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omg stop that (loser)step dad!steve blurb was so cute u should do one where like reader and steve have a little baby girl and the boys are like "😒😒😒..." but once she's born, she's got them wrapped around her tiny finger LOL like they're completely enamoured by her once they see her

thank you babbyyyy <3 hope you enjoyed this one. it's a bit on the shorter side (well for me), but i'm glad that you enjoyed the first part. No cw for now, just cuteness. 901 words

She was beautiful. Her tiny fingers pressed to her chest, body curled up in that cute position newborns make, a soft towel wrapped around her as Steve rocked her in his arms. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, wetness dampening his lashes as he whispered to her.

"Hi, babygirl," he smiled, gently running a finger over her head. She had little strands of dark hair there, color mirroring his own. You sat on the hospital bed, exhaustion coursing through your veins, yet a small smile sitting on your lips.

They looked perfect there together, father and daughter. Steve was meant for this, you could tell. In this moment, you felt a similar feeling to your birth with your other two sons, like life made sense.

There was a knock on the door, it creaking open to reveal the nurse, head popping through.

"Harrington?" She smiled, voice low as she took notice of the sleeping baby in your husband's arms. The both of you looked towards her, eyes crinkling with the happy emotions you felt. "I have some people who want to meet the little girl."

She stepped into frame, your sons piling in. Your eldest son had his serious look on his face, lips pressed together as he looked bored. Your youngest was in a similar fashion, trying his hardest to mimic his brother, yet you could see right through the two of them. The nurse left the four (and a half) of you alone, closing the door behind her with a soft shut.

"Hey you guys," you whispered, voice raspy as you reclined. Your eldest looked concerned at you winced, shifting in your bed.

"Ma, you okay?" He said, eyes wide. Nodding, you smiled, opening up your arms as they both came to your side, hugging you. Steve stood watching you, rocking with his body as his eyes kept flitting back on your daughter in his arms.

"You want to meet her?" You asked, smiling as they both nodded. They tried keeping serious expressions, but you could see it in their eyes, they were curious. Your youngest ran over to Steve, peering over him as he caught sight of her. Immediately, he melted, mouth parting open in shock as she made a small noise, face scrunching up.

"She's so small," he whispered, placing a light touch on her blanket-covered body. Steve laughed, nodding in agreement. "Can-can I hold her?"

"Yeah, buddy," Steve said, head nodding over to the chair in the corner of the room. "Just gotta sit down first, and I'll hand her over."

He complied, running over to plop down, arms wide open. Steve placed her in his arms, instructing him on how to hold his arms out. The two of them were beaming, sharing their thoughts on how she looked, your son saying she looked like him if anything. Steve hovered over him, smiling, but you could see that protectiveness already kicking in, his eyes watching like a hawk at every movement your son made.

You drew your gaze away from them, looking at your oldest who stood awkwardly, a few feet away from the bed, gaze stuck on the baby. He kept looking at Steve too, suspicion on his face.

"You want to hold her too, sweetie?" Apprehension covered your voice, not sure how to deal with him when it came to this. It had been a year and a half since you and Steve were married, yet he was still wary of the man he called a 'stranger in 'our' home'. There was nothing you could've done or said that would have made him accept Steve faster, figuring that it would work itself out on its own. It hurt you, but it was your normal now.

"Ah, I think I'm good," he nodded, but still kept his eyes on her. He gasped when his little brother shifted his elbow, her body dipping a little bit. "Watch your elbow--Jesus Christ, man."

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. You bit back a smile at the outburst, knowing that he was in the same boat as all of you--smitten over this little girl who was not even aware of the world yet, let alone all of you.

"Babe, go hold her," you whispered, nodding your head at him. He looked at you, eyes wide. "It's okay."

Crossing the room, he maneuvered her out of the younger boy's arms, gripping her firmly. She rested against his shoulder, a small cry of a noise leaving her mouth. He looked up at Steve, fear on his face. "Is that--was that normal? Did I hurt her?"

Steve shook his head, leaning into him as he placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't complain at the touch, the first time that has happened. Hope bubbled at your chest, your boys finally all being connected.

The young boy in the chair kicked his feet, impatience pulling at him. "Okay, you're done! You're taking too long, my turn now!"

"Shut it, I've only held her for, like, 6 seconds!"

"That's not fair! Steve! Tell him!" He cried out, pouting exaggeratedly.

"Boys relax! She'll be here a while, there's plenty of time," Steve laughed, holding his hands out in front of him. They quieted down, eyes returning to rest on her. Your heart felt full, grateful for this little bundle that graced your world, finally bringing your family together.

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 9 months

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Bonten - With Morticia Addams Male Reader

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🫓Flatbread-Anon, you're back! It's been a good while since I've heard from you, I'm glad you've sent me another one of your amazing asks.

The Bonten members that take an interest in you will be Ran and Kakucho; because I need to write some exclusive content for those two and this is the closest I'll get for now. Their parts will be separated of course. —Benny🐰

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Yet another traitor to Bonten had been sniffed out. This on had been poking around in their real-estate business ties, closing and canceling deals while pocketing the profits for themselves.

Kokonoi, who had been noticing a small but steady drop in revenue, sent some people to investigate and they actually caught the guy in the act. Unfortunately though, he had fled before they could properly apprehend him.

Thankfully they were able to track the traitor to an abandoned warehouse, where he was currently being held in wait for a few of the executives who were sent to deal with him.

That leads us to where we are now.

"These fuckers really can't get it through their damn skulls, huh? Ya can't fuck with Bonten's shit!"

Sanzu growls, sitting cross-legged in the HQ's lounge as he loads bullets into the magazine of his handgun.

Ran and Rindou already stood by the doorway, one not bothering to bring much other than his personal firearms since he wouldn't be doing much at all and the other with nothing since he wouldn't be going with. Kakucho, who had previously left the room, reenters with coffee in hand, unfazed with Sanzu's ramblings.

"C'mon, let's get goin', we gotta traitor to kill."

The pink hair man stands up as he pockets his now fully loaded gun and grabs his katana.

Rindou nods at the three and waves his brother off as they all head out of the lounge and to the elevator to complete the task given to them.

Footsteps clack against the damp pavement as a figure clad in all black strolls the foggy streets; a serene smile painted on their black stained lips. The lacy black parasol in their hands is spun around at the handle as it rests on their shoulder.

Suddenly... their feet come to a stop. Before them stood a severely run down building; most likely condemned by the looks of it.

"My, my... this is quite the breathtaking veiw..."

Their deep voice humms echoing about the vacant street as they speak.

Kakucho pulls the car in front of the address he was given and parks, turning the engine off. He stares out of the windshield for a moment at the thick fog, brows lifting in confusion. There was no fog warning on the weather forecast today...

"Ya'll comin' in or stayin' out here?"

Sanzu asks the two impatiently as he gathers all his needed equipment and prepares to exit the car.

"I'll stay out here, I need a smoke anyway."

Ran lazily replies in his natural carefree tone as he opens the passenger door and rummages for his carton of cigarettes in his breast pocket.

Kakucho only waves the pinkette off, eyes still stuck on the fog outside as his brows furrow. The mullet haired man only shrugs as he gets out and fast walks into the warehouse, carrying his belongings with him.

The short haired Haitani pulls out both a cigarette and an intricate lighter that Rindou got him for a birthday present last year as he stands by the car. Lighting up his cigarette, Ran turns to Kakucho, noticing how quiet he had been the whole time.

"Are just going to sit there, Scarface?"

He humms, raising a thin brow at the unmoving executive.

"I'd get out but I don't want this fog screwing with my depth perception, I've only got one good eye, after all."

The blackette answers the purple haired man as he pulls out his phone and opens the weather app; completely ignoring the screams coming from the warehouse.

"Fog? Oh yeah, it is pretty foggy out he—"

The elder Haitani started, only to be cut off by a eerie baritone voice.

"My, what a lovely symphony to accompany this magnificent view... such a marvelous night this quaint little stroll turned out to be~."

The mysterious voice coos out.

The two Bonten executives flinch and immediately reach for their weapons, heads snapping in the direction the voice echoed from. Kakucho quickly exits the car with weapon drawn, not bothering to close the door in his alert state.

"Dear me, pointing such things at a stranger, I'm honored that you would threaten my life in such a way.~ Though I'm just a tad insulted, I'd truly prefer a slow paced and gorey demise.~"

The deep voice echos towards them once again as a tall figure shrouded in black emerges from the fog.

A man, dressed is all black old school English clothing, as far as they were aware, and holding a black lace parasol. He was tall and lanky with a very dark and ominous but non threatening aura, his blacked lips were pulled up into a mysterious smile.

The men were in shock; how the hell hadn't they noticed this guy before!? His presence was so intense that it would be impossible for the two, who are seasoned fighters, to miss him.

"How rude of me, I've neglected to introduce myself to you. I am [Surname] [Name], pleased to meet you two gentlemen."

The man now known as [Name], greeted the two as bowed graceful.

"This is no place for civilians; Bonten is conducting business here. Leave."

Kakucho, calming his nerves, orders the new comer, his gun unmoving from it's position pointing at their head.

Feeling no threat, Ran lowers his gun but doesn't put it away just in case something happens. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he grabs his phone out with his free hand, preparing to alert Sanzu of their unwelcome guest.

"What beings you here, Sweets?"

The elder Haitani purrs as he opens his contacts, directing his eyes towards [Name] instead of his phone screen.

"Hahaha, how cheeky you are. I'm simply here to take in the view, but it seems my presence has caused a bit of a fuss with you gentlemen."

[Name] chortles, readjusting his parasol to the other shoulder and giving it a little twirl by the handle.

Kakucho lowers his gun just so, taken aback at the strange man's words.

"The view? What?"

He mutters, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, as much as I would simply adore to stay here and take in the lingering death in the air, I must bid you adieu. Thing must be famished right about now."

The gothic man informed them as he turned on his heel and walked back into the mist.

Narrowed eyes followed his figure as he disappeared into the night...

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...and those eyes were Ran's.

The elder Haitani huffed out a quiet chuckle as he turned off his phone, his thumb hovering just above the call button on Sanzu's contact. Why bother informing Sanzu of this incident; if he did then surely the pinkette would spoil some potential fun he could have in the future. A smirk makes its way onto his lips; what an interesting guy.

Approaching footsteps draw his attention back towards the building. Ran turns to see a blood spattered Sanzu sporting a crazed grin.

"Aaaall done! Let's go, I got a couple pills o' ecstacy off the guy and 'm itchin' to take 'em."

The pinkette cheers as he opens the backseat passenger door and tosses his things inside.

"Damnit Sanzu, you'll get blood on my seats!"

Kakucho growls at the mullet haired man as he too gets into the car, leaning over the driver seat to face the pinkette.

Ran sweat drops. Yep; same shit different day.

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...and those eyes were Kakucho's.

The blackette returns his weapon to his back pocket, eyes still trained on the retreating figure. They had such a commanding and eerie presence about them and the half blind man couldn't help but draw parallels between them and a figure of his past. He couldn't help but want to know more about them and just who they were exactly. Maybe, just maybe, they would see each other in the near future.

Approaching footsteps draw his attention back towards the building. Kakucho turns to see a blood spattered Sanzu sporting a crazed grin.

"Aaaall done! Let's go, I got a couple pills o' ecstacy off the guy and 'm itchin' to take 'em."

The pinkette cheers as he opens the backseat passenger door and tosses his things inside.

"Damnit Sanzu, you'll get blood on my seats!"

The blackette growls at the mullet haired man as he too gets into the car, leaning over the driver seat to face the pinkette.

Ran laughed at the two in the background, dropping his cigarette and crushing it with his shoe before pocketing both his gun and phone.

Kakucho groans; he just replaced the seat covers...

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misc-obeyme · 10 months

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First Aid for Beel

What! Another daily chat scene so soon?? Yeah, I dunno, I should be working on my book but man sometimes I just gotta write some fluff, ya know? Anyway, I wanted to do a scene for Beel that wasn't about food, so here's this. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I don't think it's terrible? Anyway, Belphie's coming up next.

GN!MC x Beelzebub

Warnings: injury, blood

BEELZEBUB MC, could you bring me a first aid set?

MC Did you get hurt?

BEELZEBUB Yeah, I took a fall during club activities. I was hoping you could bring me some bandages and an antiseptic solution.

MC I'll head over straight away!

BEELZEBUB Thanks. But it's not a major injury, so there's no need to rush. I wouldn't want you falling down and getting hurt as well. I'll be waiting.

You were in the House of Lamentation when you received Beelzebub's message. Even though it said not to rush, you did anyway. The idea of Beel being hurt in any capacity was stressing you out. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, nearly colliding with Levi on your way back out. His shouts of protest didn't even register as you made your way to the front door.

You burst out of the House and started immediately toward RAD. You knew he was likely still out on the field behind RAD, where the sports teams did their various practices after school.

When you got to the field area, you looked around and it didn't take you long to spot him. There were certainly a lot of groups of demons around, most of them engaged in some kind of physical activity, but Beel's orange hair made him easy to find in any crowd. He was sitting down on the grass, watching the others as they went through various drills.

You made your way over to him, moving through groups of demons as you went. Some of them looked at you askance, but most people had probably figured out what you were doing there. Even if they hadn't, you didn't care in the slightest.

You finally reached Beel's side and dropped down beside him in the grass. He was wearing a practice uniform - black shorts and a black t-shirt with the RAD logo on it.

"What happened?" you asked, setting down the first aid kit next to you.

Beel smiled when he saw you. "MC. Thanks for coming. I just got scraped up a little. It's not a big deal."

Beel turned slightly so you could see his leg.

You gasped and reached out, your hands hovering uselessly over the injury. It was much worse than you had been anticipating. There were three deep large cuts going down Beel's leg from knee to ankle. The edges were jagged and they were seeping with dark blood. It was slowly running down the side of his calf, dripping onto the grass.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. "Beel! You said it wasn't a major injury!"

"It isn't," Beel said calmly, tilting his head in confusion.

"What happened?"

Beel rubbed at the back of his head. "I tripped over Gamigin and it startled him so much, he went into demon form. He's got some long claws and he tried to grab onto me to stop himself from falling, too. We both ended up falling."

You took out the antiseptic and frowned. Would the bandages in the first aid kit even be enough to deal with this? You glanced at Beel, who looked completely unbothered, then applied the antiseptic to the wounds as well as you could. Beel didn't react, only watched you.

"This may not seem like a big deal to you," you said as you worked. "But an injury like this would be very painful for a human. So you have to understand why I'm concerned."

"But I'm a demon, not a human," Beel said. "It's just a scratch to me."

You sighed, finishing with the antiseptic before moving on to the bandages. You wrapped them around Beel's leg, keeping them tight enough to stop the blood flow, but not so tight that it would be painful. Though you realized you could no longer be certain about Beel's pain tolerance levels.

"There," you said, as you tied the bandage. "That should be okay."

"Thanks, MC," Beel said. He blushed a little. "I really appreciate you coming out here to help me."

You sighed. "Of course I'll be here when you need me."

You weren't looking at Beel, your eyes still on his injured leg, your fingertips running along the edge of the bandage you had applied.

You were surprised to feel his arms around your shoulders. "It's okay, MC," he said. "You don't have to worry so much. I don't like seeing that look on your face."

Although you knew there were plenty of other students around to see, you returned Beel's embrace. You had to get on your knees to hug him properly, considering his large size. You nuzzled your face into his neck and sighed.

"I can't help it," you said. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

Beel chuckled, a low rumbling in his chest that somehow put you at ease. "I know, but I'm going to be okay. I have you to take care of me."

You leaned back, your hands on Beel's shoulders, his on your waist. You smiled at him, though you knew the worry was likely still visible on your face. You pressed a light kiss to his lips, then stood up.

"Can you walk? I think it's time to go home," you said.

You offered him a hand. He took it, but it was obvious he didn't need your help to stand.

"I'm all right," he said. "I can stay-"

"Absolutely not!" you interrupted. "You're coming home with me right now."

"But-"

"Don't argue," you said. You picked up the first aid kit and started off of the field toward home, tugging Beel along by his hand. He paused to grab his bag, which likely held his equipment and usual RAD uniform.

He seemed content to let you lead on, but you noticed the way his hand tightened around yours. You kept your fingers threaded with his as you began the walk back to the House of Lamentation.

You were halfway across campus in an area with few people and many trees when Beel stopped. You turned to him immediately, concerned that his leg was more painful than he had realized. But he just pulled you toward him, wrapping his arms around you. His bag had been dropped at his feet.

"I meant what I said, MC," he said quietly, his eyes locked with yours. "You really don't have to worry so much. It's a minor injury for me, just like I said."

You smiled. "You can say that until you're blue in the face, but I'm going to worry about you all the same."

Beel blushed then, a soft pink dusting across his cheeks. You kissed him again and this time, you lingered a bit before pulling away, your hands clasped tightly as you continued on your way home.

others in this series:

Mammon | Barbatos | Solomon | Lucifer | Simeon

Leviathan | Asmodeus | Diavolo | Belphegor | Satan

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robins-egg-bindery · 1 year

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ever in your favor by @iron--spider

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

fic by @iron--spider

art by @angel-gidget

624 pages / 153,984 words

Title Font: PP Hatton, Rustic Printed

Body Fonts: Californian FB, Moonglade, Bebas Neue, War Is Over, Architects Daughter

More on the process below the cut!

I have...SO much to say about this project! This fic was one that I've wanted to do ever since I started fanbinding, and it was one I saved until my technical skills caught up with my vision for the book. @iron--spider is my favorite author and a wonderful friend, and I wanted to be able to do this masterwork justice!

Given that it's a Hunger Games AU, I wanted to touch on the Hunger Games aesthetic while still being unique. I started with the cover; I knew I wanted red and yellow, something bold and evocative of the Iron Man, Spiderman vibe. It also doubles as an implication of the blood spilt during the games, especially in volume II - when Peter actually enters the games. I chose the spider for the cover, and painted it on the cover paper with inky black paint; I cut a stencil, and while the images did have some drippy areas, I don't mind it so much. It's meant to look like graffiti, Peter's symbol that the people of the Districts scrawl everywhere they can get away with it.

In turn, I also experimented with a paint pen on this one of the titling, done on the spine piece, which is black Better Than Goat leather! Again, I went in with a stencil, and opted for blockier letters, like something you might see spray painted onto a wall.

The endpapers are custom; I messed around with a weird cityscape I found and came out with the image you see above. The setting for the games is a futuristic city, much like MCU NYC would be, complete with an Avengers Stane tower.

And then of course, there's the typeset itself! The Hunger Games books don't have particularly striking typesets, but I did go for the dystopian vibe with the Rustic Printed font on the chapter numbers, and Moonglade for the chapter titles, giving it a very industrial feel.

It was also a pleasure to include the art that @angel-gidget did for the fic as well! Her book covers are so gorgeous and I love her manip style so much <3 I also included the short drabble @iron--spider did on her Tumblr, a post-story snack-sized fic, as well as a meta question she answered via her asks that I thought was particularly interesting. The District guide at the back, including what Districts each character belongs to and whether or not they are deceased was interesting to put together, and I hope I didn't make any mistakes!

Last, but certainly not least, this book was the first one I was able to do really nice headbands on. Shoutout to @morningstarbindery who helped me learn how! They look phenomenal and I never would have figured it out on my own <3

I'm excited for everyone to see these books! One day I'll have all your works on my shelf ;)

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rxmqnova · 9 months

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Peter?!

Y/N: 14 years old Peter: 16 years old Wanda: mama Nat: mom Story: Y/N finds out Peter is Spider-man… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV This year has been crazy for Natasha and Wanda. Their daughter Y/N has started high school which both women hate, cause their little girl is growing up. Especially when their little girl started talking about this one boy from higher grade who also happens to be her friend. It's obvious that the girl has a huge crush on him.

Wanda finds it sweet that her daughter has a first crush, but Natasha hates it. Y/N's her little girl and she wants to stay it like that for as long as possible.

"What are you guys doing after school?" Ned asks his friends. Peter and Ned have been Y/N's closest friends ever since she met them her first school day. Just like the two boys, she's not really popular. Yes, her mothers are Avengers, but the girl is using a fake surname just to stay safe as her mothers wanted it.

"I got that job at Stark's" Peter says on which Y/N furrows her brows. Peter has mentioned a few times something about his Stark's intership, but Y/N still hasn't figured out what that is. She's pretty sure her uncle doesn't employ kids at Stark's industries.

"What exactly are you even doing there?" Y/N question, trying to figure this whole thing up. Once she's after something, she won't stop. That's something she got after Natasha.

"You know… just stuff they tell me to do" Peter shrugs, but it's definitely not an answer Y/N wanted to hear.

"Like what?" The girl asks, curiousness getting the best out of her. She could just read his mind and find out as she has powers like Wanda, but she has a deal with her mama not to do that. One time she did it to pass a test and Wanda somehow knew right after the girl came home, so Y/N decided to better respect her mother's wish. "Just some stuff. Hm.. I-I gotta go now or I'll be late. See you later!" Peter waves and leaves, leaving Y/N completely confused.

Y/N makes an excuse why she can't come with Ned and makes her way out of the school. Her aunt Yelena is already waiting in the car for her, so the young witch just slips in the passenger seat.

Yelena isn't one of the Avengers just yet, so it should be fine if Y/N is seen with her. The blonde agreed to help in some fights, but she only just got out of the Red Room a few months ago, so she's still enjoying her life without any commitment such as the Avengers.

The two make it home safely and Y/N immediately goes to the kitchen, knowing her mama is there by the smell of her favorite paprikash.

"Hi there, my little monkey" Wanda smiles at her daughter who hugs her mama tightly, receiving a kiss on a forehead.

"Hi, mama" Y/N smiles back before turning around and spotting Natasha sitting on the bar stool. "Hi, mommy" She smiles at her other mother who gives her a smile back and greets her back. "Mama, can I have that when is done?" Y/N asks with puppy eyes, pointing at the paprikash Wanda's been cooking.

"Sure, baby" Wanda smiles before turning her attention back to the food.

Y/N makes her way to Natasha's arms, hugging her tightly while Natasha kisses the top of her daughter's head. There's nothing Y/N loves more than hugs from her moms.

"How was at school?" Natasha asks with a smile, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

"Boring as usual" Y/N sighs before remembering the thing with Peter. "Although… I think Peter's lying about his job at uncle Tony's, cause he's been acting super weird about it when I asked him"

"Guys, we have a new Avenger. Tony wants us all in the meeting room" Steve informs before disappearing. Wanda turns off the stove as her paprikash is done and together with Natasha and Y/N walks to the meeting room.

Y/N sits between her moms, getting cuddles from both of them immediately. Tony then walks into the meeting room with the boy Y/N only just said goodbye to at school.

"Guys, this is our new Aven-" Tony starts, but gets cut out by the youngest one of them.

"Peter?" Y/N asks, Peter locking his eyes with his friend.

"Y/N? Wha-What are you doing here?" Peter asks confused, Y/N also tilting her head in confusion.

"Me? What are you doing here? You're the new Avenger?" Y/N blurts out, surprised her friend hasn't told her anything.

"Yes, squish" Tony agrees, using his nickname for Y/N which makes the girl roll her eyes. "If you let me finish I'd tell you that Peter Parker is our new addition to the team. You might know him as Spider-man" He finishes, making Y/N even more confused. Peter is Spider-man?!

"You are Spider-man? Why didn't you tell me anything? You're my best friend" The confused girl blurts out, Natasha hiding her smirk as she'll be able to control what's going on between her daughter and Peter now.

"I see… so this is the Peter" Wanda smirks, Y/N giving her a glare and Peter tilting his head in confusion.

"Wait. What are you doing here?" Peter asks again.

"Kids, you can talk about this later" Tony rolls his eyes, getting impatient.

Y/N rolls her eyes too, leaning to Natasha who wraps an arm around her little girl and kisses the top of her head. Tony explains how will everything work, how will it be with missions for Peter and stuff which isn't exactly interesting for Y/N as she's not an Avenger… yet.

Once Tony is done with his speech, Y/N is ripped out of her daydreaming and follows everyone out of the room, rushing to Peter.

"Why didn't you tell me anything? How did you even get the powers? Oh my god, does Ned know?" Y/N blurts out as soon as she reaches Peter.

"Me? Why didn't you tell me anything? What are you even doing here? You're not an Avenger and you don't have powers" Peter says, looking at Y/N completely confused.

"I do have powers… I'm just not allowed to use them. I would beat your ass in less than 10 minutes" Y/N says, pulling out a smirk similar to her mothers' smirks. "And I live here, my moms-"

"Y/N/N, honey, do you want the paprikash?" Wanda calls from the kitchen, cutting Y/N's sentence off.

"Yes, please! Thanks, mama!" Y/N calls back.

"Just so you know, if you land your hands on my daughter, I'll beat your ass myself. And I don't care you're only 16" Natasha being the overprotective mother she is, she warns Peter, wrapping her arm around Y/N protectively.

"Mooom" Y/N groans in response, mentally slapping herself for talking about Peter in front of her overprotective mothers. -------------------- I didn't know how to end this…

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residentdormouse · 4 months

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Find the Words...

... (and the theme)!

Dangerous game you're playing @mrsmungus, tagging me in this. I can hear the train whistles in the distance, and feel the vibration in the tracks... Gotta get my ticket ready, I suppose.

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you're given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story of you want. But honestly, guidelines at best - do what you want.

My words to find: honey, calm, trust, shimmer, darkness, fall, crime, portable, stain, crisp.

(It's not a slam, but I heard honey crisp apples shimmering in the darkness of a calm fall night, and I'm stubbornly sticking with the Autumn theme.)

No Pressure Tags: @imagine-you @cxttlefishcxller @asirensrage @athenswrites (don't feel the need to join in if you don't want, but saw your writblr post, and figured I'd send you one) And of course, sending this right back at you, @mrsmungus. Tag, you're it.

As always - OPEN TAG - if you'd like to join in!

Your words are: White, Cold, Snow, Frost, Ice, Gloves, Hat, Cocoa (or Tea), Blanket, Snuggle/cuddle (or any variation of this)

Excerpts below the cut...

I only have a small amount written ahead for my original story WIP 'Close to the Vale', so most of this will probably still be from the 'Wonderland' fanfiction series ('Something Like a Spiral' and 'Just Keep Diving Down'. I'll give Close first priority though.

Honey: (I was worried about this, but apparently my 'Diving' OC Lauffey has a proclivity for using this word. That said, I also found it in a section that allows me to post 'Fuck off, Flagg' and I can't resist.)

While outwardly charming, maliciousness shown through in the minute details on his face. She should have known this was going to be a big game to him. Cat and mouse, it was his favorite. Fortunately, it seemed like the typical roles were reversed at the moment. "Fuck off, Flagg." "Always so rude. You catch more bees with honey, you know…" If she could have kept all her other memories and just erased him, took away everything about this nightmare of a man, well it would have been a tempting offer. The bubbling anger building up inside her was now a known response to interactions with him. Fear was somewhere close behind, though she wasn’t looking to give him that satisfaction anymore.

Calm: (Two chapters down in 'Close' - Not used in connection with who I thought it would be though...)

"You know him?" The reply was calm and level headed. The same could not be said of the more visible distressed man to his right. "Please. If– If you know anything that could, I mean, anything that help us find—" The picture of another younger man was thrust at her. Same raven hair, same chocolate eyes. Slight differences, but clear relation. Brother most like. He had a striking smile, and she would have been charmed if not for the small tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. Plain as day, just as Paul had said. She may not know this particular man, but she knew where he’d be.

Trust: (found in a short section I wrote for farther ahead in 'Close'. This could potentially change a fair deal. First drafts and all.)

“And you were just going to politely ask me to leave everything. My life? My home?! We were only there to look for you, you know.” “Yeah, I know. Trust me, I fucking know.”

Shimmer: (wow... it's a Flagg day I suppose - pulled this from 'Spiral')

He moved close enough that only inches remained between them, and a chill emanated from his presence. Conflicting to the nature of their conversation, he gently brushed a stray lock of her hair back behind her ear. "I don't need to be your enemy." Despite the chill, his breath was hot against her face, and she braced herself for any attack that followed. But it never came. In a shimmer of smoke, he was gone. Nothing. Emptiness. She let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "But I have no problem filling the role if that's how you want to play the game."

Darkness: (Might as well let him run with it... Another Flagg burst from 'Diving')

She didn't know where it came from, certainly didn't call for it, but sympathy for the man in front of her shook her resolve momentarily. For somebody with a positive nature, lighter memories are going to pull first. Bright memories to shine through. And there was most likely a larger abundance of them. It's what makes them who they are. Flagg was an embodiment of darkness. What must have happened to turn somebody into this? How does one make a monster such as him? What memories haunted him most? This paired with Rayna’s lack of delicacy. Ruthlessness. "I'm sorry."

Fall: (Not the fall I was imagining, but its all 'Close' has so far.)

Once outside the stuffy office, she found herself easily falling in step next to him. Silence dominated the first few feet. To say she didn’t know where to begin was an understatement. When she came here, she hoped to be leaving with these papers, but not under these circumstances. Not through this exact chain of events. That said, she certainly wasn’t complaining about the change in course. Damsel in distress was not her M.O., but if it led her here, it couldn’t be all bad.

Crime: (Not going to lie - very first draft and not even a completed chapter of 'Close' - has the potential to change a LOT. But I did say I was giving this first crack.)

Why wasn't the general public angry? The security cameras picked up a tattoo on the man leaving the building at the estimated time of the crime. A tattoo known to be a mark of the downtown gangbanger shitheads that were a thorn in many sides. A menace in their own backyard. Shouldn't they want a resolution? A safer community?

Portable: (From 'Spiral' again. Flagg is really showing up today...)

Food, drink, frivolity. Everything was planned out thoroughly. The pavilion was decked out with small lights. A portable generator Glen had found was fired up. But her mind was on her task: Ad Hoc Committee welcome and rundown on the darker agenda. Find out what Larry knew about Flagg, and fill in what blanks she could.

Stain: (Yup, just letting him take it over I suppose... From later in 'Diving' Also snagged a bonus 'shimmer'.)

“It's over now. Do you think anybody here cares about…" her hands waved quickly about him, highlighting his new appearance. "Nobody cares here. Not about that. But that?" Another movement to indicate at her wounds. To the new red stains on her clothing. "That behavior we do care about, and will not be tolerating, do you understand? This is a place of acceptance. All kinds. And we do not fight our own here." A shimmer of bright red flashed over his eyes before it fell to the duller shade. The rigidity in his stance faded away. All outward appearances were reverting back to the carefree persona he usually adopted, as if he were unaffected by the actions surrounding him. Actions from those he surely considered beneath him. But he had shown his cards. He cared. And he hurt.

Crisp: (Well now it just feels weird not having Flagg. Pulled from the last section of 'Diving'.)

Her duster was hanging on the coat rack, and she grabbed it before heading back out. So much for taking a breather from it all, not that she had breath to take. The show must go on; best get back to it before somebody started ad-libbing something she wouldn’t be prepared to say yes to. The night air was crisp on her skin, and she welcomed the cold for a moment. Feeling it on her face was a welcome change from the mornings. Layers upon layers to protect from the hazards of being her. Daytime hours were meant to be her reprieve; she wasn’t built for this nonstop push, but there was little option. Protection was what mattered now. Moving people away, stopping the internal fighting, trying to find what weakness that could be exploited. The thoughts swirled in her head as she walked the dirt path towards the outskirts, but they didn’t have long to sink in. Rumination ended with an explosion, and a burst of light.

#you started this #and I will take no responsibility #for running off the tracks #or on if we're keeping the analogy #alitteration station is just down the tracks #from these theme schemes #mouse is back on her nonsense #mouse's tag games and reblogs #Close to the Vale #Jumping to Wonderland #Something like a Spiral #Just Keep Diving Down

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Caught on Camera - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: bullying

word count: 900

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“Are you serious? Why would you hang out with Shams?”, I complained.

“Why shouldn't I?”, Nadeen shot back. “Sarah just dropped me out of the blue. At least Shams doesn't care what others think about her. She seems to be reliable.”

We were on our way to a table to eat lunch together. Actually I had looked forward to it until Nadeen had enlightened me about her weekend.

How was I supposed to warn Nadeen about Shams without talking about Sham's filming? After all we had a deal.

“You just said that she doesn't care about what other people think. Do you really want a friend who doesn't care about your opinion?”, I inquired.

“(f/n) … what is your problem with Shams?”, Nadeen questioned.

I stared at her dumbfounded for a second, not sure of an answer.

Before I could think of one, I suddenly bumped into someone.

Last second I managed to get control over my tray to avoid spilling my food.

To my surprise it was Sarah. But of course she was not alone due to her newest fame. Tasneem, Hiba and their friends were with her.

“(f/n), I'm sorry! Are you okay?”, she immediately apologized.

“Yeah, it's okay. I'm sorry, too. I wasn't really paying attention where I was going”, I confessed.

We sent each other a short smile as a sign that we were not holding a grudge over it or anything.

When I tried to move on, Hiba intervened by placing her arm in front of me.

But instead of addressing me, she started talking to Sarah: “Are you kidding? You're at the top of the food chain now. You don't have to let her get away with this without consequences.”

Then she emptied her full cup of water over my head, draining my whole upper body as well as the food I was still holding in front of me.

“What the hell?”, Nadeen exclaimed.

I was too shocked to react at first.

Sarah was looking apologetically at me, but did not intervene either.

As a turmoil of emotions was bubbling up inside of me, I put down my tray and hurried to the bathroom.

On my way I noticed Shams sitting at a table on her own as usually, her camera in hands. Of course she had filmed the incident!

Tears of anger were pricking at the corner of my eyes as we glared at each other, before I continued my way.

When I arrived in the bathroom I slipped out of my shirt and placed it onto the sink to wring out my wet hair. Then I moved on to drying the shirt under the hand dryer.

It was no use though. It would take forever to dry it up.

I flinched as I heard the door open and quickly held the shirt in front of me to cover myself.

“You gotta be kidding me! What are you doing here?”, I yelled at Shams. “Can you please just leave and use another bathroom?”

“No, I'm here because of you. I ...”

I did not give her a chance to explain herself and instead interrupted her: “What? You didn't want to miss out on filming the continuation of the incident before? What were you hoping to see? Do you want me to break down? Or did you wanna film me without my shirt on?”

“Why are you always so aggressive toward me?”, she wondered. Her voice was surprisingly calm and stoic.

“Well, you always seem to be there during my worst moments, filming everything. I just saw you filming the incident with Hiba as well. And now you're even hanging out with Nadeen. She's my only true friend”, I ranted.

“I did film the incident”, she confirmed. “But it's not you who's looking bad in that scene, but Hiba. And I wouldn't show it to anyone without your consent … as I already promised. Neither did I film anything that happened in the changing room last week. And by the way, I didn't mean to steal Nadeen away from you or anything. She just seems cool and was having a hard time. So I figured we could hang out and maybe become friends. And right now I just wanted to check on you after Hiba was being such a bitch. But if you just want to keep on hating me, I guess I'll leave.”

Shams turned around and grabbed the door handle.

“Wait!”, I called out. “I'm sorry.”

She faced me again, her hand still on the door handle.

“You're right. I was being a jerk”, I admitted. “I only wanted to see the version of you I had pictured in my mind. Honestly I'm not even sure why.”

Shams let go of the handle and fidgeted something out of her bag.

“You can borrow it if you want to”, she offered me a spare shirt. “I don't think yours is gonna dry in time for the next lesson if you don't put it outside in the sun. And you can't really go out without wearing it. So ...”

Hesitantly I took the shirt from her. I thanked her with a shy smile.

She smiled back at me and I had to admit that it was kinda cute.

Suddenly I wondered why I had pushed her away to begin with.

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Thanks to sunwoniie for the suggestions again! I hope u all like the story so far. Feel free to send more asks!

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finkinthisfrew · 8 months

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Anything (Pt.43)

cw: stranger danger, roofies, hinting at SA

"I don't know, Matty... You really think I should go?" I asked uneasily as I fiddled with the edge of his shirt. I'd raided his closet this time for my going-out outfit and settled on a vintage jersey that seemed quite precious to Matty- he chattered excitedly about finding the rare jersey of his favourite football team on a vintage reseller website for a good deal, and when I'd put it on, he froze midsentence, then sighed happily before launching into a stream of compliments. After I got out of the shower, I tugged it on over a fitted pair of his black boxer briefs which, peeking out from under the jersey, looked just like a regular pair of cotton shorts. Considering how predictable and territorial (albeit endearing) of a man he was, I'd figured that there was no way Matty could fuss over my outfit if I was wearing all of his clothes- and I was right. He looked so proud when I finally slipped back into his view in my completed outfit. I'd left my hair down in its curly shag and slipped on the pair of black knee-high boots I was thrilled to have realized I left at Matty's last week, then quickly threw on a subtle brown smokey eye to finish it all off.

"Yes. I really do," Matty reassured me with gentle firmness. He'd spent the last half hour talking me out of bailing on Juliette tonight. Even though I'd had a lot of fun last night, I still felt uneasy about integrating myself into a group of girls- even if I really liked one of them. Juliette made me feel comfortable being myself, and it took Matty reminding me that multiple times to get to this point.

When I didn't respond, he cocked his head to the side before offering me a little smile.

"Besides, what would you do if you didn't go?" Matty asked.

"Beg you to Facetime me for the whole concert?" I offered miserably.

Matty chuckled.

"Even if I did that, I'm getting on a flight right after- remember? And as much as I'd like to keep you company- oh no, not that gorgeous pout again," he said sadly at my now protruding lower lip. "You know you'll have fun, darling, you just need a little push out the door!" He offered comfortingly.

"Yeah, you're right..." I conceded. I inhaled deeply and sighed heavily as I returned to fiddling with the hem of Matty's shirt.

I watched as Matty turned to the voice that called his name in the background, then nod before turning back to smile at me sorely.

"I've got to go, love," he said regrettably, his eyes full of sadness. "Show's starting."

"Okay..." I responded in a small voice. I didn't want to go, and I especially didn't want to end this phone call.

We sat in silence for a minute and I tried my best not to cry like the baby I felt I was in that moment.

"Did I tell you how sexy you look?" Matty said with a cheeky half-smile, some of his familiar sparkle returning to his eyes.

"Not too sexy?" I asked jokingly, my uncertainty present in my voice.

"No," Matty said sweetly with a warm smile. "Just enough."

We spent too long saying goodbye and staring wistfully at each other, the call only ending when George started smacking the top of Matty's head over and over and Matty finally gave in out of annoyance.

"Text me whenever you want and I'll call you after I get off stage if you'd like," he said, his eyes tender amidst his winces from the rhythmic smacks from George's hands.

"Yes please," I nodded. "And fuck off George, if you're jealous of my attention you can just ask for it," I added teasingly in an effort to get him to stop hitting Matty.

"Not gonna work on me, love! We've gotta go! Say bye Anna!" He grinned down at me widely as he used his free hand to wave goodbye. I caught Matty rolling his eyes before he smiled at me one last time.

I took a deep breath and steadied myself on the edge of Matty's bed, then as I exhaled, I chucked my keys in my purse and jogged down the stairs before I could change my mind and set up camp on Matty's couch for the evening.

As the cool evening air hit me, filling my lungs with new excitement and replacing the stale air of fear that lingered from earlier, I texted Juliette quickly to let her know I was on my way before descending into my neighbourhood's subway station.

It was a few hours later, and my body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. I'd decided to take it easy with my drinking and had only just finished my second rum and coke of the night when I left Juliette and the others on the dancefloor to grab myself another drink.

The night had been so amazing so far. All types of people were here from all over town, all with one common goal: to dance away their worries and let loose. The live music was incredible- the singers all had amazing voices and hyped up the crowd, the horn section adding an unbeatable layer of energy to the whole experience. I didn't want to stop dancing, but I needed a breather anyways, so I reluctantly walked over to the bar, pushing past swarms of drunk and happy people as I went.

As I reached the bar, I noticed I was feeling a bit drunker than I realized, cursing myself for forgetting to eat dinner. Deciding I wanted to slow down in order to avoid yet another hangover in the morning, I ordered a Coke with the bartender. I checked my phone as I waited for them to pour my drink and was delighted to find that Matty had sent me a few texts a few minutes ago.

Just got off stage! Hope you're having the time of your life, darling <3 I love you

Haven't gotten any selfies yet- hope you haven't forgotten about me ;) Let me know you're okay when you have a second!

As I reached for my drink from the bartender I heard an unfamiliar voice lean into my ear.

"I've never seen you here, and I'd remember a gorgeous face like yours- are you new?" said the low husky voice.

I turned to find a tall, scruffy broad-shouldered man. I'd noticed him earlier standing close to our booth- he was quite strikingly handsome, making the group of girls I was with giggle incessantly over him, but he wasn't really my cup of tea. His eyes were a brilliant clear blue, flashing brightly behind long dark eyelashes. I almost flinched when we made eye contact. He gave the impression that he knew he was handsome with the way he looked me up and down so confidently. I put my phone back in my pocket and had to hold back a ferocious eye roll as I cringed internally.

"Nope," I lied bluntly. I didn't want to entertain this man for a moment longer, so I turned to walk back to the girls, but I felt the man grip my arm. I stumbled slightly, losing my balance from the alcohol in my system, but steadied myself with the help of the bar stool next to me.

"Where are you going, poppet? I just wanted a friendly chat, what's the problem?" he cooed, tilting his head innocently with a small smile. I could tell he knew it looked charming, but I wasn't fooled.

"Sorry, I just really need to find the toilets," I lied again, this time with my own charming smile. This man gave me the ickiest vibes and all I wanted to do was get out of his line of sight and carry on with my night without starting any problems.

"Come find me after, yeah?" he said with a wink. I plastered a friendly smile on my face in response before I managed a pleasant-looking nod, then bolted in the direction of the washrooms.

As I pushed my way through the crowds, I realized more and more how drunk I was, stumbling past clumps of sweaty dancing bodies. I glanced behind me and saw the man slowly maneuvering his way in my direction.

When I reached the hall where the bathrooms were, I ducked down behind a group, nearly falling over onto the ground, then rushed in the other direction. When I reached the other end of the bar, I scanned the crowd to find I'd lost the man. I sighed in relief and as my worry melted away, the wooziness started to take over me.

Confused by my intoxicated state, I started to search for Juliette and the rest of the girls, but I couldn't see any of them either. I realized Juliette had probably made my drinks doubles without telling me, and I told myself I'd scold her when I found her. I stumbled around the edges of the dancefloor but no matter where I went, the girls were nowhere to be found. My arm suddenly felt too tired to hold up my Coke. I frantically scanned the crowd again, feeling more panicked by my rapidly growing intoxicated state. I didn't notice as my drink slipped out of my loose grip and splattered on the floor and all over my boots. My body felt exhausted, and I leaned my back against the edge of the booth behind me.

As I leaned against the hard wood of the booth, I realized my phone had been vibrating in my pocket. I fumbled with my phone as I pulled it out. I tried to answer it but between my half-shut woozy eyes, and my fingers which seemed to no longer work properly, it took forever to finally answer the call.

"Hello?" I answered weakly.

I could hear Matty's voice, and I saw the shape of his beautiful face on my phone screen, making me smile. My heart was full of warmth and joy, but as I continued to stare at the screen, I realized I couldn't process what he was saying. And my body- it felt heavier and heavier by the second. I felt so confused and tired. I turned to see a giant pile of coats laying in the booth behind me and collapsed onto it. I held up my phone and began to tear up, upset that I couldn't understand what Matty was saying- nothing was making sense.

"What's happening? I feel drunk but I'm not," I asked. I could tell I was slurring my words, but I couldn't control it.

I heard his voice respond, but things made even less sense. I couldn't process what Matty was saying, and the loud music and crowd that roared around me made it even more difficult.

"Matty, I'm scared," I slurred again into the phone amidst tears, trying to aim for the mouthpiece, but the phone slipped out of my hand as I lost control of my grip.

"Matty come back," I said as I lay my head on the pile, a heavy sleep slowly dragging me down.

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the sound of Matty's voice yelling faintly as a pair of hands clamped over my waist

"C'mere, poppet, let's have some fun..."

My eyes closed shut as the darkness engulfed all my senses.

#lovers #at their very best #matty the 1975 #bfiafl #tender #love #the 1975 #fanfiction #fanfic #matty healy #matty #matty 1975 #matty smut #matty x reader #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy smut

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perspectivestarters · 8 months

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo (Part I)

ALL-AMERICAN BITCH

I pay attention to things that most people ignore.

I'm alright with the movies that make jokes 'bout senseless cruelty, that's for sure.

I am built like a mother and a total machine.

I feel for your every little issue.

I make light of the darkness.

I've got sun in my motherfuckin' pocket.

I forgive, and I forget.

I know my age, and I act like it.

I got class and integrity.

I'm a perfect all-American bitch.

I know my place, and this is it.

I don't get angry when I'm pissed.

I'm the eternal optimist. I scream inside to deal with it.

Oh my fucking god.

I'm grateful all the time.

I'm sexy, and I'm kind.

I'm pretty when I cry.

BAD IDEA RIGHT?

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months.

I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up.

I'm sensing some undertone.

I'm right here with all my friends.

You're sending me your new address?

I know we're done.

I know we're through

God, when I look at you...

I should probably not.

It's a bad idea, right?

Fuck it, it's fine.

Yes, I know that he's my ex.

Can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend.

The biggest lie I ever said.

I just tripped and fell into his bed.

I know I should stop, but I can't.

I told my friends I was asleep.

I never said where or in whose sheets.

I'm sure I've seen much hotter men, but I really can't remember when.

VAMPIRE

How's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?

Just what you wanted.

Look at you, cool guy, you got it.

I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes.

Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise.

I loved you truly.

You gotta laugh at the stupidity.

I've made some real big mistakes, but you make the worst one look fine.

I should've known it was strange.

I used to think I was smart, but you made me look so naive.

You sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me.

Every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad news.

God, I hate the way I called them crazy too.

You're so convincing

How do you lie without flinching?

Can't figure out just how you do it and god knows I never will.

Went for me and not her 'cause girls your age know better.

You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?

You can't love anyone 'cause that would mean you had a heart.

I tried to help you out.

How you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand.

LACY

Skin like puff pastry.

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

Did I ever tell you that I’m not doin' well?

Like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time.

It takes over my life.

I see you everywhere.

The sweetest torture one could bear.

I'm losin’ it lately.

I feel your compliments likе bullets on skin.

Aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

Like ribbons in your hair, my stomach's all in knots.

You got the one thing that I want.

It's like you're made of angel dust.

It's like you're out to get me.

You poison every little thing that I do

I just loathe you lately.

I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you.

I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you.

BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOL GIRL

I don't think I get along with anyone.

I'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke.

Feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones.

So I guess I should go...

The party's done, and I'm no fun.

I told secrets I shouldn't tell.

I stumbled over all my words.

I made it weird.

I made it worse.

Each time I step outside, it's social suicide.

I laughed at the wrong time.

I talkеd to this hot guy, swore I was his type.

Guess that he was makin' out with boys, like, the whole night.

Everything I do is tragic.

Every guy I like is gay.

Oh, god, what did I say?

I'm shocked I'm still alive.

MAKING THE BED

Want it, so I got it.

Another thing I ruined I used to do for fun.

I thought it, so I said it.

Another day pretending I'm older than I am.

Another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine.

Another thing I forced to be a sign.

Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am.

Push away all the people who know me the best.

It's me who's been makin' the bed.

I'm so tired of bein' the girl that I am.

Every good thing has turned into somethin' I dread.

I'm playin' the victim so well in my head.

I read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control.

I tell someone I love them just as a distraction.

They tell me that they love me like I'm some tourist attraction.

They're changin' my machinery, and I just let it happen.

I got the things I wanted, it's just not what I imagined.

Counting all of the beautiful things I regret.

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changingplumbob · 7 months

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Knightstone Household: Chapter 6, Part 1

I know Silas starts as an infant here when he's a toddler on the Knightstone character page, but that's because I wrote this before I set about taking the photos. *flashbacks of leaving Twitter and finding the clean oceans of Spoutible*

Oh, also, my game is mostly maxis match. I wanted my aliens to look different so you'll see them around with alpha hair.

Paranoid sims, such as Suzanna, are aware they're living in a simulation.

Next up, the Knightstone household aka the aliens. Yes, it is time for me to again do battle with my great nemesis, modular shelving that disappears into household inventory. When I loaded in some plumbing was broken but I am NOT acknowledging it as an omen.

Suzanna is currently level 8 in the scientist career, but wants to reach level 10 as soon as possible so she can set up a portal to visit Sixam. Adam who is still dealing with his anger over being "left behind" in a human just wants to give the aliens a piece of his mind

Silas (who has made me even more obsessed with infants since the alien noises are 10x the normal cute) is a couple of days away from toddlerhood. For now he is a wiggly infant who hates wake up time and pulls the cutest pouts known to human or alien.

Adam: Okay starlight, time to rise and shine

Suzanna: Already?

Adam: Come on, we can't lie here forever

Suzanna: We could try

Adam: I need to make breakfast, the fridge is almost empty

Suzanna: Ever heard of cereal

Adam: Who knows what is in cereal really?

Suzanna gets the last bowl of food while Adam begins to cook. When she is finished she decides now is the time to have a proper conversation, he's more zen when he's cooking.

Suzanna: Adam?

Adam: Yes

Suzanna: I've been thinking, Silas will be a toddler soon

Adam: He will

Suzanna: I want to have another baby

Adam: We've talked about this

Suzanna: I know you don't want kids

Adam: It's adding to the alien agenda

Suzanna: We don't know if there is any alien agenda

Adam: How could there not be? They force humans to carry us to term

Adam: They are slowly building up our numbers here

Suzanna: Even if they are we don't know why

Adam: We know whoever is in charge is fine with leaving babies. Fine with having them figure out how to be aliens alone, on a world that constantly tries to uncover them

Suzanna: I know how we grew up hurts you

Adam: Shunted to the foster home by fathers who were ashamed to carry us, yes it hurts

Suzanna: But you can't let that hurt define us, dictate what we can do with our lives

Adam: Having another kid when we don't even know why we're here?

Suzanna: No answer will make the hurt go away, and our kids will have both of us to help understand

Adam: You're determined

Suzanna: I am. We made Silas together, you and me, and sure he's not perfect but no kid is

Adam: Hold on I never said Silas isn't perfect

Suzanna: He always wakes up grumpy though

Adam: Like someone else I know

Suzanna: Fair point. You may not have wanted him but you loved him as soon as you saw him

Adam: Meaning?

Suzanna: They have ultrasounds now

Adam: I'm not following

Suzanna: You can see them sooner

Adam: You think sooner exposure will help my feelings?

Suzanna: I believe so

Adam: I can't pretend I'll be happy about it before they're here

Suzanna: You are brooder in chief

Adam: You want to have another one so soon though?

Suzanna: I don't want a giant age gap between them

Adam: Okay, we can try. I never want you to be unhappy

Suzanna: I know, have I told you I love you today?

Adam: You tell me everyday Starlight

Suzanna: Okay I gotta have a shower before Silas wakes up, see you in a bit

Adam: *to self* your love keeps me sane

Suzanna spends some time just watching Silas before he wakes up, enjoying the sound of his soft snores. It's not long though, as Silas soon wakes up and does indeed wake up grumpy.

Suzanna: Hello there starshine, are we having another bad morning?

Silas: *frowns*

Adam throws on his disguise before heading out for his morning run while Suzanna does her best to comfort Silas. His smile is very temporary this morning however, so after he bursts into tears again Suzanna decides the best thing to do is get on with their routine

Quick change, where the heck did the helicopter come from? Quick cuddle, then breakfast time. Silas has tried two finger foods so far and this morning Suzanna will introduce him to the third.

Suzanna: These are banana chips starshine

Silas: Nana?

Suzanna: Banana

Silas: Ba na na

Suzanna: Yes Silas that's right!

Silas: Ba nana ba nana

Suzanna: You have to put it in your mouth now, come on, open up

After the first taste Silas enthusiastically tucks in, somehow smearing his face with gunk despite the food being solid, infants are mysterious

Suzanna: Time to go to the garden, let's get you clean

Silas: Mummy, plants mummy?

Suzanna: Yes! Plants. Here come the bubbles!

Silas: *giggles*

Suzanna: Is that fun? Did you have fun?

Silas: Fun! Mummy fun, pops fun

Adam: That's my son!

Adam needs to level up in writing before his next promotion so after finishing his daily column he fits in some practice. In the backyard Suzanna is busy tending to her garden with Silas in the back carrier. Silas approves of this and happily babbles away to her while she works.

Suzanna: Whoops, we're a bit late for lunch starshine, better just have a bottle

Silas: Banana

Suzanna: Not right now. Milk. Mmmilk

Silas: Mmmilk

Suzanna: That's a good boy, drink up

Silas: Mmmilk yum yum

Suzanna: Yeah, can you finish it all?

Silas: *guzzles*

Suzanna gives Silas a burp only to find out he's still in his happy spitter phase. Some of the milk makes a quick exit out the way it went in.

Silas: urped

Suzanna: It's okay Silas, everyone has burped before, even us aliens

Silas: Bet her

Suzanna: You feel better now?

Suzanna: Would you like to play or nap?

Silas: *smiles*

Suzanna: Can we use our words, huh?

Silas: plap

Suzanna: Glad we cleared that up, I think it's nap time though

Suzanna starts another round of her nonsense story. It may not make sense but Silas doesn't know that.

Suzanna uses the time Silas is napping to work with the microscope. She has most of the prints (from plants, fossils, gems) but still needs to earn ones from general microscope use. She has already maxed her logic skill so this is just because she's a geek

Adam: Damn, you do look so cute sleeping

Silas: *yawns*

Adam: Another you wouldn't be so bad really, I just worry so much when your mummy is pregnant

Silas: *stretches*

Adam: Hey sleepy, I'm home

Silas: Pop home

Adam: Yeah son, did you have a good nap

Silas: *is grumpy*

Adam: It's okay buddy, it's okay, pops loves you

Silas: pop pop

Adam: Okay it smells like diaper change time

And in the age of equality Adam also gets peed on (Suzanna caught it last time).

Adam: Okay what shall we do for fun

Silas: Fun fun

Adam: Toy? Story? Game?

Eventually Silas manages to communicate that he wants a story.

Adam: The blue birds were worried. They hadn't expected their baby to be pink but they knew they still loved their baby. They did all the things parent birds do. The baby was fed, the baby was warm, the baby was loved.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #KnightstoneHousehold #Rotation6 #SilasKnightstone #SuzannaKnightstone #AdamKnightstone #R0603

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breezypunk · 8 months

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Ending spoiler for PL:

Okay so I have some thoughts about the ending. This is just my own opinion and I won't go to in depth because I'm terrible at explaining my feelings, lol.

I didn't hate it. I didn't love it either. I get people's frustrations.

Personally for me sacrificing Johnny was a no brainer, and some may come for me for that lmao, I'm sorry. At least in my headcanon, Johnny and V were close but Johnny always made it very clear he'd never want V to die because of him. There was a brief moment where V would have given himself up for Johnny, until he found his family with the Aldecaldos. It gave him a reason to wanna keep going, and than falling in love with Goro kind of sealed the deal, he was going to find a way to survive, with or without Johnny. So back to this ending where it either wipe him or find another way, V chooses to wipe him and go for the surgery even though he isn't aware yet of what'll happen to him afterwards, because all he wanted to do was live.

Now what hurt me was seeing how fragile and frail he was, and this is where I didn't like it. The fact he can no longer have implants or it'll kill him. He has suffered enough in his life, in canon and in my own personal hc. What made him feel important was being a Merc, it was helping people. It was feeling like he meant something. He felt like a nobody his whole life, and in ways he truly was a nobody who wanted to be a somebody so fucking bad. He made a name for himself in NC and it got taken from him all because of a stupid mistake he made.

The price you pay for wanting to live but at what cost?

Now in my first playthrough of PL he didn't meet Kerry yet, and didn't romance Panam so it wasn't really sad. I hadn't even met up with River yet, so the only two people he had were Vik and Misty. And Misty was leaving too. V should have just run off with her to Poland. Seeing Vik as a corpo ripper rubbed me the wrong way but you gotta do what you gotta do and V wouldn't judge. He'd done questionable things in his life too.

For the holocalls.. I have to talk about it. Seeing Goro on the run was intense. The way he looked (which was so fucking good, his hair wjdbwjdje), but the fact that he's on the run for being accused of killing Hanako is insane. It still seems he's roaming around NC. I was thinking of some HC of meeting up with Goro and becoming fixers in the badlands. Give goro that nomad wish, they could be together and all that cute shit. I hate to see how all this ended for him. That "you are a very strong medicine" line struck me.. I'll take it as a compliment, lol.

Now I just need to figure out if I wanna change HC's or not. This ending is not a definitive canon ending for my kiddo. But it's a thought. This whole DLC was incredible and I'm ready for round 2. Not looking forward to Cerberus again though xD

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers #pl spoilers #this is kinda long feel free to not read lmao #i just had thoughts #its mostly my hcs and my feelings for certain parts but...#overall yeah this was good very good #time for round 2

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dogsilliam · 8 months

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Day 9: Past

This challenge is making me realize i barely have characters, just pretty designs LOL.

Was only able to do some sketches today of what these two might look like/do in the future.

I wrote two pages about their future. And its pretty confusing, their story line isn't pinned down yet. So I imagine their stories ending in two different ways. Either dramatic death by police "Everybody dies" ending. Or the good ending, they live in a cabin in the woods together for the rest of their days.

I'll talk about the change in their looks first. Jeremiah finds confidence in his vampire identity, he shaves his snake tendrils, he's not afraid to show off his vampire ears. He gains a little bit of weight, grows an inch or two. I really like his jet black eyes, but I'm not too sure about the vampire lore in this universe, so his eyes could also be a fun color like purple or some. He's gotta have a face scar from their adventures i just don't know where, hehe. As for jack, I'm still unsure whether he's a natural blonde, or if he dyes his hair blonde so he doesn't look like his father. Either he dyes his hair black, or he lets his natural brown hair grow out. He also has a little stubble, because again he's less afraid of looking like his father. Another thing I'm unsure about in his design is his lip ring, hes supposed to be this macho guy so I don't think he could justify the lip ring. He also has a lot of punk influence though, so maybe thats how he justifies it? Its not gay because its cool and edgy punk. But maybe he gets one at the end of the story. IDK!!! see what i mean when I saw i barely have ocs LMAO nothing is figured out with these two and Ive had them for like 2 and half years now.

I explored the cabin option, bc i love my gay boys and want them happy. They live in this nice isolated cabin, since Jeremiah is the son of the vampire ruler they are living on the border of human land and vampire territory. Jeremiah probably gets delivers of blood from his father, and his father is the one who gave them the cabin. They've adopted three cats, more so jack adopted three cats. I drew up the cats designs, they would have 2 black cats, and one calico. They have batty, who is deaf but has huge ears. Hubert who is older and really beat up. He is missing an eye and an ear. Hubert's like the ring leader of the kitty trio. And then lily who is missing a leg. Jack is reconciling his past by taking care of these messed up creatures. He feels reflected in them, they are broken but he loves and takes care of them. Hubert is his favorite, he has a really rumbling purr.

I imagine their relationship is much better then the early years, falling into a dynamic thats good for the both of them. No more fighting and trying to kill each other, just a symbiotic relationship of Jeremiah drinking jacks blood and jack eating Jeremiah's arms occasionally LOL. Thats what I'm really struggling with, how do u give a happy ending to a delusional psycho cannibal. Jeremiah is very motherly to jack near the end, holds him a lot, kissed his fore head. They've almost switched power dynamics, jack no longer being the lead in the relationship.

I think jack has started to make peace with his homosexuality, he would never say it aloud, but his internal voices have reached an understanding. And by starting the process of dealing with that internalized hatred, he's opened the flood gates to processing all the traumas he been through. I think it would be SO funny if he saw a zoom therapist from their cabin, to understand his childhood trauma. He never tells the therapist about the murders, he still a vigilante about being caught by authorities. Jack spends a lot of time in the woods building those strange forest sculptures. He just spends hours everyday, in pure silence collecting sticks and assembling these huge sculptures. He's stopped popping pills and drinking, but still smokes pretty heavily. He's depressed because he's realizing what he's done to the peoples he's killed. I feel like he wouldn't feel bad about all of them, he still believes he had a right to kill the old men. He doesn't feel bad for the hooker, but the random kid, and the gay men he murdered. His father hurt him and his family so bad, and he's realizing that he wasn't taking power back from the universe he was just doing the exact same thing his father was. Jeremiah keeps him as stable as he can, but he breaks down a couple times, probably tries to commit. Probably tries to turn himself in. But Jeremiah doesn't let him. The story of the cannibal killer stays in news for a long time after. The police are still looking for the culprit. Jack tries not to watch the news, but he does. When he sees the family members talking about how much they want to find the bodies of their loved ones,, he cant handle it. He donates so much money to gofundmes for these familys. I feel like this is such a downer end to their story tho, so its still being work shopped. Like these two boys go on this epic coming of age story, and it ends with major depression hello. I think they could also both just stay delusional and murderous together, and like hunt down the occasional hiker. But IDK.

They still be kissin n shit, they are probably super comfortable with each other since they've spent so much time together. I think it would also be interesting if jack becomes sort of a famous sculpture, and in his old age reveals that he was the cannibal killer. He gets taken into custody, but they don't have any evidence to prove that he he truly is and he gets let go. A homosexual famous sculpture claims he was the cannibal killer from 30 years ago. Jeremiah doesn't age obviously becauses he a vampire. I don't really care about their story after this, I dont want to think about them growing old together and jack eventually dying. That is just sad and uninteresting!

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thatgeekyemo · 2 years

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What He Won’t Know Won’t Hurt - Part 5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7

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You were the happiest you had been in weeks as you sat outside with your friends, arms linked with Ned and Cindy as you all belted out Disney songs one after the other. Each performance always ended with a bout of laughter before the process started from the beginning all over again.

The movie ended a little while ago, but the five of you shuffled through New York like a herd of sheep until you found a couple of benches around a fountain in a small park, making it into a temporary pitstop.

"Okay, okay, what next?"

"Can we expand the categories from Disney to musicals? I wanna sing something from Heathers!" Ned asked, earning cheers from Cindy and Abe.

"Wait, how creepy do you think we sound right now? Just a bunch of kids singing echoing through the park. What if someone on the other side thinks we're ghosts or something?" Ned then followed up, and you found yourself actually contemplating the odds behind your grin.

Just as Ned himself shrugged off his questions, starting to sing, easily getting you and everyone else to join in, you found Peter staring at you. Your grin grew and you gestured for him to take the seat next to you that Cindy had just left to better sing dramatically on the edge of the fountain.

You tried not to let it show just how happy you were when he quickly slid into place, linking his arm with yours the way Ned's was on your other side and closing his eyes as he threw his head back to sing.

It didn't take long for Cindy to notice, and thankfully the only acknowledgement she made was a tilt of her head.

For an amazing moment, it had felt like absolutely nothing was wrong. Everything was just like how it should be. Like how it had been. Like how you hoped it would still be.

So when the hair on your arms stood on end, a sharp buzzing thrummed deep in your brain, and you had the sudden urge to flip around toward the buildings across the street, it had hit you like a bag of bricks.

You froze while this perfect memory continued to form around you.

Peter was the first to react as you pulled yourself away from him and Ned, your thoughts growing louder and louder as they screamed at you that something bad was about to happen.

"Are you—are you okay, Y/N?"

You stumbled over the bench, quickly catching yourself. Cindy was next to stop singing. Then Abe.

"I—I gotta go." You stammered out, and Peter stood up like a rocket, reaching out to grab your wrist.

"What? Why? We don't have to get to the bus stop for another twenty minutes."

"I..." you hated yourself even more as you spoke these words, tugging your hand away from him. "I can't tell you. I just gotta— I gotta do something real quick. I'll be right back."

Everyone was silent. And Peter's tone was grim. "You're never right back. You always disappear. Right when— right when I— when we—"

It didn't take a genius to figure out that his last words were solely about his feelings about you and him.

You wanted to ignore it. You wanted to apologize again and sit back down. Bring back the cheerful singing and get rid of the creeping disappointment and hurt that was filling the air. Not only from Peter, but from everyone.

You wanted to take Peter's hand and sit back down. To tell him that he was right and that you could deal with your 'thing' tomorrow.

But your sense hadn't gone off this bad since last September. Since you thought people were going to die. Since you thought you were going to die.

You couldn't ignore this.

Cindy stepped forward as if to hold Peter back as you just turned around without a word, the others too stunned to move.

Just one minute ago, things were fine. Sixty seconds ago, things were perfect. Peter was by your side and you were happy and you were singing.

Now that time was up. And through the silence pierced the sound of six gunshots—followed closely by five screams.

Instinctively, you ducked down before spinning with wide eyes to make sure none of your friends had gotten hurt. It only took you a second to conclude that none of them were victim to a bullet and a quick scan of your surroundings showed that the shooter wasn't near them. But they were close.

Too close.

"Stay here!" You commanded, taking off in the opposite direction. "I'm gonna try and find somewhere that'll let us in!" You lied.

You could hear Peter yelling for you behind you to stay with them, but you ignored him, running to the end of the block instead.

You turned the corner with your heart nearly beating out of your chest. The people on the street were just as scared as your friends and were panicking. You used the chaos to slip into the nearest alley. Shrouding yourself in the darkness, you tugged off your backpack and grabbed the rest of your suit, pulling off your jacket, shirt, and pants and quickly shoving them in. You didn't bother webbing your bag. There was someone with a gun nearby. They weren't afraid to use it, and you needed to take them down as fast as you could.

You catapulted yourself into the air, swinging low to the halted jumbled mess of traffic to try and get speed as fast as you could. You had Karen mapping out the best path to search the mile radius of where you were when the next round of gunshots came.

You saw the bullets this time. Aimed right up into the air like they were pretending to be some kind of beacon. You hadn't even gotten too far from where your friends were; only a couple of blocks. A five minute runs away.

The location of the shooter was highlighted on a map in the top left of your eyesight and you used the roofs of the nearby buildings to get a better vantage point.

You didn't understand why they were shooting straight into the air. They were outside. Was it a scare tactic? Were there hostages? Your mind ran through the scenarios as fast as you could think of them, preparing yourself for any situation.

When you saw the shooter, he was alone.

You pressed yourself against the roof overlooking the alley he was standing in as you peered over the edge. Things continued to not make any sense. Why would someone stand alone with a loaded gun pointed toward the sky and shoot at random?

It didn't seem right to you.

Your sense buzzed louder.

"Scan for other heat signatures," you told Karen in a whisper.

"I can't."

"What?"

"There's something interfering with my sensors."

You bit back a curse. You had to go into this level headed and prepared for anything.

"Do you detect anything else? Heartbeats? Footsteps?"

It was rare that Karen heard something that you couldn't, but it was better to be safe than sorry. But she came up with zero response. Something was jamming the detection technology in your suit. Looked like you were going into this blind.

The first thing you did was web yank the gun away from the man's hand. His head snapped up to the roof you were on and he watched as you discarded the weapon up there before you webbed his arms and feet in place and flipped down, tilting him back. The only thing stopping him from falling backward was the grip you had on the fistful of clothes you had in your hand.

"You made it!" You were careful to not express the confusion you felt when he spoke, a grin breaking out on his face. "I was afraid you wouldn't show."

You looked him up and down, Karen already getting started on searching his face through every police databank to see if you could ID him.

"What do you want me for?"

"Just to talk," he shrugged the best he could with the way you had him bound.

"You wouldn't do that alone. How many of you are surrounding us?"

"Only you and me. Well, for now,"

"You and me both know that can't be your final answer as much as you might want it to be." You raised your fist, prepared to end the conversation once you had gotten your answers. "What do you want with me?"

"What does every criminal in New York want with you?"

"It might just be me, but I'm not in the mood for riddles. Personally, I think they should stay in Gotham."

The man just snorted, rolling his eyes before they steeled into a glare. "To see you suffer."

You ignored the chill that ran down your spine and pulled him an inch closer to you. "Sorry pal, but the only one suffering tonight is you."

He started to laugh, but you made sure to cut it short with a sharp punch, knocking him out before letting him crumble to the ground.

But even with him taken care of, your sense was still going off like crazy. You couldn't shake the feeling that there was still a piece of the puzzle you couldn't put together. Even someone crazy enough to be bait for something would have had some kind of plan. That was too easy.

A gasp made you spin around, prepared to attack again.

But all your defenses fell when you saw Peter standing at the mouth of the alley. His chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His glasses on the verge of slipping off his face. Your backpack grasped tightly in his hand.

"Y/N?"

All you could do was stare at him with wide eyes, the lenses of your suit no doubt reflecting the emotion. It wasn't until he took a step backwards that you snapped out of your trance, taking one forward.

"What are you—" you glanced backwards just to double check that the man was unconscious. "Peter— what are you doing here?!" You hissed, stopping a few feet away from him. He held his arm out to stop you, and the action felt like you were getting stabbed in the gut.

"You— you're Spider-Woman?" And for the first time since the hero had appeared, you saw him speak your alter-ego's name in disgust.

Everything around you was quickly becoming overwhelming. Your sense still hadn't shut off. Karen's sensors hadn't come back online. Peter was standing in front of you. He knew who you were.

"I swear— Pete, I swear I was gonna tell you. Later tonight. After—after I brought Cindy back home, I was gonna swing to your place. Peter, you weren't meant to find out like this—"

"Like what?" He glanced down at your backpack, his hand trembling. "Figuring it out only when all of the clues were displayed out in front of me like I was four years old? After I had run after you because there was gunfire and you left all by yourself? After watching my best friend put on the mask of a superhero that flings herself into life or death situations regularly?"

Peter was shaking with visible anger. It wasn't just spewing out of him with every word, it was etched into him like a carving. His eyes were lit with a fire that threatened to burn you. His fists were clenched. One of the worst parts was how despite the rest of him was moving, his face held a calm rage. Like the emotion was so strong, he didn't know how to process it—how to display it correctly in one expression.

"I ran after you because I was scared you were gonna get hurt! I might not know how to fight, but I can defend myself. And if it came to it, I would have defended you instead! I ran after you, scared I was gonna find you at the other end of a gun, but instead I found out the real reason you ran. You're Spider-Woman. You have been all this time! You have been all this time, and you never told me."

"Peter..." all your words but his name died on your tongue. You couldn't speak. You didn't know what you could say to fix all the damage you did. You knew it wasn't going to be pretty, but it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

You had seen Peter cry in the past, but it was never like this. Never because of you. Tears streaming down his face as he kept you the fixed target of a glare that shredded you down to your very basics.

You attempted to move forward, but Peter had made it very clear he didn't want you near him. You could almost see him making his decision. To turn and walk away or to stay. You could see which way he was leaning.

And you made the mistake of thinking things couldn't get any worse.

His eyes had only flickered away from you for a fraction of a second, but he had seen something that made fear flash in them clear as day.

Your head buzzed loudly, screaming at you to turn around.

You knew it had been too easy.

Just as Peter shouted, you turned around to see what he had. The side doors to the buildings you were in between were slammed open, and out filed twenty people dressed in black, all armed with guns pointed at you.

You had walked right into a trap.

You could hear Peter's heartbeat pick up behind you, and you wanted to turn back to him. To try and tell him it was okay. That you would save him. But there were so many guns and you didn't want to take your attention off them for one second. Peter was only human.

"Did you two finish your moment?" Someone in front of you taunted and a sick chuckle rippled through the crowd.

"Get out of here," you told Peter in a low voice. The last thing you were going to do was get him hurt in a physical way. You had already done past your limit to him mentally and emotionally. "Now."

"No one is going anywhere," that same person announced and you saw one of the people cut away the webs on the original shooter and with another, helping lift him up. "Let's have a chat!"

You stayed silent. You tried to gage where Peter was behind you, and you shifted to shield his body with yours the best you could before you heard a chorus of guns cock and you held up your hands.

"We won't kill the pretty boy here as long as you do what I say." Another man stepped forward, and your eyes darted to his face so you could try and get a match somewhere. But he was smarter than his bait counterpart, and wore a scarf. "Like our friend here so kindly explained before you sent him to a fitful sleep, all we want to do is see you suffer."

"If you were going to be as theatrical as this, you could have at least said something different." You gritted through your teeth.

"We haven't even gotten to the theatrics yet, Spider. I promise you'll see them later." You hated the certainty of his words. In his voice.

Your eyes darted around to try and find something. Anything you could use to try and get yourself out of this mess. You were afraid if you told Karen to contact Tony that they would shoot. You were afraid if you even did anything, they would shoot. You might have been able to dodge bullets, but Peter couldn't.

All you could find were small devices on the hips of some of the people in front of you, tiny lights blinking green in the dark. The only thing you could think of was that they were some kind of frequency jammer. That's why you couldn't detect them. And all of them definitely weren't there the whole time, you would have heard all of them. There must have been a microphone somewhere.

"Honestly, I wasn't expecting to move forward with the plan so quickly. The goal tonight was only to get a tracker on you. But hey, it looks like our actual target brought himself to us!"

Peter? You refrained from saying his name out loud, biting down on your tongue to stop it— and a bunch of stuff that no one would want to hear— from slipping.

"I'm sure you've worked it out already. If you haven't, it's sure to become clear soon. If you don't mind, I'm gonna spare the fine details so you can't work out a plan just yet. I'm not the monologuing type." The man winked before he motioned for people to move forward. Six, by your count. They moved right past you, and this time you could stop yourself from turning around.

Peter's eyes caught yours one last time, wide and bright and screaming a silent plea for help as he was surrounded and forced to move.

You were lunging forward on instinct, but the sound of another gunshot made you freeze.

You tore your eyes away from the divot now in the ground by your foot.

"Hey now, I told you to listen to me!" You could feel the sobs begin to well up in your throat as you watched Peter being dragged away. You needed to see where he went, even if every step further away he got was like another stab; the blade twisting in your heart. "I told you: if you don't want him dead by morning, you need to follow instructions. Now. Turn around."

You hated that you were being manipulated into compulsion. That you were playing this lunatics game. But what other choice did you have? With one command, Peter could die. You hated that you were so helpless.

"It's simple, really. You're just gonna stay here until you're allowed to leave. I'm sure you'll know when. Of course, it won't be until me and lover boy get somewhere safe, but I think that speaks for itself. If I hear you try anything funny, including calling any of your other superhero friends, that's a bullet in a limb of my choice, understood?"

He took your silence for an answer. "Great! I'll see you tomorrow then, Spider."

The man tipped an imaginary hat and you forced yourself to not watch him as he disappeared from your view.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes you stood still, held at gunpoint, before you saw a woman tilt her head toward a walkie talkie perched on her shoulder.

That was the go ahead. You just knew it. As if every gun being repositioned into an attack stance didn't give it away.

You immediately sent yourself airborne, knowing that it would be your only advantage. From there, it was a deadly game of picking and choosing the right moments to strike. Dodging gunfire and picking lackeys off one by one until they were all no longer a threat.

You heard the sirens of the NYPD approaching —reacting to the 911 call you were sure someone who had heard the gunfire had made— way too late. The damage had already been done. At least you had left them yet another scene for them to clean up.

You tried tracking Peter's phone, leaving the alley in a frenzied search. You had found it smashed, about a half mile away.

The only the only thing keeping you from completing breaking down was how numb you felt inside. You had never experienced fear, anger, these emotions in such a large scale. You didn't know how to process it. So the default was to not feel them at all. To not feel anything.

Nothing but the fact that kept ramming itself into every crevice of your being, scratching and clawing itself into your brain with no remorse.

This was all your fault.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7

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sharksa-shivers · 5 months

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idk if i posted this one before but whatever lol, if i did, you get it again

(alas, my memory shit, i am sorry...Anyway lol) ---------------

(Sharky having to ask OH for cash on the phone, all 3 of em are broke)

Orange Hair:(answering her phone, we see the screen split so we can see both Sharky and Orange talking, Orange working with some chemicals and Sharky leaning up against a building, him just walking around as they talk)Hello?

Sharky:(obviously having to work up a bit of nerve, we can see he's obviously kind of anxious about this)Heyyyyyy, uh…So…I'm just gonna cut to it and not waste your time and blah blah blah, uh…Look, can i have like…500 bucks? Please?

Orange:(raises an eyebrow)500? What for?

Sharky:(anxious, trying to keep it cool and together)Uh, gas money, food money, hotel money, supplies like bullets and stuff…Uhhh, very not cheap stuff that we need andddd collectively all 3 of us together have…(pulls money out of jacket pocket)…12 dollars and 67 cents…and yknowwwww, kinda got like another day of travel ahead andddddd-

Orange:(we see her think for a moment before she just…turns this shit on its head)Hmmm……….Yeah- uhhhhhh…No.

Sharky:(he sits a moment)…..What? No?

Orange:(repeats)No. Nope. Non. Nien. Nada. Natu. No. What? You didn't hear me?

Sharky:(we just see him kind of snap a small bit)I…….Orange, i…We really need money!!!!

Orange:(working with her chemicals, writing down info)Ok…….The answer is still no.

Sharky:(nerves snapping mentally continues, getting kind of pissed and frustrated)Literally why?????? You're a multi-millionaire!!!! $500 is pennies for you!!!!!!

Orange:(unphased by his frustration)Pretty simple, gotta learn to deal with problems like this sooner or later, especially when it comes to demon fighting. You have any idea how many times i've had demons steal my cash and leave me fucked? It's gonna happen sooner or later and you 3 are gonna have to know how to deal with it. Life's fucking rough, it's how it is.

Sharky:(breaking)We literally do not have money for a place to sleep or food!!!! We have 12 fuckin dollars!!!!!

Orange:(unphased still)You got a car and i'm sure you 3 can figure out some resource for food…You're all very smart, you can do this very easily, i've seen the shit Max alone can do.

Sharky:(freaking out)Do you have any idea the amount of danger this puts us in???? Like…Any idea at all????

Orange:(stares blankly)Uhhh, yes? Very much so. Yes. Mmhmmm…If it gets too deadly or whatever, i'll bail you guys out butttttt since it's not there yet, seems like perfect survival experience time here to me…

Sharky:(he just kinda sits there in disbelief)………

Orange:(annoyed)You done yet? Can i get back to my work now?

Sharky:(he just kind of falters and accepts the answer, knowing he can't fight her)…….Yeah, guess i'm done…

Orange:(picking up her phone)Excellent, excellent…You 3 stay safe out there, don't come home dead please.

Sharky:(annoyed as fuck, freaking out)Yeah, sure, i'll try…

Orange:(finger on the button)Alrighty then, goodbye…

(We see her cut the line and Sharky's just there staring at his phone…We see him mutter "Shit!" Under his breath and then we cut back to Max and Kristy chilling in the car…) Kristy:(boredly messing with her hair)…You think maybe like…I dunno, i could go for a different style by now or?

Max:(on his phone, rapidly typing)Uhhhh, maybe!!! That's kinda up to you, i don't really know much about human hairstyles and whatnot…

Kristy:(looking at herself in the visor mirror)Like…I like this being shoulder length and sometimes i wanna cut it but if i don't like it, then i have to wait like…a few months for it to grow out again so like…

(Sharky opens his door and flops into the drivers seat, frustrated)

Sharky:(stressed as fuck)God…FUCKIN damnit…Fuck…

Kristy:(concerned)Wait, what happened?

Max:(looking up, texting)Is OH gonna be making this a pain in the ass again?

Sharky:(nods)YEP, SHE SURE IS!!!! She said she isn't gonna give us anything, she wants US to survive on our own, fucking…Fuck!!!!

Kristy:(eyes widen)What???

Max:(just kinda stares, he seems kind of unphased but he wasn't expecting this exactly)…Welp…

Kristy:(confused)Literally how and why???? Wait, what???? She has so much cash, she literally wouldn't even miss it!!!!!

Sharky:(Leans back, mentally tired)She pushed it basically as "this is part of the job!" Kinda shit, i tried going at it from that angle, didn't do shit.

Max:(annoyed, texting, looks up)Gonna just ask, does uhhhh, does Orange know that when people say "eat the rich" that DOES INCLUDE her or? Cuz uhhhh, i'm just saying, she's making that sound quite tempting and uhhhhh…I wouldn't hesitate…

Kristy:(just looks back at Max, gives him a weird look)……What?

Max:(smirks)You heard me.

Sharky:(frustrated)Look, doesn't matter, she's not gonna fucking help, we have to figure out something else to do…

Kristy:(thinking, she perks up)Wait, we could ask Nucleo!!!

Max:(typing on his phone)I got him on speed dial, hold up…

Sharky:(just gazes over)No, God, don't be bothering Nucleo okay???

Max:(confused)Why not? He helped us last time.

Kristy:(remembering)He did but…Wait, Orange also got onto him for that, uhhh…I…Don't wanna get him in trouble again…

Max:(amused)Nucleo legit daydreams about Orange punching and kicking him in the face, it'd be fine. It's his like…Kink or whatever…

Sharky:(getting more annoyed)No!!! It's not fine!!! Just!!!! (Trying to calm down, let's out a big breath)Let's just…Try and figure out a way to deal with this that doesn't involve dragging other people into this okay????

Max:(on his shit)Capitalism literally cannot exist without you dragging othe-

Sharky:(snapping again)I KNOW ABOUT CAPITALISM BEING SHIT MAX, HOLY FUCK, CAN YOU BOTH JUST STOP FOR 5 SECONDS???? LOVE OF POSEIDON!!!!!!!

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff

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khrissanchez98 · 10 months

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"Curiosity is dangerous ."(unfinished story)

It's 7:30 am .I enter the local coffee shop located on a busy street in downtown Des Moines iowa.The sun is coming up and people are on their regular commute to work.Rushing at a pace I refuse to move at nowadays.As far as I'm concerned,I'm just an out of work writer who chose passion over an unsatisfying 9 to 5 ,still not sure if this was the best idea but it suits me for now. As of recent I had just left my wife after finding out she was having an affair with one of her coworkers. Can't remember why the fuck I ever got married.Anyways.It is what it is.Then I'm also dealing with my consistent contemplation on whether or not I even want to continue to live past my late thirties and my unhealthy obsession with death,but I guess I'll discuss that later.

All I know is,today was gonna be different then the rest.

I get my coffee and prepare to pay for it with the little money I have left from working the last odd job I found .Gotta make money somehow for the time being.The baby faced coffee shop employee is too happy for me this morning ,and more than willing to spark up a conversation.And I haven't even had my coffee yet.Kill me now.

"How are you doing today sir,the weather's beautiful today wouldn't you say?"he says With a big bright cheerful smile on his face. His name tag displays that his name is Eric.Of course his names Eric.

I stop for a minute and contemplate what I should say.Then I set both my hands on the counter ,with the little patience I have in me,and look up at him.

"Look um Eric,I can tell your just trying to be nice and I can tell your young and probably still a virgin,so I'm gonna cut you some slack,but I'm gonna be rather blunt with you,maybey save you some trouble in the future.First I can't tell you how my days going yet,and you want to know why? ,it literally just started about an hour ago and not to mention I haven't even had my first coffee yet or my first cigarette,meaning it's too damn early to tell,okay.Second,I just found out about a week ago that my wife,my angel my everything, as you would put it ,is enthusiastically opening her legs for one of her co-workers when I'm not around.So I'm still working on managing the homicidal rage from that little situation.Last but not least,when I come to this place to get my coffee this early ,I'm not here to have meaningless interactions,I'm here to sit in silence,do some writing and drink my coffee.So I hope that answers your question son"

I laid down the money,grabbed my coffee and began to walk away.I could hear Eric behind me. "uhh well I hope you have a good day sir,didn't mean to bother you"

Okay maybey that was unnecessary but I wasnt in the mood and hadn't been in the mood for days now.Look,I'm not a complete asshole,but times have been tough lately and all I'm doing Is surviving in every way.I figure being honest and blunt will keep interactions simple and short which is exactly what I need right now.Sue me.

Just like I told the over cheerful coffee shop employee, Eric,I wasn't sure how my day was going or how it was even gonna go .Not yet atleast.My days were uneventful predictable and regular for the most part and rather boring I might add and I was completely fine with this.I lived a life of chaos for some time,and while I found excitement in it,it was leading me down dark roads and sticky situations .I had to find a path that was more ,how I would say ,regular and boring I suppose.But soon enough I was gonna get a better idea on how my day was gonna go and things weren't gonna be so boring or predictable after all.

That's when she walked in.At first I was preoccupied writing in my notebook.Working on a story.There was a bell on the door.I heard it ring as the door opened.I looked up and saw her from about ten feet away while I was sitting at my table.She was on the thinner side, had short straight black hair,a white tank top,black shades,and blue slim jeans,and she was carrying a black leather purse and she was light skinned,or In other words,white.Yes the first thing I thought was she's absolutely attractive.Made me wonder why I settled for my wife in the first place when there's broads out here looking like this.Anyways that was it,I admired her for a moment and put my head back down and continued my writing.I was deep in concentration when I heard a voice very close to me.

"Hi,do you mind if I sit with you?"

The voice was soft and sweet,I looked up and it was her,the lady I had been admiring from afar.Now all I could think was,why would this beautiful woman ,want to sit with me.Now I'm not saying I'm an ugly bastard,but I guess to put it this way I felt like she was out of my league to begin with.But of course maybey she just wanted some friendly company.Nothing more . Now as far as I go,I'm on the bigger side,not fat but not thin neither.Short blonde hair that sticks up and leans to the side,and im wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans that got holes in them.All in all I look like your average Joe.Either way,there was never a time when I couldn't use the company of a beautiful woman,I didn't hesitate, but I kept my regular attitude.I may have found her attractive but I never lose my cool regardless of the situation.Something you learn from experience.

"Go for it" I said.

She pulled a chair out from the table and took a seat, she set her purse down on her lap.She had her cup of coffee,she took a sip and sat it down on the table,she looked around in a seemingly nervous manner and then looked back in my direction.I thought nothing of it.Im an overanalytical person anyways,so I figured that's just what my mind was doing ,overanalyzing.

Now,I'm a man of few words,rather ironic considering I passionately use them in my writings everyday but anyway you get what I mean I suppose.Ive always been comfortable with silence.I think the older you are the less you feel you have to fill the silence with meaningless conversation and small talk.So needless to say I kept quiet and continued to write and drink my coffee as she sat across from me.Then she spoke.

"It's nice to meet you,my names Jessica,I noticed you sitting over here writing and I thought that was interesting and plus as of recent I'm kind of a loner and figured you looked like you could be some good company,just in case you were wondering why I wanted to sit with you."

I looked up and replied

"Names Don ,Don Shapiro .Yeah actually I was kind of curious as to why you decided to come sit with me.But all in all,I'm not complaining,and uh yeah as far as the writing goes I've been writing for a while now.It just keeps my mind busy and distracted and it's something I love to do ya know.God knows if I don't keep my mind distracted it does more flips than a gymnast.Ill be blunt with you Jessica,upstairs,it can be a mad house ,but I manage it rather well I suppose."

Another thing about me,I dont beat around the bush as far as being honest on the reality that not only I,but many people live in.Difference between me and others is,I speak on things that other people chose not to speak on.Rather it be dark or shocking didn't matter to me much .I was numb to it.And I do this as if it's not something that is offensive or shocking in the least bit,and this is how it is with my humor also.Which tends to throw people off gaurd.One of my flaws as far as interacting with people goes,but it's who I am.

She replies

"Oh no I completely understand,and Don if I can be blunt with you,if you ask me, she paused and leaned in a little ,"were all a little mad aren't we now?" she smiled as she said this.She leaned back in her seat with a smile on her face still."Anyways what exactly are you writing,if you don't mind me asking"

"Well ,I'm writing a story about a troubled young man who loses his mind and murders his father ,stabs him to death and then eventually gets shot down by police and it gets even more odd from there on out but yeah,that's the current project I'm focusing on right now ." "Not to mention. this story is not very far from what actually took place with this young man,loosely based on true events. "See Jessica my theory is,there's a very dark side to people,even your regular average Joe,sometimes I don't think you ever know when your looking into the eyes of somebody ready to commit a brutal act of violence ,we all have it in us,all it takes is the right set of circumstances, events and a few other ingredients and boom ,you got yourself a homicidal maniac."

I fully expected her to wonder if there was something dearly wrong with me. But her response took me by surprise which doesn't happen often,but left me wondering.Who is this woman?

"Yeah ,I think your absolutely right Don, she took a sip of her coffee sat it down and looked around and looked back at me"for example I have a loaded pistol in my purse right now and due to a certain string of events and circumstances I'm more than likely gonna blow my husband's brains out today and flee the country" she smiled again and this time I was also smiling as we both looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds .I thought "she's definitely joking " After a few seconds of us looking each other in the eyes and smiling she let out a little laugh and said

"Of course I'm just fucking with you" "Oh God I got you didn't I,really made you wonder huh." "You know if I had said that to anybody else they would have looked at me like I was insain" "I promise I'm not,my sense of humor is just off the wall sometimes"

I replied ,now entirely interested

"You know you would think I'd be shocked but in all reality I have a tendancy to say things that are rather off the wall too.And to be honest with you I knew you were just fucking with me,but I can't lie ,you had me pretty intrigued " I laughed a little

"Anyways,I'm glad there's someone in this world with a similar sense of humor to mine,anyways Jessica,welcome to the circus"

She laughed

"you know don,your pretty alright,listen I live in an apartment complex just a couple blocks down from here and well if I'm gonna be honest, I'm more than likely gonna be doing a little day drinking today,don't judge me "she smiled " and I was thinking ,maybey you'd like to join me?"

I thought about it.I used to be quite the alcoholic and I was big into parties in my younger years.Though I hadn't had a drink in a while and those days seemed long behind me ,I was interested,interested I suppose mainly because with the recent things I had been goin through with my wife and then trying to be successful as a writer and feeling like I've failed entirely ,as of recent my attitude had become more of a "fuck it I'm in" kind of deal,even if the idea wasn't the best one.That was one of my main issues In life.I was quick to make bad decisions thinking "I'll be fine,I'll just have some fun and be on my way" and that's what I said to myself right before I did any drug or drink any alcohol or did anything risky and here I was absolutely prepared to do it again.Plus it's hard for me to say no to a beautiful woman and at this point she had me intrigued.If anything ,maybey this will make for a good story.

"I mean,yeah I'll join.But um ,you mentioned a husband,are you actually married?,I only ask because the last thing I need right now is to come to your apartment and have your husband come home and find us spending time together and have an absolute mental breakdown ,ya get what I'm saying"

She said

"Yes actually I am married but we're kind of going through some things right now and we're taking a break from each other ,don't worry he doesn't live with me right now.And what about you ?Are you married or anything like that?"

I replied

"Well that's actually a funny story to get into,yes I was married ,key word "was".But I came to find out she had been sleeping with one of her co-workers.So I left her .This bitch ,I stopped myself and shook my head ……i mean ,this woman was important to me but now turns out what i thought was real was merely closer to a game being played . Look I dont hate anybody and I adore woman but I definitely do not have the most fond and polite feelings torward this woman right now and it is what it is.So excuse my french.That being said, I could use a drink."

she said

"Good cause I'm not drinking alone"."Sorry to hear what your going through,and that's why we're both gonna get tipsy and forget our problems for the day" she smiled

I smiled and closed my notebook took a sip of my coffee and said "So,when do we get started?"

In the back of my mind I knew this wasnt the smartest idea.If there's anything I learned about alcohol is,it never ends quite as good as I'd like it too.But I thought,what the hell,plus there's just something about her that keeps me interested.Wouldnt be the first time I made a decision that might not be the best to make.Gotta live a little right? Right?

We gathered our things and left the coffee shop and made our way torward her apartment.In reality to the rest of the world she might seem a little off or odd ,but considering the world I came from she seemed absolutey normal to me.Either way there was not many things to make me lose my levelheadedness or my cool.Like I said,it's something that comes with experience.

To be continued.

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