#sorry for all the incoherent words. head is killing me very very bad headache

[another-dra-anew]

funny how close ueharas bday is to mother’s day. im sure he had a vv great time. both days. with his mom. 👍

#quick upedate i AM working on children’s day stuff #uhm my self imposed deadline is like. father’s day ? #because there’s little references to the parents in the children’s day thing im doing #but yeah. i wanna get everyone’s children’s day thing done. and then i’ll start uploading them #or like most of them? yk yk. #sorry for all the incoherent words. head is killing me very very bad headache #ouchie :(

[just2bubbly]

Longings and Comm

Masterlist

Summary

"I swear if I could come, I would have been near you in a heartbeat."

Absence always seems to make the heart grow fonder and Cinder and Kai are no different in this vast expanse. After a busy day at work with Lunars, Cinder relies on Kai to make her smile but what happens when unexpected inquiries are made and feelings are slipped off.

Ship: Kaider

Words: 1502 words

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Cinder's Perspective

She was so done with everyone. Every single one of them and this headache was killing her and unlike her usual headaches caused as a result of grief. This one was a real fucking headache caused because of annoyance and extreme anger.

She did something very un-queenly, like shouting in her chambers with a colourful string of swear words going in her mind.

1.2.3.4

Like every meeting that had ever happened, this was nothing different. Well, except for the appearances of lunar aristocrats. As if the stars surrounding her knew exactly what she wanted, Kai commed with such perfect timings that she wondered if Iko was behind this. If she was, may God bless her best friend, her only true companion on this entire dreary planet.

"Thank Goodness you commed. I am so angry-"

He chuckled at her loud outburst, mildly interrupting her. She would have glared if it was anyone else but Kai. However, the voice of his chuckle was enough to calm her down.

"Welcome to Royalty Queen Selene!"

"Stop saying it as if I have won a lottery ticket to visit Earth"

"So is that what you are missing? Earth?" he asked with a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You would know," she said, awaiting him to smile one of those shy smiles reserved for her.

"Kai! I miss Earth and people who can't perform bio-electric manipulation. Heck, you don't know how lucky you are! "

"Why?" he asked, his eyebrows quirking as his curiosity peeked in.

"Well, there are many reasons..." she was going to narrate each one of it to him unless he said otherwise.

Noting her long pause for permission, he granted, "Start Cinder, I'm all ears for you today."

'Ah! This guy was too good for his own self' she seemed to exclaim inside her head.

"Let's start then. I would say sit down as there is a long list of reasons. Firstly, these obnoxious Lunars- they are obsessed with fashion and by fashion, I mean an eerie sense of fashion. My eyes are hurt by just looking at them and that's not my individual statement, even Iko agrees. Plus, my cybernetics and the device goes haywire on me trying to pinpoint their true looks every time I glance at them; making it extremely difficult to focus. Secondly, their love to change appearances, like someone might be having blonde hair today and tomorrow they might turn out bald or something like that. I have a hard time remembering people, providing that I have cybernetics it is saying something. I can look through their glamour and see their true appearances but even then I have a hard time recalling them like hell, Luna needs some form of a database so that I or the computer in my brain can memorize all of them. At least earthen leaders have the decency to come dressed up in proper attire. Lunars, one man showed up in pyjamas to the cabinet meetings." She huffed and stopped to catch her breath.

Seeing that she was somewhat done with her ramble for the day, she groaned for what felt like the umpteenth time in the day.

"You have it bad, Cin, I absolutely agree but c'mon you have me and other people to complain to. Besides, how are you?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry to waste your time with my problems. I should not rant like this but my aristocrat citizens are chaotic and useless who loathe agreeing with me." She grumbled.

"You are not alone actually. Vargas and Camilla gave me a headache today but thanks to you I at least have one thing less to worry about"

"And that is?" she inquired.

"Letumosis and Levana, Cinder. How do you seem to forget that you are the revolutionary?" he teasingly asked. It was not like she was fetching compliments just because she was the one who killed Levana. The fact that she was the revolutionary often slipped from her mind if not for Thorne's remarks and a few graceful acknowledgements here and there.

"My court tells me otherwise!"

"Don't listen to those lunar fools, Cinder. You are THE revolutionary. Hero of the entire universe-"

"Stop praising me like some goddess" she cut off him shortly before he decided to go into a full-blown speech about how wonderful she was. Believe her; he had done that at the last annual Peace ball before everyone.

"Besides Emperor how could you call lunars fools before the Queen of Luna? You have lost your fine touch of diplomacy Kaito."

"Well just the way you called them and I quote 'obnoxious Lunars' before a few moments. And don't you worry I'm not losing my fine diplomatic touch anytime sooner. "He joked along.

"Good, it would be a shame if you did." She exclaimed adding to their playful banter.

Soon they fell into a comfortable silence. She had forgotten about her worries, for the time being, thanks to Kai and his very charismatic personality.

"How are you?"

"Uh?" he looked confused because of her out of the blue question.

"I meant how you are doing, like not the meetings and world leaders but just you!" she clarified. It was not likely of Cinder to generally indulge in talking about emotions with anyone. However, Kai had patiently listened to her ramble so she could hear his inner turmoil if any as well.

"Oh," He said for having nothing else to say. Taking his time to answer, he sighed, "I am good, maybe. I dunno, I have never been asked about just myself like this before. I am satisfied with my lot but responsibilities make me jittery. Even then I have Torin who assists me, I am so thankful for having him. Other than that I have a sickening feeling every time I have to attend meetings with world leaders. Yet I am happier in my place than ever before. I know this sounds weird and unintelligible- " He inhaled sharply, stopping in his track, bitting onto his lips.

"Don't worry, Kai. I completely understand the feeling." She assured him. He had completely moved into pessimism within few seconds. Behind the glorious facade of being royalty, sadness and despair are what remains hidden for a long time. Cinder completely understood how it felt to have everything yet feel unhappy about something that you could never have.

She had missed his moist copper-brown eyes but his swiftly moving to rub away the moisture from them did not go unnoticed.

"Hey, it's okay, Kai," she consoled.

She said in a comforting voice, wishing to be near him and just hug him tightly while he cries his heart out.

"No, no. I'm sorry I just feel like crap for a few days and I miss you." He mumbled, his voice becoming husky,

"I miss you too, Kai. I swear if I could come, I would have been near you in a heartbeat." She said, as her synthetic heart continued to long to touch him.

There was some commotion on his end.

"Your Majesty" someone called for him.

"Cinder, I'm sorry to end on a sad note but I have to go. I am fine, don't worry, I will call you tomorrow or maybe tonight, what time is it?" he asked.

"It's 2200 here."

"Okay, so I will call you tomorrow without fail, but sorry now that I have to leave. I am sorry to sadden you with all my feelings-"

"Stop apologizing, Kai. It's completely fine. Besides, it's okay to let it out from time to time."

He was called urgently by someone in the background; making him quicken his pace as he mumbled incoherent words to her.

"I miss you, call you back later. Love-" he said as the comm was ended by him. He had failed to complete his sentence and she contemplated if she should comm him again just to hear him finish his words. However, that would be a foolish thing to do when he seemed to be in so much hurry.

"Love you too, Kai." She said for the ears who would not hear it.

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A/N: This was supposed to be fluff, but things took a new turn and I could not undo it. To be honest, I can't imagine Kai and Cinder going through their two years apart relationship without slipping 'I miss you' in  any and every conversations.

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[ohallthecrushes]

Natural painkiller // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: My headache killed my night and I know that Arthur would make the pain go away from me.

Summary: Headache didn’t let you sleep last night. You woke up with pain, but Arthur is there with his healing touch and soft kisses to help you feel better.

Word count: 1238

You felt like your head was going to explode. The pain inside your skull was unbearable annoying and had been torturing you since yesterday. You’d gone to bed with a headache and woke up with a headache. It was a very strong sign of being under a lot stress lately and also a very hard reminder that you needed to, no, had to, take care of yourself.

You rubbed your forehead tenaciously, wishing you could somehow rub the pain away, but wishing and rubbing the skin didn’t do the work. Nothing was working actually. You had taken painkillers in the middle of the night, cause you couldn’t sleep and they hadn’t worked.

You were lying on your back next to Arthur, who didn’t wake up yet. He didn’t know about your headache, you’d wanted to let him sleep peacefully that night, for he had had trouble with sleeping lately. And yesterday he’d seemed to be finally able to get some well deserved rest. You didn’t want to keep him awake because of the lingering pain inside your skull. Pain that you probably had brought on yourself for neglecting your needs.

You sighed heavenly, squeezing the root of your nose with your thumb and index finger. You’d tried so hard to hide how stressed and tired you were from Arthur and even yourself, and now you were punished for that.

You sighed again and rolled to your side, wanting to wrapped your arm around Arthur’s back. You wanted cuddles to distract yourself at least a bit.

To your surprise, when you shifted your body, your eyes met Arthur’s green oceans wide open, looking at you, probably for some time. He weren’t sleeping as you’d assumed, he was watching you carefully under the thick and slightly furrowed eyebrows.

- Oh, good morning, sweety - you said with a raspy sleepy voice, trying to sound as cool and okey as you could.

But Arthur couldn’t be fooled so easily, he noticed you weren’t alright. He’d noticed it yesterday when you both had been getting ready for bed. You were awfully quiet and couldn’t rise a smile for him. You’d said goodnight, but seemed somewhat annoyed and you’d been up in the middle of the night too, walking around the flat for some reason. It had woken him up, even though you thought it hadn’t. He’d noticed even more worrying things about you that increased his alertness, but he hadn’t said anything, giving you space that you’d needed, thinking that maybe you’d talk to him soon, but you were so deep in your head that he had to be the one reaching out to you.

- What’s going on, honey? - he started with a soft tone that he always used when he approached to your distressed self - Please, talk to me, I can see that something is wrong, but I don’t know what.

You swallowed a big lump that formed in your throat.

- My head hurts... - you started and shut your eyes as the pain make it hard for you to even use your eyes to look at your worried boyfriend - No, actually, it’s pulsing so fucking hard I feel like my head is gonna explode. I couldn’t sleep, the painkillers didn’t work, I... I can’t stand it anymore... Arthur...

The last words that came out of your mouth were muffled, incoherent as you choked on them, first tears started forming in your tired bloodshot eyes.

Arthur made a sound of deep concern and empathy as he reached out to you and pulled you closer to him, shifting your body to place you on his chest. You were trapped between his slender and strong arms as he hugged you and gently rocked you, kissing the top of your head.

- Oh, baby girl... I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be in any pain, you don’t deserve it, You...

He paused for a moment as he tilted his head to press his lips against your forehead. His fingers gently caressing your back. He could hear you softly weeping as your tears were falling onto his chest, soaking into his skin.

- You’re too precious, please don’t cry, it only worsens the headache... I - 

- H-hold me p-please - your words were quiet, nearly like a whisper, barely spoken, but Arthur heard them anyway. He always heard you, even when you couldn’t say a word to explain how you felt. He pulled you closer to him, hugging you tightly as you interlocked your legs with his. You were basically laying on him with your whole body now.

- Listen to the beat of my heart, baby. It beats for you. Please, don’t forget that.

His words were so soft and he moved his hand up to caress your temple. He was so worried about your health and your well-being, he wanted so badly to take the pain away from you.

You did as he told you, you focused on his heart beating loudly in his chest. You evened your breathing with his and began slowly calming yourself. Listen to his heartbeat soothed your whimpers, making your muscles relax.

-  I wish I could do something to stop the pain, darling.

He couldn’t not do anything. He felt like he had to do something. Otherwise what good of a boyfriend he was if he couldn’t help you feel better? - he thought.

You felt your body being moved by him as he placed you back on the bed. He leaned above you and started feathering you with tender kisses, pressing his lips all over your weary forehead, as he focused on that part of your face the most. Soon there weren’t a smallest slice of your skin on your forehead that weren’t kissed by him. Two thumbs were pressed on your temples as he massage your head delicately, making small circles on your skin. His breath brushing your forehead as he started telling you sweet nothings to distract you from the pain. His action was so sweet, so soft and helping... He put so much love, effort and care into this, it was only a matter of time that you began to feel much better and your headache abated a lot.

- I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...

He kept saying it, until he accomplished his goal and the corners of your lips began to curl up and you fluttered your eyes open. You looked each other in the eye and you got the chance to plant a kiss on his mouth.

- Thank you, thank you for making me feel better.

He smiled at you and reciprocated your kiss before he put a serious look on his face and his tone was more determined.

- Promise me, you’ll take care of yourself. You’ll find the time to rest and please, don’t hide it from me when something bad is happening to you. It kills me to see you so stressed and overworked.

After you nodded and promised him this, he put a final kiss on your forehead and let you lay down on his chest where you stay for as long as you wanted to.

It was so silly of you to go in the middle of the night for some pills that hadn’t do any good, when you’d got a natural painkiller right by your side this whole time.

#arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck #joker #joker reader #arthur fleck imagines #arthur fleck reader #joker imagine #joker imagines #fanfiction #joker 2019 x reader

[nancywheelxr]

oooooooo Steve being sick like the sick where you spill all your secrets and the kids find out that Steve is not okay and needs hugs

When Steve doesn't show up for their shift, Robin isn’t necessarily worried. Like, it's a shitty job, she’s not exactly thrilled to be here either.

It’s only when he calls up the store and mumbles his way into calling in sick, which, by the way, involves a whole lot of coughing his lungs out and slurring words that she’s guessing were can’t go, I’m sick, that Robin starts worrying.

When he does this three days in a row, getting less and less coherent each time, Robin officially levels up to what the fuck even, Steven.

So, after her shift, she does what her mother, bless her, always told her not to do: she goes to a boy’s house when she knows his parents aren’t home. And goddamn, she kind of hates that she knows Steve keeps his spare key under a rock on his mother’s stupid rose bushes by the front door. Honestly, what a freaking cliché.

Steve’s house is exactly like he described once– big, cold, and empty– and Robin shivers, tucking her jacket tighter. 

“Steve?” She calls, fidgeting by the stairs. Should she just, invite herself in? Well, she kind of already did that, but–

A coughing fit echoes from what she assumes must be one of the bedrooms. Yup, upstairs it is, nevermind being polite or whatever.

“Just keep coughing,” she tells the empty hallway because holy shit, there’s way too many bedrooms and patience has never been her virtue. 

Obediently, or more likely unconsciously, Steve coughs again. Gotcha. It seriously sounds like he’s racking up a lung, Robin is kind of afraid of what she's going to find there.

“Holy crap, dude,” she says, stopping at the doorway because holy crap, dude, Steve looks awful. His skin is sickly pale and sweaty, his hair is either sticking up or matted to his forehead, there’s a trashcan near his bed that she is so not going to look inside and tissues are piling up on the floor. At any other given day, she would probably make a crack on how boys are so freaking gross, but since he looks like he caught the plague, she’s giving Steve a pass. 

“Robin?” Steve mumbles, blinking his eyes open. Or, at least, Robin thinks he said that; it came out more like an incoherent string of letters. 

“Hey, dingus,” she steps in his room, scrunching her nose at the stuffy smell, and sits carefully at the edge of the bed. The lump under the covers shifts and Steve’s face reappears, looking blearily at her. “Why aren't you in a hospital?”

“Don't need ‘ospital,” he rasps, coughs some more, and tries to smother himself in the blankets. “Just the flu.”

To be fair, it is flu season.

Robin squints, and because she’s like, the world’s bestest friend, she lays a hand on his very gross forehead. “You’re burning up, oh, my God, have you taken anything?”

A hand flops from underneath the blankets and gestures vaguely towards the bedside table, where a couple of cough syrup bottles are lying, nearly empty.

“Jess Christ, did you go through them already?” How's he still alive, holy fuck. “Okay, okay. It’s fine. Let’s take a break on that, though, yeah?”

Steve grumbles some nonsense. Robin is taking that as a yes. Downstairs, the phone starts to ring.

“Lemme die in peace,” he grumbles again.

“I’ll get you some Tylenol,” she replies cheerily.

The medicine cabinet, she figures, can’t be that hard to find. Everyone keeps them in their bathroom, right? 

*

She’s already got a glass of water on her hand and is about to return upstairs when the phone rings again. And rings, and rings, and rings, and it’s going to give both of them a headache, since clearly, whoever’s on the other side is not giving up anytime now.

“Harrington’s residence, you may speak,” she answers with her best fake cheerful telemarket girl voice. It’s a very good impression, Robin truly has a gift. 

“Hello?” A familiar voice says, “who’s this– wait, is that Robin? What are you doing at Steve’s– oh, my god, are you guys hooking up? Why didn’t I know this? What the hell, you guys–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Robin snaps, wishing to god she didn’t have to deal with heteronormativity today; no good deed goes unpunished, she guesses. “Cool your jets, Dustin. I’m here ‘cause Steve is like, super sick.”

“Oh, shit, sorry,” Dustin sounds slightly panicked now, “is he dying? Where are his parents?”

“Nah, he’s pretty out of it and a total mess, but he’ll live. Maybe. Anyway, that’s why I’m here,” she shrugs even though Dustin can see her. He’ll know though, the kid is smart. “And his parents are… not here? I don’t know, man, that’s all I know. The place was empty when I got here–” there’s a crashing sound from upstair and Robin counts to ten, then, “YOU BETTER NOT BE TRYING TO GET UP, STEVEN– so, yeah. It’s just me trying to keep the idiot alive.”

A beat of silence. “Okay, got it. Stay strong, help is on the way.”

“Sure,” she drawls, eyebrows raising, “because that’s not ominous at– and he hung up, great.”

Maybe, that means Dustin is sending a real, responsible adult here, or like, calling Steve’s parents, or anything normal like that. Maybe the house isn’t about to be swarmed with little kids that are so going to get sick after this. Maybe Robin won’t have to look after Steve’s children and Steve. Maybe, Steve won’t be a whiny bitch about taking the pills.

Who knows, after this summer, Robin is pretty open to miracles.

*

The good news is– Steve only complained mildly before swallowing the Tylenol, and then only groaned about his imminent death a little, low enough that Robin could totally ignore him in order to snoop around his room, and then promptly passed out.

The bad news is– there are currently four children wearing drugstore face masks like that’ll solve everything here. 

“We came as soon as we heard it,” Dustin explains, voice muffled by his white mask.

“Is Steve going to die?” Max asks, and her face is twitching like she’s going to burst into tears but it’s fighting it with all her considerable early-teen-years might, and oh, shit, her brother died in the mall, didn’t he? Robin can hear the unspoken too hanging there at the end of her sentence and packing all her panic and fear.

Fuck, everyone here is way too traumatized for a tiny as fuck town in the middle of goddamn Indiana. 

“No one’s dying,” Robin assures awkwardly, letting them inside Steve’s room and watching as they all crowd around his bed. Oh, god, their parents are so gonna kill Robin if they get sick later. “Hm. Maybe don’t, you know, get too close.”

“Steve is sick, Robin,” Dustin tells her as if, somehow, she hadn’t noticed that before, and as if it explains everything. Kids are so fucking weird, man.

Whatever answer Dustin is expecting from her that had never been coming anyway is cut short by Steve’s suddenly hoarse scream. His face had been smushed against the pillow so it’s pretty muffled, but it still startles everyone, and Steve is now scrambling, twisting under the covers, kicking and shit, he’s gonna fall off the bed like this and get himself a broken nose on top of the worst case of flu Robin’s ever seen–��

“Shit,” Mike says, “he’s got the nightmares again. Nancy said he used to get them all the time last year.”

“Then wake him up, dumbass,” Robin rolls her eyes, thinking of the quick recap Steve had given her at the mall before everything went to shit. He had certainly not said anything about nightmares, but now that there’s no Russian conspiracy looming over their heads to distract her, it seems pretty obvious shit like that stays with you. Freaking evil goo monsters, man. Of course Steve has nightmares, Robin gets them sometimes and she hasn’t been here for half of the shit that he’s been through. She shakes his shoulder carefully, feeling the way he’s shivering under her hand. “Hey, Steve, yo, wake up.”

Behind her, she can feel the kids crowding to peer over her shoulder. 

And Steve wakes up with a start, jolting up in the bed and nearly throwing them all off it. His eyes are wild and wide, and while the Tylenol has got to have kicked in by now, he still looks feverish and high on cough syrup. “What,” he pants, exhales a shuddering breath and lurches to the side to throw up on the trash can. His hands, Robin notices, are shaking.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Dustin says in what he probably thinks it’s a soothing voice but Robin thinks makes him sound like he’s about to murder someone, and reaches to pat him on the back. “There’s no demodogs here or giant melted flesh monsters or demogorgons or–”

“Thank you, Dustin,” she speaks over his list while Lucas and Max help Steve lie back like little nurses, “I think he got it, yeah.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Steve mumbles, wounded and hoarse, and curls up, eyes darting around the room in a way that makes Robin glad she left the lights on. “Not them. Hey, Robin, ‘member when the Russians tortured us?”

She goes cold. 

That night had been fucked up and she had shoved it down where she doesn't have to think about, and even if she does try to remember, its all a little fuzzy at the edges after they got caught. The last thing she has a clear memory of before the drug left her system is yelling at Dustin and Erica to get the hell out of there and bring help. All she has next are snapshots– a soldier yelling with a gun in her face, the cold cell floor, Steve bloody and bruised to hell, a sharp needle pricking her neck– then, her conversation with Steve is back in sharp focus, the knee-buckling relief that comes after washing away the panic.

But. “Shit, yeah, dude. Why, were you–”

The sentence hangs in the air and maybe they should talk about this to get, like, closure or some shit like that, yeah, but now is probably not the best time, not in front of the kids, because Jesus, they’re just kids they shouldn’t be hearing about this.

“Thought I was back there,” Steve keeps going, apparently too sick or too high to think about how child-friendly this topic is, “the– the soldier guy, he was ripping off my fingernails, man, he almost did it back there, thought he had knocked something loose in my head.”

“Oh my god,” she hears one of the kids whispering in horror and privately agrees. She knew it had been bad, seen his state when they threw them together in the same cell, but she had known it had been this bad– they tried to rip off his fingernail, Christ.

“And then, then like, it kept going on this loop, and I thought you all were dead, and it was my fault, stupid, stupid, why did I have to go snooping and dragged everyone into this, and I thought, shit, I’m gonna die, and–”

Okay, shit, Robin needs to stop him right there because she knows a panic attack when she sees one and Steve is winding up for a big one. “Alright, hey, hey, Steve,” she says slowly, quietly, careful to leave her voice blank, “it’s fine. You’re fine, man. No one’s dead, look,” she gestures the kids and they all scramble up the bed, for once not babbling on and on, and silently decide to go for a group hug. Robin wisely stays out of it. “See, your kids are fine, you’re fine, and the Russians got fucked, okay?”

“Yeah?” Steve asks, eyes wide and round, and he looks a little overwhelmed with all those kids hugging him, and Robin thinks it’s the cutest shit ever. If she had a camera, this would have been prime blackmail material. More importantly, it seems to help ground him, bring him back to Hawkins, Indiana and not those fucked up memories. “Yeah, thanks, I– sorry.”

Shrugging, Robin offers a small smile, relieved to see he’s already drifting again. “Don’t worry about it, dingus,” she claps her hand quietly, getting the kids’ attention, “come along, kiddos, we gotta let your babysitter rest, now. And you’re all helping me make soup.”

There are groans all around, but they all trail behind her down the stairs.

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[erinmccomics]

Khim vs. Technology

Written from an RP where the science team leader invited Khim to be a guinea pig for some droid-control tech. He ends up in full control of a giant robot, and things of course don’t go as planned.  It’s 1400 words, so... mobile users please forgive me. Suggestions on how to post stories are appreciated.

Khim’s red eyes widened and his face was overtaken with surprise as he stepped onto the lab’s roof, where a massive four-legged robot filled his vision. He had been expecting a technology test, not a battle mech showcase. Rhiacih kept walking ahead of Khim and Aspecta, motioning casually to the metal monster.

               “This is just something I put together, what we’re really testing is the remote-control system I’ve been working on for a month. See? I told you it would make more sense once you saw it.”

               The chiss snapped out of his bewildered look and caught up to Rhi while Aspecta oohed over the robot. The armored scientist stopped at a complicated-looking console and pointed to the ominous looking chair that was nestled in a cove of machinery and technology Khim didn’t recognize.

“Basically, this machine is going to allow you to project your brainwaves directly to the droid.”

               Khim furrowed his brows.  

               “Wait, project my brainwaves? You mean I’ll be controlling this thing with my mind?”

               “Is this safe? It’s not dangerous, is it?” Aspecta piped up from behind the chiss.                Rhiacih just shrugged, doing nothing to alleviate the freckled hunter’s concern.

               “It should be. It miiight hurt a little but probably nothing more than that.”

               Aspecta tugged on Khim’s shirt, looking up at him nervously. “Don’t die, okay? And stop the experiment if it gets too bad.”

               The chiss smirked back at her. “I’ll be fine, Speck. Rhi’s good at what she does. You don’t have anything to worry about.” He glanced at the gadget-encircled chair again. “Probably.”

               At Rhi’s instruction, he climbed up into the chair and sat down, now eye-to-optic with the hulking automaton in front of him. His slight smile as he waited for Rhi didn’t let on any hint of nervousness for Aspecta to notice, and he wanted to convince himself he wasn’t nervous either, but he couldn’t stop his mind from following its never-ending protocol to plan for every possibility.

               He quickly ruled out plans for the scenario where the machine fried his brain upon activation—that didn’t need further investigation. His thoughts jumped to scenarios where the robot did nothing, where it rampaged through the lab, where it exploded, where it managed to kill either of the two friends down below, or where it simply did as it was supposed to and obeyed his every projected command.

               The cascading fractal trees of thoughts abruptly paused when he realized Rhi was talking to him.

               “Okay, I’m going to turn the machine on now. After that, just focus on telling the robot what you want it to do with your mind and let’s see what happens!”

               He nodded to her and gave a thumbs-up before gripping the armrest again.

               “Fire it up.”

               The moment Rhiacih entered the command to activate the machine, Khim felt like a vice had clamped down on his brain. He winced—it wasn’t that bad, he could go on—and looked at the mechanical monster in front of him.

               Focus. He remembered how to do that, right?

               The branching fractals of earlier thought were shoved out of view as he replaced them with a single enclosed idea that filled the entire space of his mind and left room for nothing else. All the energy that had been swirling around before now powered this single thought:

               Lift the robot’s head.

               He almost thought he could feel it when motors moved the pistons on the the mechanical beast pulling the head up and into a more alert-looking position. Khim couldn’t help a smirk as Rhi recorded the results.

               “Wow, first try! Okay, try lifting its paw.”

               Khim nodded without breaking eye contact with the machine, and his smile faded as he continued to hold his focus and telegraph the command. Almost instantly, the robot’s clawed foot lifted and landed on the ground again with a thud.

               “That went well. Readings are looking good…” Rhiacih continued to give him commands to try, and he continued to puppeteer the robot with nearly perfect synchronization.

               Yes, he remembered how to focus now. It was just like on a hunt, or chasing a bounty, when the task at hand pushed every other thought from his mind.

               He sat, eyes unfocused, letting his natural senses take back seat to the information he was now receiving from the robot. Video feed, sensors, energy readings. He began to imagine he was the robot, since it made carrying out the commands even easier.

               After several more successful tests of walking, jumping, and rearing up, it was confirmed that the control tech worked.

               “Okay, that’s all the tests I really need. If there’s anything last thing you want to do with the robot, you can go ahead.”

               Khim smirked and poured his focus into the control of the robot, letting it fill every corner of his mind. The mechanical beast seemed to look around before doing a little side-to-side dance that shook the floor.

               “You have a giant robot to control and that’s what you decide to do with it, Khim?” Aspecta sighed with a smile.

               Khim turned the robot to look at her through its optics and gave a whining mechanical nod. It moved forward smoothly and lifted a foot as though it was going to poke the small Aspecta in the chest before it relented and stepped back.

               “Huh, these readings… they’re incredibly strong. Like they’re starting to get off-the-charts strong.” Rhi flicked through graphs and readouts on the console as the robot continued to follow Khim’s orders.

               The monster craned its head down to look at its own foot, which it wiggled experimentally before letting out a synthesized series of bloops that may have been Khim projecting a command for speech. The whole movement of the droid shifted to become noticeably more lifelike. Rhi seemed enthralled by the change.

               “These readings are crazy! It’s—” a small explosion of sparks burst from the console, abruptly turning the screens black. “It’s breaking my system. Huh. It’s so lifelike, could it be… evolving software? Could it be learning a personality?”

               The robot turned its huge head to Rhi and let out a string of incoherent bloops and doots and beeps in rapid succession. Its movements started to become wilder, almost panicked. The optics focused on the chiss in the chair, and the robot paused before shuffling uneasily again.

               He could see himself sitting in the chair, by why couldn’t he see the robot from the chair? He hadn’t planned for this.

               Aspecta looked nervously at Khim and found him slumped in the seat, eyes focusing on nothing.

               “Rhi, shut it down. I think something’s wrong.”

               “What? But it’s going so well—”

               “Rhi, he’s my friend, not a test subject. I don’t want him to get hurt, shut it down.” Her tone was serious, despite her small voice.

               “Alright,” Rhi sighed and nodded, moving towards the power controls.

               Before she could reach them, however, the panicking robot suddenly seized up with a wild synthesized beep, jerking to one side and smashing down onto the console in a shower of sparks and electrical arcs.

               Khim jolted in the seat like he was waking up from a falling dream, blinking a few times. He turned to the surprised-looking scientist.                “COULD YOU NOT HEAR ME?”

               “What? Hear what?”

               “I was calling for help! I was kriffing… stuck or something, I couldn’t disconnect my mind from the robot!”

               Rhiacih took off her helmet, staring at the only-slightly-hyperventilating chiss.

               “Fascinating…”

               Aspecta bounced up to the machine as Khim hopped down with a hand on his head. The feeling that his head was in a vice remained in a steady, mild headache.

               “Khim! Are you alright?”

               “I… yeah, Speck, I’m fine now. See? I told you it would be fine. I guess I just focused a little too much,” he smirked. He looked at the now smoking pile metal and pistons. “Sorry for uh. Crashing your robot…”

               Rhi waved dismissively.

               “Ah it was going to be scrapped after this anyway, used for the next project. The control mechanism is all I needed to test and that obviously works.”

               Khim smiled, glad he wasn’t going to be billed for the destruction of very large scientific equipment, and that he still had his brain more or less intact after that adventure. The three then headed inside to celebrate their successful experiment with drinks, painkillers, conversation, and rest.

#swtor #chiss #writing #swtor writing #Khim #My writing was rusty but I really wanted to record the rp #bet you didn't expect a giant text post #robot #droid #Aspecta #Rhi

[happily-lost-in-oc-writing]

Broken constellations, Chapter 3- desperate mistakes

Jessica's POV

"Why." She says, looking at me, with something like desperation,

"Why..?" I glance at her, before realizing what she's asking. .

"Why do you all torment me? What did I do to you to piss you off so bad? This place is hell enough without you- and your- bullshit...." She trails off, looking away.

My hands tighten on the steering wheel and I take a breath in as I park, and I want to tell her that I have a good reason. I want to tell her I'm sorry and I would've never gone along if I knew her but I don't know her and I don't know what to tell her.

"I see." She says, Angry and hurt. I move my hands to say something but nothing comes, and she storms off. I turn off my car and slam my head into the dash, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. DAMMIT!

I get out of the car and go after her, hoping I can compose the words to explain I am a horrible human being who deserves to burn in Hell?!?

I rush in and Amber smiles, pulling me to our group. Rex frowns at me, and Erika smiles falsely.

"You ran off last night-"

"Why don't you shove Erika in it. You didn't mind doing that when I was upset last night." I snap, and Amber frowns.

"Happy V-Day!!!!" Amber smiles, tossing little Valentine's out. I see Quincey Addams passing- she's a cute girl. Nice. She's got bright blue short hair in a curly pixie cut, a pink beanie and a pink hoodie with a jean jacket and skinny jeans with boots. She's carrying a basket of baked goods and smiles at me, I take the chance to ignore Erika and Rex and smile back.

"Happy valentines, Quinn!"

She blinks and smiles really wide,

"You too Jessica!!! And uh," she leans in and whispers, "congrats on Cassie-" she giggles and runs off- I feel myself turn pink before looking at Amber.

"Happy V-day Am." I smile at Amber and notice Cassiopeia arguing with teddy at the vending machine. I pull back until she goes inside and walk in with the group, ignoring Erika and Rex, Amber stands between us to ease the tension. All I can focus on is the situation, and how Cassiopeia was the only person who asked about it. And she had some solid advice. And how I've been nothing but absolutely horrid to her just because I could. I sit down and give her a smile, at some point in that blur of a morning.

Amber and I go to math, and I see Cassiopeia curl over in her seat, conflicted. I want to walk over and tell her it's okay and I'm sorry and that I want to know her, but I find myself lacking the confidence and the words. She hands Amber three sheets of pictures, and I take two, writing down a note.

I need to talk to her.

I might go crazy if I don't.

•T•i•m•e•s•k•i•p•

After school I hurry to my car, Amber following me. Erika starts Getting in and I turn around and glare.

"Don't." I bark, feeling my breath get quicker and angry.

She rolls her eyes and puts her hands up like she's surrendering and strolling away. Amber gets in, biting her lip.

"I'm sorry- you found out like that."

What.

"Excuse me?!? You- you knew?!?!?" I whip around to Amber and feel my heart break a little more.

"I- I've known since last summer... I was gonna tell you- but- you both seemed so happy and I didn't wanna mess anything up." She smiles sadly, and I drive silently.

"Are you- Okay.... Jessie...?" She looks at me, and I keep looking ahead, no Cassie. Dammit. I drive to her house in silence. Teddy lives over here, so does Erika. I pull up to her driveway, and she hugs me.

"I know you're not okay. I should've told you. I just didn't want to lose you guys. You're all I have anymore. You've seen my home. It's a war zone. I don't want you guys to be one too. I love you too much." She leaves that to linger in the air as she leaves the car, and I sit there, feeling my lip tremble and my eyes sting and I sob, my throat burns as I fail to compose myself. Why does it hurt so much?? I knew he didn't care about me but I also thought he loved me. Or maybe I wanted to think that...  I wanted him to be true. I wanted to have it with him. I wanted him. And now I've just got this- this empty pit in my gut that's burning and hurting and I want it to stop and I want the pain to go away, I want it all to stop. I haphazardly drive home, calming my shaking hands just enough to get back, and check the note on the fridge.

I cant breathe, every breath burns going down and rips it's way through my lungs and my stomach is on a tower of terror- it goes up and down and drops over and over again and I can't help but think of how much everything hurts right now. Everything is causing so much pain and I can't even see the damn wound. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. It makes me want to forget the day for at least a minute.

"Went out for the week, Doodlebug. Love you. Be back Friday."

I tear open the liquor cabinet and down the vodka, some tequila, and enough brandy to forget the next twenty four hours. I stuff my face with cold pizza and I sit on the kitchen floor, sick of emotions

"Cassieeeee" I remember I need to talk to Cassie. Yes. I need to do that. I want to talk to her right now. She makes the blurry shit clear. Yes. Rex is a dick and Cassie is warm.

With Rex being a dick, and Erika being a backstabbing bitch, and Amber being an emotional mess, Cassie is clean. Cassie is neat and comforting.

I get up and check the time: woah. It's 12:39 am. I stumble over and knock on the door . I keep knocking until she opens the door tiredly, in shorts and a hoodie that falls over her thighs.

"Jessica... what the fu-"

"Cassie we need to talk!" I hug her and pet her hair, hoping she'll listen. It's soft like it looks and fluffy, and she's warm. She's super warm. I wonder what her hugs feel like. "We need to talk like. I said in the note you read I saw you read it and. I wanna talk to you."

"Dear god you smell like a bar." She takes me up some stairs to her room: it's baby blue and there are fairy lights, a pastel day bed with a princess canopy around it, a white dresser and stuffed animals.

That's when it all got fuzzy.

And I woke up to Cassie's back, her in a bra, and curled up under the covers.

Fuck.

Cassie's POV- 12:39 am last night.

I had just finished watching a movie to get the day off my mind, a long walk home and getting chewed out, all I wanted to do was relax and recharge.

But my life has gone to hell, so you know that didn't happen.

There's banging downstairs on the back door, and i go to tell whoever it is to fuck off, when I see a very intoxicated, very exhausting Jessica "Jessie" Smith.

Joy.

I open the door, very much done with this grade-A, amateur fan fiction type bullshit.

"Jessica.. what the fu-"

She cut me off with incoherent slurs, saying my name and then trailing off. She stumbles into me and starts running her hands in my hair, mumbling "note-talk-we-yes"

"Dear god. You smell like a bar, you need to go home."

"Nn-Nnh!" She Shakes her head no- she probably won't remember half of this when she wakes up. She keeps insisting herself closer to me and I give in, bringing her inside and locking the door again (for safety), I push her up the stairs and to my room. I go to pull the mattress out of the closet when she just flops herself on my bed, I sigh. I'm so done with this,  I swear to god. She's the last person I want in my house, nevertheless my life. I sit down on the side of the bed and put my head in my hands, a headache forming. This- whatever this was, was something I would have to clean up in the morning. I groan and try to lay down, its better than having her drunkly crying or whining or something. I turn on the fan and lay down, taking my hoodie off. I think about the last two days, and part of me is happy I'm not alone.

But most of me wants to kill myself.

Jessica's POV- 5 am.

Cassie starts sitting up, sliding her hoodie on, and she shakes me. I sit there in shock, with a major headache. I can't remember last night. Cassie nudges me again, a little less gently.

"Get up. My dads gonna come here to wake me up soon. You need to be gone."

Shit. That's right, we have school. I sit up and get up, stumbling. She hands me my shoes and ushers me out.

I turn pink, and the thought crosses my mind and I have to know-

"Did we- you know...." I look at her,

"What-?!? No! Jesus, Jessica. Of course not. You came here drunk and crying and refused to leave." She whispers, rolling her eyes and pushing me out the back door.

"Ill.... see you at school...?" I ask, smiling awkwardly.

"Maybe." She says, shutting the door. I stand there for a second before making my way back to my place, shutting the door. I slide down it, and text Amber.

Jessie 🖤: hey Bichhhhhh. Feeling sick. Won't be in today. I love you, Amb. XOXO.

Amber 🤪: Okay, stay safe. I really hope we can work this out, Jessie. I don't want you guys at each other's throats.

I log onto my dads computer and shoot the school and email, before  going back to bed.

Cassie's POV: 6 am.

My dad opens the door, and I groan, curling up. He looks at me, and I frown.

"Dad, I feel sick. Can I stay home today?"

He frowns, and walks over to feel my head. He looks at me for a long time, before nodding yes.

"Cass, I love you. I don't know what's going on in your life- but you know you can talk to me. I'm your dad. I love you kiddo." He Walks out, and I lay back down, curling up and falling asleep. I wake up to a series of texts from teddy.

Teddy: where r you

We need to talk.

R you avoiding me?

Cassie this isn't funny.

We need to talk, Cass.

Are you at home?

I'm gonna drop by.

Answer me, Cassiopeia.

We need to talk about yesterday.

Why r you not answering me?!

Hey.

Ugh. I'm not entertaining him. After what he did yesterday the thought of seeing him makes me sick. Maybe he thought I was making an excuse or trying to get out- which I was, but I'm bisexual with a preference for women, and he needs to respect that.

No means no no matter what.

I go downstairs and see no one else is home, my mom probably went to the store and everyone else is at school, so. I have some much needed alone time.

I scrounge for the cold pizza and blueberry Soda, turn the TV on to the channel playing friends, and sit down with my junk food. After a few episodes, I clean up my plate and I hear a knock at the door. It's probably teddy, and I decide I better answer it than ignore him.

I walk and open it up, seeing the tall blonde with an uncharacteristic solemn look.

"Theodore." I say, closing the door and crossing my arms.

"Cassie. Don't do that. You know I care about you-" I roll my eyes as he talks. "What?"

"You care so much." I look up at him, a bit upset. "That's why you basically told me it was a phase. Really good friend, someone comes out to you and you insist that you can cure their gayness."

"That's not what I meant and you know it. You've been leading me on, if anything!"

" leading you on? I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're forcing your emotions on me and you're upset that they're not mutual. I don't want to see you right now Teddy." I turn around and he grabs my wrist. I ball my fist.

"Let go of me right now."

He moves his hands to my waist and pulls me to him, rough. Moving down my hips to-

"No!! Not until you see that-"

I turn around and punch him in the face, ripping my body away from him , I walk inside and lock the doors, I wait until his footsteps retreat and slump down it, feeling... wrong.

I curl up in a ball and cry.

I want my life back.

#wlw #jessie and cassie #lgbt story #broken constellations

[sayofchains88]

Chapter Twelve: Alan trapped, failed plans by OrangeLetters88~

Alex and Alan shake hands upon their arrival. They all meet at an undisclosed small town deli. Alan looks around before he continues. "Anyways, things are going to hell. Please tell me you can protect my girlfriend if something happens."

"What's going on lately?" Alex questions.

"My brother is in this with the fang hunters and Samuel. They have a major deal going on with Samuel. I can't say much, but she is pregnant." Alan explains blushing. "But even more so...she is human."

"Are you insane?" Dr. Carol replies shocked. "She may have a very difficult birth. That baby might be still birth or deformed depending. What will you do if it's not a live birth?"

"Shh, no one can know. My brother doesn't know she is a human. He would have forbid if he knew. I never let him meet her." Alan confesses to the verge of tears.

"Sounds simple enough...you couldn't have said it on the phone? "Alex replies.

"Most phones are bugged right now at least for me...Samuel is planning something, but I ask you to pay attention to your surroundings maybe you will understand why I am for once am really paranoid. I must go for now. I will text you if I need you." Alan responds getting up and just walks away.

"Is the world going mad?" Alice reacts scared. They look around themselves confused.

"What is going around us?" Christian says looking upwards towards the sky.

"Look forward..." Dr. Carol replies pointing at a little girl crying.

"She said her teeth are hurting and she has a headache?" A mother tries to cuddle her child. The child collapses.

"I was listening on them before...those are symptoms that could be anything, but since we all turned purposely we gauge ourselves what is going on." Dr. Carol analyzes. He strides over to them.

"They are turning all in vampires?" Alex thinks out loud watching Dr. Carol confidently talking to them.

"Why would you do that to everyone in the world?" Christian replies pulling out a cigarette to nervously place in his mouth and lighting it with a couple furious puffs. Alice spots another one in the distance who just fell to the ground. They can register no breathing from afar and hear the screams.

"You need someone to ignite the life of a vampire though..." Alex interprets. "Unless something was able to make it artificially like the..."

"The blood tablets!" Alice chimes.

"But why would a human be buying them or consuming them?" Christian asks. "This isn't some larping session."

Dr. Carol sneaks up behind Alice to scare her. She shrieks. "Do you want to know regular humans are getting a hold of it? They are being sold as a different product. I heard you from way over there. I have already instructed the ambulance's on the way how to handle this. We can reverse half any population I think..."

"It's a good thing vampires aren't just mystic anymore." Christian spouts another puff.

"This is only a small portion..." Dr. Carol replies vexed.

"We have to make it to the event whether we like it or not. We have to stop Samuel." Alex responds with assurance. He gestures for Alice's phone. "Edwin...I think I need a favor..."

After Alex gets off the phone with Edwin he turns to Alice and Christian. "We need to talk later."

Dr.Carol pockets the free samples of the remodeled blood pills. Instead of going back they stay at a nearby motel. Mars shows up late. "Alex, Colleen can't make it yet. She told me to tell you she will be there at the event so not to worry..."

"That's fine to me. I am not forcing her hand. Making it to the event is good enough."

Dr. Carol has brought his full science kits along with beakers, chemicals along with him. Mars and Christian crowd him during his investigation. "Are these any different than the blood pills you been buying?" Mars asks.

"Will you two please refrain from bothering me please...I don't know yet." Dr. Carol says making a flicking motion with hand.

Alex takes another blood capsule. "You guys have nothing better to do then bug him?"

It starts to pour down rain. Alex and Alice bump heads trying to peek into the same window. Christian and Mars start going through television channels.

The doorbell rings. Alan is covered soaked in rain. He looks paler than before. They welcome him in and offer changes of clothes.

He sits on the edge of the bed like he had seen a ghost. "They learned, Sarah isn't picking up either...it could be the rain. It could be anything right?"

"Alan, do you want me to come with you? We can protect you both." Alex affirms Alan's worries.

Alan hugs Alex who trembles. Alex pulls his jacket on. "Dr. Carol, you need to watch this wild bunch. Please call me if something happens."

"Alex be careful please." Alice replies not sure what to say.

"Yeah man, stay safe." Christian responds. Mars waves to Alex who is following back behind Alan.

Alan shows Alex to go. They go in a hurry to notice no lights are on when they pull in. Glass is broken all over the ground. The door is open inwards.

"Her parents..." Alan whispers in shock.  He runs over to them shouting incoherent words. The father's hands twitch.  Alan holds him up.

"Please forgive me...Laura..." The man says closing his eyes. Alan starts to dial 911. Alex walks around through all the rubbish tossed around.

"Were they bit?" Alex shouts from another room.

"No...her mother is still breathing. An ambulance is coming though. My brother is going to pay for this."

"Looking around I feel like they wanted to make a scene, but I see cash still in wallets. Things are just tipped over or broken. I also see the fang hunter arrows here. So there might not have been any vampires here..."

"I can't be with Sarah now..." He says seeing the steak launcher from the ground from the fang hunters. "I can't live anymore!"

Alex dashes over when he hears the device to rustle it out of it hands, he hangs tight to the device putting all his pressure into making sure Alex can't take it easily till it activates. The wooden steak hits the wall ricocheting off Alex's face.

He dunks in pain covering his face. "Alan, what the fuck, why hit me in the face!"

Alan snaps out of it. The ambulance shows up. Alan scrambles outside to meet them. Alex slowly comes outside to get in the car. Alan sees them off and hops in the car.

On the highway the car is bombarded with jagged arrows causing them swerve in front of other cars. Alex grabs Alans hand to exit from the other side where they are met with a spray of bullets.  

Alex and Alan both run into the abandoned facility across the streets. They dunk inside to only hear quietness. Alex puts his finger to his mouth. They make sure to not make sound as glass crunches under their feet.

Alex's phone rings causing him freak out and automatically shut it off. He looks up slightly nervous. "They are after me..."

"You think? But anyways we need to make it back even if we walk." Alex whispers very low. Slowly he walks not to make much noise signaling for Alan to follow. It is very dark now. The rain temporarily stops before pouring down harder when the two get out.

The phone rings again. "Sorry about earlier, we ran into trouble...yeah...Clarence was able to track the phone? Will he pick us up? Sweet, also thank you. Alan Clarence my mate is on his way. Just stay put."

"I am sorry for putting you in danger."

"Nah, don't think anything of it. We just got to dodge them. Ten more days till we have that fancy shindig of his."

Out of nowhere a car does a sharp turn doing a doughnut. "Get In fast! They are so heavy laden down this way it's not funny." Clarence shouts. Taking the car through yards, dangerous shortcuts breaking the limits of his car till he is out of the area; Clarence hard breaks when he sees a blockade of vampire hunters and fang hunters in front of him making him refuse to get Clarence guns it in the sake of safety.

"Are you insane?" Alan screams.

"Can you not see the guns they are packing? They plan to kill us!" Clarence yells turning the car around to intimidate them to move more. His tires screech with every single sharp angle he comes into.

They roll their windows up when they start hitting the car. Another blockade up front dents Clarence's tires causing them to fully stop. "So I hope you guys like walking again."

"Were all in this together it seems. There is much too many of them to hold them down. I didn't bring my book..." Alex replies remorseful.

"But I did! I told you this would be dangerous." Alan sneers. He is the first one to get out holding his book in hand. "Great Andras I call on your power!"

The men all looked confused at each other. For a moment nothing happens. The very first man in front is instantly killed by the force of a very large blade. Humanoid shape, but head of an owl and white angel wings starts to hack down every single person in site while mounted on the back of a black wolf.

Clarence rips through the mounds of men that Andras hasn't tackled yet. Alex's bloodlust is through the roof since the pills do not fully work only enough to be sated. Alan and Clarence find themselves shocked seeing him rip their throats open.

He would jump one to another like a furious cat without fear of his life. He dodges bullets as well as taking bullets.

His fearlessness impresses them. Andras stops when Alan is on his knees too weak from too much energy being taken from its summon. "Alan pull Andras back now! Their numbers are low enough to take on now. Alex is handling them well."

"Clarence, do you have a spare tire?" Alan asks.

"Yes I do! Let me get it on now!"

Clarence gets the spare tire out and the jack to lift the car. Alex starts to bite into anyone near the car instinctively. Alan throws his book in the back of the seat. He gets the wheel on tossing the bad one at men getting close.

"Alex! You can stop!"  

"Alan, he is in a state of rage. We have to get him ourselves."

Clarence dashes over to Alex darting to and fro. He puts his hand on Alex's shoulder to be shot in the back from behind falling on top of him.  Alex snaps out of his bloodlust to see Alan waving from arm's length to get into the car. Alex is shot multiple times before going down. Alan gets into the car and drives off.

Alex wakes up looking up at a dingy cell covered in bandages. Clarence looks down at him from above. "Awake I finally see. Do you feel okay?"

"I can't move much at the moment...but I don't know how I feel..." Alex explains in pain.

A man walks over to them banging the bars. "Just so you know we caught Alan. I bet you feel stupid now."

"We tried our best. What can we say? We enjoyed our ride." Clarence justifies.

"Whatever..." He says walking off.

Clarence puts his hand on Alex's chest as he tries to sit up. Lifting his shirt he can tell he took many more hits than he did. The blood soaks his dressing. He lays him back down gently. "I only got hit a couple times compared to you...what do they want so badly with Alan?"

"His brother is working with Samuel...after all he is a celebrity vampire..."

Alex falls back to sleep easily. Clarence props himself back up against the wall with his legs crossed reclining back. A couple hours later a nurse comes by. "Is he doing okay?"

"He is soaking his gauze. I checked earlier. Do we get a blood ration?"

She pulls Alex forward without waking him re-wrapping his dressings. "Sure I can set you with up something. Are you doing okay? Last I remember you were limping in here." She responds bashful.

He lifts his shirt. "Would you like a feel?" He replies winking. She runs her hand his chiseled pecks.

"Are you flirting with them now?" Another nurse laughs. She reddens letting his shirt drop.

Later that night Alex groggily opens his eyes. "I guess it's nicer to be stuck with a friend than no one..."

"I am going nowhere if it helps."

"Thanks man. At the very least that helps how shitty I feel."

"Are you feeling thirsty yet?" Clarence asks.

"A little, but mainly tired, but this ground hurts a lot, but no way for me to move much so it's whatever."

"When did you start going all fours for attacks?"

"It just worked for me is all. Something about all fours feels more natural to me, like it opened a primal sense for me; maybe I was a house cat in my past life?" Alex laughs lightly. Clarence shows him three fingers.

"How many fingers do you see?" Clarence questions holding up three fingers.

"Four or five? I am too blurry for this. Why?"

"I thought so; we can't plan escape till you are able to sit up."  Clarence whispers.

"That whole thing was crazy. You are a madman in a car Clarence. What the actual fuck." Alex replies with his eyes closed.

"That fast and furious life were living is something else. Looks like I will try to get some shut eye too. Goodnight Alex..."

"Night man." Alex replies going back to sleep.

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SEUNGCHUCHU WEEK DAY 4: FREE DAY

 A/N: This might not be my best work ever, but I wrote it on adrenaline in two hours and I think it's alright!! Pretty proud of this :) Dedicated to @slightlystalesushirolls who puts up with my shit. Also Blood Sweat & Tears is a BTS song for y'all who don't know. Happy Seungchuchu Week!!!  @seungchuchuweek

PHICHIT:

He’s tearing up and the walls are closing in, and his makeup starts running (should’ve worn waterproof), then something breaks in him and he’s sobbing and wailing and he doesn’t really care about anything anymore. 

“Shhh.”

The sound is soothing, the last thing he would expect from Seung Gil. Especially because now there are tear stains and makeup all over his nice jacket and Phichit himself is an ugly, crying mess who’s had too much to drink. It’s the party for the GPF, and he should be happy. After all, Yuri is engaged, Michele and Emil are dancing (how’d that happen?) and even Yakov is actually smiling (until a drunk Viktor begs him to officiate his wedding to Yuri). But all he can think about how he is such a disappointment. How his family will be ashamed to tell their neighbours that he lost, how he let down his entire country.

As happy as he is for Yuri and Yuri, and, he supposes, JJ, seeing them all so happy is a bit… much. Like rubbing salt into a wound. Even though Phichit is eternally happy for his friends, who deserve all the medals they get, some small, selfish part of him whispers, ‘it could’ve been you’. After all, he had worked as hard as anyone to train for the GPF. He’s sacrificed, poured out his own share of blood, sweat, and tears. Thinking of the song in such a situation brings the barest hint of a smile to his face, but Seung Gil notices. 

“Are you feeling better?”

He sounds… concerned? It’s odd. Phichit has never pegged Seung Gil as someone who really cared about other people. Borderline sociopathic. But here he is, wrapping Phichit in his arms and telling him it–whatever it is–is going to be okay. They’re nice, all of these unexpectedly sweet gestures.

“Do you want to go out for dinner?”

“Wha–?” Is Seung Gil actually asking him out? Why does that make his heart flutter?

“I just thought that you might want to get out of this bathroom and have something to eat. Have you even tried any of the banquet food?" With Phichit’s mind racing at mach five, it’s hard to comprehend the question (another question?), let alone answer it.

"Uhh.” Is his voice slurring? Does he sound like a drunk idiot? He is a drunk idiot. He should be celebrating the success of his friends. What the fuck is he doing? So many questions…

“I don’t think I’ve eaten since… This morning!”

Seung Gil raises an incredibly well-defined eyebrow at the loud remark, but nods. "Then we should go out to eat something. It can’t be healthy to be drunk on an empty stomach.“

"I’m not drunk! Well, maybe a bit. But not really!”

“Right.”

Seung Gil hauls his intoxicated ass out of the building, somehow managing to hail a taxi. The next thing he knows, they’re sitting in the car and awaiting their destination. Except he’s leaning on Seung Gil’s shoulder. It’s hard work to keep upright when the world is tilting. His body is heavy and he’s just so tired… When he wakes up, they’ve stopped at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Seung Gil supports him as he staggers in.

“Where are we?”

“I don’t really know, I just asked for the driver’s recommendations.”

Phichit almost laughs, because the incredibly put together, notoriously logical Seung Gil does not have an exact plan. It’s a miracle! Albeit a strange one. After all, who is Seung Gil to him? He’s being kind at the moment, yes. And he seems less reserved than normal. A bit awkward, actually. Cute. Before Phichit can ponder this further, Seung Gil pulls him into a seat and tells him to order. He ends up with something called 'Escalivada’, which turns out to be grilled eggplant and red pepper with onion and tomatoes. Seung Gil, true to his meat-eating reputation, orders 'Fricandó’; meat and mushrooms in a sort of rich sauce. As they eat, he eyes the mushrooms with distaste, pushing them to the side like a picky child. Phichit frowns. 

“You should eat those! No use in wasting food!” “I hate vegetables.”

“Mushrooms aren’t even vegetables! They’re f-fungi." He’s stuttering now? Maybe it’s the alcohol. Or his proximity to Seung Gil. The table is so tiny that they’re knee-to-knee in the corner of the restaurant. He’s put his elbows on the table in an effort to keep himself from face planting into his food, which means he’s practically leaning across the small table. Right into Seung Gil. Just as he comes to this conclusion, Seung Gil seems to realize it too. He flushes a dark pink (highly visible with his pale complexion), and mutters something about needing to use the washroom. He stands up, nearly knocks into a candelabra, and walks off.

With that, Phichit is left alone with his thoughts. About what just happened. Normally, he is the whirlwind force of nature, impulsively trying to make others feel better and generally have fun. But tonight, Seung Gil seems to have fulfilled that role. (Not the fun part, just the impulsive kindness part. Seung Gil doesn’t really seem like one to just get out and party.) After all, hasn’t Phichit just been swept off his feet into this… date? No… meal. There’s nothing romantic going on. Nothing at all. All this thinking hurts his head, so he tries to focus on the present. Seung Gil is being kind, the food is good, and he feels better about the competition. Much better, he notes with surprise. There’s still disappointment with himself, of course. And the shame of letting down both his family and his entire country. But in this moment, he could care less. By the time Seung Gil comes back, Phichit is happy and somehow filled with new energy, or at least adrenaline. 

"I think we should go clubbing!”

“What? Wait, shouldn’t we go back to the hotel–”

SEUNG GIL:

It’s Seung Gil’s turn to be subject to a force of nature, though perhaps not the gentle one he himself had attempted to be. Phichit stumbles out, feeling very much himself again and nearly smacking into a lamppost, right before running back in when he realizes Seung Gil is still inside paying the bill. Phichit makes Seung Gil promise that he’ll let him pay him back (“friendly” Asian competition) and they walk outside together.

PHICHIT:

“Really, we should get back to the hotel. It’s getting late now. Almost 11:30.”

“It’s not that late!” But Phichit is obviously losing ground. The adrenaline rush wears of almost as fast as it’s come, and his eyelids begin to droop. And his body begins to feel like it’s made of bricks. Unfortunately, neither knows the streets of downtown Barcelona well. Or has enough money to hail a taxi. Neat, orderly, rigid Seung Gi has a horrified expression on his face.

“I am never going to do anything impulsive ever again. I swear, I will every second of the rest of my life out. We’re lost, and coach is going to kill me when she finds out an–”

“Seung Gil, you should try to just… live a little! Y'know?”

“What? We’re lost! How is that relevant?”

Phichit giggles.

“This isn’t funny! We’re lost in Spain, thanks to my impulsivity.”

“Maybe that isn’t a bad thing. Maybe we should just go with the flow.” Seung Gil sputters.

“Maybe if you weren’t drunk!”

“Hm.” This is a valid point on Seung Gil’s part. If the amount of alcohol he’s consumed at this point is any indication, he should be seeking out a place to rest, and sleep off the headache he’s probably going to have in the morning.

“Fine.”

By the time they reach the hotel, it is 2:53AM. Seung Gil is exhausted and irritable, and Phichit is so sleepy he’s ready to pass out in the lobby. Somehow, they manage to make it to Phichit’s room.

“Seung Gil?”

“What.”

“We might have a slight problem…”

“What is it?”

“I can’t find my room key.”

“Fuck.”

Seung Gil groans comically, or in a way that would be comical had they not spent the last few hours desperately trying to find their way back to the hotel. “You can stay in my room. I can’t deal with this bullshit any longer.”

SEUNG GIL:

That’s how they end up, Phichit flopped onto the comforter in borrowed pyjamas and Seung Gil on the floor, slightly uncomfortable with this breach of privacy.

Phichit starts suddenly.

“What am I doing on the bed? It’s your room! And you’ve shown me nothing but generosity and kindness tonight!”

It’s Seung Gil’s turn to argue.

“You’re drunk! And going to have a hangover, as well as be sore from all the walking we did!”

“So’re you! This is stupid. Just come sleep here. The bed is big enough for two.”

Grudgingly, Seung Gil accepts. But only to get this argument over with. They lie down on opposite ends of the bed, sharing the covers. 

“Seung Gil? I really am grateful for tonight. Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

PHICHIT:

The sunlight on his face wakes Phichit up. He feels safe, warm, and strangely comfortable. A pounding headache overcomes him, though, and the urge to lay down and die overtakes him. Then he realizes. There are arms wrapped around him. And legs tangled with his. And a person snuggled into him. Seung Gil stirs and mutters something incoherent. A dark blush spreads across Phichit’s face. 

They didn’t, did they? No, nothing of the sort.

The night’s events slowly come back into focus. His embarrassing meltdown. Seung Gil’s unexpected kindness. Hours spent combing the city for the hotel. Just then, Seung Gil wakes.

“I-I’m sorry! That was a direct violation of your personal space–”

“It’s okay. I didn’t really mind…”

“Oh.”

“But I wanted to apologize for my shameful behaviour last night!”

“No no, it’s okay.”

They stare at each other, both at a loss for words. Conflicting emotions flit across Seung Gil’s face as he detangles himself from Phichit. He silently gets up and fills a glass of water for Phichit to drink. Phichit takes it and drinks–there’s so much to repay him for, why can’t you just say something damnit? But the awkward silence is maintained. Seung Gil breaks it painfully.

“I guess you should go down to the lobby and tell them you lost your key, huh?”

“I guess.”

“I’ll see you out.”

As they approach the door, Phichit leans in and kisses him. Lee Seung Gil. Spontaneously, passionately, and full on the mouth. 

He walks out the door and calls out a thank you, tripping down to the elevator.

SEUNG GIL:

Seung Gil leans on the doorframe and dazedly wonders what just happened. (Five hours later, he gets a text asking if he wants to go out to dinner for real this time. He accepts.)

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Barcelona

Barcelona

Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam

Word Count: 1855 (including lyrics)

Warnings: None...just fluffy fluffiness.

A/N: This was inspired by “Barcelona” by Ed Sheeran (Link here - I am in love with this song) the lyrics are bolded. Italics are internal thoughts. I pretty much swooned over this the whole time I was writing it. The gif is not mine. Your feedback is always appreciated so very much!

Beta’d by @wheresthekillswitch - who also found the gif for me - have I told you lately that I love you?

A/N #2: I don’t actually know how to read or speak Spanish. This is all from the song and from Google translate. :)

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“Let’s go somewhere, Dean!” You look at him with wide, rum glazed eyes from your side of the sofa.

“Where do you want to go, sweetheart?” His words are beginning to slur as his thumb traces lazy circles on your thigh.

Excitement sizzles in your veins as your alcohol drenched mind races through all the things you’ve ever wanted to do and see. Your years of hunting with the Winchesters have kept you from living the life you always dreamed of - places unseen and roads untraveled - but this could be your chance to check something off your bucket list.

From somewhere in the recesses of your mind a picture comes into view- warm sunny beaches crowded with people; cobbled streets full of tourists and street performers; beautifully crafted mosaic walls and benches. That’s it!

“Let’s go to Spain. I have always wanted to see Barcelona!”

“What?!” Dean’s entire body convulsed as he erupted into a fit of drunken laughter. “Random! Where the hell did that come from, y/n?”

The hurt you feel is unreasonable, you know that. It is silly to think that either of you could drop everything and run off anywhere for a few days, much less Europe, on a half-cocked drunken whim. You can hear the voice in your head telling you that he isn’t making fun of you and he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But that knowledge doesn’t keep the tears from stinging the backs of your eyes.

“Nevermind. I think it’s time for bed.” You stand, trying to keep him from seeing the hurt on your face.

“Now you’re talking!” You hear the groan of the couch as Dean stands and he smacks your ass playfully.

“No, Dean. I am going to sleep in my own bed tonight.” You see the disappointment and confusion play across his face before turning to leave.

“Oh. Ok. Um...did I…do something to upset you?”

“No, I’m just exhausted. Night.”

-----

The next morning you wake with a headache and you glance around, disoriented by the familiarity of your own room. You have been spending so many nights in Dean’s bed these days that your own things look foreign to you. Dean.

A grumpy scowl settles on your lips as you recall the events of last night. Yep, the hurt of him laughing at your dream trip was still there.

You sit up and swing your legs off the bed, pausing as the room begins to spin slightly. You take a deep breath and close your eyes until the movement ceases and you are able to stand. The smell of bacon hits your nose as your step into the corridor of the bunker, and your stomach lurches. You shuffle down the hall in search of coffee, your mouth already forming a pout, expecting to find the elder Winchester behind the stove.  

Hazel eyes glance up from the pan of fried deliciousness instead.

“Morning, y/n!” His brow furrows as he notices the look on your face. “You ok?” Sam’s deep voice reverberates against the walls worsening the throbbing in your head and your frown deepens.

“Fine. Where’s Dean?” Your voice is dry and scratchy from too much drinking and crying the night before.

“He left early this morning, he left a note on the table over there and asked me to fry you some breakfast after I got back from my run.” Dishing out the crisp bacon and cheesy eggs, he holds the plate out in your direction with a warm, compassionate smile. “I know it sounds awful, but we both know it will make you feel much better if you eat.”

“Thanks Sam.” You smile at the tall man, accepting the plate and take your seat at the large table. Grumbling incoherently you reach for the note, your name scrawled on the front in Dean’s neat handwriting.

Y/N, I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have laughed at you; it was just not was I was expecting you to say and it caught me off guard. I would like to make it up to you. Meet me in the field north of the bunker at sundown tonight. -D

“Do you know what this is about?” Your face is contorted in a look of confusion as your eyes scan the words again. Sam offers you no more than a shrug as you look up from the paper.

-----

The rest of the day is spent in sulking in your room, alternating between Netflix rewatches of your favorite shows and napping. Finally you check the clock and, sighing, decide it is time to get dressed for whatever Dean has planned.

You shower quickly, wrapping a towel around yourself as you step out and pad quietly back down the hallway toward your room. The mid august heat somewhat limits your clothing choices, but you find a flowy sleeveless dress toward the back of your closet that you haven’t laid eyes on in ages. Perfect.

You finish getting ready, running your hands through your hair before piling it on your head in a messy bun. You opt for a coat of mascara and a light layer of chapstick before sliding your feet into a pair of sandals. You check your reflection briefly in the long mirror on the back of your door. Hm. Not bad.

The sun is just beginning to sink below the treeline as you make your toward the field where Dean asked you to meet him, the warm light turning everything it touches to a gold. The symphony of locusts and tree frogs drifts through the summer air as the breeze gently rustles the leaves above you and you breathe in deeply. Something about this time of day always seems to bring a smile to your lips and you savor every detail.

You pause as the faint sound of music trickles through the sun bleached waves of grass. Picking up the pace you round the final corner and stop dead in your tracks. You open your mouth in awe as you take in the sight before you.

Dozens of strings of clear christmas lights zig zag through the branches of the trees lining the small clearing. A small table with 2 chairs is set up near a large tree, dozens of brightly colored fabrics wrapped around its low hanging branches. You spy Baby parked near the treeline, all four windows rolled down music pouring from the glossy black car. Dean leans against the back bumper with his arms crossed against his large chest, a smile plays over his lips as he watches you drink in every detail.

“Hola, mi amor.” Dean closes the distance between you with a few long strides.

“Dean? What is all this? You know spanish?” A dozen more questions racing through your mind are silenced as Dean’s hands find your waist and he lowers his lush, pink lips to yours and presses your body against his. You raise your hands to his firm chest and slide them to the back of his neck, his tongue sweeping over your lips before darting between them. As your tongues glide against each other all the disappointment and hurt you had been harboring all day seem to melt away. He pulls back just enough to take a breath and places his forehead against yours, a contented sigh falling from your lungs.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed at you, y/n” Dean’s voice is low and his breath tickles your face.

“No, Dean. I way overreacted. You don’t need to apologize.”

“Well, I figured if we couldn’t go to Barcelona, I thought maybe we could bring Barcelona to us.” One large hand wraps around yours as he turns around, leading you to the small table and chairs. He gestures for you to sit before opening a cooler and carefully removing a pitcher filled with a red liquid, chunks of fruit bobbing about as he sets it on the table. He produces 2 glasses and fills them, handing one to you.

“Sangria for mi niña.”  Dean quirks an eyebrow at you as you sip the sweet liquid.

“That is amazing, Dean! Did you make this?”

A satisfied smirk graces his perfect lips as you take another long pull from your glass. Bringing his own drink to his lips, he tastes it tentatively.

“Not bad, if I say so myself.”

He quickly downs the entire contents before standing up and walking to the Impala, swinging the front door wide. He leans across the driver’s seat, both feet still firmly planted on the ground. You stare unabashedly at the view as he fiddles with something inside. Suddenly the music changes, growing louder as a lively latin beat flows from the speakers. Dean’s hips begin to sway in time with the song and you lick your lips as his perfect ass wiggles in the air.

He straightens before slamming the door closed and dancing his way over to you. You stifle a giggle at the sight of Dean Winchester - the man who has been to hell and purgatory and back, kills vampires and werewolves and has prevented multiple apocalypses - dancing to a salsa rhythm just for you. Stopping in front of you he offers his hand, which you accept, the smile on your face uncontainable.

“Come on, princess. Let's pretend we're dancing in the street in Barcelona.”

You spend the entire evening dancing under the canopy of stars and twinkling lights with the man you love. He holds you close as his you get lost in the rhythm of the music. His kisses taste like red wide and you savor the feel of his body against yours. His lips brush against your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

“Mamacita, rica, si tú, te adoro señorita.” Dean’s whisper sends a wave of warmth throughout your body. You pull back to look at him curiously.

“Los otros, viva la vida.” His emerald green eyes sparkle in the moonlight, the corners of them crinkling as a lazy smile spreads across his face.

“What does that mean?” You scrunch your nose up questioningly.

“I have no idea, sweetheart. I only took one semester of Spanish. Sounds good, though right?” A burst of laughter escapes your lips as he whirls you around the small space, dipping you over his arm with a flourish before bringing you up again.

His eyes lock with yours as he licks lips, his mouth hovering over yours.

“I did look up one thing though.” He pulls one side of his bottom lip between his teeth. “Te amo mi cariño.”

“Oh yeah? And what does that mean?” Your hands find the back of his head, your fingers brushing languidly through his short hair.

“It means ‘I love you my darling.’”

You pull his head down as your lips crash into his. His hands roam over your curves as you drink him in. A groan escapes his throat as he squeezes your ass with both hands. You break the kiss, your lungs begging for air.

“Dean?”

“Hm?” His pupils are blown wide and glossy, drunk on you and the sangria.

“This is so much better than Barcelona.”

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Mentor for Hire [Spideypool Fic]

ssree said: Spideypool: Spidey seeking Deadpool out to ask/hire him to be his mentor: teach him to fight and survive in this new dangerous world he finds himself in now that he has super powers. Also, welcome back~

Thank you! For the welcome and the prompt… I hope you don’t mind if I change it up a bit (hey sweetpeas, send me prompts again, after three long months I’m gonna write fanfics again)

Peter stopped on his heels, rolling back as his eye caught on the bright red poster stapled haphazardly to the telephone pole next to him. 

“SUPERHERO MENTOR FOR HIRE! DEADPOOL’S THE NAME KILLING BADDIES IS THE GAME” followed in small print with: “it’s actually not a game, it’s a job and a good thing to do” with even smaller print below: “not actually a superhero or a mentor, any accidents or injuries in the field are not the fault of Deadpool please don’t sue me.”

He reached out and tore down the poster, shoving it into his bag before carrying on down the street to the library where he was going to meet Gwen to study for their first ever college midterms.

***

“What is this?” Gwen asked when the flier fell out of his bag as he was pulling out his textbooks.

“Some poster I found on the way here. Someone’s gonna take that seriously and call that number and they’re going to get hurt.”

“Oh good.”

“What?”

“Well… he does kind of look like y-... Spider-Man.”

Peter raised his eyebrow, “I don’t think so.”

Gwen shoved the flier into his face. “Okay the red, yeah. The eyes, kind of. But everything else is a little much. Very different.”

“Like a buff version of him.”

“Hey I’m-” Peter lowered his voice and hissed, “we have got to stop having these conversations in public! I am plenty buff! I have a six pack!”

“Yes and he could fit your six pack on top of his ten pack.”

“That makes zero sense.”

“His muscles have their own muscles.”

“Stop drooling over a poster and let’s get to work. I didn’t take that poster for my own benefit, I didn’t take it because he looks like Spider-Man, I took it to keep more gullible people safe.”

Finally Gwen put the poster down but she was smirking, this knowing smirk like she was somehow smarter than he was - which she was but that was beside the point. “Whatever you say, Parker.”

***

Peter did not call the number. He didn’t.

No, he actually did not. Hence why he was so surprised to see the number from the flier pop up on his phone. Calling him.

He considered staring at his phone until the call went to voicemail. What kind of voicemail would this guy leave for him? How did he get his number? This made absolutely no sense. The phone stopped ringing, no voicemail alert came up, the phone started ringing again.

Against his better judgement, Peter answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello there! We have gotten word that you are an up-and-coming superhero! Here at Deadpool Incorporated we are dedicated to giving the newbies proper training and advice before they start the valiant process of becoming their own fully fledged superhero!”

The upbeat and peppy voice was already giving Peter a headache. “Um… I’m not. No.” Technically not a lie. “How did you get this number?”

“Here at Deadpool Incorporated we value anonymity.”

“Of course you do. Look, can you drop the fake customer service voice, it’s killing me.”

“We are sorry, we do not understand the request. This is our voice.”

“Oh good, you’re more than one person.”

“Technically three! Shush!”

Peter blinked in confusion even though he was glad the peppy voice was broken by a normal voice, “Am I talking to Deadpool right now?”

“No, that would be silly!”

“Okay, listen. I don’t know how you got this number but I’m not an ‘up-and-coming’ hero, I don’t need a mentor or hero lessons or whatever you’re trying to sell with your sketchy fliers. I’m going to hang up now.”

“But-”

Surprising himself, he actually ended the call. Gwen would be proud of-

Peter gritted his teeth. “Gwen.” He hit speed-dial two on his phone.

“What would look better for my interview; my ‘maybe too formal’ black suit or my purple blouse with a pinstripe skirt and blazer?”

“Did you give my phone number to that Deadpool thing?”

There was barely a pause before Gwen continued, “Yeah, you’re right. Purple blouse is way better. Don’t want to come on too strong for this internship.”

“Gwen.”

“This way you can see if he’s the real deal.”

“Gwen! I can’t… This is ridiculous. This is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done to me.”

“Oh please, I’m sure I’ve done worse.”

Peter leaned back, banging his head against the wall. “He was putting on a fake phone voice, like an infomercial voice or a flight attendant.”

“I googled him.”

“You what?”

“He’s only twenty-two.”

“Gwen!”

“The other heroes don’t like him much, though. He seems to get into quite a bit of trouble. Maybe you can mentor him.”

“Okay, I believe the flier had it the other way around.”

“It said he wasn’t actually a hero on the bottom and to not sue him. He needs help, Pete.”

“You got that right.”

“See? It all works out.”

“One day you’re gonna fall off a building and I’m not gonna save you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. Now go make a date with your badass look-a-like. Bye bye!”

Peter threw his phone across the room only to catch it with a web before it hit the wall. He couldn’t afford a new phone right now.

The phone had seven new text messages when he pulled it back over to him. All from Deadpool.

“Why does my life have to be so complicated?”

***

After a week of dodging Deadpool’s calls and deleting all his text messages, he finally gave in and texted Deadpool to meet him on top of the Empire State Building. He wondered if Deadpool would be able to get up that high and kind of hoped that he couldn’t.

The truth of the matter was that he could… after one hour of waiting. Deadpool was out of breath by the time he finally hauled himself up and rolled over onto his back.

“Suction cups… are a bad idea.”

“Are you copying me?” First the similar costume design and now climbing up walls by sticking to them.

“Who are-” Deadpool tilted his head to look at Peter, where he was leaning against the spire, and then was on his feet within seconds of emitting a high-pitched squeaking sound. “You’re Spider-Man!”

Peter was glad of his mask to hide his surprise.

“You’re so cool, dude! What are you calling me for? You don’t need training!”

Right, down to business. “No, I’m here to stop you from hurting anyone. Some gullible person might have picked up your flier and actually tried to become a hero.”

“Nah, you’re the only person who called. Except that lady who gave me your number- oops.” Deadpool smacked himself on the head and Peter almost laughed at that, but he couldn’t have Deadpool thinking they were friends or anything. This was strictly business. He needed to be cold and distant. This was not acceptable.

“I already know she did that.”

“Of course you do! You’re the Spider-Man! Can I have your autograph?”

Somehow, from places unknown, Deadpool pulled out a Daily Bugle with Spider-Man on the cover and a pen. Peter did not want to know where he was keeping that… or how long he’d had it on him. But he couldn’t give that any attention, even if a small part of him was flattered. “Can you stop calling and texting me?”

He didn’t understand it, but somehow the eyes of Deadpool’s mask widened.

“Holy shit I have Spider-Man’s phone number.”

Crapbaskets. “Look, you have to stop. I have work to do.”

“But what if you had a partner?”

Peter shook his head, pushing off of the spire and walking toward the edge. “I don’t need or want a partner.”

“Aw, come on Spidey. You’re my idol.”

He stopped in his tracks. He was another hero’s idol? No, Deadpool said himself that he wasn’t a hero. “I’m flattered, but I work alone.”

Peter was fairly confident he looked somewhat cool swinging off the building after that. Even if it was followed by Deadpool crying out about needed a way to get off the building. He was a kind-of hero, Peter was sure he’d figure it out.

***

It turned out that meeting up with Deadpool was the worst mistake of his life. Somehow, on every patrol, Deadpool managed to show up. He called him relentlessly and texted him even more frequently - usually a string of incoherent emojis.

“He likes you.”

“Gwen, this is your fault. If you hadn’t- what?” Gwen had stopped next to him on the sidewalk and was now holding her hand against her mouth to muffle her laughter. “What?” She nodded to the telephone pole in front of them. Peter’s nearly sank to the ground.

“SPIDER-MAN PLEASE ACCEPT ME AS YOUR PARTNER”, and in smaller print: “in both superheroing and in life”, and in even smaller print: “like dating and butt stuff.”

Peter ripped the flier off the post and stuffed it into his bag. Gwen snorted and Peter pointed a finger at her. “Not a word.”

Gwen laughed the entire way to the library, only stopping when Peter’s phone rang before laughing even harder when he hit ignore. This was going to be a long study session.

#there's less deadpool in here than any other fic i've written #spideypool #arrawrites #marvel #spfic #humorfic #crackfic