

Claim you the hottest, but I disagree. Better love something then get a degree.

This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P. Sah sayonara, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty. Like it's mandatory, ending of the story," Broly rapped as he danced in flames.

Joebear, Miss Oreo, Chrissy Wolf Bitch Wolf Mama, Abigail Ace, Megara Ace, Apollo, and I danced the bear boogaloo to the rhythm of "Ultimate" by Broly Curry. (Broly is Japanese for broccoli.)

"I am the one, don't weigh a ton. Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street. Under the sun, the bastard son. Will pop the block to feed himself and family. By any means, your enemies my enemies. We wet them up like a canteen. The yellow tape surrounds the fate. Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates!" Broly Curry rapped before he opened the Heavens to bring us back to reality.

Joebear pulled his head out of my ass and then said, "It's time to relax."

"I agree, Bae Whuhh!" I said as I got up.

Joebear got up as well. He headed toward the kitchen. Miss Oreo and Kissy followed him. I, however, went to get my phone to respond to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama.

"Yes, I bought the hair dryer from Princess Vedpa. When I saw it, I knew that it would make my life complete. But it doesn't work. I STILL CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! I have completed business with my fatass, good-looking bear. He is eating again. And I am ready to send notes on Peter W. Parker/Xaria Wonderbloom. Yes, the bitch changes genders at will. Peter is hot in every form. And I, too, must prepare for his appearances. Notes are coming. Read dutifully. Dutifully, Dominantly, in respect to Chrissy, Wolf Bitch, Wolf Mama, Xara Campinelli."

Our televisions and cell phones all of a sudden turned on to this breaking news video of claymation Mayor Mr. Bill speaking in the Planetary Broadcasting Corporation's new conference room on Planet Faceballs, Snickers galaxy.

"We interrupt this broadcast to let you know that if you are floating in space, you must land immediately. Space is being locked down. You cannot leave or be in transit to another planet unless you were lucky enough to get jabbed. I repeat, you must land immediately. Space is on lockdown. The Plague that supposedly originated on Earth," he said before he feebly tried to hide a snicker. "has now spread through the entirety of every galaxy and every dimension. Even wrestlers in Celebrity Death Match have now been molded with this Plague. You may not travel outside of your planet, send or receive goods outside of your planet, or even think about communicating with anyone outside of your planet unless you have been jabbed. The time is now. The time is here. Please gather supplies from YOUR OWN PLANET and even stay in the same city you are in. Wear your space helmets and keep at least six feet away from literally everyone. You never know who has the Plague. I'm Mayor Mister Billlll from the Planetary Broadcasting Corporation and mayor of Scrooge City, Faceballs, the capitol planet of the Snickers galaxy. Signing off."

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