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peach-pops · 4 years

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hello!!! I love ur blog so much ! Can I requests a hc with Oikawa and Kuroo dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend? Maybe she gets into a fight and how would the boys react?

This is spicy yes of course! Also I def relate to the reader cause I get mad at freaking everything. There is a lot of cussing and there is violence obviously so just a warning!

Also PSA: I know Mika ( Daisho’s gf) is probably super nice in the manga but I had to make her uhhhhh unlikeable so yeah.

Oikawa and Kuroo with a Hothead Girlfriend

-Oikawa-

There’s no need to sugarcoat it, Oikawa was intimidated by you because of your ‘ don’t fuck with me attitude’ but once you started dating, he realized it came in handy especially with his fans

He never had to worry about his fans ever messing with you because they’d be dumb to say anything to your face without you throwing hands back so Oikawa always thought things would be in his favor

UNTILLLL you showed up to one of Aoba Johsai’s games because of course, you wanted to support the team

You watched the game from up on the stands and you could hear his fans whispering amongst each other about you but you wanted to stay focused on the game

Whenever Oikawa served, he would make a quick glance at you to make sure that you saw it but even though your eyes were on him, you didn’t look thrilled

Oikawa put two and two together once he saw his little fanbase a few rows back laughing in your direction and his heart dropped. Sure, he was upset that they were saying things about you but he was even more worried that you were going to kill them

The match was getting closer to the end but the girls were persistent in bashing you for every little thing and you did your best to keep your temper under control

“ What is she even wearing?”

“ Shouldn’t she be wearing a jersey to support her boyfriend?”

“ Maybe Oikawa-San and her broke up!”

“ Thank goodness, he can do so much better anyway. He is way out of her league.”

You clenched your fists against the bottom of your seat. You’d be damned if you were just gonna sit there and listen to them talk badly about you

You whipped your head around and gave them a deadly glare,” Just wait until this game ends and we’ll see if you’ll be able to keep talking shit.”

They’re just shocked that you even turned around to confront them and while they’re a bit shooketh cause you’re high key scary, they don’t take your threat seriously

Oikawa can practically feel the tension in the air so once Aoba Johsai scores the last point and they take their bows, he looks up at you as if he’s pleading with you to just wait until he can get there

Cue that one tik tok: ‘ girl don’t do it, it’s not worth it…’

And you’re looking back at him like ‘ im not gonna do it girl...I was just thinking about it...im not gonna do it”

You and Oikawa both thought that the coast was clear and that you two can go about your day but then the main fangirl opened her mouth,” I told you guys she’s too scared to fight us. Who does this bitch think she is?”

It all happened so fast, one minute you were beaming down proudly at your boyfriend and the next, you’re jumping over the bleachers to launch yourself at the girl in the stands

“ OH SHIT!” Oikawa raced out of the gym with Iwaizumi running after him because Iwaizumi knows Oikawa might need his help

Oikawa had never seen you this mad before so he didn’t know what to expect as he raced up the stairs

His mouth dropped when he saw you on top of the girl and you were going at it

like yassssssss reader beat her ass!!! Fuck her up!!!!🤪🤪🤪

There’s a crowd gathered around but Oikawa managed to squeeze his way through and shouted at you to stop. He knew how strong you were and frankly, the girl didn’t even stand a chance against you.

Obviously, he is your number one fan but he didn’t want you to go to jail for murdering this girl in cold blood

He tried to pull you off of her but you have that gorilla grip and this boy was struggling to pry you off like damn where is all of this strength coming from???

Oikawa looked around for anyone to help him but the crowd was a bit too scared of you so he shouted for backup

“ IWA-CHAN HELP ME BEFORE SHE KILLS HER!”

Iwaizumi pushed through everyone and he assessed the situation. He sees lil ol’ you swinging at the girl who’s sprawled out on the floor screaming but he’s more focused on the fact that you listened to his advice on how to throw punches

He stans necessary violence!

Iwa managed to loosen your grip on the girl which gave Oikawa enough time to wrap his arms around you and hold you back

“ Who’s scared now ha!” You laughed evilly as Oikawa tried dragging you away from the crime scene and he’s visibly shaken because his girlfriend is psychotic but is it awful that he feels so proud?!?!?

Like in his head he’s thinking,” damn okay go off queen!” 🥰

He managed to carry you all the way down to the stairs and pulled you aside to make sure you’re okay

“Are you hurt anywhere? How are you feeling? Do you need some water or some ice for your knuckles?”

You looked down at your knuckles and sure enough, they were bruised but surprisingly not bloody,” Oh, I fucked up my knuckles...I didn’t even notice, ” You said as Oikawa shook his head disapprovingly,” I wasn’t even hitting that hard!”

“ Iwa-chan, can you be a dear and get some ice? I’m gonna stay here with Y/N to make sure she doesn’t go back up there,” Oikawa said as you held up your knuckles to show Iwaizumi

“ How do I look Zumi?”

“ Damn Y/N, those look badass!”

Iwa was practically beaming because he knew he had taught you well🤩🤩🤩

“ Iwa-chan don’t get encourage her! Go get the ice!” Oikawa shouted as you and Iwaizumi both laughed before Iwa turned to leave

Oikawa lightly skimmed his thumb across your knuckles and pressed an even lighter kiss to your knuckles before sighing,” Was it worth ruining your pretty hands honey?”

You inhaled deeply before shrugging innocently at your boyfriend,” Toru, I really tried to keep my cool I promise! They were saying really mean things the whole time but I did my best to control myself but she had it coming...Are you mad at me?”

“ Of course I’m not mad,” Oikawa answered honestly as he pulled you closer to him,” If you lost than sure, I would be disappointed but you won so I’m more proud than anything! But I’m pretty sure you broke her nose.”

“ A wise boyfriend once said; If you’re gonna hit it, hit it until it breaks,” You said with a smirk as Oikawa leaned in to give you a victory kiss

-Kuroo-

Kuroo knew what he was getting himself into when the two of you started dating. You were always so sweet and thoughtful but whenever you were upset, you didn’t care who got in your way, all you wanted to do was unleash the beast!

Most of the time, Kuroo could calm you down before it ever escalated but on the rare account that he couldn’t, he just hoped you didn’t do too much damage to whoever was on the receiving end

At the end of one of Nekoma’s matches, you were celebrating with the team in the hallway when Kuroo excused himself to go use the restroom

You thought nothing of it and continued to chat and congratulate the other Nekoma members but as minutes passed by without seeing Kuroo, you excused yourself and went to go find him

You turned the corner to see Kuroo with his back facing you as he was loudly talking to Daisho. You knew Kuroo disliked Daisho but you were taken aback when you saw a familiar face next to him, Mika Yamaka

You and Mika had never gotten along, even way before Kuroo had his feud with the Nohebi captain. The last time you had saw her, things hadn’t gone so well so to see her in the flesh made you feel some type of way

You walked over to where Kuroo was standing as the conversation halted

“ What’s going on? Everything okay?” You asked as Kuroo wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer

“ Nothing, everything is fine,” Kuroo smiled but you could tell that something was obviously going on

“ Wow Y/N-chan, I gotta say, you’ve changed a lot. I see you finally figured out how to style your hair,” Mika said ‘sweetly’ as she played with her boyfriend’s volleyball in her hand,” you finally look grown-up. I was sure you’d always look like that little geek I met in middle school.”

You felt him squeeze your hip tightly as if to say ‘ don’t let her get under your skin’ but you couldn’t help yourself to snap back

“Aw, Mika. I wish I could say the same for you but turns out you’re still a fucking snake who-”

“ Okay, let’s just calm down and take a breath,” Kuroo said as he leaned down to whisper into your ear,” don’t do anything stupid, okay? I got your back.”

You squeezed his hand as you kept your icy stare on Mika who looked unbothered

“ Your girl sure does have a temper doesn’t she?” Daisho laughed as Kuroo snapped his eyes over to him

“ What did you say snake?”

OH SO NOW IT’S SUDDENLY OKAY TO SAY SNAKE

“ He’s not wrong. Y/N is kinda known to be a bit of a bitch,” Mika said as a matter of fact as you and Kuroo both tensed up,” little miss hothead is what they used to call you right?”

As angry as you were, you knew that she was just trying to push your buttons and that she wasn’t worth the hassle. At this point, the rest of the Nekoma boys were watching from afar and even Kenma had looked up from his game to watch the heated interaction

“ Let’s just go, you guys are all bark and no bite. That’s why Nohebi loses everytime against Nekoma. You want some advice, how about you guys win before you start to talk shit,” You scoffed as you grabbed Kuroo’s hand and walked off in the opposite direction

Micdrop lets get it Y/N

Kuroo smiled down at you as he pressed a kiss on your forehead,” Baby, I’m really proud of you. I know it’s hard to keep your cool and I’m sure you wanted to beat her ass, huh?”

“ God, I was this close Tetsuro. I swear, I-”

You felt something hard hit the back of your head and a second later, you could hear Mika’s annoying voice,” Who’s all bark and no bite now?”

You looked down at the ground to see the volleyball she had just chucked at your head and you felt smoke come out of your ears

You moved your eyes up and locked eyes with Kenma like ‘did this bitch really just do that😮’ and Kenma nodded ‘girl she really did👀’

Kuroo looked shocked. He didn’t even know what to say but he really didn’t want you to get into a fight

“Baby-”

“ Hold my purse,” You snapped as you shoved your bag into his chest and walked over to where Mika was standing

“ Aw, is Y/N-chan gonna cry-”

Kuroo and Daisho watched with open mouths as you practically launched yourself at her, causing the two of you to hit the floor. The Nekoma boys shouted words of encouragement and you could even hear Yaku shout “WORLDSTAR!”

“ You! 👏🏼Stupid! 👏🏼Bitch!” You yelled as you kept slamming your fists into Mika as she swung her fists back to try and get you off

Kuroo rushed over, unsure of what to do.

A little backstory: You two had a hypothetical conversation a while back and you had explicitly told him that if you had gotten into a fight, he was not allowed to step in unless you were losing. By the looks of it, you were winning by a longshot

It wasn’t until Daisho tried grabbing you off of Mika that Kuroo suddenly became protective and stepped in

“ Don’t touch her, snake!” Kuroo yelled as he easily pushed Daisho to the side and ripped you away from Mika

You scrambled and struggled against your boyfriend’s grip as you continued to curse at Mika

“ Uh huh! That’s what I thought you raggedy-ass, fucking bitch! You’re awfully quiet now, huh!”

“ Oh my god babe, please-”

“ Whatever!” Mika shouted as Daiso helped her up as she held her nose in pain,”That’s why your stupid boyfriend stepped in.”

“ He stepped in cause he knows I will kill you! Do you hear me, Mika? You’re lucky my boyfriend isn’t such a weak ass like you because if he wasn’t holding me back, you wouldn’t be able to get off the floor-”

“ Okokokokokok! She got the message baby, you’re scary and she’s a dumbass,” Kuroo was struggling to keep his grip on you so he readjusted himself and threw you over his shoulder as he walked past his teammates,” let’s head to the bus.”

The rest of the Nekoma teammates followed the two of you back to the buses as Kenma walked over beside you,” Do you want me to send you the video?”

“ You were recording?” You and Kuroo both asked as Kenma nodded approvingly

“ Hell yeah! Send it to me!”

On the bus ride back, it was relatively loud from all of the talk about you throwing hands with Mika but Kuroo had all of his attention on you

“ I can’t believe she threw a volleyball at your head, what did she expect when you pounced on her?” Kuroo said as you leaned your head against his shoulder,” but damn, we were so close to leaving without a fight.”

“ I know, I’m sorry Tetsuro. You know I can’t stand her or her boyfriend,” You huffed as Kuroo sighed

“ You know, have I ever told you how turned on I get seeing you mad?”

“ Yes babe, several times.”

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despisydraws · 4 years

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Okay, so this went from headcanons to a one-shot draft real fast and I'm 100% not sorry to fill your entire timeline with trans Courfeyrac's first meeting with the Amis and his coming-out story

Enjoy this mess of a bullet point half-oneshot that has somehow gotten the length of 1,7k words, with no beta because we die like men

-It took Courf quite a long time to figure out what it was that made him so uncomfortable with himself and even once he came to conclusion he just tried to repress it

-He used to dress in extremely feminine clothes (mostly out of fear that nobody would want him anymore otherwise)

-Yep, right, he was super scared of being alone in the world and he constantly needed the assurance that he was needed

-He had a bunch of super shitty boyfriends who treated him like dirt and only wanted him as a status symbol, to have 'a hotter girlfriend than the others'

-He was so tired of being cheated on and used, but he felt so alone and helpless that he tried to hold on to every. single. one. of those douchebags

-That made them even greater assholes, of course, like a confidence boost (disgusting)

-He got rid of them only by them getting rid of him, what happened after a fairly short time (because 'He was just so clingy' and 'they never wanted a long-term relationship they just wanted some fun') (I repeat: disgusting)

-After an especially bad breakup, which he reasoned by himself not behaving enough as the girl he should be ('shitty-ex also said that, so it's true, right?'), his almost frantic femininity got even worse

-That was the phase in which he met Combeferre

-Courf was sitting in the corner of a very empty cafe, staring into his cup without drinking

-Ferre has to deal with the Amis, so he's kind of a hobby-therapist, he came over immediately and asked to sit with him

-He just sensed that something was off about 'the girl who constantly shoves her beautiful long curls back as if they were tiny snakes trying to bite her, who kneads the hem of her short dress nervously, trying not to let anyone see, who shifts her feet in her heels as if she stood on needles' - it reminded him of Enjolras, but in less furious and more hurt

-They chat a little and Ferre gets him to attend one of the amis' meetings

-They go there together, there is a mirror in the corridor of the cafe next to the coat rack, where Courf stops dead and just gazes at what has become of him

-Ferre just tries to calm him by saying 'don't worry, you look wonderful.' And Courf immediately clenches his jaw, because 'oh, great, another one of those guys...'

-Anyway they attend the meeting and Courf is absolutely in awe over Enjolras, about his strength and confidence, generally just his aura which is almost visible to him, red and burning

-Feuilly, who is a hobby-hairdresser and cuts cuts the hair of all of the Amis for free, takes one look at him and immediately goes "wooow, I'd love to cut your hair, can I cut it? Look at all those cool and sexy hairstyles over here *gestures to Bahorel* and here *gestures to Joly who grins and waves at him*, okay, over here I messed up *gestures to Bossuet, who notices Courfs mortified expression and goes 'no, don't worry, I'm naturally bald he's just joking!'* and Feuilly laughs and goes on with his rambling" but Courf is like 'no way, you're not gonna touch my hair, wtf?' And he avoids Feuilly because he has a vague feeling that the redhead is a huge creep...

-Enjolras takes one look at Courf and then turns to Ferre with a raised eyebrow

-They have something like a telepathic discussion about Courf, Ferre desperately wants to keep him because he just feels that it's right but Enjolras can't stand him because his behavior seems so fake (he can't get behind it yet, he tends to judge people immediately, like an instinct, and he really doesn't want a 'little prom queen Ferre wants to go off with' in his activist group. He should really know Ferre a little better than that, given the fact that they grew up together, and know that he's got his reasons, but Enj had a very bad day so he goes with whatever his mind tells him)

-Courf gets along quite alright with the others, especially with Bahorel, Grantaire and Jehan (even though he thinks they're a little weird) and 'that Joly is cute I guess'

-After the meeting they all get ready to go home and most of them have left already, Jehan suddenly comes up to him and hugs him deeply, saying how much they wish for Courf to stay with the group

How? How could anyone resist that?

-So Courf comes back a few times and when they plan to go on vacation with the group to strengthen the team spirit and mayyybe just have a chill weekend for once Courf is already included in the plans without them even asking him

-They go by train to a summer cottage Jehans parents own at the coast of Spain, right at the beach

-Courf shares a room with Grantaire and Joly and Bossuet, Enj and Ferre share a smaller room and Jehan sleeps with Feuilly and Bahorel on a huge extendible couch

-Let's say this is at a point where Courf has already gotten so much queer influence from this group that he is just confused and absolutely can't tell anymore who he is, because, apparently it's okay to not feel the same way your body lookw?? But that's colliding with everything he learned from the shitty douchebag boyfriends and his clique he had a few years ago????

-His mind is absolutely overwhelmed and he doesn't know what to do anymore, the assumption he had about himself is proving true at an alarming speed and he can't repress it anymore.

-Even though his is with such an open minded group now, he still fears to be cast out once he opens up

-He fears that they would think he was shamming himself again to fit in more ('I presented myself so different when he first met them, it would be strange, right? It would seem like a lie if I told them!')

-He sleeps less and cries a lot, this holiday should have been relieving but it has become the horror to him

-Everytime he sees Joly and Bossuet kissing, everytime Enjolras lifts his shirt in the heat, showing his scars and Grantaires' longing gazes, he excuses himself. He sits in the bathroom quietly, staring at the wall, until a person comes along who has to use it

-One night he can't take it anymore

-There's Grantaire and Bossuet snoring to both sides of him and Joly shifting in his boyfriend's arms the entire time, sometimes pressing a pillow on his face to stop the noise

-There is too much sound, too much movement around him so the thoughts that need to be thought, if not at daytime, then at least at night, get even louder

-He stands up with his blanket underneath one arm and quietly leaves the room into the dark hallway. His knees are shaking and all he wishes for is to break down on the floor but his body just can't pass that point of desperation, so he stumbles around until his hands find the next doorhandle and pushes it

-There is a muffled voice, saying "Don't even try it, Jehan, I hid your notebook. Go to sleep, write that thought down tomorrow..."

-When there is no reaction a bedside lamp is switched on, revealing Combeferres sleepy face

- "Ferre, turn the goddamn light on one more time and I'll kill you" Enjolras grunts from the other bed, turning his back to the room

-Combeferre just quietly signs for Courfeyrac to lay down next to him after he took one look at his face and he does (Ferre is after all still the one he trusts most)

-He crawls underneath Ferres blanket and buries his face against the latter one's chest and then everything just starts streaming out of him, all of his thoughts, all of his feelings, he just talks about everything for the first time

-As he ends there is silence and Combeferre places a kiss on his head when he starts to cry again

-Enjolras just quietly apologizes for being rude to him all the times before and stands up, moving over to the two of them

-He starts to tell Courfeyrac the story of his own coming out, how he got kicked out by his parents and had to move out of the city and live with Combeferre and something about the story calms him down

-He falls asleep sandwiched between Ferre and Enj after they had to promise to not tell anyone about it yet

-The next night he feels better but he is still restless

-He's up again, quietly shifting to the living room where he shakes Feuilly awake

C:"Can you help me with something?"

F:"Sure, what is it?"

C:"Cut my hair..."

-Feuilly is out and about in an instant and soon there is light in the kitchen, Courf is sitting on a stool they found in a small storeroom and Feuilly comes in with a grin and a pair of scissors

-The next morning the others almost don't recognize him anymore, if not because of his looks then because of his aura. He is genuinely happy for the first time in what feels like an eternity

-Even Enj is grinning when he sees him and stands up from the table where they are eating breakfast, putting an arm around his shoulders

"Listen here my boy, you don't know what danger you just put yourself in. Look at them, they're all gay and ready to eat you alive"

-The entire table bursts in chaos, Joly spits out his juice, Bahorel is screaming from the top of his lungs, Grantaire is muttering "I'm so in love, I'm so in love, I'm so in love" over and over again and Bossuet jumps up from his chair so suddenly it falls over "Enjolras made a joke?! Enjolras is funny?! My life is a lie!"

-Courfeyrac just laughs with them, glad that Enjolras saved him from all the awkward questions for now

-He sits down next to Combeferre and shoots him a small look

"Are you also, you know... gay and ready to eat me alive?" He chuckles and Combeferre turns his head into his direction with an amused smile "Eating you would be a little harsh, don't you think? But I admit, I have been thinking of eating with you this evening" "Are you... asking me out?" "What else could I have intended with that?"

And they all live happily ever after, finish, yaaay

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smutandfluffohmy · 5 years

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Sixth Sense Supers

From: Smutandfluffohmy Character Parings: Stark!Reader X Peter Parker Warnings:LONGGG, major Endgame spoilers! Request: Yoo i love your work and i just reaally need to see you use prompt 60 "we finish the same way we started, together" with Peter Parker and Stark!reader in Endgame's final battle. Spoilers in case you haven't seen it but the reader didn't get snapped and when Peter comes back he wasn't expecting her to be there, tells her he loves her and then tries to stop her from joining the fight, thus she replies with the prompt and you can finish however you like, but i would like a bit of angst. Tysm❤❤❤❤ A/N: Shout out to @n0rthern-litez who had to put up with me running this fic through her,love ya x!! Also I saw Far from home & I’m still not over my bbys 💕

You were Tony’s older daughter and all your life you wanted nothing more than to be a miniature version of Iron Man or even better, a miniature version of Tony Stark. You tagged along with your dad whenever you could which wasn’t often at all and even if you did you stayed cooped up inside the jet. Your life was filled with excitement but you were always looking at it from far away always out of touch and always too far for your comfort.

After years of training and your father making a special suit for you, you were allowed into the battle field alongside the other avengers and their new prisoner Loki who was there against his will.

“I heard the story about the snake I thought it was pretty funny.” You whispered leaning towards Loki afraid someone would yell at you for talking to Loki.

“You like that one? Well I have plenty of more stories just like that.” Loki said giving you a genuine smile as he later went on a whispering rant about all of his best tricks. You listened intently to every word he said and Loki was glad that someone could finally appreciate his tricks.He wasn’t fond in any way shape or form about humans but he decided to make a small exception for you.

“Do you want some tea?” You whispered to him as you looked around the jet making sure nobody was looking your way.

“Milk and three sugars.”Loki said to you as he sat up a bit straighter,you nodded and made your way to make the tea. “Please” He said coughing a bit, the word wasn’t foreign but the sincerity behind it was new for him. Putting the kettle on you got out a mug that you thought Loki might like and made the tea walking back carefully making sure not to spill any, setting the cut of tea in front of him.Loki brought the cup to his lips and blew gently on it. Time passed,Loki sipped his tea between telling you stories that he thought you might like.

“We’re here!” Cap called out and with a jump you got snapped out of your conversation with Loki. “Time for you” Steve said pointing at Loki” to come with us.” he said which made Loki roll his eyes and finish off the last of his tea.

“Can I come?” You said eagerly already gathering up your stuff not waiting for an answer.

“No you can’t.” Your dad said sitting you back down on the chair with a frown.With that they left you alone in the jet sitting down on the chair with your hands balled up in front of you. You traced the lining of your bag absentmindedly with a big huff you got your iron suit on.

“I didn’t come here to sit around.” You grumbled and made your way out of the jet going out to find your family. New York seemed so gloomy even without any clouds hanging over head the sky still felt heavy and dark. Explosions rang all around you, buildings collapsed and everytime they did you winced thinking about all the damage.Fires seemed to spring from nowhere and everywhere, looking frantically around you for any family faces or a glimpse of a costume but you always seemed to look the opposite direction.

Through the loud noises of screams and chaos you could hear faint yells of what seemed like a negotiation, you flew towards the noises. There stood everyone arguing with creatures you have never seen before, a wave of fright an uneasiness draped over you. ‘Stop it Avengers aren’t scared’ you thought to yourself swallowing your fear down your throat you headed towards everyone else. Clint was shooting his usual arrows at the aliens while everyone did their own thing you’ve seen a million times but it didn’t fail to impress you.

The fight continued on and it all seemed to go on in a motion blur, lasers passed by you in flashes and you continued to help as much as you could.The laser shot you, you weren’t sure where but you felt the bolt run through your body. Wincing over in pain you tried grabbing onto the area that hurt but everything hurt and it hurt bad. You felt cold but hot at the same time and it was a new sensation you didn’t know how to handle, you wanted to cry out for help but you felt like you were choking on the words that you couldn’t say.

Your body temperature dropped and you felt yourself freeze, touching your face to wipe off the snot that was coming out of your nose feeling it stone cold. You wished you would’ve dresses warmer, you wished you were standing in the beach, you wished so many things that couldn’t come true. Looking down at your hands that were quickly turning different types of colors that you knew your fingers shouldn’t be.

“Let me help.” Loki said as he slumped down next to you, for a moment his helmet looked like a halo and you wanted to reach out to touch it.

“You stay away from my daughter!” Your dad yelled, you could hear the pain in his voice.

“I’m trying to help her! Brother come and help me!” Loki called out to Thor who obliged and slumped down next to you and his brother. Your eyes were failing you, they felt heavy and your body felt numb, you felt yourself drift to sleep and you let yourself.

“Hey hey honey don’t go to sleep.” Your dad said taking off your helmet as he pushed your hair out of your face, tears streaming down his face.

“I’m so cold.” You murmured trying your hardest to move your body, to try to get as far away from that spot.

“I know but just hold on a bit longer.” Your dad said his grip tightening around your suit, you couldn’t feel his touch but you don’t think you were even able to if the suit was stripped away.

“You have to move aside Stark.”

“I won’t leave her!” Your dad pleaded.

“We can save her but you have to move aside.”All the voices started melting together, your eyes were too heavy to keep them open and you let yourself close your eyes just for a second. Drifting off into a dreamless sleep, your body feeling hot feeling like hundreds of ice cubes being poured into your body all at once.

You shot up in a fright in a cold sweat, the moon light spilling into the room as rain hit the windows.Looking down your lap you saw machines hooked up to you, your fingers looked like they were dipped in black paint, veins being more prominent than you ever remembered them to be. You leaned back down trying to understand exactly what was happening, trying to remember exactly what was the last thing you remembered but everything was blank.

“Hey hey kid you’re awake.” Your dad exclaimed rushing over to your side.

“Yea I think I fell on my head while fighting.”

“No you were dead for an hour.” Loki said from the other side of you bed, he was looking through a magazine but his body was rigid and tense with worry. “We had to bring you back, you have God ummm” Loki said discarding his magazine trying to find the correct word.

“Juices. You have God juices flowing in you.” Thor said with absolute certainty as he nervously paced back and forth at the foot of your bed. You knitted your eyebrows together not knowing entirely what he had just said, Loki sighed and rubbed his temples trying his hardest to keep it together.

“No there is none of your “God juices” inside of my daughter.”

“What my idiot brother means is that you have the energy of the Gods of lightning and trickster bolted through you while you were dead. Not only did we revive you but you may have a bit of God energy in you, umm we never do this so you may have some side effects.” Loki said to you trying to avoid the daggers your father was throwing at him.

“Oh my god I’m frankenstein.” You said sitting up on the bed looking at the people around you. Your eyes traveled from everyone's faces and it landed on a boy you couldn’t quite place, you knew him but not sure from where exactly.

“I know you.” You said whispering to yourself and pointing at the boy who looked at you in surprise because you were talking to him. Everyone looked from you to the boy in deep confusion, Loki looked at you trying to understand what was happening. “What’s your name?” You asked, it was rude that everyone wasn’t introducing this new person.

“Pietro. Pietro Maximoff.” He said simply as if still confused why you were talking to him.

“Nice to meet you Pietro, so what’s your power?” You said your eyes lighting up with excitement, you did always love learning about new powers and new people. “I don’t have any but I think tha-”

“Did you say Pietro?” Wanda said gripping the side of your bed, her voice getting shaky.

“Yes I did?”

“Y/N he’s my brother. He’s my brother that has been dead for years.” Those words echoed through your mind ‘dead brother’ they rang inside your ears ‘dead’.

~Some time later~

You could see dead people but not in a simple way like ‘the six sense’ where you could tell who was alive and who wasn’t. Your life was filled with deaths and people that never left. Dinner seats that were left empty were always filled, faces of people confused as to why their place wasn’t set or why their loved ones wouldn’t talk to them. You saw dead people all around New York and you couldn’t tell who was actually there, being the only one that could see them made you frustrated beyond belief. You tried bringing someone back from the death but they were rotten and confused like they were walking through a dream, feeling every missing bone every open wound so you vowed never to do that again.

You thought you were a psychic that got the short end of the stick but it was worse, so much worse you had the power to bring back the dead. Their voices filled your head day and night with people crying out in grief or with endless request to bring them back to the land of the living.

“Hey are you okay?” Peter asked taking you out of your trance, you looked up at him with a warm smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine just thinking.” You said looking at Peter trying to ignore the dazed pilot that was walking around dripping wet.

“Cookie for your thoughts?” He said holding a cookie out to you scotting closer to you.

“I’m just worried about fighting Thanos.Think you can grow those extra six limbs and eyes? ” You scoffed

“I think I would just be a spider at that point. Your friendly neighborhood spider? I don’t think that would work.” He said scrunching his nose as he actually thought about it. “Would I be a spider with a Peter head or w-”

“Ahh, isn't it the sixth sense supers.” Bruce said smiling brightly at the two of you.

“The what?” You asked not knowing if you actually wanted to know the answer.

“Well you know you see dead people and the spider senses.” Bruce said pointing at you laughing slightly at his own joke.

“Hey Banner some help here please!” Clint called out as he struggled with some things he was holding, as they slipped and dropped around him.

“Hmm the sixth sense supers.” Peter said scotting closer to you “I like it, I’m like your sidekick.” He smiled at you and held your hand under the table.

“Yea right. More like I’m your sidekick.” You said playfully pushing him

“Hey 3 inches apart! I will throw you into a black hole Parker.” Tony said pointing at Peter then at you, he loved both of you but wished you guys wouldn’t be as close as you were just for his poor old heart. Peter gave him a nervous smile and scotted a bit farther away from you, your dad nodded slightly trying his best not to crack a smile and continued on to what he was doing.The ship giving a slight rumble, intuitively you looked at the young man that gripped on tightly to a chair looking around wondering what he was doing there. The deep gash on his leg exposing some bone you wondered to what or who he was tied to, to make him be right here right now.

“Don’t worry I would rescue you from the black hole.” You smiled brightly making yourself look at Peter who had a small blush creep on his face. You knew you didn’t have a functional heart, a real one, one that wasn’t made by your dad but you swore you felt your heart flutter every time Peter smiled.

“When this is over we should go check out the astronomy museum.” Peter said scotting closer but then scotting back when he saw Tony pass by a hallway.

“You know you can just look outside dork.” You chuckled motioningly vaguely at the windows that had their curtains drawn, we were in the middle of space but nobody seemed to care.

“Yea yea but i meant stargazing which you can’t really do in New York. Be-because of pollution.” He said whispering the last part, nervousness seeping into his voice. You and Peter knew each other for years but you two were often stumbling over your words and face grow hot with embarrassment.

“Okay it’s a date.” You said to him, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You wondered if your dad felt his “heart” skip beats whenever he saw mom and you wondered if he wondered if you felt the same about Peter.

“Time to go everyone.” Steve said urging everyone to follow him.

“I got your back.” You said to Peter as you got up and followed Steve with Peter close next to you, both of you trying to avoid bumping into things surrounding the hallways.

“I got yours.” Peter said walking beside you before getting dragged my Clint ahead of you “Hey Y/n if aliens put eggs in my chest and I eat you I’m sorry.” Peter said as he walked backwards to look at you and motioned to his chest area. You groaned and urged him to turn around.

Once the fighting began, everything was happening so quickly but so slow, you had to see the anger of the living and the crying faces of friends and family tied to the living as they begged and pleaded for them to stop. Your head pounded with cries of anger and sadness not wishing what the dead thought about their loved ones and how they got there.

You saw everyone around you collapse and turn to dust crying out and reaching out for help that never came.Friends and family that you loved disappearing like they were never there at all, you wanted to reach out to grab them, to grab anyone but you were too scared they would break under your touch.

“Y/N I don’t feel so good…” Peter said, your world came to a halt at that very moment. You grabbed onto him, your grip on his suit tightened ‘not him not Peter’. His face fell and you could see the pain painted on every inch of his face.

“You’re good, hey hey you’re fine.” You said as Peter began to turn to dust in front of your eyes.You were left bewildered holding fist fulls of dust that used to be your boyfriend,collapsing in a mess of tears and wailing. “I can fix you I can fix this.” You murmured gathering the dust that was once Peter.

~five years later~

People started showing up a wide smile spread over your face, you couldn’t name everyone and there was now too many people to tell who was alive.

“Please no.” You whimpered your blood running ice cold your shaky legs trying to back away. “Please someone tell me they can see him. Please.” You whispered, not wanting to call out, not wanting to make this seem any more real if it was whispered there was a chance this wasn’t real.

“Hey hey hey I’m real. I mean of course I’m real I meant that I’m alive.” Peter said reaching out towards you to touch you, you stumbled backwards in the midst of war you didn’t care where you bumped into you just couldn’t face the truth. You swallowed the hard lump and reached out to touch him, your fingers traced his cheeks holding back from sobbing.

“You’re really here.” You said bringing him into a hug, squeezing him tightly into the hug relief washing over you.

“I would never leave you. I love you but you have to get out of here it’s not safe.” Peter said breaking the hug and looking deep into your eyes, a mixture of relief and agony mixed up in his big brown eyes.

“No way we finish the same way we started, together.” You said pulling him in for a kiss, both of your faces flushing hot and red, it wasn’t your first kiss but the last one seemed a lifetime away almost like it wasn’t you but someone else. Your heart skipped beats and fluttered and for a moment you were worried you would short circuit.

“I think I got a plan.” Peter said as he quickly ran it by you, you hung onto every word he was saying missing his voice and how he knitted and raised his eyebrows whenever he talked. The way he talked with his hands all the time, you missed this you missed him.

“Okay.” You said nodding at Peter wanting to stay there with him but wanting to go to see the stars with him even more.

“Ready?”Peter said giving your hand one last squeeze, nodding the plan setting into motion.

“Aye Barney!” You yelled out to Thanos who snapped his head towards you a confused look spread across his face. Thanos was distracted just long enough for Peter to swing past him unnoticed, someone called out bringing attention to Peter. Your half baked plan failed miserably as you saw Peter start getting attacked.

‘Think think think Y/N THINK!’ you thought to yourself searching frantically around the battlefield. Your eyes locked onto a man with a squid head who was just floating around on the side of the enemy. ‘Okay here goes nothing’ you thought as you began running towards the man or thing or whatever it was

“Aye batter batter swing!”You yelled swinging a piece of wood at the squid man who fell to the ground with a thud. His face twisted to one of anger as you felt a tight grip on your throat that lifted you off the ground “Kinky really but you can’t kill the dead.” You said smiling to nobody in particular, the grip tightened more feeling your neck start snapping under the pressure a white light filling every inch of your vision.

The thing that was strangling you dropped your limp body, the white light merged into images of you, your sister and your parents sitting down in a meadow with a picnic set up. The summer sun surrounded you “Hey room for a couple more?” a voice called out, turning your head to see who it was you saw Peter along with your Aunt Wanda, Natasha and your uncles Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Bruce and Scott all walking towards you four.

“You made it!” You said smiling up at the people that were standing over you, Peter leaned down to your level brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You have to wake up.” Peter said but not in his own voice, his mouth mouthed the words but a much harsher and deep voice came out.Before you could say anything you gasped up for air and the white light that filled your eyes went away as soon as it came, and you were back again in the battle.

“Told you you can’t kill the dead.” You said jolting up from the ground wasting no time to get back into battle. Calling for people that were long dead to help you and everyone else. Ordinary and extraordinary people joining in to help take down the enemies, you really couldn’t kill the dead, after this was all done you made a note to help as many people cross over as you could.

The battle went on and it was all a motion blur, you jumped from your own body to other people helping them out and back to your own body.You couldn’t place exactly who was dead and who was alive but regardless of that your enemies punches still bruised you. In those moments you wanted to turn off your abilities, to only worry about fighting the living and not the dead as well. A man, a normal looking man stood in front of you a gun pointed at you.

A normal gun nothing about it was particularly special, at that moment surrounded by chaos and death you didn’t mind actually dying. Finally putting your mind to rest, not seeing people with deep wounds walking around confused in the streets, it was wicked even thinking it but if for one moment you could feel the warmth come back to your body you wanted it. No more heavy blankets or boiling showers to make your skin feel like it’s back to normal, finally putting balance back into the world.

The gun fired, your shirt stained with blood, perhaps it was fake and you just wanted it to be actual blood pouring out of your body actual foggined clouding your mind. Perhaps you just wanted to convince yourself that you were real and not just a thing, a robot that your father filled to the brim about anything and everything, nothing and something all wrapped up in a nice bow. You fell the ground not wanting to leave them behind but not wanting to be the next step of your powers into turning into the actual God of death, you couldn’t think you could bare seeing people that were only dead day in and day out.

“Y/n stay with me please. Please don’t leave me.” Peter said his cheeks already stained with tears as he clung on to your hand.You wanted to die but not here not now, opening your eyes you looked up at him.

“I can’t die,who’s going to bring the necromancer back to life?” You said trying your best to laugh, as you heaved over and coughed up blood shaking your head wanting to shake your thoughts into place. You let your head fall to the side and instead of smiling faces you saw your dad slumped over, his suit banged up and dirty, all the energy and color that usually surrounded him was gone it was all gone.

“Wait what’s happening?” You asked but you didn’t wait for a response you just reached out for him, ignoring the shifting broken ribs moving inside of you and you stretched trying to go to your dad. You tried giving him all your energy every last drop of energy you had just to save him, but everything failed and all the power that you could feel course you stopped. They stopped cold in their tracks and the one moment you needed your powers they failed you, you failed him.

“I tried bringing him back Peter I really did but I couldn’t” You said whaling trying to reach out to grab your father’s hand but hundred of volts of what felt like electricity ran through your body causing you to curl back into your body. You wanted to rip out this part of you and put it into your dad, a deformed and decaying body part but a part that would bring him back to you.

“It’s okay Y/N it’s okay there wasn’t anything you could’ve done.” Peter said scopping you up into his arms letting you cry into his shirt. You wished you could trade traces with your dad, your dad that laid there leaning against a rock dead his mouth hanging open and his eyes devoid from anything.

“That’s what I do! That’s all I fucking do and I failed! I want my dad! I want my dad.” You said crying, clinging to peter’s suit

“Hey hey hey Peter hands off my daughter!” You heard a familiar voice call out which made your head snapped towards the voice, ignoring the pain that shot through your body. You saw your dad walking towards you and Peter and for a moment your heart stopped. His suit looked clean and pressed making him stand out from the dirty and hellish scene around him, you wanted to call out to him but you couldn’t do that to Peter, to mom, to your family. His hand spread out in front of him, his eye catching a glimpse of it making him recoil it back to his side pretending like he didn’t see that. “Oh wow I guess I’m dead now huh?” He said giving out a nervous laugh looking around the long faces of everyone there.You simply nodded, unable to speak and even if you did you didn’t know what to say.

“He promised to take care of you if anything were to happen to me.But now you have to promise that you’re going to take care of him. Please just take care of each other, I won’t be able to do it anymore.” Your dad said as he nervously rocked on his heels trying his best to not break down crying, not for his own sake but for yours.

#peterparker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst

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meatmeinthemiddle-mark · 6 years

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could you do your ship your mutuals but with like a summer theme? Like what kinds of summer dates they would go on or what they would do in the summer and how it would go?

DAMN THIS GON BE LONG PREPARE URSELF! Bang Chan: When I think of Bang Chan i think of staying up really late at night and working really hard on a project or something so i would put him on a date with @bangchanmix !! i feel like rena ALSO DOESNT SLEEP MUCH (its 70% true she always asks me to sleep but think abt it, we live in the same country and its 2am ??? go to sleep rena) so like the date will be really casual like going out to the convenience store by han river and buying ramen + cheese sticks + beer and then eating it together. its probably like 1am by the time they went out so theres that cooling night breeze and the relaxing river in front of them oooooooooooooooo Woojin: SOFT BOY HAS TO GO ON A CAFE HOPPING / SHOPPING DATE WITH @stk0t9 !! I ACTUALLY THINK THEY'LL FIT VERY WELL BECAUSE OF HOW EASILY MADDY GETS SOFT AND SENTIMENTAL ABOUT EVERYTHING!! Maddy will capture lots of photos of the food and woojin and woojin trying out all sorts of outfits. Then after she takes a photo she'll stay silent for a moment and out of the blue "I really appreciate you and your beautiful face" and then scarfs down a pastry, woojin will just be taken aback by the sudden compliment and them scunches his face in a cute way AAAHHMinho: OK SO MINHO GOES ON A DATE WITH @minhomygod AND HE TAKES HER TO A ZOO,, hear me out hear me out,, they go to a petting zoo first and Rach will be excited to see all the tiny animals she can touch and then she goes to touch a like a goat or smth. BUT THE GOAT MAKES A NOISE AND RACH JUMPS. Minho will laugh his ass off BUT he'll guide her hand to help pet the goat and even feed it (smooth) after the petting zoo they'll go to the reptile section where u can just iMAGINE MINHO STANDING SO CLOSE TO ALL THE SNAKE EXHIBITS THAT HIS BREATH CAUSES CONDENSATION ON IT. "Rach, I want to take one of these snakes home" Rach will be uber done with him and drag his impulsive ass out of the snake exhibit so they can see more cute animals like otters! Changbin: SUMMER = HOT = I DONT WANNA BE OUTSIDE = LETS GO ICE SKATING! I feel like he'll bring @softspearb to an ice skating rink to escape being all sticky and sweaty in the hot weather. He'll try to show off how great he is at ice skating in front of Ty and fall on his ass. Ty laugh the H e C C out of the situation and then skates off without him (she's tryna make changbin chase her ;) ) Then Changbin stands up and skates as fast as he can and they'll be those people on the ice holding hands and circling around,,they'll do little games like binnie pulling ty behind him and vice versa, heh Hyunjin: Even though summer has the worst heat to wait under the sun in he'll probably still take @hyyunjinn to an amusement park HAHA, first Cici will lecture him about how hot as hell it is but then falls into Hwang Hyunjin's pout and will do whatever to keep that boy happy. Hyunjin probably buys a drink for her everytime she finishes one bc he lowkey feels guilty that he dragged her out to stand under the sun for a rollercoaster ride. I ACTUALLY DK IF CICI CAN HANDLE RIDES? BUT IF SHE CANT hyunjin will hold her hand really tightly every single time and then flashes that perfect smile "dont worry, I'm here" then squeezes her hand, cici probably screams anyways HAHAJisung: JISUNG AND @maaatryoshka GOING TO KAREOKE PLACE AND JUST SINGING THEIR CUTE LIL HEARTS OUT, imagine the amount of laughs they'll share when the other fails to hit a note. Erin will probably be shy to sing in the beginning but she'll start to warm up once she starts rapping to one of the Stray Kids songs in the machine (rmb when Erin rapped to Matroshyka damn) Jisung will be hella impressed then does a full bow infront of her. JISUNG THEN FIGHTS BACK BY SINGING I LIKE YOU BY DAY6 FOR HER but then his poor voice cracked and ruined the sweet moment aaaaww but erin loves him anyway, i envision them just drinking a lot of iced drinks and eating lots of potato chips that afternoonFelix: Y O, LEE FELIX AND @hey-hey-chan AT WATERPARKS!! Aussie boy probably loves his waterparks and i think kris just recently went to one?? All you can hear from them is just their damn screams as they slide down a waterslide, Kris will probably have to calm Felix everytime they take on a new ride bc Felix is hella scared and Kris is hella enjoying the fact that Felix is scared. She'll laugh at him for a second but then calm him down once they reach the splash pool. They'll go onto one of those waterslides where u race the other person and Kris will win the race and just tease Felix the entire day with "OH MY GOD I WON! I WON! I BEAT FELIX!" And the probably made a bet where the loser has to buy the winner food "I WON"Seungmin: OH MY LORD WHERE DO I START?? I think arcade dates suit Seungmin and he'll go with @busanjeongin OO A NEW CONCEPT!! Seungmin will definitely try to win a huge ass toy from the crane machine for Chewy but I feel like she's an arcade master and she'll win SO MANY TICKETS and get a huge teddy bear prize herself and give it to seungmin instead HAHAHA. They'll try to play the car racing games but then give up bc the both of them would end up last in the race and just play DDR the rest of the time they are there. OR OR OR if THERES A RHYTHM GAME SEUNGMIN CAN EXPOSE HIS SKILLS AS A RHYTHM MASTER AND SLAY HITTING THE BEATS EVERYTIME, CHEWY WILL GO TO THE TAIKO DRUM AND ALSO GET A PERFECT SCOREJeongin: *cracks knuckles* its time to put my baby fetus ( @doublekn0t ) together with him and make them go city sightseeing, I think the both of them are actually pretty mature for their age and they are hopefully RESPONSIBLE enough to not get lost! J will be using her map in phone and will be able to understand how to get to a location really quickly while Jeongin is struggling to hold the map right side up. THINK ABOUT IT, Jeongin will be using that cute hello kitty polaroid of his and take so many pictures of them together or J with a really pretty view in the background aaaawwww. They would probably be cautious walking into stores by themselves so they probably play rsp and the loser has to walk into the store first heh cuties

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justrednow · 6 years

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Stronger

Heh

Warnings: violence, language, gore descriptions, child abandonment, smol spot, and short paragraphs because I'm writing this on a phone don't judge me

Word count: 3463

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Sean was still terrified of the two boys infront if him. They had proved they were passive but he didn't want to trust them. One was tall and pale with a fluff of cherry red hair. He was the one who had started the chase.now theubhad him cornered but they made no movement to attack him.

"I told ya it's the same kid!" The red head exclaimed to his friend, and African American boy with black curly hair. Sean could practically hear his heart beat. "Jesus, ya run fast, kid!"

"I would be running fast too if you were chasing me," the other nudged him on the arm. "Relax kid, we ain't here to hurt you." Sean's eyes darted between them. He didn't drop his guard for a second. " My name's Ash," he introduced himself, "this is Zig."

Sean frowned, "those are strange names." He couldn't help but crack a smile when he heard them laugh.

"He speaks!" Zig grinned, showing his gapped teeth. "So why are ya out here by ya self all the time?" Sean bit his lip, unsure if telling the truth would help it hurt. "Ain't ya know this is a bad place? Most of the Brooklyn kid woulda beat ya up!"

Sean blinked in surprise. He had made it this long, no one had confronted him before. "Let's start with a better question, what's your name?" Ash knelt down to his height.

"Sean Conlon..." Sean told him.

"That ain't a newsie name," Zig interuppted though Sean really had no more to say. "I mean you clearly ain't a newsie. You could be though."

"Calm down," Ash set a hand on his friend, "we just met him don't over whelm him. Where's your folks?'

Sean bit his lip, his jaw rocking a little. Finally he answered vaguely, "gone."

"We! Can we keep him?" Zig teased a bit, though Sean was sure that he was serious. He wasn't sure what keep meant or what they would do with him. Maybe they were taking him somewhere to stay. That wouldn't be awful. In fact he figured it would be great. He could sleep inside again.

Ash chuckled, confirming to Sean that the precious statement was a joke and it allowed him to ease up just a bit more. He felt no real tension any more. He could see that they were friends. "Well he isn't a dog."

"To be honest, don't he got those big puppy eyes?" Zig pointed at Sean's face. "I had a pup that had eyes like them."

Ash studied his face for a while, he clearly didn't see what Zig was seeing. He just shook it off and laughed again, rather than trying to argue. "We could call him Spot," he suggested, "people name there dogs that."

"He does look like a Spot," Zig admitted, "What do ya think kid?"

Sean honestly didn't know What they were talking about. He understood they were giving him a name but he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like a nickname or anything. But maybe it was why they had such strange names. It made him winder what their names actually were but he figured it wouldn't be nice to ask. "Sure.."

"Alright, Spot, how about you come back to the lodge with us," Zig suggested. "You can be a newsie!" And nodded, clearly not having the same enthusiasm, but he was happy. He straightened up and started walking. Spot realized that it might not have been a suggestion, but he wasn't going to say no. He quickly started to follow Zig and Ash. He realized that he would now have a bed and a job. This was clearly not bad.

The two boys lead him through Brooklyn. Spot had never taken the time to look at things. The tall buildings and shouting on the street. People bargaining for eggs and chattering about their life. He couldn't help but smile. There was something about it that was freeing to him. 1894 was starting to seem like a promising year. It had started awful but now it was looking up.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder and yank him back. "Wake up kid!" Ash shook him lightly. "You're going to walk in front of a cart!"

Spot nodded a thanks to him and continued walking once zig started leading again. "Spot, you is going to love it! Everyone's great," he promised. "We ain't had a new kid since we got the little Spanish girl." Spot glanced up more. Spanish girl.

He knew Spanish. His father was from Spain, his mother from Italy. They met on the boat over. Or something like that. He really wasn't sure, the story seemed to change everytime. But he knew where they were from and that was good enough for him. He wondered if the girl was from Spain or if it was just her family. He had been born in America. If she had been born in America did that mean she spoke English. Spot hoped that she spoke both languages like him. He doubted the others knew how to speak Spanish so maybe they could talk in secret. Spot wondered if there were other Spanish speakers as well. He doubted it but there was a possibility.

"Almost there," Ash announced as they crossed a street.

Spot had barely noticed the change of scenery from the bold colors of the vibrant Brooklyn to the smokey haze and brown. The shouts were less energetic and more angry. Despite that it was quieter. His first thought was what had he gotten himself into. But he also knew that it would be better than what he had already. Which was nothing.

They spent a few more minutes walking. Spot wished that they were a little more talkative, but he didn't want to be the one to start conversation. He couldn't help but feel like there was a reason they weren't speaking. The neighborhood was bad, no one needed to tell him that. There was no way her be seeing some high class lady around here. Even where his family had lived was nicer.

He looked back at Ash and Zig. They had kept checking on him with little glimpses, mostly yo make sure he didn't make a run for it. Spot decided that he wasn't scared of this place, he could be just as tough as it. And if not he would just have to be tougher. But still he couldn't help but jump when he heard a scream and a glass break. Zig and Ash were unfazed by the sudden noise. But Ash did look back at Spot. "You will get used to it," he slowed down to walk at Spots side. "I remember my first time walking through here. Someone threw a rock at my head."

"Why'd they do that?" Spot frowned. Was this place that crazy. He realized that being stronger was going to be how he survived. It didn't take a genius to see survival of the fittest was how this area was run.

Ash let out a dark chuckle. "They didn't like the way I look. Didn't like that I was on the same side of the street that they were sitting on."

"That's not fair!" Spot snapped his head to look at Ash. He couldn't understand what was wrong with people being different. He was always told that he was lucky that he looked like his mother. People wouldn't judge him.

Ash smiled loosely, "it is what it is. You just have to ignore the people like that." He looked back at Spot, "besides what you give is what you get. I try to work hard and be nice to everyone and it pays off."

Spot let out a huff, " it did?"

"Yes it did," Ash glanced at him as he looked a head. Zig was getting ahead. Ash walked a bit faster, motioning for Spot to do the same. "People treat me better. They're more willing to buy from me if they have before." He sighed, "of course there is still a lot of whispers and shouts. But I can't afford for it to get to me."

Spot looked down at the cobble paved street. He felt a little sorry that he had asked. It seemed like a bad question to ask, after he got the answer. "But if I'm honest I would rather deal with the name calling than have people assume."

"What does that mean?" Spot frowned, he meant no further disrespect but he honestly didn't know what that meant.

"When we're in the "nice" area of Brooklyn people will make assumptions. They will tell me to do things when I am not a servant," Ash confessed. There was anger in his tone. It made Spot feel a little more intimidated by him. "They won't buy from me because they think I'm a dirty begger."

"You're not," Spot looked at him, "I don't think any of the newsies are."

Ash slowly started to grin and stopped walking. He out a hand on Spots arm, "you're going to fit right in." He gave him a pat before he started walking again. The reassurance made Spot feel more comfortable. "I really think they're going to like you."

"Yeah?" Spot nodded. He tried to think if what else could be said. " how many are there?" Ash glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Newsies."

Ash let out a thoughtful blow of air. His eyes raised go the grey sky as he counted in his mind. Spot could hear little bits of names. Snake. Rat. Scar.... at least Spot hoped they were names. He didn't consider himself all that brave, and snakes didn't sound to great. Rats weren't exactley exciting either. "If say about twentyish, depending on the day."

"Twenty?!" Spot gasped. How was he supposed to know everyone. Would they want to know him? One benefit was that at least one was bound to want to be his friend. Worst comes to worst he could just leave, he decided.

Ash laughed once again. Spot was starting to find that his laugh seemed to mean that he was to worried about things. "Trust me everyone is easy to remember." Ash called ahead to Zig, "is Bone back?"

"I don't think so," Zig fell back slowly so he could walk beside them. "So we shouldn't have any trouble really." Spot bit on his lip, trouble wasn't a word he wanted to hear. "Bone is our leader. He ain't got the best temper. But don't worry ya self, he comes around." Ash smiled blankly and nodded, he seemed to disagree but wasn't sure he wanted to say anything. "Unless ya just want to talk to Vex with no trouble."

Ash grinned, "you got me." He pushed Zig lightly. "Really I just don't want him to be all upset then see Spot. He might be calm enough to actually want to deal with him." Spot stared nervously at Ash. He did not want to be dealt with and he didn't want to know why him being calm was a bad thing. "Don't worry, Spot, he won't hurt you."

"Not unless ya from queens!" Zig pounded his own knuckles into his palm. "Which ya ain't. Even if ya is, ya ain't." Spot wasn't from Queens, if he was honest he didn't know where that was. He barely knew where he was.

"And look at that!" Ash clapped his hand on Spots back, "we're here!" The building was brick and a bit of wood. The Windows were candle lit and shouting was heard from inside. Two boys sat on the curb, smoking. A few feet from them a group was playing with marbles and cards, some made up game.

"Ashy's back!" One boy yelled, he looked younger than Spot by a few years. Ten by Spots guess. He ran over, "who's the new kid?" The younger boy had an upturned nose and rosy cheeks. His hair was similar in color to Zigs.

"I see no greeting for ya own brother?" Zig crossed his arms and turned his head away from the little boy.

"This is Spot," Ash explained, "Spot, this is Pig."

Pig stuck his dirt covered hand out. "I'm Ziggy's little brother! Our parents left us here!"

"Wow," Spot shook his hand with a nervous smile," good to know..." He wasn't sure that he wanted to tell them what happened to his family or if he was supposed to.

"Pig!" Zig shook his head, "ya can't just say that to strangers!"

"Why not, y'all say it all the time!" Pig ripped his hand away from Spot and shoved them into his pockets, thumbs sticking out of the top.

Zig looked in defeat at his little brother. "Is Vex here?"

"She's with the other girls," Pig said before running away.

Zig looked at Ash, "Looks like Bone ain't back."

"No, he isn't," he put a hand on Spots shoulder again and lead him inside. Inside the kids were older. A few of them were talking, muttering about fights. Others discussed food and where the best selling spots were for high traffic. Spot looked around in amazement at the newsies. They looked like they could each easily pull of his head without a second look. He couldn't help but think about how he would be one of them. It was intimidating and scary, but st the same time he wouldn't be the little fish in the pond.

Ash and Zig took him past taller boys yelling and laughing at each other. Spot walked close to them as they walked down a hall and stared a much queite r room. Inside a girl sat facing away from them on a stool. She had caramel blonde hair that was tied up in a loose bun. She wore a white, blue dotted blouse and a black skirt. In front of her she brushed the hair of a much younger girl, around Spots age. She had tightly curled black hair and a red dress. The two were nearly opposite in appearance. Spot heard the turning if a book page and looked to another girl with dusty brown hair and nearly white skinny hands. The book girl was in between them in age. She looked ill.

Ash rapped his hand on the frame of the door. "May if we come in?" He sounded. The blonde girl spun her head around with a wide smile. She had warm brown eyes that welcomed Spot into the room.

"You're always welcome," she made her way over to them and hugged Ash. He kissed her cheek. "I was beginning to think we'd be apart for forever." Zig closed the door behind them, peering out into the hall to check for someone before doing so.

"I wouldn't have let that happen, my dear," Ash squeezed her arm. Zig cleared his throat. "We brought another kid."

"Oh give me a break!" She laughed. Ash lightly pushed Spot forward.

"This is Spot," Ash introduced, "we found him uptown." Spot waved, feeling strangely shy. "Spot, this is Vex." Spot' s feelings turned from shyness to shock. When he had heard the name Vex he imagined someone much more frightening. He couldn't imagine how anyone could call her a Vex. The younger girl walked over. "This is Rafaela."

"Bienvinidos," she greeted. Vex shot her a look but Spot grinned.

"Bienvinidos," he repeated back to her. Rafeala reflected his joy knowing that he could speak her language.

"We've been trying to get her to speak English," Vex crossed her arms, "but it's hard when you can't talk to her well!"

"I can speak Spanish," Spot told Vex. "¿Entiendas íngles un poco?" He asked Rafaela.

"Un poco..." Rafeala rocked her hand, "pero es defícl cuanto ellos gritan a mi..."

"Now there's two of them," Zig joked as the two continued to talk to each other. "At least one speaks English."

Vex let out a long sigh, "we would be making progress with her if people stopped interuppting."

"You weren't in the middle of anything were you?" Ash asked, going to hold her again.

"Not at all," she smiled, "even if we were I'd stop for you."

"So what finally drove Bone to leave for the day?" He kissed her cheek again.

Vex looked at him and rolled her eyes, "Queens is stirring up trouble. They want to start selling on the bridge. I have a feeling we'll be patching wounds tonight."

Ash nodded solemnly. "One day it will be fine. I really think that all this would go away if Bone got finally injured good."

"Of course it would," Vex left his arms and sat down on her bed, "I swear is all this worth a damn bridge!"

"No" Ash moved to her.

Spot watched them and started speaking in Spanish. "What's happening."

"I don't know," Rafeala told her new friend, "we have this leader, his name is Bone. He likes fighting."

"Why?" Spot grimaced at the thought of enjoying a fight. He hadn't been in many but when he was he always lost and it was always painful. "It's not fun."

"Maybe it is for him," Rafaela suggested thought the time of her voice made Spot think she didn't believe her own words.

Spot bit his lip and decided to change the subject to friendlier topics. "How old are you?"

"13," she responded, "and you?"

"14," he shrugged, "almost."

Rafaela laughed at him, "why are you so short! You look like you're 11!"

Spot narrowed his eyes, he hated being reminded of his size. But before he could let out his sour retort there was a loud door slam and some shouting. He threw his head over to look at Ash and Vex, who's only reaction seemed to be remorse.

Ash stepped back, "when will it long enough?"

"Never..." Vex brushed her hand against his arm and looked down at the folds of her skirt. He kissed her forehead then walked to Spot.

"Time to meet Bone," Ash opened the door and the two were joined by Zig. The group walked out if the room, leaving the girls behind. Zig gently nudged Spot to walk in front of them. He felt the same sickening nerve set into his gut. His muscles felt tense and heavy. Unlike earlier he had reason to be afraid. And when a group of older boys came to his view Spot wanted to die. They were all bleeding and bruised. One seemed to be everyone's focus.

Spot knee immediately that he was Bone. He had dark and dangerous eyes, a dark purple and red bruise was forming just under his black eyes. He had dried blood staining under his upturned nose and sweat made his streaked brown hair messy. Spot saw along his collar bone, where his shirt had been torn, a long thin white scar etched itself in his skin. A matching one slid down his forearm like a snake.

Over the hubbub of newsboys talked about a bloody fight Bone yelled, "where's Vex!"

The girl ran out to him. He smirked and held out his arms and embraced her. "There she is! My enchantress!" She grinned and laughed as she pushed her hands into his hair. Spot stared in utter confusion, she was doing the same thing to Ash not a minute ago, though this time it seemed more aggressive than playful. He looked up at Ash who wore a painfully straight face as he watched the two share a kiss. Bone whispered things to her, making her laugh more.

"A new newsie came in today," Vex finally took his arms away and motioned her hand to Spot.

Bone walked over to him. Spot stepped back in fear. The older boy smelled like blood and something strong like the drinks his father would bring home.

"He's scrawny," Bone looked him over, "but he looks like he could have the potential..." without warning he shoved Spot backwards. He yelped but threw up his hands to protect himself against the attack.

"Good..." He grew a devilish smirk, "Archer!" He waved one of the fighting boys over. Spot stared at him, he was far more battered and worn but he still stood tall and daunting. He had narrow black eyes and swept back black hair that had clearly been fixed as he walked in. His own loght button up shirt was bloodstainrd from earlier battles. Spot couldn't help but wonder why he was so damaged yet he must have had plenty of experience. "Teach him to fight and take him around the turf. Show him the ropes of selling."

Bone patted the boy on the back before walking away to go flirt with Vex. Spot straightened himself out, not wanting to look like a mess. "Like a little prince," Archer messed up spots hair, making him flinch. "Prim as a flower." He laughed and looked at Bone. "Don't think you'll ever be a king."

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Ast’s character sheet!!!

Full name: Astraéa Esmée Lacroix

Age: looks to be in her twenties physically, but is around 100

Date of birth: November 27th, 1920 (? Not definite)

Birthstone and star sign: Topaz, and Sagittarius

Gender: Female

Species: Nightstalker demon, a mix between a standard demon and a wendigo. Unlike other demons, nightstalkers can manipulate peoples dreams and shapeshift into a “nightmare form”, reminiscent of a wendigo to scare off attackers and prey. Many nightstalkers can also imitate voices like a wendigo to manipulate prey. Only when her prey is asleep, Astraéa can get into their heads, seeing their fears and weaknesses, basing the dream (or rather, nightmare) on them, either scaring them to the point of waking them up and killing them in her nightmare form, or killing them in their sleep. On the other hand, she can also give people good dreams and stop nightmares, but she only does it for people she really cares about.

Ethnicity: French

Spoken languages: Mother tongue is French, but she speaks fluent English, too

Height: 5'11

Hair colour and style: Naturally light blonde and flows down to around her shoulder blades, and she has an undercut shaved into the back of her head.

Eye colour: Chocolate brown, but milky white in her nightmare form.

Scars/ marks and skin colour: Astraéa has the odd scar her and there from fights and has old track mark scars on her left arm from a past heroin addiction. Freckles cover her cheeks and her nose, and she has a beauty mark on the left side of her upper lip. Her skin is pale white, and she burns easily in the sun.

Tattoos and piercings: She has a tattoo of a snake on her upper right arm, wrapped around her bicep and resting it’s head on her shoulder. She has her ear lobes pierced, her left nostril, her tongue, and her nipples.

Lil Ast facts!!!

- She’s a bad chain-smoker

- She was addicted to heroin in her more recent past

- She always wears a locket necklace in the shape of a heart given to her by her parents before they were killed with a picture of the three of them inside

- She has a pet snake called Noir she always carries with her – the snake tattoo on her arm is for Noir

- She plays the harp and the piano – her mother Eleanor taught her when she was younger

- She’s a lesbian

- She has a phobia of dogs

- Killing gives her energy like eating food does for humans, keeping her healthy and strong

- She can live off of solely killing people, but can do the same with food like humans can

- She stalks people not even for killing sometimes, she does it for entertainment

- She can travel through mirrors like portals

- Nightstalker demons are very rare due to Lucifer having them all killed. There’s only around a handful of them left, including Astraéa

Backstory

Astraéa was born in a small village in Hell, populated by a tribe of Nightstalker demons. She had a normal happy childhood with loving parents, that was until Lucifer herself ordered the execution of all of her kind. Nightstalkers, being more powerful than the standard demon, posed a threat to the demons and the other creatures in Hell in Lucifer’s eyes, though they were all fairly peaceful in Hell, only ever hunting on Earth. There was a large outcry in Hell due to this, but the people couldn’t stop the devil herself.

Though they could have ran, the nightstalkers stayed in their village, not wanting to be seen as cowards. They stood their ground. Many fought, many hid in their homes, staying with their families. Even if some did run, they would be hunted down by the devil’s men.

Astraéa’s parents knew they were going to die, but they didn’t want that fate for her daughter. Even if they couldn’t live, she would, whether Lucifer liked it or not. They snuck their young daughter away to a nearby cave, telling her that they were playing a game and that she couldn’t come out until morning. Confused but excited, little Astraéa agreed to the game. Her parents left her with all the food and water they had, along with warm furs and blankets, a fire burning, a heart shaped locket with a tiny sketch of the three of them on the inside, and her little pet snake.

They said goodbye to her with tears in their eyes, barely even able to choke out an “I love you”, and still thinking it was just a game, she giggled and hugged them both, telling them not to cry and that she would see them in the morning. She didn’t know they would be long dead by then.

She was happy and warm when she went to bed that night, the cave too far from the village to hear the screams or smell the fires that burned high.

She was awake as soon as the sun rose the morning after and ate breakfast while she waited on her parents to come collect her and tell her she won the game, but they never came. It was an hour until she emerged from the cave, fur wrapped around her shoulders and her little snake hiding in the fur as she walked through the snow to her home. It was a shock when she wandered up to her village to find most of the houses burned to the ground, some fires still going. She thought that maybe she took a wrong turn, but no, she recognised the river that ran through the village and the shelter the fishermen had made for when it was snowing. She walked the right way, this was her home and it was burned to the ground.

Slowly, she made her way through the village and the further she got, the more bodies appeared. Bodies of people she said hello to everyday, bodies of her teachers, bodies of her friends. She didn’t understand, was this part of the game? Was this all pretend and everyone was going to jump out and scare her, laughing at her for thinking it was all real? Was it blood, or pomegranate juice?

She found out the answer when she found her house. It was burned like many of the other buildings, but it wasn’t gone. The upstairs was gone, but downstairs was still intact. She took a deep breath and opened the front door, regretting it as soon as she did. It was clear it wasn’t pomegranate juice anymore, it was blood and it was everywhere. This wasn’t a game and it never was, her parents were saving her life, she knew that now.

Her mother and father were both brutally killed, their bodies covered in bruises and gashes, her mother’s stomach even being sliced open. They had both clearly put up a fight though, their clothes ripped almost to shreds.

The girl couldn’t scream, she couldn’t even move. She just stood there shaking, tears running down her cheeks as she stared at her parent’s bodies. She didn’t know how long she stood there for. It could’ve been minutes, it could’ve been hours. It was only when she heard Lucifer’s men and their hounds searching for survivors she moved, running as fast as her small legs could take her, going back to the cave her parents left her where she stayed until the food ran out, terrified and alone everytime she went to sleep for the night

She wandered after that, taking to the streets of the cities nearer Hell’s castle and begging for food, for money, anything. Some pitied her, many looked down their noses at her. She went hungry a lot of the time, and even searched the piles of thrown out trash for scraps of food when she got really desperate.

This went on for years, the girl spending so many nights outside on the cold snowy ground with old, worn down and dirty furs wrapped around her. As she got older, she learned more and more ways to make money, sometimes pickpocketing, sometimes hunting animals to sell their furs, sometimes doing things with strangers that she would never speak about, anything to have a little gold in her pocket. Gold meant food, new clothes, pints of ale and a bed in a local inn. Her life was hard, but it was slowly getting better as she made more money and had a roof over her head and though things got easier, she never forgot what Lucifer, the Queen of Hell had done to her family, to her kind.

Now older, Astraéa is a wandering nomad, going from place to place and finding out about what Lucifer had done to the locals in each village, town, and city, building her strength and her anger to maybe one day get revenge on the Devil in the name of her family, and in the name of the people of Hell.

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