#why did jumping spiders get the ability to always be camera ready

[dreamkidddream]

I might as well start a TikTok trend Masterlist lmao. But not a request, but I saw this the other day and I was dying imagining how the BSD characters would react lol. Let me know if you guys want another character or fandom (I already know I’m bout to do this with the Obey Me boys 😩) Reader is gender neutral!

CW: suggestive/spicy content but no NSFW. The challenge suggests nudity but you’re not naked (even if your man thinks you are 💀)

The Towel Prank (Tiktok Trend) with: Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi

Dazai

So you two were just goofing off getting ready to go to bed. You just “got out of the shower” and was doing stupid stuff with him in the bathroom mirror: making faces, dancing, anything obnoxious that was making you both laugh

He was too distracted by your beauty to really ask why you had your phone out, but thought that you’re just saving this to look back on later as fun memories. He was playing right along with you-

Until you snATCHED YOUR TOWEL OPEN WITH THE PHONE POINTING RIGHT AT YOU-

His face morphed from smiling to in shock so QUICK

Remember how he looked in BSD Wan when Atsushi gave him flowers? That’s what he looked like lmao

“BELLADONNA NO!”

Cue you being bearhugged and almost tackled to the ground, with his back facing your phone

You have never seen him move so fast in your life before

He would have wrapped you in his trench coat if he still had it on

When he expected to feel bare skin, he only felt…material?

And how you’re nearly in tears laughing at him while still being in his arms. He realizes now that you’ve planned this, that he’s been pranked

Now Dazai has never been one to be pranked, let alone tricked like this. He can’t have you one-upping him like this! So if it’s a prank war you want, he’ll be more than happy to oblige. But first-

You’re already getting up and reaching for your phone when he grabbed it before you, oddly quiet. “Oh c’mon Osamu you aren’t really mad at me are you? You gotta admit that it was a little funNY-“

You didn’t realize how severe the consequences of your actions were until you dropped on your shared bed with him towering over you

“You didn’t really think you would tease me like this and get away with it, do you?”

If that devious smirk was anything to go by, you’re gonna be in for a long night

Bonus: he definitely pulls the same prank on you, but instead in front of everyone and blames it on you! :D

You deal with a very angry Kunikida

Kunikida

He was not paying you any attention, instead just writing in his notebook as always, more than likely about work. It was finally time to relax for the both of you, and this is what he wanted to do?

Well that’s about to change

You have something that’ll get his attention no problem

Even when you set your phone up pointing right in his direction, he didn’t stop writing. Yeah that’s about to change real soon

Walking in front of him with nothing but a towel and looking back at him, he just sighed and shook his head, “Listen dear, I told you to give me five more minutes and then I’ll indulge you in whatever you want to do, and you whining isn’t going to change that.” And he still didn’t look up!

Looks like it’s time for drastic measures

“Fine. Looks like I have to give my attention elsewhere then.”

“(Y/N) what are you going on abo-”

It didn’t fully click to him that you’re only in a towel and he had to do a double take when it did. He felt his heart stop when you unraveled it with the camera sitting right there-

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

When I tell you that he launched himself at you

He was latching onto you like a spider monkey with the reddest face, trying to cover your whole body with his while

Idk if you guys remember this show called Hole in the Wall where they had to match the pose or fall in the water? He’s posing like that trying to cover you

Well your plan worked- his notebook was forgotten!

Bad news: he didn’t find it funny when it was revealed you had clothes on underneath. Relieved, but not amused, and his anger was steady rising the more you laughed

Which lead to now: him still latching onto you in bed, not having said a word since. His idea of a punishment (which it really wasn’t to you), hold you until you tire yourself out because he is so terrified that you’ll do something even more drastic if he lets you go

And he was already planning on holding you anyway once he was done writing, but of course your impatience got the best of you

“Oh Doppo-”

“Absolutely not. Since you showed that you can’t be without supervision, this is your punishment. I can’t write in my notebook peacefully, so you can’t go around causing mayhem. And you finally got what you wanted: my attention, correct?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Alright then. Now go to sleep, you’ve already given me a headache.”

“But I’m not-"

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

He really didn’t let you go for the whole night, but this was fine. You liked being in each other arms any way

Also he watches you like a hawk every time you’re either on the app or using your camera. He does not trust you and that “abomination” together

Atsushi

Poor guy was just minding his business when you decided to do what you always do: cause chaos

You set up your phone and called your loving boyfriend into the room, claiming that you want to show him something exciting. He came in and was already blushing when he saw you in the towel, and his heart rate skyrocketed when he saw your phone recording

You aren’t about to do what he think you are…right? He’s just jumping to conclusions!…right?

“Um…honey, why are you recording- and why don’t you have clothes on yet?”

“Because of THIS-”

You have never heard him scream so loud before, you’re pretty sure he cracked a mirror and all of your windows. But that wasn’t what got you, no-

He ACTIVATED HIS ABILITY

His arms (now as a weretiger) were trying to cover you while also getting you away from your phone. You’re grateful for his quick reflexes but also scared that he’s gonna faint at any second

He scanned over your clothed body to make sure he didn’t scratch you on accident- wait, clothed?! And why are you laughing?!

“What the hell?! That wasn’t funny you know, I thought you were really…”

As cute as Atsushi’s pout is, you didn’t want him to be upset, so you grabbed your phone and stopped the video. He looked more embarrassed than anything, so you had the perfect way to apologize to him

Crawling in his lap and peppering his face with one kiss after the next, you felt his resolve breaking bit by bit. You knew you were forgiven when he tightened his grip around your waist-

“Let me make it up to you At-su-shi~”

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs reader insert #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai x reader #dazai x reader #bsd kunikida x reader #Kunikida x reader #bsd atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #atsushi x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader

[lexwritess]

Taken [P.P]

Inspired by this tiktok

Pairings- Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader, Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader

warnings- abuse, abduction, fighting, mentions of blood, fighting, swearing, angst, scars

Word count: 2825

a/n: in this fic tony, nat, and steve are still alive and here. may is dead :( sorry it just fit in better like that.

Italics are translations

“Have you see anyone yet?” You hear Tony ask through your ear piece.

“No not yet...I’m going to peek behind this building.” You reply. You were currently on a mission with Tony, Wanda, Sam, Steve, and Peter. Steve and Tony usually don’t allow you and Peter do go on missions together because your first instinct is to always protect each other, and Tony knows how overprotective Peter is. But they decided that they needed both of your abilities to complete today’s mission.

“Okay be careful, you’re getting pretty close to the unit.” You hear Natasha.

You were investigating an old HYDRA unit. Even though HYDRA has been destroyed, you and the team think there are still people trying follow through with their plans.

You move from the Pilar you were hiding behind and just as you take the first footstep bullets start flying your way.

You use your powers and create a force field around your body as your eyes turn from Y/E/C to your signature neon green.

You created green energy orbs with your hands and shot them at the attackers.

“There’s people now guys. I’m west from the unit, lots more people are coming out so please hurry.” You breathe out.

They started getting close enough that you needed to go to hand-to-hand combat.

Two were coming at you at the same time. You gave one a swift punch to the head, your arm glowing green in the process giving you extra strength. The other one was coming behind you but before they could do anything you grabbed his arm and flipped him over your head.

More men started rushing towards you and you weren’t sure you could hold them off much longer.

“Guys there’s about 30 agents here now!” You say frantically into your mic.

“We’re coming, just hold them off a little longer you got this!” Steve encourages.

“Y/n, be careful please.” You hear Peter’s wavering voice.

“Don’t worry.” You pause ducking into a split from an agents hit, punching him in the nuts.

You flip back up from the ground and get back to a fight stance.

One comes at you shooting a gun. You quickly from a force shield and run towards the guy. You jump onto his back and climb up onto his shoulders. You make him spin around while his gun is firing, shooting all the men surrounding you.

You jump off his back and start firing your energy orbs wherever you can. The amount of agents surrounding you now is getting over whelming.

There’s about 6 men trying to fight you up close. Your trying to battle them out but some of them are laying some good hits on you.

You feel a sharp sting, you can quite identify what caused it. Just as you go to look, 4 of the agents have been knocked down.

You check your surrounds to see what caused the men to fall and see caps shield. You smile and let a breath out knowing you have a little extra help now.

“Thanks cap!” You shout over to him. He nods with a smile and runs over to you and starts fighting by your side.

“Where’s everyone else?” You ask while knocking an agent out.

“They’re coming. We got stuck at one of the buildings.” He replies knocking down one of the last agents. You know it won’t be the last one but you have some time to cool off for a while.

You nod and pace around, catching your breath. You look down and an agent lets out a groan and moves a little. You give him a quick kick and he’s out again.

“Hey did you see this?” You hear Steve ask.

You turn around and see him holding a used syringe.

You get nervous and start to think maybe they was the pinch you felt earlier while fighting.

“Steve check my neck and see if there’s anything.” You ask.

He walks over to you and tilts your head up to exam your neck.

“Shit...Y/N/N.” Steve sighs.

“Okay, it’s nothing to worry about Nothing’s happening.” You shrug.

“Yeah yet.” Steve turns away.

Steve is very protective over you. He’s basically your father. He found you hiding during the battle of New York. You had a pretty traumatic life. Getting abducted by HYDRA at the age of 4, getting powers due to the experiments, your parents dying, but hey now Captain America basically raised you and you’re an Avenger dating a boy with spider powers.

You look around once again and see more agents coming your way. You tap Steve and tell him to get ready.

In the other direction you see the rest of your team coming. Now you might actually be able to get into the unit.

Everyone has attackers swarming them you can barley see each other. You find it suspicious that they keep eyeing you though. But before you can finish your thought a pistol came to your head and you blacked out.

-

You woke up in an unfamiliar room. You’re surrounded by grey walls and strange tech equipment.

You groan out in pain. Your whole body aches and you can feel your head pounding.

You go to get up, but you’re body is restricted.

You look and see you’re body is tied up to the cold metal seat. You try to use your powers to break free, but you are left to see you’re powers aren’t working anymore.

“What the hell?” You mutter to yourself, wondering why and how your powers abruptly stopped working.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N...” A cold voice rang throughout your ears.

Your head shot up to see who it was. The man was tall with dark grey hair. He was wearing a suit and the other two people behind him were as well.

“Who are you?” You grunt out, struggling against your restraints. Damn maybe you shouldn’t of skipped out on training last week.

“Well if you must know, we are the remaining members of HYDRA. We and a couple more people have joined again to finally carry out our plans.” The one in the middle tells you. You assume he’s the leader.

“Why did you take me? Out of everyone else?” You ask them.

The man raises an eyebrow at you and then smirks. “You, dear Y/n, are one of the most important people on the team. They all care for you so deeply it’s disgusting. And quite frankly we aren’t finished with you.” The man hunches over so his eyes can meet yours.

You scrunch your nose up as he inches close to your face.

“You have something of ours.” The man tells you.

“I don’t have anything.” You say.

“Liar!” The man yells and strikes you in the face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You shout at the man, blood trickling from your nose into your mouth.

The man scowls at you and says something in German. Another man walks over with a knife in his hand.

He was younger then the man, he looked to be about 30.

The men all discuss while glancing at you every couple seconds. You try to hear what they’re saying but it’s all German.

You glance around the room and see there’s a camera in the corner. The light is blinking so that means they’ve been recording your whole interaction.

The younger man kneels beside you and places the blade on your arm.

“Where is our Grün serum?” The man persists.

“I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You cry.

“Tu es.” The gray hair man mumbles and you feel the blade sink into your skin.

You scream out in pain. The pain never resides, you wanted to see what he was carving but the sight of your mangled skin would freak you out even more.

“I didn’t take anything!” You weep.

You start yelling in agony again when the man starts carving on a new section of skin.

“PETER!” You scream out, maybe just a little bit of hope if he was still around he’d hear your screams.

-

At the Avengers compound

“PETER!” They hear your painful screams through the monitor.

Peter breaks into a sob. Hearing you yell for him and he’s not able to save you kills him.

“Shut it off I can’t watch anymore.” Steve says and looks away.

“I wish we could, but we need to see if they say anything.” Sam says trying to remain calm.

“Did you find the location yet?” Tony asks Natasha.

“Almost, five more minutes.” She responds.

The team looks at the monitor as the man comes to eye level with the camera.

“If you want your girl back you must surrender to us. For now she’s hydras property.”

And with that the monitor went static.

“I’m leaving.” Peter stands up.

“Kid you can’t leave. We gotta strategize first. You can’t leave without the team.” Tony demands.

“I don’t care!” Peter shouts.

“She is being tortured and she doesn’t have her powers! Without them she’s just a teenage girl, she’s going to die!” Peter grits his teeth in anger and starts to exit.

Wanda uses her powers and drags him back to his seat.

He huffs and slouches into his seat, tears brimming his eyes.

“Did you at least find where they’re keeping her?” Peter asks, his voice tired and raspy.

“No, I thought I was close but the coordinates are false.” Natasha replies, defeated.

“Then why are we here! I’m so tired of your stupid plans! We never follow them anyway. Y/n is going to die! Die! Do you not understand what that means?” Peter starts screaming and crying as the team starts rushing towards his side.

“Peter it’s okay, we’re going to find-.” Peter cuts Sam off.

“It’s not okay!” Peter’s voice cracks. “I keep losing everyone I care about. My parents, uncle Ben, and now May...I can’t lose Y/n.” Peter walks out of the room, he needs air.

“He’s not wrong Tony.” Steve says, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill.

“Go talk to him. Calm him down, I’ll figure something out.” Tony says and Steve exits.

Steve walks out to the balcony where Peter stands.

“Hey queens.” Steve says softly to Peter.

“Hey.” Peter says, his voice just above a whisper.

“Listen I know exactly how you feel. She’s my kid! I’m mean I know not actually but she might as well be...I want to get up and go after he just as much as you do. I don’t think they moved locations. I believe they’re still at the facility.” Steve explains.

Peter takes a glance at Steve. He nods his head, after cooling off he realizes there should probably be a plan. He still would rather leave though.

“So that’s exactly what we’re doing.” Steve stands up straight getting ready to go.

“W-what? Seriously?” Peter asks with wide eyes.

“Yeah, kid cmon get your suit on.” Steve motions for him to go and Peter immediately starts walking with him.

-

“Mr. Stark is going to kill me.” Peter breathes out.

Peter and Steve were in a car that Steve “borrowed.” He didn’t want to be tracked down.

“It’ll fine. He’ll understand...eventually.” Steve huffs.

“So what made you change your mind?” Peter breaks the silence.

Steve bites his lip while thinking.

“Y-you I guess.” Steve let’s put a breathy laugh.

“Seeing how determined you were just reminded me I can’t just sit here. I’ve never been on to just sit and wait. And this weekends Father’s Day... I would always make sure she’s happy that day because I know how it can be not having your dad.”Steve pauses.

“You can join to of you want.” Steve smiles.

“O-okay yeah.” Peter smiles back, but on the inside he wants to cry, he’s never had someone offer him something like that before.

-

At The HYDRA Unit

You feel awful. Your whole body aches, your skin burns, you can feel the cuts on your arms are infected.

Looking down at your arm you see the man carved “HYDRAS PROPERTY.”

You feel dirty, you’re tired, and maybe even getting sick. You don’t know what they injected you with or what they’re planing to do but it’s really taking a toll on your mental and physical health. The abuse doesn’t make what’s going on in your body any better.

“I just want to go home.” You cry out, your voice broken.

“You can’t...you are the final step.” The man gets inches away from your face.

You get fed up and spit in his face.

“Curva dracului! Damn you whore!”The man shouts and cracks you across the face.

Maybe you shouldn’t of done that, but damn it was worth it.

You can’t help but laugh. You’re used to the beatings and you’re delirious at this point

“You think this is funny?” The man sneers at you.

“Hilarious.” You reply.

Before the man can do anything, a loud crash was heard.

The man glared at you before running towards the source of the noise.

A couple seconds later you hear bangs and grunts, you’re assuming it’s a fight.

A little bit of you hopes it’s Peter.

You see a man blasted across the wall and a red-suited figure follow.

“Spider-Man!” You say with the the first genuine smile in a long time.

“Hold on Y/n I’ll be right there!” Peter shouts and webs up another agent.

Peter comes over and unties you. Once your finally free you pull Peter into a bone crushing embrace.

“I missed you so much.” You mumble against his chest.

“I missed you.” He says while caressing your head.

“Cmon guys we gotta go before anyone else comes after us.” Steve urges.

Peter picks you up and runs back outside towards the car.

“Okay go!” Peter tells Steve.

“Seatbelts.” Steve says.

“There’s people literally shooting at us and you’re waiting till we put our seatbelts on?” Peter complains.

Steve doesn’t say anything and Peter rolls his eyes.

“Alright there go!” Peter yells.

And with that Steve slams on the gas and leaves the facility.

-

“I know I’ve already asked you this but are you sure you’re okay?” Peter asks you. It’s been a week since your rescue and he’s still treating you like your glass.

“Yes Peter I’m perfect.” You smile and kiss him sweetly.

Bruce and Tony worked together so you finally got your powers back.

You feel a lot better now that you’re back home with everyone you love, but you can’t help me bothered by the scaring of HYDRAS PROPERTY on your arm. Will you actually always be apart of them?

“Y/n, I know somethings on your mind...what’s up?” Peter asks concerned.

“Nothing...just look.” You pull your sleeve up and show him the healing scars.

“Baby listen to me...you’re not apart of them. You’re apart of the avengers and they can’t control you anymore. I won’t let them get you ever again i promise.” Peter pulls you into his warm embrace.

“Thank you so much Peter...I love you.” You whisper.

“You love me?” Peter whispers back.

“Yeah I do, I love you a lot Pete.” You smile.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Peter smiles back and kisses you passionately.

You giggle and pull away.

“Alright let’s focus on today.” You say.

“Do you think Steve will be happy about his gift?” You question Peter.

It’s Father’s Day and since Steve has always treated you like his own daughter, you got adoption papers to make it official.

“Of course! He’s going to love it!” Peter reassures you.

-

“Hey Steve!” You walk into the living room where him Natasha, and Bucky are sitting.

“Hey Y/N/N, are you and Peter ready for lunch?” He asks you while patting a seat beside him for you to sit.

“Yeah we’re ready, but before we go I got you a gift actually.” You smile.

“You didn’t have to get me a gift.” Steve smiles back.

“Well I did so here.” You let out a shaky breath and handed him the papers.

“If you want, I got the adoption papers so you could legally be my guardian. I know it’s a little difficult when I get into trouble at school and they need to see my ‘parent’ and you always the one that comes. You’re the one that’s always there when I need a parental figure, so thank you. Happy Father’s Day, Steve. I love you.”

“Y/n...” Steve pauses which kind of scared you.

“Of course I’ll be your dad. What do I have to do! Just sign?” Steve says with the biggest grin.

“Yeah, yeah just right there and it’ll be official.”

Steve signs the paper and stands up.

“Alright celebratory lunch! C’mon official daughter. And Peter you come too.” Steve grabs you and Peters arms as you walk out the door.

-

*Bonus*

“Nat, are you...are you crying?” Bucky asks Natasha.

“It was a sweet moment! If you ever tell anyone I’ll kill you.”

-

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Tattooed-Uvogin

(Tattoo Soulmate AU- Where tattoos are shared by soulmates, if a soulmate dies then the other looses their ability to have nen and the tattoo disappears. I love soulmate AU's, they're fun. Also when Uvogin gets the spider tattoo he will be 24.)

(Female Reader)

College is usually portrayed in two ways, absolutely fantastic where breaking into song is the norm, or a horrid experience akin to horny Lovecraftian creatures. In this case the song song type of college is the norm.

Most individuals in college receive a tattoo, whether it be their own or their soulmates. Usually it is a happy occasion when that happens. Most would flaunt their new mark and spit out how much they wanted to meet their soulmate, but (y/n) was an exception.

Junior year, the hope of a new age of adulthood quickly coming up. The twenty-two old started to strip. Why strip? Well because she had decided to wait her junior year to get her athletic credit, and because she wanted to see a tattoo if she were to get one. But the first reason is what people think. Practically tearing off the jacket she wore and tossing it onto a bench, (y/n) jumped at the sudden shrieks and hollers from across the room.

"Lilith! Holy shit look!" Deciding to see what the commotion was about, (y/n) leaned over to watch the event unfold. On her lower back, almost covered by her shoulder length blonde hair, was a beautiful koi tattoo. As if swimming the splash of blue, orange and cream colors contrasted beautifully with her deep skin tone.

"What?! Oh my god show me!" Lilith squealed, pushing away girls to get to the nearest mirror. The brightest smile decorated her pink lips and when she finally saw the new mark on her shoulder, she waved around her hands and jumped with unrivaled joy. "I can't fucking believe it!"

"Do you think he just turned 21? Like today's his birthday or something?" Another girl exclaimed, staring at the inked shin with awe.

"Probably! Most people get them when they turn 21. God I'm so excited! I'm posting this everywhere to see if someone answers."

More girls crowded around Lilith, the light tapping of gentle fingers bringing (y/n) back to her senses. Turning around the female met with her dearest friend. "What?"

"Ms. Venal will snap at us if we aren't ready, best not to get on her bad side again. She might make us do push-ups for a warm up again." The soft voice and her light brown hair and eyes pairing nicely with her shy personality.

"Oh shit you're right." Swiftly (y/n) moved back to the back of the locker room, pulling off her pants at the same time. Replacing them with gym shorts with the school logo she quickly followed by her favorite shirt.

Grabbing the school shirt she jumped when someone grabbed her shoulders from behind. "(Y/n)! Your back!"

Before (y/n) could protest she was pulled to her friends locker with a hand mirror shoved in her face. Hesitantly she grabbed it and moved it around her face, trying to see what Jessy was talking about. Finally, a large dark tattoo revealed itself on her lower back, spider legs and a white eleven in the center.

"Looks like a spider, but with twelve legs? Weird." Jessy replied, lightly tracing the many legs now inked into her friend's skin. "You seem... disappointed? (Y/n) you good?"

(Y/n) shrugged, surprisingly it was underwhelming compared to what she thought it would be like. I mean the weird spider on her back was the key to finding her soulmate right? Yet it still felt like a normal school day. "Kinda underwhelming I guess."

"Hey (y/n), you got one too? I honestly thought you wouldn't get one." The snarky voice of Lilith echoed in the locker room, a new hand placing itself on (y/n)'s shoulder. "A spider, really?"

(Y/n) gritted her teeth, Jessy moving to put on the last of her clothes. "They probably just like spiders, so what?"

"Looks like they don't know how to count, that's sad." Lilith remarked, poking at the inked flesh. "Didn't you get a tattoo not too long ago, what was it again?"

"A (favorite animal)." (Y/n) mumbled grabbing her school shirt and putting it on.

"Wow, classic."

(Y/n) pretty much had enough of this and turned to the blonde with vigor. Placing a figure on the new koi fish tattoo. "Wow, classic cunt."

The blonde scoffed, but was quickly interrupted when the teacher called out. "Girls, hurry up or you all are going to do more push-ups!"

Lilith mumbles underneath her breath, venomous words that didn't pass (y/n). "Go fuck yourself." She had said.

In a last ditch effort to get some satisfaction, the (h/c) haired girl turned to the blonde and smiled. "After you."

Man school was just dandy.

~~~

For some reason the drive home felt longer than usual, the songs uninteresting and slow.  But that didn't stop the sigh of relief when entering her home. Maybe telling her parents about the tattoo would bring up her spirits? They always wanted to see what it would end up being.

"Momma! I'm home!" (Y/n) yelled, letting the fact sink in to any occupants.

She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a snack, and paused. Her dad, usually sitting with his back straight and glasses on, now held his lenses with his face in his hand. "Hey dad, you're home early. Everything alright?"

Swiftly his head shot up, (h/c) hair messy unlike usual. "Huh? Oh, yeah yeah I'm fine, just a lot of work is all. We're still trying to find who stole Ruby Red, that jewel is worth a few billion Jenny."

The man's daughter pulled a chair and sat down across from him, opening her snack to start eating it. "I still can't believe someone was able to take it, isn't the security pretty high?"

"Yup, and Ruby Red wasn't the only thing they took. They took a few other gems too." Her mother butted in, placing a kiss upon her husband's cheek. "Whoever did it defiantly had help, you're dad placed too many security guards for it to have been one guy."

(Y/n) furrowed her brows, the fact it was more than one person sans all too surprising, but how did they get past the armed guards in the first place? "So what exactly happened? Like to the guards I mean."

"Well... that's just it. We don't know." The dad rubbed the back of his neck, trying to relieve the tension that had built. "They just vanished... poof, gone. No sign of a struggle, no blood, all of it gone."

The mother removed her hand and pulled up a chair, sitting down and taking a sip of whatever is in her mug. "Yeah, pretty crazy stuff. I've been looking through the cameras and I think they have been tampered with. Whoever took the merchandise wasn't a rookie. They knew what they were doing."

"Who do you guys think did it? The mafia?" The daughter asked, looking at both her parents.

"A new group has been floating around, something called the Phantom Troupe. They are pretty much the worst of the worst." The brunette mother replied, placing her cup down and getting more comfortable.

"Worse than the mafia?" (Y/n) questioned.

"Pretty much, this gang took out the entire Kurta clan just a few months ago. They took their eyes and everything." There was a pause, easily taken up by the gravity of the situation her parents were in.

Her father butted in. "Anyway, anything happened at school? How's Jessy doing, she can come over for dinner tonight too. Martha said she was making lobster claws and steak."

"Ah, well, Jessy's doing fine and I'm sure she'd love to come over again. I'll go ahead and text her." (Y/n) pulled out her phone and did just that, asking if her friend wanted to come over again.

"What else, I feel like your hiding something." Martha asked, leaning closer to her daughter with a sly smile.

Small bits of sweat started to form on her brow, right now didn't exactly seem like a good time to talk about an odd tattoo. "Well I cursed someone out, that was fun."

Her dad groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh my god was it that Lilith bitch again?"

"Edgar!" Martha snapped, slapping the man on his shoulder and she lightly scolded him. The both of them knew their daughters relationship with that girl. All they had to say is if the coward ever threw a punch, to lay her ass on that ground. (Y/n) was still waiting for her to throw it.

A small ping from a phone ringed, the daughter pulling hers out and slightly smiling. At least when Jessy comes over she would have emotional support over the weird tattoo. "Yeah, it was her again. Anyway, mom do you want any help, Jessy said she would come over."

"Sure, honey. I'd like that."

~~~

The air was tense, sweat slowly forming on (y/n)'s brows as her dearest friend babbled on and on about her early day bravery. "Lilith couldn't say a word to us for the rest of the day! It was hilarious." Jessy boasted, laughing at the sense painted in her head.

Though Martha and Edgar looked at their daughter dumbfounded. "Sooo, is there a reason why you didn't tell us about your new tattoo?" The mother asked, leaning on her elbow with her head in her hand.

"Ah, well you know, it's kinda embarrassing."

"Seriously, you didn't tell them?!"

"I said it's embarrassing!" (Y/n) reinstated, moving her hands in front of her face to attempt stopping the forming blush.

"So! Show us!" Martha exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

(Y/n) grumbled a bit and stood up from her chair, lightly pulling up the back of her shirt. On her lower back the sideways spider laid, twelve legs spread out for the world to see.

Silence followed, the air thicker than it once was. "Yeah, it's a little weird. Honestly it was underwhelming getting it." (Y/n) tried to release the growing tension with a light laugh, though it didn't do much.

"Y-Yeah, it is a little weird isn't it?" Edgar had replied, moving to lightly trace his fingers on the inked skin. "Well I don't think most people have twelve-legged spiders on their backs so it shouldn't be too difficult to find out who this guy is."

~~~

Those words meant so much now, after seeing the news talk about Ruby Red's disappearance and how it was linked to a group of mass murderers, the words felt heavy.

Changing to homeschooling was the first thing to happen, as having people see such a dangerous tattoo could endanger your family. Hunters would travel far and wide to catch the soulmate of a Phantom Troupe member, to sell or kill them for the highest price tag. So being around other reckless students was a big no-no.

Next was their home, moving to the outskirts of York New city to start fresh, where no one would know who they were. Getting a new job wasn't too difficult for Martha and Edgar, as security personnel was important everywhere.

Though (y/n) herself wasn't allowed a job, too risky they would say. And Jessy, well at least she was still there. The friend would visit every so often to catch up, and texting each other became an everyday occurrence.

It had been five years since that dinner, and now fear and anxiety ruled over (y/n)'s life. Walking on the streets it seemed every passerby was a possible hunter, just waiting to catch her and slit her throat.

(Y/n) could only trust Jessy and her parents.

The ringing of a phone smacked the female from her train of thoughts, papers she was once working on discarded. Picking up the device and placing it on her ear, a sweet voice rang with an excited undertone. "Yo, (y/n). Whatcha up to?"

A delicate smile pulled at the (h/c) haired lips. "Fine, just doing mom and dads paperwork. Kinda the only job they'll let me have."

There a was a light hearted laugh on the other side of the phone. "Well I'm going to have a few days off of work it you want to meet up and have a few drinks. I'll be coming in sometime tomorrow evening if you want to meet up then?"

"I'd love to, I'll just have to ask mom and dad, you know how they are."

"Yeah, can't blame them though. I mean it's scary."

"Yeah... I'll call you a little later with an answer okay? See you later Jessy, tell me when you get here and I'll pick you up from the airport."

"Alright, sounds good to me! Bye-bye!"

"Bye." Her smile faded when the phone call ended, at least it wouldn't be too bad. Now she just had to get on her knees and beg her parents.

Searching through the apps on the phone she ended up on the calling one, but paused. 'I'll just ask them when they get home, I'll drive over there soon.' Tossing the electronic on her bed (y/n) sighed and leaned back in her seat.

~~~

After plenty of begging and a semi-long drive to the airport, the now ecstatic girls drove around the city to wherever this bar was.

"Okay okay, (y/n), don't get mad at me but I invited a few other friends." Jessy timidly said, scrunching her body as close as possible to her seat.

"Who?" Was all said, making the other girl all the more afraid of an anxious outburst.

"Just a girl I met the bar once, her name is Shizuku. She said she's bringing another friend over, another girl. Don't worry though she's a bit of an airhead, an absolute sweetheart once you get to know her." Jessy relaxed, not noticing any changes with her friend's behavior. "Sorry I wanted to tell you but if you told Edgar and Martha they probably wouldn't have let you go! I just really wanted to hang out with you."

"Don't worry, mom and dad don't have to know." (Y/n) turned and gave a small wink before turning back to the road.

Jessy sighed, relieved to finally have some fun without much worry. "Oh oh! Right here!" The car slowly drove into the parking lot, the two searching for a spot to park. "Oh! They're over there." The two girls exited and quickly made their way to another pair.

The first girl Jessy walked to and hugged had shoulder length black hair and large round glasses. Large, plum doe like eyes gazed at (y/n) with innocent intrigue. Her casual wear consisting of a long black sleeved shirt and black shorts complimented her hourglass body type. She honestly looked adorable.

The other was a blonde clearly taller than her ravenette friend. Calculating eyes, short hair in a bob and a hooked nose gave her a demanding audience. The woman wore a red, low cut baby doll dress that ended on her mid thigh, and black heels making her even taller.

"Okay guys, this is (y/n), she's been my friend ever since middle school." Jessy placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, (y/n) shyly waving and saying hello. "And (y/n) this is Shizuku and her number two, Pakunoda." They too did the same thing.

"Alrighty! Now that we have all the introductions out of the way!" Exclaimed Jessy, grabbing (y/n)'s hand and waving for the other two to follow. "Let's get absolutely trashed!"

Pakunoda snorted and followed, all four of them entering the not-so-much-a-bar-as-it-is-a-club building.

Jessy grabbed a table, putting some of her things down to mark it as her own. "I'll go ahead and get something to get this party started! Anything in particular you guys want?"

Shizuku places a finger on her chin, deep in thought. Pakunoda wrapped an arm around the ravenette and shook her head. "Surprise us."

(Y/n) quickly waved her hands. "Don't get me something strong, I'll be the designated driver." She laughed, Shizuku finally making up her mind.

"Something fruity!"

She did somewhat seem like an airhead.

After plenty of drinks for the four, and pleasant conversation between the girls, Jessy was finally breaking under the alcohol. Her slim build swaying even when she sat in the booth's chair. "Y'all wanna hear a funny story? Or at least its funny to me." She slurred.

Pakunoda, sitting on the outside of the curved booth, leaned in. "Sure." Elbow now on the table and head in her hand. A delicate smile etched onto her lips, her eyes calculating as an extra hand served her drink.

(Y/n) listened to her start talking about Lilith, the old school bully having many stories about her. "I'm going to go to the restroom." She tapped Jessy's shoulders and moved over and out of the conversation.

Shizuku listened carefully to the slurring female, Pakunoda doing the same. Slowly the story became interesting, talking about receiving tattoos and snapping at the girl named Lilith.

But more importantly, a tattoo received on a lower back. (Y/n)'s lower back.

By the time said female returned all had paused, both Shizuku and Pakunoda silent but attentive. Jessy moved over to let her friend back in the booth they had claimed, Pakunoda placing a slender arm across her shoulders. "You have quite the temper don't you?"

Remembering what they had been talking about, the comment didn't surprise (y/n) all that much. "Lilith? Haha, yeah I hated her. She was difficult to deal with, always trying to one up everyone." (Y/n) waved her hand around to dismiss her temper, truly she couldn't stand people like Lilith. "Don't worry I'm much better now." Again she lightly laughed.

"You seem like it, you're so shy. I honestly didn't expect a story like that." Paku replied, leaning in a little closer.

"Which one was it? I've kinda snapped at her a lot."

"The one where ya' finally got yer tattoo~!" Jessy replied, sandwiching the poor girl between the two.

(Y/n)'s entire body went rigid, her breathing slightly labored by her hammering heartbeat. 'No, no, no Jessy couldn't have told that story, she wouldn't. She knows how dangerous it is for me already, telling people would make it worse!'

She would be hunted by hunters and the Phantom Troupe alike if the wrong people were to find out.

Doing her best to relax, her shoulders not so tense anymore. "Ye-Yeah, it's a bit of a strange one but I don't mind it too much. What time is it?"

Shizuku looked at her phone, her mouth wishing to yap about how Uvogin would love the girl. Or how Uvogin is just a call away from finding his soulmate. OR ANYTHING RELATED! But alas, the bone crushing grip placed on her thigh along with straight up saying it earlier, told her to shut it.

Now with a pouting face she checked the time. "It's 12:48."

Mumbling a short 'shit', (y/n) grabbed her purse and stood up. "Sorry! I was supposed to go home an hour ago!" She examined her phone with a pale face, not just from her tattoo being revealed, but the endless messages from her parents. "Does anyone need a ride?"

Jessy leaned in more, her lips ghosting (y/n)'s ear. "I would love to ride."

Pushing her drunk friend off, (y/n) made her way out of the booth, Jessy wrapped in her arms as the girl stumbled. "You two?"

Shizuku lifted her finger, her mouth opening to speak, but was quickly stopped when a hand smacked itself on her lips. "Don't worry about us." Paku replied, waving a dismissive hand.

"Al-alright. Well we'll be off then, take care!" Quickly grabbing her things, and Jessy, the two slipped out of the club.

Shizuku smacked Paku's hand away and pushed up her glasses. "What was that for?!"

Pakunoda shifted out of her seat, looking around at the other inhabitants of the establishment. "You were going to say something about Uvo, weren't you?"

The ravenette pursed her lips and turned away, scooting out of the booth as well. "So what if I was? It wouldn't stop us from getting her anyway." Whined the girl.

"It would have made getting her harder, she's already cautious of everyone." The two girls exited the bar, stopping to watch (y/n)'s car drive away. "Besides it won't be too difficult for Shalnark to find her."

"Didn't you touch her?" Shizuku pushed her glasses up once more, turning to wonder off to home base.

"Of course, she was very anxious the entire time, and she was weary of us from the beginning."

The ravenette hummed, both wondering through the lit up city. Smoke polluted the air of the alleyways they traveled through, the moonlight basking the criminals in an ethereal glow. The alleyway became too quiet, the once light sounds of buzzing insects feasting on the dumpsters silenced.

The girls stopped, looking at the empty sidewalk in front of them. They could sense two individuals, on in front of them and the other behind. Were the stalkers going to try and jump them? Did they know who they are? Well it doesn't matter, the stalkers will be dead soon.

"Well well well," A gruff voice echoed from behind. "Looks like the butterflies flew into the spider's web. How about you two be sweethearts and tell me about that friend of yours? The one with the (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes."

Shizuku turned around to face the man, noting the switch blade open and poised in his hands. "He has a knife, Paku."

The man 'tsk'ed slowly walking closer to the girls. Paku stared straight ahead, the other stalker finally revealing himself, a scrawny man with a baggy shirt and large knife.

Pakunoda sighed and pulled out her revolver, aiming straight between the scrawny man's eyes. "Never bring a knife to a gun fight." A quick pull of the trigger and a loud bang caused the man to fall over, a small hole oozing blood and smoke between his glossy orbs.

Shizuku summoned Blinky and with a quick bonk on his head, the gruff voiced man collapsed to the ground.

"Shizuku, is he dead?"

"I didn't hit him that hard." With a hum and a finger on his neck. "Nope, he's alive."

"Good." She swayed over to the man and placed a hand upon his cheek. A rush of memories and emotions entered her mind, like the ripples in water. "They weren't alone, they called others before following us. We should hurry before they find her first."

"They'll kill her won't they?"

"Probably."

"Uvogin would loose his nen if that happened, hmm, we can't let that happen."

Nothing new happened after their encounter, the dark streets now baron by the late night and the rundown buildings. Turning the corner to enter the hideout, a face revealed itself, young and distressed, their thin black brows furrowed.

No words were exchanged, the girls entering without a care. A sigh left the short man's lips as he walked with them into the church. "Machi had a feeling again. What happened?"

Shizuku hopped her way onto a pile of rubble and sat down with an impassive expression. "We were attacked by some thugs on our way back. Though, it was more like a one-way-massacre."

The entire Troupe was in the broken down office building, there were preparing to infiltrate a museum filled with priceless artifacts, but it might have to be postponed.

Feitan didn't look at Shizuku, already knowing her information may very well be useless. "Paku?"

"Shizuku's friend brought a number two as well, she just so happened to be a soulmate." Pakunoda teased, crossing her arms.

The small group playing cards stopped, even Chrollo averted his eyes from his book of interest. Feitan's brows lifted slightly, probably in surprise.

"Ah! That happened too."

Franklin snorted, placing down his cards and shifting to face Paku. Shalnark, Nodunaga, Machi, Kortopi, Bonolenov, and Franklin were huddled up in a small circle playing cards, though the game was now paused. Uvogin, the secret star of the show, was rooting for Nodu to finally win a game. "Who?"

A delicate smirk etched itself on her features, a slender finger pointing to the bear-like man sitting behind Nobunaga.

With that action taken, the bear-like man grabbed Nobunaga and wrapped his arm around his head. The other hand pulling out the ponytail and messing up his hair as a boisterous laughs echoed throughout the building.

Franklin smacked a hand on Uvogin's shoulder and congratulated them, Nobu yelling for Uvo to let go. Once he finally let him go, the shorter man smacked Uvo.

Uvogin didn't exactly care, all he knew is that his soulmate was found and that she was his next target. "Keep talking Paku." Uvo kindly ordered, curiosity taking hold.

"Well she's pretty cute, (h/l) (h/c) hair, bright (e/c) eyes. She's pretty attentive." Pakunoda waved her hands around, finding a seat on the opposite side of the large room.

Another hearty laugh escaped the bellows of his chest. "Finally! Took her long enough." He exclaimed, clapping and rubbing hands together. "Where is she?"

Pakunoda shrugged. "Her name is (y/n) (l/n), Shal will have to figure that out."

Chrollo hummed, grabbing the attention of the room. "Uvo, once you find out where she lives I want you to get her, it would be a shame if you lost your nen." He paused and placed a bookmark in his spot. "Paku does anyone else know?"

The blonde nodded her head. "Yes, the thugs overheard and called a few of their friends. I don't know how many."

Chrollo hummed once more, leaning in a bit closer to the group. "Once Shal figures out her whereabouts I want you and Nabu to go with Uvo. And be cautious, we don't know how strong the hunters will be."

Uvogin laughed, hands on his hips as he threw his head back. "I will."

"Found her!" Shalnark yelped, a bright smile stretched across his cheeks. "(Y/n) (l/n), lives in the New Found Apartment Complex about three blocks from her parents. Oh! Edgar and Martha (l/n), they work as security managers for the museum we were targeting." Shalnark excitedly exclaimed, waving his phone around in the air. "I'll send you the address, Uvo."

Feitan quirked an eyebrow. "She might know which hunters were hired to protect the exhibit."

Chrollo hummed once more, returning to his book with a calm expression. "That might be the case, if so then there we could be better prepared." The sultry voice of the boss explained further her use, not just for Uvogin but the entire team.

Uvogin cracked his knuckles, waving to Nobunaga and Pakunoda to follow. "Consider it done."

~~~

(Thats it everyone! Sadly Wattpad allows for larger chapters so this will be put into two parts to accomadate.)

#yandere uvogin #uvogin x reader #uvogin #yandere phantom troupe #yandere uvogin x reader #tattooed part one #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh

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From my prompt list:

4) After reaching your 16th birthday you gain the ability to see everyone's red strings of fate and on your 18th you finally get to see yours, except yours dissappears into the ground/sky.

Fandom:Doctor who

Pairing: 13 x gender neutral reader

This is my first fic on tumblr. I know its hella long and not all of my fics will be like this. This came to me from a dream I had recently. I love Jodie and I decided to write the spider episode from a different perspective. I may have change the episode slightly to fit the reader. I am thinking of doing a part 2 but it may be a while before I do as I have deadlines and stuff to keep up with. The next part may be more fluff between 13 and yourself. I know this didn't have much but it's something. I'm also sorry to any Americans reading this, I love yas but its just the personality I put to go with the readers personality. I'm also sorry for any spelling mistakes as I'm doing this on my phone.

Summary: spider episode with a small change I'm plot to accommodate your beautiful self in this fic

Warnings: slight description of a couple of panic/anxiety attacks, swearing and a bit of angst. Long intro for small fluff. And it's a part 1 do I guess a small cliffhanger is a warning?

Beep beep beep. Your alarm starts blaring in your ears, waking you up with a start. You glare at the interrupting machine before turning it off. After such a crazy night, you did not want your sleep so rudely interrupted. Why did you have a crazy night? It's your 18th birthday today and your friends decided to visit your place for a little house party, last night, to celebrate and now you have a pounding headache.

You groaned as you realised, you would need to take some pain meds before you even think about going back to sleep. Slipping out of your bed, you walk to the bathroom and find the cupboard with all sorts of medicinal and bathroom bits and bobs. You then grab the glass that you placed there in preparation for the definite hangover. The glass was a little cold to the touch but you filled it with some cool water from the sinks tap.

You took two, just so you could have a longer sleep. You waddle back into your bedroom and just as you get comfy, you widen your eyes at the memory. You needed to see your mother today, she said she had a gift for you but she would only be at home until 11. You looked at the machine that you hated for the time. It was currently 10:05. You jumped to your feet and rush to get ready.

As you walked outside, you saw the regular red strings that you saw everyday. Why do you see strings? You honestly didn't know, but you knew their purpose, it helped match 2 soulmates together. But something seemed a little off, there was no one on the street anymore, so why could you still see one line of destiny? You decided to follow the string south, down to your own (s/c) hand which was now slightly shaking at the sight.

"Fuck. Fuck,fucky fucking fuck. Why now? Why me? What the shit is going on with me?" You curse to yourself. You could feel your breath getting rapid and your head started spinning slightly. You quickly unlocked your car and sat down to help calm you down. You took a few deep breaths and focused on your senses.

When you eventually calmed down, you decided to look at where the string led. Oh, how you shouldn't have looked. It didn't go in any way of a compass, it went straight up and past the clouds. How? You had so many questions but you had to focus on the day ahead.

You had been to your mothers house and collected your new (fave game series) and your card. You were incredibly thankful as you have been saving up to buy it for yourself one day. You had played the previous games and loved every one of them and to say you were excited was an understatement. You almost ran back into your place if it wasn't for needing the key to access the gates.

Living in a gated community helped you feel a lot safer but it did also make you a big target for thieves to practise picking locks. No one had figured out where the hidden camera that kept alerting the authorities was though. Even you have tried put of plain curiosity but you got stumped after the 10th day of searching. You were sure you looked in every possible hiding spot, yet the camera always seemed to evade you in the pointless game of hide and seek.

As you unlocked the gate, you felt a twitch on your finger. The string was moving down and at a very fast pace, almost falling speed. You looked up and saw a small black dot heading towards the ground, if thats your soulmate, they would certainly be dead the second they meet their fate. When you could no longer see the dot, you kept your eyes glued to the string, waiting for it to disappear like everyone else's did when a soulmate died.

After five minutes, the string was still there and was still as red as ever, like no harm had come to them. But thats not possible. No creature could survive that especially from that great a height! You were beyond curious and quickly went into your living room and searched on all your social media for anyone else that may have spotted the dot in the sky, yet no one had but you knew (b/f) had another massive fight with their roommate, Stella, over whose turn it was to do the dishes again.

If you didn't know that Stella was in a relationship with another, you would have sworn those two were in a relationship. You giggled at the silly thought, "if Stella ever goes through a break up with her, I'm totally gonna set those two up."

You give up on finding anything out today, maybe it'll be on the news tomorrow and you set off to go on an online shopping spree, you had a few codes and now, thanks to your wonderful mother, had a little cash to spare and you did see that gorgeous top on sale. Once you had spent the day either shopping or gaming you decided to head to bed but you couldn't stop thinking about that dot and what the red string meant for you.

When your alarm had went off, you hit it and got dressed for your new job at some hot shot posh hotel run by an aspiring American with High expectations and little experience with Sheffield. You had been told you wouldn't get to meet him much and you were beyond fine with that, you hated Americans, simply because you hated violence and guns were the big no on your weaponry list of avoidance. You didn't mind weapons in video games, those were harmless to the outside world. You didn't mind verbal violence though, it was all you had to defend yourself with and in Sheffield, that was better than nothing. You were very short tempered when it came to your anger but you found that it was either verbal or physical, you chose to be verbal.

You looked at your phone for any messages from (b/f) and had a good luck message. You replied with a smiley face and a "ill need all the luck I can get. I've heard from a few employees that he can be a real asshole for no reason and fires people just because they made eye contact for too long. It's like he suspects someone is out for his blood."

After 2 minutes you received a reply from from them. "You better be on your best behaviour then, young lady!"

"That's the problem. I wonder what the record is for the quickest a person has got fired? Because I may break that, you know me! I don't exactly do as I'm told, that's why finding a job has been so hard. Anyway, I best get ready, gotta look the part! First impressions and all!" You replied with a nervous face. What you failed to notice was the red string no longer pointing towards the sky and you were making it shorter with every step you took. You did give up on finding out about the strange dot and came to the assumption that it fell in a lake, there were plenty of them around.

You walked into the swanky looking hotel and noticed the cobwebs that definitely were not there two days ago when you had your interview, yet they looked like they had been there for weeks. You would have put it down to Halloween decorations if it wasn't for the fact that it was June. You decided to not ask in case this was some sort of strange new American trend that your boss was following to help bring in the youth. It does help make it fit into Sheffield a lot more with the run down and abandoned look. It would need some rust, water damage, mold and cracks to finish the look but it was a start. If you had to be honest, the spider webs helped bring the place together. It was way too posh for Sheffield but you had to lie and say you love it in order to get hired. Just from that lie alone you knew exactly the personality of your boss, arrogant, vain and ignorant.

"Hello, you must be my new helper! I'm Najia, your second in command here. As you can see, there are loads of spider webs so they should be priority. If you could start cleaning in the south west second floor and continue that floor, that would be amazing. Now here's your cleaning trolley and if you happen to finish the floor early, send me a little message through the walkie talkie and I'll give you another room or floor. Do you have any questions?" Najia spoke softly. She seemed lovely and it was shame that she had to be in a place that would get more damage than its worth.

"Just one question: why so many spider webs?"

"I don't know, they just seemed to have appeared, I thought it was silly string from some teenagers that managed to break in somehow but it is actual spider web. It wasn't here when I left last night. I guess I'll have to ask someone about that."

And with that you separated and got to your floor when you finally noticed a slight burning sensation on your finger, it wasn't hurtful. It was like putting the finger in a really hot bath. You looked down and noticed it now pointed downhill and seemed to be glowing a shade of gold ever so gently that you would miss it if the weird sensation didn't make you look.

You left your trolley outside a toilet to make it seem like you were in there when really you had wondered off to follow the string. You would probably lose yourself in the maze of hallways that all looked the same as the last if the string didn't help lead you to a ballroom. You opened the door and instantly screamed. A giant spider was walking towards you, however you couldn't get out, you had used a staff door which needed a key card to use from this side as the other side still needed to be fitted and you left yours in the trolley, near the toilets. And the massive spider seemed to be blocking the other way out so you were trapped.

You weren't scared of spiders but seeing them at the size of a van did intimidate you. You started shaking from fear of what it would do to you. Out of pure instinct, you put your hand out to protect yourself and the sound of 8 legs against wooden flooring had ceased. The only sound was your laboured breathing. It stayed like this for what seemed like hours but in actuality was only 5 minutes. You opened your eyes slowly to see 8 more stare right back. 8 eyes that showed fear but no intention of harm. Instead the spider gave you space to breathe by walking back a few feet. Then it seemed to be watching you, studying your next move to see if you were a threat and whether or not it should kill you.

You stayed still for a moment, wrapping your head around what had just happened before gently walking towards the creature with both hands forward to show them clean of weapons. You decided to try and speak to the spider to see if it can understand you.

"Hello. I'm new around here, I'm sorry if I'm trespassing on your area, I wasn't aware of you being here to be honest. I mean you no harm, if anything, I want to help you but unfortunately, I'm stuck in here aswell." You spoke carefully as if it was a child that was afraid. You gently put your hand in its head and it seemed to understand your good intentions and your situation as it let you pet it. Now you were close, you started to admire it and realised it wasn't poisonous or venomous, it was just a regular house spider. But you couldn't figure out how or why it got this big but it did explain the cobwebs everywhere.

You had been with the spider for hours and it seemed like Najia either didn't care or has gotten fired as she hasn't asked about you. You had spent the time talking or singing to the spider. She, as you found out after looking it up, seemed to put her body around you to protect you. You had even met a couple of her children as they gave you food from the cafeteria to nibble on when your stomach growled.

Eventually the burning on your fingers turned up massively and was causing you pain. The spider seemed to sense this and wrapped her web around your finger to help cool it down a little. It didn't help but you showed gratitude anyway as she was only trying to help in anyway she could. You gave her a small smile and her eyes seemed to show sympathy in return.

Then the doors opened again and the sound of several feet walked in. "Oh thank god. I thought I was never going to be found in here." You thought to yourself as you heard the voices mumble to each other and probably about Betty and what's the best way to get rid of her. You would have paid more attention if your finger didn't feel like it had caught fire and was tight as if your soulmate was amongst those that had walked in.

Now you were nervous. How would you introduce yourself? What did they look like? Were they male or female, not that you really cared? So many questions made you feel lightheaded so you grabbed onto Betty to keep yourself planted.

Then the door opened again and a familiar voice echoed in the hall and you knew exactly how he'd want to deal with Betty and after your bond today, you would rather die than her. She was obviously innocent here and maybe the others could see it. Then you heard the familiar click of a gun safety being taken off and your body reacted before your mind did and you jumped in front of her to stop him, although you had a feeling it wouldn't, but it was worth a shot for the others to stop him.

"Don't you fucking dare shoot that gun Dickhead! Not without going through me!" You spoke with fire in your eyes and maybe a slight mix if fear aswell. That's when you looked over at the new group of people. They all seemed trustworthy enough.

There was Najia, who welcomed you here earlier and she looked sad, so she had definitely been fired. Then there was another woman who looked a lot like her, you guessed she was a daughter or something and she was pretty and definitely somone with authority with the way she stood and held herself, maybe she is a police officer? A man who looked as though he was in his 50s and definitely did not belong in this weird group. A young man who looked of a similar age to the police woman, maybe they are friends.

Then you laid your eyes on one of the most beautiful woman, no, human, you had ever seen and would probably never see again. She had short blonde hair in a bob. They seemed to be brunette at the root. She had beautiful chocolate honey eyes that glimmers with so much emotion and age well beyond her years, like she had experienced thousands of years before this moment. You also noticed her odd sense of style but you admired her boldness and it did look amazing on her. You decided she could only be described as sunshine and rainbows.

Then you noticed her hand And a familiar red string that was also glowing a beautiful subtle gold. Like millions of tiny golden stars circled around the string in a beautiful dance of love. Your eyes started to follow the string down and back to your own. She was your soulmate. That goddess that stood before you, was to be yours forever some day.

Then you looked into her hypnotic eyes before you remembered where you were and what situation you were in. And you realised everyone was staring at you for your previous action towards a spider.

"If you want to keep your job, I'd suggest you move out of the way silly girl!" Your boss grumbled in a threatening tone.

"Nope. You are about to hurt an innocent creature that is stuck and terrified. You built on top of landfill and didn't bother to check and thought of no consequences. This is your fault. Is this how you would treat a child that was a mistake after a one night stand or something? Would you shoot a child that had no choice?" You spoke with confidence yet more nerves now she was there listening to every word. When he didn't answer you shouted "Answer me! Would you shoot your mistake of a child?"

He glared at you. "This is different. This is an animal. A pest. It needs to be killed so more can't be born! I made my mistake and now I'm fixing it!" He bellowed just seconds before a shot was made from his gun. You had expected pain but instead you heard a horrible shriek from behind you.

You quickly turned around and petted her whilst whispering sweet words as she took her last breath. You stood up and made your way over to the murderer. You couldn't stand him and you were so tempted to take his gun and shoot him with it, but you didn't. With fire in your eyes and pure hatred, you slapped him hard enough to leave a mark and maybe a bruise as a reminder of his shitty choices. "You can't fire me because I fucking quit you arrogant dick! She had caused no harm to you or I and I'm sure if you would have sorted it sooner, so many more lives could have been saved as she only had humans because flies didn't fill her anymore! She was so kind and just so afraid. I hope you lose everything you pathetic sad sack of boiled shit! You are truest one of the lowest excuses for a human I have ever met and if we meet again please be very afraid, because next time, it won't just be a slap you have to worry about! It'll be your balls as I cut them off beacuse men like you shouldn't repopulate the planet! You horrid scum! I hope your empire fucking collapses!" You spoke with venom lacing every word. You were seething and boy did his face look punchable. Instead you walked away with your middle finger proudly being the last thing he sees as you walk out the normal doors.

Once you were outside, you sat in the steps and finally let out all the emotions. You cried so hard, over your loss of yet another job and a newly found friend. You screamed at him with a string of curses that would offend just about anybody. You suddenly felt somone sit at the side of you. You knew who it was when the string was burning more than ever before and yet you couldn't feel it over the pain your heart.

"You did brilliant back there. You chose, not just your job, but your life over a creature you barely even knew! If you wouldn't have jumped in when you did, I don't think her children would've had a chance to escape to my TARDIS because he's going on a hunt right now for the rest of them. Sure, you didn't save her but you saved so many more lives than you think. And I know each one is eternally grateful for what you did. I know I would be." Her words were certain and sympathetic. They seemed to calm you down instantly. Or maybe is was the way she talked that helped with her soft but strong voice and you knew you already couldn't get enough like it was the best drug ever. You could listen to her all day and yet, she had said very little to you. It was a strange effect but you liked it.

She fell into a silence for a while just keeping you company as you came to terms with had happened.

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[kabira]

03 | a little nighttime swinging

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

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

word count — 2.8k

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

warnings — violence

note — you know the drill—send me an ask or dm to be added to the taglist! first appearance of the amazing aunt may, so cheers to that. don’t really have much to add except for the fact that i woke up dead tired before morning classes to finish this...but it was fun so i guess it was worth it.

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Vernon almost jumped out of his seat when his phone buzzed.

And while he managed to keep his butt firmly planted, he did accidentally swipe half the stuff off his table, phone included. Granted, he should have been paying more attention—usually, he’d be alert and ready for the pestering texts about the day’s homework, but today he had been too tired to keep his eyes open for long.

He wiped the drool gathered at one corner of his mouth and swiped his phone up off the ground, his fingers going on autopilot as they entered the passcode and clicked open the messenger app.

LUCE:

page 25

wtf is a fitting reaction

nvm it’s fittig

VERNON:

reminds of the time you found a milf in the history textbook

LUCE:

the past is in the past

let it gooo

anyway send me the answers to q 11 through 13 and i’ll buy u whatever u want from larry’s on friday

Vernon snorted a laugh, then clicked off without answering. Bold of her to assume I don’t already have someone else to pay for my order. Somehow, though, the text from her had been almost relieving. After all the new changes, he had almost expected her not to text him. It was stupid, he knew, but he couldn’t help being a little apprehensive about the new superhero stuff taking over his regular routine.

He glanced back at the ground, where an old notebook with plans for web shooter mods lay open on the ground, loose pages spilling out. It was already dark out, but the streetlights hadn’t been switched on yet—a good time to sneak out in his suit without being seen; he didn’t want Mrs. Jones next door wondering why Spider-Man was swinging out of Vernon Parker’s bedroom window when she went out for her evening walk.

He exhaled through his teeth, blinking hard to push back any remaining sleepiness. Most of his homework remained yet to be done, but in his defense, he’d had a lot on his mind, not to mention his running on less sleep and more leftover Rhino-induced adrenaline.

He was tired. His was the kind of exhaustion that seeped into his bones and trickled into the empty corners of his mind, making him want move instead of lie down and rest for a while. It was the kind of tiredness you could only wash away by doing, and as long as he was Spider-Man, there was always something to do.

He clicked off the reading light, dousing the room in darkness. His senses were awake, as if straining for the stimulus of the city, and he needed a good nighttime swing to clear his mind anyway. I deserve a break.

Changing into the costume took all of forty-five seconds, picking up the fallen books three seconds. After sticking a pillow under the bedcovers, Vernon perched on the window pane, looking out into the chilly backyard below. Somehow, changing into his suit and swinging out from his actual neighborhood seemed even more thrilling than swinging in.

Maybe if I go out this way, those three won’t be able to follow.

“Vernon, are you in there?”

His heart almost leaped out of his throat at the voice. Vernon turned, eyes wide, eyes zooming in on the shadow lurking at the bottom of his bedroom door, where a little light seeped in from outside. The lock clicked as Aunt May’s hand pressed down on the handle, and the door opened a crack.

“Don’t come in, I’m naked!” he yelled in a fit of panic, backflipping from the window onto the mattress, making the bedsprings squeak tellingly under his weight. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He was so sleep-deprived he’d forgotten about locking the door.

Rule number one of hiding your secret identity from your all-seeing aunt: never leave the bedroom door open.

“Oh,” his aunt’s voice came from outside. The light spilling in from the crack in the door receded as she pulled the door shut again. “I just wanted to ask, dear, aren’t you going to eat anything? You haven’t had a bite since you came back from school.”

Crap, that’s true, he thought, the muscles of his stomach tightening at the thought. I’ll swing by the candy store downtown. “Uh, I don’t think I will,” he said. “I’m not hungry, er—think I might be coming down with something.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” May’s worried voice sounded, the door beginning to open again. “I could have whipped you up a—”

“No!” he yelled, instinctively pulling the covers up to his chest. “Naked, remember?”

The door closed again. “Well, put something on,” she replied. “And I’ll make you some soup.”

“You do that,” he muttered loudly, already feeling guilt pool in the pit of his stomach at making her so something for him. But what else was he supposed to do? “Actually, no, don’t bother. I can feel a headache coming on already. I’ll turn in for the night and have a big breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to anything?”

“Yeah,” he said. “And don’t come in! Because—you know—germs and stuff. Really nasty bug going around in school, one of the kids in my class had it. Don’t wanna infect you too.”

He heard her sigh, but it was an accepting sigh, albeit a little reluctant. “All right,” she said, and the shadow under the door pulled back a little. “Good night, Vernon.”

“Night, Aunt May,” he said, watching the slit of light under the door until the shadow receded completely. As soon as he was in the clear, he breathed a sigh of relief, slipping off the covers.

Those S.H.I.E.L.D. guys had it easy.

Although he couldn’t feel the night air on his bare skin, swinging through the city at night always left him feeling refreshed. It was a little ironic, sure, physical exertion energizing him, but Vernon suspected it was more of a psychological thing. Being out here in the open reminded him of who he actually was supposed to be—not just Vernon Parker, the tired highschooler with leftover chemistry homework, but crime-fighting, wall-crawling, not-homework-doing Spider-Man.

He landed on the roof of a high building, hitting the concrete with a satisfying plunk. Everything seemed more alive at night. Even from up here, he could hear the sounds of humanity on the street below, loud voices running into each other over the noise of traffic. The Daily Bugle billboard on the high building opposite him was lit up—Jameson probably dragging him like always—but Vernon tuned it out. The last thing he needed right now was more negativity.

He was about to leap off the side again when his ears picked up a soft sound behind him. Bad guys, he thought reflexively, before realizing there was a much better explanation.

His jaw clenched, shoulders tightening before he forced them to relax. “You can come out now,” he called without turning, upset rippling through his body despite him desperately trying not to show it. “There’s no point in hiding if you can’t even do it properly.”

Their hesitation was almost audible, but then she stepped out from behind the small roof door. Tiger’s white suit was stark against the dark sky, her mask’s cat ears perked like Daredevil’s horns. He had to admit it was pretty impressive that she’d managed to stay unnoticed that long.

Nova floated up from the side of the building next, carrying a disgruntled-looking Felix. Seeing the latter out of his X-Men costume felt strange, like seeing Fury without his eyepatch. There was definitely something up with him, but Vernon didn’t want to pry, so he stored the suspicion away for later perusal.

“You can sense non-threatening presences with your spider sense?” Nova asked, looking both annoyed and awed. “Your file didn’t say that.”

Vernon was tempted to lie just to spite him, but stopped himself. If these guys were going to be his teammates, lying about his abilities probably wasn’t the best way to go. “No, you’re just bad at stealth,” he replied, deadpan. “How did you even find me? No, wait, let me guess—camera outside my house?”

“Tracker on your suit, actually,” Tiger said. Despite the mask covering her face, he could sense her guilt, which didn’t help his case. “We can’t learn to work together if you keep running away from us.”

“Running? I wasn’t running,” he said defensively. “And if you want us to work together, the best place to start is to tell me your name.”

“You already know my name.”

“Your other name.”

“Ah.” Her head tilted up. The high ponytail coming out the back of her head flicked to the side as nodded. “White Tiger.”

“A bit simplistic, but to the point.” He nodded in mock-approval. “Makes me think I should’ve just named myself Radioactive Spider.”

She didn’t take the bait, which was probably for the better. “So, what?” Nova asked, and Vernon was suddenly reminded of how infuriating his voice was. “Are you just going to stand around all night?”

“Swing around, actually,” he said. “It’s a big place. Sooner or later, I’m bound to find a crime happening. Sometimes it even happens to me.”

As if on cue, sirens sounded in the distance, loud and piercing. He shrugged at the three, before turning around and balancing himself on the edge. “If you want to get some real-world experience, there’s nothing better than stopping a petty robbery,” he said. “I hope you can keep up—because I’m not going to slow down.”

And he dived.

There was that feeling again, the air pressure against his body as he fell headfirst like a comet towards the busy street. A couple of people looked up as he pulled up at the last moment, shooting webs at an overhead lamppost and swinging in a circle around it before letting go, launching his body into the air again.

He looked over the rooftops as he swung, half-curious about how the others were going to follow. A small, white-clad figure leaped from building to building with surprising grace and strength, able to match him in speed. Nova flew alongside him, carrying Iceman again, who still wasn’t using his powers. Vernon knew it wasn’t a case of loss of powers either, because then he wouldn’t be here, and plus, he’d seen the guy in action this morning. Was he trying to remain inconspicuous?

The less people know Iceman’s in town, the better, he thought, though he knew it was a futile effort. The Rhino fight in the morning hadn’t had any live coverage, but he knew for all its lectures, S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t going to bother with hiding its tracks either. School next day was probably going to be buzzing with talk about the new superheroes.

He gritted his teeth. All this in a day. He could imagine how bad everything was going to get in the coming days.

Mid-swing, he saw the crime happening up ahead, a group of masked men trying to break into a store through the back door in a poorly-lit area. Vernon balanced on a high lamppost without alerting them, taking a moment to assess the situation. There were about eight men in balaclavas—a lot for a simple robbery. Maybe they were first-timers. Easy enough to take down.

“A record store?” he wondered aloud, and one of the guys whirled around, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What are you guys doing stealing from record stores?”

“Spider-Man!” one of them yelled, though he didn’t really see the point, since anyone who hadn’t noticed him yet probably deserved whatever was coming.

The man who had noticed him first fumbled for something along his hip before pulling out a gun and pointing it at him. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!”

“Oh, no, don’t shoot!” he called out, and the man’s taut shoulders relaxed somewhat before Vernon shot a web straight at the gun, jerking it right out of his hand. “Can’t believe you fell for that.”

He jumped, landing on the ground in a crouch. The leader of the little group, the one who had been trying to bust open the door with a crowbar, stepped forward, swinging said crowbar in what Vernon guessed was supposed to be a menacing way. “Step aside,” he said to his men, his eyes narrowed on Vernon. “I’ll take care of the Spider.”

Vernon was so amused he let the guy attempt to swing at him, dodging the crowbar at the last moment. “Okay, not gonna lie,” he said. “When you called me the Spider, it made me feel kind of sexy.”

He kicked the robber in the side, sending him flying into a trashcan. The rest of the group hesitated only a moment before closing in again. Vernon webbed the lid of the trashcan, swinging it around like a shot-put player and knocking back some of them, before he let go, sending it crashing into one.

Nova dropped Felix in the midst of the group, and his skin slowly solidified into ice. “Okay, playtime’s over now,” he said. “If you just give up, I won’t have to bash your heads in.”

“Where did you come from?” one of the men asked, clearly surprised, right before Iceman froze him into a life-sized ice sculpture.

Vernon knocked out another man with a good old punch to the face. His spider sense buzzed. The crowbar guy, he thought as he whirled around, hands spread in shooting position, but White Tiger was already there, slicing through his crowbar with her claws. “Thanks,” he murmured, as she put him out of commission with a well-placed roundhouse.

She inclined her head. “Don’t get distracted.”

He turned, seeing Nova’s fists start to glow as he aimed at the guy who was attempting to sneak away. Vernon’s eyes landed behind him, where an unsuspecting civilian car was coming down the street. “No!” he yelled, webbing a surprised Nova to the wall.

“Hey, man, what the heck?!” Nova yelled back, struggling against the webs. Vernon shot web fluid at the guy who had been trying to escape, wrapping him up like a cocoon. There was the muffled sound of something heavy falling as Tiger drop-kicked the last one, cleanly finishing what he admitted would otherwise have taken longer. She leaped across the street, slicing through the webs covering Nova, who dropped to the sidewalk.

“What the hell was that for?” he asked, stalking up to Vernon with his fists clenched. “I had that guy!”

“No, you almost sent him crashing into that car,” Vernon said, gesturing at the vehicle behind him that now passed unharmed. “When in a fight, civilians are always first priority. They can’t defend themselves like us.”

Nova scowled, but turned on his heel and marched away, muttering something about him stealing the glory. Vernon watched him go with a frown, then turned around.

One of the robbers lay webbed-up, two quite literally frozen in place, five knocked out. The fight had taken a total of about two minutes—not a record, but considering the number they were going against, surprisingly efficient. He wasn’t even sure if this classified as a fight or simply a one-sided beatdown.

Overkill, he thought, then sighed. “You people have a lot to learn.”

“Oh, come on,” Iceman said. He seemed energized after the fight as his skin melted back to normal, a lively glint in his eye where there hadn’t been one a few minutes ago. “That was so much fun.”

“Yeah, but you have to learn to care about collateral damage,” he snapped, trying and failing to hide his annoyance. Now that he wasn’t swinging alone, crime-fighting wasn’t half as fun, even if it was twice as fast. Having someone watch his back was safe, sure, but it could lead to him letting his guard down. And what if he ended up somewhere alone? “You’re fast, but we’re not fighting in a vacuum. We’re not fighting a war, we’re protecting people. That’s supposed to be the most important thing—making sure no one gets hurt.”

“Even these guys?” Nova asked, toeing one of the unconscious robbers.

“Yeah, even these guys,” Vernon said. “Well, they can be hurt a little bit, but that’s only because there’s no other way to stop them. Next time, make sure you’re not letting any innocent people get in the way of your fun.”

The group fell silent. He almost felt bad about killing their enthusiasm, but Nova’s recklessness had managed to give him a scare. One more second and he might have had a death on his conscience.

The sirens were closer now. He’d completely forgotten about the cops; web-slinging was a much faster method of travel than cars, and he almost always left them behind. “Come on,” he told the others, casting one last glance around the scene. Something felt off, but he guessed it was just the novelty of working in a team. Fun day. “The police will find them. Let’s go.”

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[soybeantree]

pairing: do kyungsoo x mutant!(reader) genre/warning: it ends in fluff? word count: 4k+ description: sequel to ‘yin and yang’. “does all of this scare you? do I scare you?” just a week long assignment. they told him not to ask questions and to tell no one of what he saw there. honestly, his thoughts hadn’t even drifted to what could possibly be going on inside. for sure he never even considered you.  a/n: august installment of our ‘trying to write a kyungsoo story for every month that he is gone’ 

Following Sensei's movements, you track the flow of energy through his body and force yours to mirror his. Even after three years, the task is difficult. With each breath, you release excess energy and bring the remaining under control.

"You're agitated." The words are a vibration on Sensei's lips, but the sound waves find you. Your brain translates them into words. Unfortunately, the reverse is impossible. You meet Sensei's eyes and shrug. The movement earns you a reproving glance and a shift in your internal energy. Breathing out, you refocus.

These sessions are a brief reprieve from the onslaught of testing and training which have defined your life since the success of your experiment. You dread their end, but as the energy of your guards approaches, you finish your movement and come to a stop. Sensei stills beside you. He hums, a soft, simple tune. His farewell. You smile and harmonize with him as the doors open to the meditation room. Your guards wait on either side, two perfect pillars of order. You bow to Sensei and walk through the doors. The guards fall into step behind you, ready to ensure you have no misstep on your way to your training session. As if you have ever deviated from your schedule.  

The scientists have boiled down your skills to two categories: energy expulsion and energy absorption. You long ago learned how to light bulbs without popping them and progressed to powering an entire building. However, solving the energy crisis was never the intention of your experimentation.  The military personnel want a weapon, and as they have yet to find a way to weaponize energy expulsion, they have switched your training to energy absorption. 

Energy absorption is easier than expulsion. Energy seeks you out. Grabbing hold of it and coaxing more out requires little effort. However, releasing the excess energy in non-catastrophic ways proves more difficult which is why your sessions with Sensei continue. Even with Tai Chi though, the training always leaves a prickling of pain across your skin and, depending on the amount of excess, can leave you incapacitated for days.

Incapacitated days are few and far between now which is why your training has progressed from pulling from a continuous source to spontaneous absorption...i.e. grenades. They pull the pin, drop the grenade, and you have to absorb the energy before it creates a hole in the floor. So far, you've had to move to a practice room with a dirt floor because concrete holes are too annoying to fill, and for your safety, they erected a blast wall between you and the detonation zone. 

Today's training goes the same as every one for the past month. Your ears ring with the sound of the explosions and fresh holes litter the practice field. Plopping down, you focus on the energy at your back. The scientists stalk about, arms flying as they jabber back and forth. Pulling on the energy of their words, you catch the thread of their conversation.

Grenades are low impact and would be the most common explosive encountered during a tactical mission which was why they had started with them. However, your continued failures are leading them to consider alternate methods of practice. A timed explosion would allow for preparation and as you practice instantaneous energy absorption, it would become easier to apply to the grenade scenario. 

Opening your eyes, you let the ringing in your ears deafen you. Your guards approach and escort you back to your room. As you drive through the compound, you pass by the remnants of the building which had housed you during the early years of your experimentation. Failed experiments have led to the building's destruction. As always, the building tugs on the memories of the one who allowed your success.

Three years have failed to erase Kyungsoo. If you allowed yourself, you could bring him to mind in perfect clarity. Your veins hold his energy signature. Dwelling on him has no benefits though. Hopefully, he left the army and returned to his life and family, forgetting about you. 

Three years is not enough time to forget about you. As long as he lives, Kyungsoo knows he will never forget about you. His mind continually drifts to you, and the promise he made to himself. 

His mind often drifts when he really needs to focus. A fist flies at his face, and he nearly dodges the impact. Chanyeol, his sparring partner, laughs at his bewildered expression and retreats to the back of the practice ring where two water bottles wait. Keeping one for himself, he tosses the other to Kyungsoo. After a quick swig, Kyungsoo tosses the bottle back and resumes his fighting stance. While no longer a soldier in the army, he works hard to maintain the physique and the skills he learned during his time in the military. He will need them both to rescue you. 

For the remainder of his service, Kyungsoo had pandered to the higher ups and formed all manner of connections in the hopes that he would hear something about you. His work went unrewarded. Whichever military officers worked in conjunction with your experimenters maintained high levels of secrecy.

Chanyeol stalks forward arms at the ready. Kyungsoo watches his feet, his shoulders. He refuses to be caught unaware again. A shoulder falls. He ducks beneath the coming swing. His fist rises and catches Chanyeol in the ribs. Before the taller man can retaliate, Kyungsoo jumps back. Sweat beads his forehead. He wipes it away before it can blind him.

Becoming a civilian again had come with many challenges. The chief one being that Kyungsoo had forgotten how to be a civilian. He returned to his job and his family, but he felt like a stranger living someone else's life. And always his promise lingered in his mind.  The promise pushed him back into action. He began to extend his connections. Several times, he caught a whisper of you, but never anything to lead him back. As days turned to months and months to years, he lost hope that he would ever find you. He cleared his desk, removed the spider web of clues from his wall, and closed the file on you. 

The sparing comes to an end when Chanyeol pins him to the ground. With a tap, he accedes victory. Chanyeol is quick to his feet and offers a hand which Kyungsoo gladly takes. His muscles ache and his breath comes in spurts. 

"You're getting better." 

Kyungsoo accepts the encouragement with a nod. Months of practice often feel wasted, but he refuses to give up hope again. Following Chanyeol, the two head out to the next area of practice, marksmanship.

After closing your file, he returned to the monotony of life. Every day bled into another, until one day. He sat waiting at his bus stop, reading a random book someone had suggested to him. A young woman sat beside him. Kyungsoo had been taking the same bus at the same time since returning to civilian life. He knew every passenger on his route by sight. This woman he had never seen before. Something about her made the hairs on his arm rise. 

Putting away his book, he stood and started the walk back to his house. Before he could make it five steps, he found his way blocked. He didn't need to glance behind him, but he did. The woman stood there, her face devoid of all emotion. With a nod of her head, a hood covered his face. 

For a day and a night, she and those with her kept him in isolated captivity. They wanted to know about you. The experiments performed on you, the extent of your abilities, where you were. He maintained his silence, his promise to you to protect his safety.

As he resigned himself to his fate, he noticed the woman's scars. She stood and stretched, revealing a glimpse of her midriff. Her scars were not the same as yours, but they reminded him of them. When he met her eyes this time, he found they mirrored yours.

"You were experimented on." The words surprised both of them. The woman nodded, a solemn movement. The discussion which followed led to his release and the formation of an alliance. 

The woman belonged to a "band of misfits". They were experiments (and those sympathetic to them) who had been freed from their captors and who sought to free others. Their information network had brought them word of you and eventually him, a civilian with direct contact to you. In exchange for providing them with all the information he had about you and your experimenters, they would allow him to work beside them when it came time to free you. The work would be far from easy, the woman assured him. This fact could hardly discourage him. He had the chance to fulfill his promise and would push forward no matter the difficulty. He joined the band of misfits and made a home for himself with them on Frankenstein's Island. 

Absorbing energy from a timed explosion is easier than a grenade. You watch the clock tick down, and as it nears zero, you open yourself up. The energy flows into you at the moment of explosion, leaving the bomb an ineffectual husk. 

The success of your practice prompts the experimenters to push you further. The bomb before you could level a building. As such, they have moved their observation area to a building on the opposite side of the compound and have evacuated the entire area surrounding your building. You remain in the practice room with only cameras for company. Their red lights blink at you as you stare through an inconsequential pane of bulletproof glass at the bomb which is ticking to zero.

The numbers are green. The clerks probably gave no thought to the color of the numbers on the clock. When you were in high school, the clock on your nightstand had green numbers. You would lay awake at night watching the numbers and wishing they would blur into oblivion. These numbers could blur into oblivion. During that last night with Kyungsoo, you had told him the reason you had agreed to become an experiment. He had saved you then, but he’s gone now. The numbers are disappearing, offering you a second chance. 

Your success bolstered the confidence of the military officers, scientists, and doctors. They renewed the experiments with unbridled fervor. Subjects came in by the bus load. None of them had Kyungsoo. None of them had success. In your rooms on the other side of the compound, you felt their energy lose form. Dying won’t stop the experiments, but it will free you from them. 

The seconds dwindle away. 1 stares at you, the moment stretching beyond time. You close the floodgates. 0. The energy slips from its shell painting the world in red and orange. Dirt and dust skip along, carried on the wave. You sit ready for the blast to tear you apart, but the energy swirls around like a dog greedy for his master’s attention. It slams into you, flooding your senses. The defenses you spent years cultivating crumble. The energy burns through your veins, erasing all sense of self. You are energy.

Months of planning come to conclusion in a single moment. The date of extraction had been set. Plans had been made, reviewed, memorized. But in a single moment everything changes. He is in training when the news comes. There was an explosion at the facility, you may be dead, the extraction would happen today. Whether you could be saved or not, they would destroy the facility. 

The Rescue Center on Frankenstein’s Island is a flurry of activity. The steel building reverberates with the thud of boots and hum of chatter. The Rescue Party moves through the space in a synchronized dance as each part prepares for the coming mission. Kyungsoo follows Chanyeol to where the Extraction Team waits. The team’s gear sits in five neat piles, ready for them. They dress with swift ease. The plan cycles through Kyungsoo’s mind as they head for the first transport. Twenty-eight minutes by helicopter, thirty-four by truck, fifteen by foot.

They shift from helicopter to truck in practiced movements. The rumble of the truck’s engine, the dips and divots in the road, they take him back. For a moment, he sits three years in the past. He is on his way for another night of guard duty. You’ll be waiting for him at the end of the road, needing his help, wanting his company. Instructions come from the front reminding him that this time when he leaves, you will be with him. 

“We follow your lead.” Chanyeol reminds him as the truck creaks to a stop. Chanyeol heads the extraction team, but for this endeavor, he defers the responsibility to Kyungsoo. During the planning stages, Kyungsoo mentioned that after his first encounter with you, he developed a sense of you. Whenever he came to the compound, he knew where you were. A useful skill for 

the head of an extraction.

He nods, smothering the fear that time may have robbed him of his sense or that death has robbed him of you.

A dense forest borders the back of the compound. Autumn has carpeted the ground with a thick blanket of leaves, but a recent rain dampens them, silencing footfalls. Kyungsoo breathes deep and reaches for your connection, stretching his senses. Heart hammering in his chest, his hope withers before blooming to life. You’re there in front of him, a small flicker at this distance. He stops and, facing the team, gives the signal that you’re alive and ahead. A ripple of relief travels through the men. They continue forward, their feet flying across the slick forest floor.  

The compound’s fence looms ahead of them. They halt within the tree line and wait. An explosion and the ensuing shouts are their signal to enter. 

Lost in the haze of energy consuming your body, you reach for anything to center yourself. Sensei stands beside you, his energy signature pounding in your head. He is speaking, but his words are lost on you. Whatever he’s trying to do is worthless. No amount of Tai Chi will balance the energy within you. While you had hoped for a quick death, this death is more fitting. You are as you were that first day, and this time Kyungsoo isn’t here to save you.

An explosion breaks through your haze. You scream at the out pour of energy, but it fades. The explosion is too far away to add to your current torment. You sink back into your internal hell, ready to let it rip you apart, when you feel him. The pain rippling through you threatens to steal your sense of him, but you cling to it, focusing every ounce of your will on it.

“He’s here.” You rasp as you push yourself up. The movement sends the world cartwheeling around you in a swirl of color. A steadying hand on your shoulder keeps you from pitching off the bed. “I have to go.” Each word rises like a stone through your throat. You stand and nearly topple. 

“You need to lay down. It’s not safe.” The words still carry no meaning, but the hand on your shoulder hardens, keeping you in place. You shrug it off and meet Sensei’s gaze.

Kyungsoo is here. It’s not safe for him here. You have to get to him. If they find out about him, the buses will forever roll through the gates. The words refuse to rise, but you pray your eyes succeed where your voice fails. His grip loosens as his hand slips to your elbow.

Pain laces every step as you struggle down the hallway. The world continues to spin around you as energy seeks you on all sides. Without Sensei, you would crumble. He continues to support you, careful to keep a layer of clothing between your skin and his. Direct contact acts as a conduit. This he learned the hard way during a session. He had grabbed your hand to steady you when he should have let you fall. The shock he received ensured he would never make the mistake again. 

People further complicate your journey. They block your way and attempt to return you to the room. You reach for their skin. While the military personal failed to find a way to weaponize energy expulsion, you had. You reveal your secret. Energy flows from you into your hindrances, setting them ablaze in your vision. They scream or maybe you do. The contact is brief. They drop, tearing themselves from your grip. Sensei releases you after the first victim. The ground comes up to meet you, and several moments pass before you realize you’re no longer moving.

His hand returns to your elbow and brings you to a seated position before slipping his arm around your waist and lifting you to your feet. You continue down the hallway. Any other who blocks your path meets the same fate as the first. Sensei holds tight to you each time. 

The grounds are a maze of buildings, and Kyungsoo wishes he had explored them further with you that last night. Aside from that night, his exposure to the compound had been the route from the main entrance to your building. He had never seen the back side through which he now navigates. 

Keeping his focus on you, he weaves through the buildings, his team following behind. The area remains clear, the forces being pulled to the attack. The team still moves slowly, remaining cautious of stragglers. They round a corner, and Kyungsoo stops. The building before him is not the one he visited each night for over a week, but it is where you are. The sense of you surges through him. His muscles ache as he forces himself to remain still and wait. He points to the building and signals to the team that you’re inside. They shift into position, pushing him back as Chanyeol takes the lead. Carefully, they move across the open space. Guns at the ready, they sweep the area.

“Fall back!” The shout comes seconds before a spray of bullets fills the air. Feet scuff against dirt as the team retreats back to safety in a building’s shadow. Lungs heave, but they are all whole. 

Chanyeol checks over them with a sweep of his gaze before sending Minseok around the back of the building to scout the building on their right. He inches around the corner to view the building opposite. The firing has stopped and everyone’s breathing settles to silence.

Minseok returns to inform them that the building beside them has five guards on the roof. 

Chanyeol adds five from the building opposite to the total. The odds are against them. They will get picked off crossing No-Man’s land, and even if some make it across, they’ll never make it back. Even now, the guards will be calling for back-up. Whatever they are going to do, they have to do it soon or abandon the mission. 

The cacophony of bullets pulls them from half formed plans. They peer from the shadows towards the doorway opposite. There you stand. Even from this distance, Kyungsoo can see the ripples of red and orange rolling across your face. Your body sways, kept up only by the man at your side. The bullets pock the ground at your feet, a warning. One which you fail to notice, but the man beside you does. You struggle against his grip, but he keeps you firmly beside him.

The team retreats further into the shadows, but Kyungsoo remains his attention transfixed on you. His body burns, the energy within him rising in recognition. You still. You hold your head straight as your eyes meet his. A brief smile tugs at your lips, but before it can bloom, your face falls. Your head lolls forward and your body slumps. His heart quakes.

Energy still courses through your body. As he watches, it increases. You’re pulling it in, absorbing it when you should be expelling it. Your confession floods his memory, and he wants to scream and rush across the distance to take your hand in his.

“The guards.” Chanyeol’s whisper focuses him. The guards are swaying and falling.

“What’s happening?” Baekhyun voices the collective question.

“She’s draining them.” Kyungsoo answers as he steps into No-Man’s land, his gun hanging limp at his side. 

The scuff of his footsteps echoes between the buildings, startling the man beside you. He shifts you behind him, and you crumble. Kyungsoo hurtles to your side, and when the man tries to stop him, he shoves him away. Your body convulses with the influx of energy. He can feel your heart racing as it approaches its finish.

“Don’t touch her.” The man warns. “You’ll die.” His hand wraps around Kyungsoo’s wrist.

“No, I won’t.” Kyungsoo pries the man’s fingers away, his gaze continually fixed on you. With his hand free, he reaches for yours. The touch is light, a brushing of finger tips against skin, but energy rips through him, filling every inch of his being. The world burns to life around him. 

He can see the energy burning through everything and feel its ebb and flow.

He closes his fist, breaking the contact, and the world shifts back. You lay still. You’re only movement, the rise and fall of your chest. Slipping one arm beneath your head and the other beneath your legs, he stands and faces his companions. They wordlessly follow him as he returns the way they came.

Life passes in a blur around you. Not since the final experiment have you absorbed so much energy. In its absence, you have become an empty shell. Your cells struggle to replenish the vacuum. Waste energy grazes by your skin, but it takes more energy to coax in than it’s worth. The doctors and scientists have abandoned you. It’s for the best though. This is what you wanted all along. If only you could have taken the whole damned place with you, when you went.

Life becomes clearer. Your body begins to work again. The doctors who come to check on you are unfamiliar, and you wonder if you did take down the whole damned place. Your questions lie dormant though, your tongue refusing to form the words. Its unwillingness is due more to the drugs they pump in than your weakness. 

As you lie straddling consciousness, memories filter in. The training, the explosion, Sensei, Kyungsoo. That last memory feels like a dream. Kyungsoo had come for you. He was standing there at the corner of the building and staring back at you. But Kyungsoo left years ago.

You wake, fully conscious. Energy swirls about you, and your mind gives it shape: machines, people, a building. As you shift through the shapes, you find one who is out of place. Pushing aside the last remnants of the drugs, you sit up and strain your senses. Your mind remains steadfast though. He’s here. The dream was a reality. They found him. They have him.

Closing your eyes, you grab hold of every stray piece of energy. You rip it from the machines surrounding you. They squeal as they die. The energy races through your veins. The world comes to life behind your lids. Kyungsoo is two floors below you. The building comes to life around him as you focus on the bits of energy which touch its every corner. There. A staircase. Two doors down from you. 

Your legs protest as you sprint down the stairs, and you fear how long you have been asleep, how long they have had Kyungsoo, what they have done to him. You push your legs harder and sharpen your focus as you reach Kyungsoo’s floor. Five other people are in the room with him. Direct contact is the best option to disable them, but the meager energy you pulled earlier will only provide a shock, nothing powerful enough to incapacitate. Draining them also requires more energy than you have. Regardless of your current state, you will see Kyungsoo safely from this place.

The door swings open as you reach it. A woman stands wide eyed in the frame, and you reach out grabbing her wrist. She collapses with a howl, and you jump over her. Sweat beads your forehead and you breath in gasps, but you rush towards the next captor. 

“OT9, no!”

You freeze hand inches from skin. A chuckle slips out as tears mix with sweat. Turning, you face Kyungsoo. From head to toe, he is whole. No cuts, no bruises, no wires. Jeans and a sweater have replaced his military uniform, but his face is still calm and controlled in the midst of chaos. “What’s going on?” You whisper. “Why are you here?”

“You’re not at the compound. You’re safe.” You collapse, and Kyungsoo is there to catch you. The others leave while Kyungsoo settles you in a chair and begins to explain about trying to find you, how the Misfits found him, Frankenstein’s Island, and the rescue. 

“You’re an idiot you know.” You say as his story comes to an end. He blinks at you. “You should have returned to your life and forgotten about me.”

“You’re pretty memorable.”

You calm the fluttering of your heart by reminding yourself that any person who can pull energy and release it like a bomb would be hard to forget. “What’s next then?”

“The island was founded by experiments for experiments. They have a program that you can go through which will help you adjust to life after experimentation. After that you can choose to stay and make a life here or go to the mainland and reinvent yourself.” He states matter-of-factly.

Laughing, you lean back in your chair. “I’ve missed you, Kyungsoo. I was also talking about you, not me. What’s next for you?”

“I’m staying here.” He holds your gaze. “I want to continue working with the misfits and stop people who do what was done to you.”

“So, I’ll get to see more of you while I go through this program that they have?” He blinks, his shoulders sliding back, and nods. You nod, too, grateful to face the ensuing chaos with him by your side.

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[lavenderradionoises]

Have You Heard?

Warnings: mentions of suicide 

A picture frame sits on a shelf above a bed. The photo itself was small, a simple 4x6 of three kids smiling and holding up medals on a dance floor full of flowers. The glass was cracked so much it rivaled a spider web. The rest of the shelf was dedicated to holding many medals and ribbons, ranging from 1st place to 5th. The shelf was covered in a thin layer of dust, showing evidence of not being cleaned recently.

The bedroom held stagnant air. Everything was untouched while the family was in mourning. No one had the energy to enter it. After all, the room belonged to someone who was thought to be so full of life. 

The door opens with a creak. One of the kids from the photograph enter, though much older now, with a box under her arm. She looks around and decides to start with the shelf. Placing each trophy and medal into the box with enough care to not break it, but enough force to reflect how much anger bubbles under her skin. 

Reaching for the photograph, the young woman stops. Removing the picture from the frame to look at it. She sneers, mainly at herself, for being so blind. Memories of the day begin to resurface.

~

Rhythmic gymnastics is not the first sport Nova’s parents would have thought she would take an interest in, but here they are, sitting in the audience watching their child warm up for her first competition. Well, to call it a competition would be an overstatement, but to each of the seven year olds, it was the best way to be introduced to the competition scene. 

Nova follows her coach in the stretching exercises. She’s excited and ready to go out on the dance floor for her number. She was eighth on the list, the next to go after Raine but the one to go before Kym. 

After the stretches were complete, coach Cori announced that it was time for the first girl to go up. The competition would start with level 1; level 2 would go after a brief intermission where some level 10s would perform with the different elements that those in level 3 and beyond begin learning. 

Watching the other gymnasts from the sidelines gives Nova jitters, so instead, she chooses to practice her routine until her name gets called. Fifteen minutes later, she was on the dance floor, posing and listening for the telltale beep of the music starting. The seven-year-old dances to the best of her ability despite knowing that she made some mistakes along the way. Two hours later, all of the attending girls stand to receive their awards. To Nova’s surprise, she wins third place. Her friends Kym and Raine win first and second place, respectively. 

“Girls!” Raine’s mother calls, holding up a camera, “hold up those ribbons!” 

The three girls stand together with Raine in the center, holding up her blue first place ribbon with both hands, Kym to the right with her left arm around Raine’s shoulders, and the red second place ribbon in her left hand. Nova mirrors Kym but with a white third place ribbon. 

The picture was printed out and given to all those involved a week later at one of the practice sessions. That picture became the foundation of their friendship.

Some years later Nova, found herself with a choice she had never considered. Head Coach Anne pulled her and Raine off to the side during practice to inform the two that they had been selected to audition for the competitive team. It was a rare opportunity since there were only five members on the team. 

While ecstatic, Nova didn’t feel like she was ready to commit to being on the team. Sure, she had practice almost every day after school, but she was planning to stop after she graduated high school in eight months. Nova told Raine as such the next day at lunch.

“I still think you should do the audition,” Raine answered, scratching at her left wrist. A habit she picked up during middle school.

Nova let out a groan, “I thought you would say that. But consider, Anne said only one girl is going to be chosen since only Olivia is retiring. The less competition you have, the better. It’s been your dream to join the team for a while, no?”

“And? It’ll be one last competition between us if either of us gets chosen. It’s not like team members have time to participate in solo competitions.”

“I do hope you know how much I hate it when you’re like this?” Nova asked sarcastically, stabbing a fry into ketchup.

Raine let out a gasp of false hurt, placing one hand on her chest and the back of the other on her forehead, “You wound me, Nova. And here I thought you were my best friend.” 

Nova responded by throwing a different fry at her, it hit her on the nose, and the two burst out laughing. The bell rung to signalize the end of lunch, and the two parted for their next classes. The rest of the day, the gymnast mulled over the proposal. By the time she sat in her car to drive to practice after school, she had decided to take Raine’s advice and think of it as one last competition between the two. If she qualifies for the spot, she will simply inform the coaches that she cannot join due to school, and the runner up would end up joining the team. 

At practice, Nova, Raine, and three other girls from levels 8 to 10 were pulled into the gym’s furthest corner to begin learning the audition pieces. While Nova had no idea how other gyms selected members, their gym had all of the candidates perform multiple pieces featuring some of the most challenging combinations of elements as a team. There would be one dance featuring hoop and ribbon, one with rope and ball, and the final would just be all clubs. 

“I wonder if we’re each going to have to use our own balls for the final one,” Ira, a level 9, asked as the five girls were warming up.

“Probably not,” Ellyn, a level 8, replied “we will probably use one of the team balls since each of ours have a different weight. Same for the hoops and clubs.”

“Maybe not hoops,” Raine interjected, “we’re all about the same height, so the size and weight shouldn’t be too different. But I agree about the balls and clubs.” 

“I personally hope the ribbon-hoop routine won’t be difficult. Those things get tangled easily,” Masha, a level 10, confessed while changing splits positions. Nova envied her honesty.

“Well, to quote Coach Cori, that’s why we practice, no? Besides, the actual audition is in a month, and we’ll have time to get it done.” Nova informed, getting a response from the rest of the group as either a nod or a cringe. 

After stretching and warming up with all of the elements, Coach Eileen began teaching the five gymnasts their first routine. They would be starting with the ball and rope since the girls need to adjust to working as a team instead of solo performances. It was not an easy or a fast adaptation to the sudden teamwork. Coach did not hold back on her criticisms,

“Ellyn, I know that ball is your most confident element, but remember to look at the ball when catching it from Nova. And remember what your feet need to do. I thought we were past sickling your feet and not pointing your toes. Nova, when going through formation B, it’s a left split jump, not right. In the final sequence, you’re supposed to catch the ball with your knees, not your thighs. Ira, you throw the balls with your heels, not your ankles. Think of doing a walkover without following through. Raine, you’re off tempo. Pick up the speed. The rope will still be there.  Masha, let the ball bounce off your back when rolling.”

The next day, Eileen didn’t hold back on the commentary for the hoop and ribbon routine.

“The teamwork is getting better. Nova, when you throw the ribbon in the starting sequence, make sure you aim for Ellyn’s hoop. You miss because you’re used to catching the tail end, which is not the point here. Masha, when you and Nova spin the hoops around your necks, keep the right leg straight. You lose your split. Ira, when you catch the hoop with your foot, make sure you adjust your arms. You look off balance. Raine, the fuete is in front of you, not on a diagonal. You have to keep the ribbon behind your leg as you spin. Ellyn, when you throw the ribbon behind you, keep your arm straight. Because you keep bending it, Ira can’t catch it in time for the next set.”

The process was repeated for the club dance as well.

“Raine, you had to spin two clubs in one hand in your previous routine, think that but in both hands this time. Ira, when you hit the clubs against the floor during the vertical splits, keep it in tempo with the music. Masha, you keep overestimating the distance Nova is throwing the club. That’s why the club keeps dropping. Don’t be afraid to move closer if you need to. Ellyn, look forward during the lift. You have the advantage of not holding anything. Nova, leaps need to be higher. All of them.” 

When the audition came, the five improved massively in coordination as a team and individual progress due to the new situation. Everyone had adjusted to using the group elements as well. The performances would follow the order in which the girls learned the dances. That fact helped Nova calm down. 

The audition went by smoothly. A few times, someone dropped an element, but the head coach reminded them that they were looking for someone to qualify for the actual team rather and won’t be judged the same way a team would be during a real competition. The girls were informed that they would receive the results after the week of winter break. 

And informed they were. At the end of the week long break, Nova received a text that she qualifies for the team, and if there have been any sudden changes where she cannot join, then to contact Ira, who was the follow up. As soon as Nova finished reading the congratulatory text, her phone was dialing up Raine. Raine didn’t pick up the call but sent a text informing that she was okay but not in the mood to talk to anyone. The unexplainable pit in Nova’s stomach screamed to try and call again. Instead, she sent over a text saying that she is always free to listen should Raine need anything. 

When Nova awoke the next morning, it was uncharacteristically early, and there was a faint buzzing sound somewhere to her right. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, it read four in the morning. That was when Nova realized that the faint buzzing was her phone with Kym’s name flashing.

“Hello?” Nova answered, voice scratchy from sleep. 

“Have you heard?” Kym asked, voice wet and wavering.

“Heard what?” Nova questioned, rubbing her eyes and suppressing a yawn.

“Raine’s gone,” Kym replied, voice cracking, “sleep meds apparently,” she managed to choke out before letting out a sob. Nova felt her own eyes tear up, and a feeling of guilt swell inside her chest. The two friends stayed on the call for the next couple of hours, comforting each other. 

Raine’s funeral was held a couple of days later. Along with Kym and Nova, some people from the gym and school were in attendance. It was also there that Kym urged Nova to join the team, if not for herself, but to honor Raine’s memory and ambition. Nova simply nodded to get her friend off her back, though later that night, she internally agreed with Kym. Raine’s memory should be preserved.

The team was kind and patient when she messed up on the routine they were learning. The coaches understood when she had to miss practice for a few days. Her parents were the first to agree that they should be the ones to drive her to the competition that also happened to fall on Raine’s birthday two months later. 

Unexpectedly, the team won 3rd place in the competition. Especially with the number of times, Nova felt off tempo, though the coaches told her otherwise. After the awards ceremony ended, Nova’s parents dropped her off to meet with Kym so the two can sort through Raine’s gymnastics stuff. 

~

“You’re going to crumple the photo,” Kym notes, jarring Nova out of her thoughts. Sighing, Nova puts the photograph off to the side and reaches for one of the medals on the shelf. It was the one from nationals a couple of years ago, where Raine earned second place. 

“Do you want this one?” She asked Kym. Kym shook her head, stating that she didn’t have space to house any medals. 

A slip of paper caught Nova’s attention. It was behind a certificate from one of Raine’s first competitions. Carefully removing the paper revealed it to be an envelope, one holding three letters: one for Nova, one for Kym, and one for Raine’s parents. With shaking hands, Nova opened her letter and read the first line.

Nova, 

If you’re reading this, I’m sorry…

#my writing #writing #short story #short stories #tw suicude #freeform

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Little Bug

Request 

Warning: sadness, angst, Fluff ( this shit is like a sour patch kid)

Summary: AHH! I’m so glad you write for the spider-verse not many do and I’m glad to know one of my favs does! Can I request a spider-verse where the reader is RiPeter’s daughter 5-6 and after his death spends a lot of time with Aunt May in the shed? Maybe she has spidey powers too but a little more after ex. Makes her own webs? How would she react to the spider fam and how would they react to her? How would Peter B. feel knowing she could have been his daughter. (Maybe she accidentally calls him dad?)-TY A

(Y/n) didn’t say anything she hadn’t say anything since she heard of what happened. In the beginning, she screamed cried and begged for her daddy back but he wasn’t coming back he was gone, forever. 

Everyone knew who she was now, of course, they weren’t saying anything to her now because she was young and grieving but they were watching waiting. She was Spider-man’s daughter. Would she be the next one? She had to be the next one. She really didn’t want to be next she just wants her daddy back.

As her mother gave a speech to all of New York at daddy’s funeral. Aunt May was holding her pulling her hoodie down tightly hiding her face from the camera’s not that it was any use. The only reason here face wasn't all over the media along with her daddy’s was because of her age. 

(Y/n) peaked through her hoodie looking at the gathering crowd at the steps of the church. She whimpered as her sense became hyperactive telling her something was here or coming. Her sense continued to go crazy until they were in the church and away from the crowd.

-

Miles was in the crowd his senses were out of wack telling him something. It was the same feeling he felt when he met Mr.Park Spider-man. Was there another person like him? was there another spider-man? or a person? He looked around standing on his tiptoes as looked for anyone with telltale signs but then again what were telltale signs or a spider-person? His eyes stop on the stairs behind MaryJane Parker was May Parker Mr. Parker’s aunt and in her arms was Mr. Parker’s and MaryJanes daughter. 

The young girl was wearing a jacket and covering her face as she clung to her aunt May. Was she the reason his sense was tingling? Was she like her father? Did she have abilities like him? Was she like him?

-

(y/n) opted out of going home with her mother she knew that she would be talking to a lot of people and getting lots of interviews for a while she didn’t want to be involved in that so she went to stay with her Aunt May. She really just wanted to be left alone but not even Aunt May would leave her in peace. 

“Hey, little Bug” May said as she slipped into her bedroom. It was Peter’s old bedroom besides the clothes in the closet and a few pictures everything was exactly the same. 

(Y/n) was at the desk deep into whatever she was sketching that she didn’t even notice when May walked into the room. “Little Bug?” She jumped startled looking back at her aunt.

“You’re supposed to knock”

“I did”

“well.. not loud enough. Be louder”

“Okay, sweetheart. What are you drawing?” she crouched by her

“Designing”

“oh excuse me, Designing.”

“yes, a new spider-man suit,” she said showing May a black and red Spider-man suit she drew up herself.

“whose that for?”

“I don’t know anymore”  Tears started to swim in her eyes before spilling over. She began to cry again as she held the pictures to her chest. May pulled the young one out of her chair and into her lap cradling the young one and whispering sweet promises and praises. Telling her everything is going to be okay sooner or later.

-

As smart as she was it was quite easy hiding things from (Y/n) she was often in her own world lost in her own head. In the last few days, she had created several new webbing and web-shooters but she wasn’t aware of the Spider family that was growing under the shed in the back yard. She knew something was going on as her senses were going crazy and she knew what they meant her father had explained it to her and if helped her practice and understand them doing things such as putting glasses on the edge of  tables, sneaking up on her, and throwing things at her (SOFT THINGS like pillows and teddy bears). She knew something was happening but she just didn’t have the energy to investigate.

And she was going to continue ignoring everything and acting clueless until she felt it. Her senses were tingling again but this was different as this tingle felt familiar like at the funeral. Just like before. It felt so familiar like, like when she was with her daddy. It wasn’t exactly the same but it was still just like daddy.

Quickly dropping down from the ceiling, where she had been sitting down watching youtube videos on her tablet, she rushes to follow the feeling which leads her to the shed in the back yard. But the closer she got to the shed the more the familiar and warm feeling began to mix with a headache and tightens in her chest but she kept going. She was panting practically sobbing shaky on knees as she grasps her shirt pulling it tightly against her chest. It seems to get stronger as she got on the platform and the elevator began to go down.

“Woah, wait a minute”

“Someone is coming down”

“who’s that?”

“Does anyone else know about this place? who else knows about this place?”

The elevator stopped and (y/n) held her breath not because there were six different Spider-people in front of her ready to attack and one of them was a pig. No, it was because daddy was one of them. She didn’t say anything she didn’t hear her aunt’s protest she just jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Daddy, Daddy, oh I missed you so much, daddy. “ sobbing into his shoulder as he held her. Peter B was shocked as he held the little girl in his arms everyone else was looking at him crazy while Miles was just sad, heartbroken. He let out a heavy sigh as he slowly started to rub her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. Was this what it felt like to be a father? This felt nice but also sad.

“They said you were gone ...they said you..died..  they said ...” She was panting and breathing heavily as she hugged him tightly. 

“(Y/n) ...Honey, you need to get off of him. Peter, you need to put her down” May said it was then that she realized.

“Why? what’s wrong? she’s sad” Peter B said holding her tighter and stroking her hair.

This wasn’t her father.

“Peter, please” May stepped forward but Peter stepped back.

That headache was raging and pound now that tight feeling in her chest was tighter to the point where she could catch air, she could breathe. This was not her father. She started to push away from him and tried to climb out of his arms but he wasn’t really trying to put her down yet. He liked this feeling. 

Was this what it felt like to have a daughter? Would it feel like this when he had a daughter?

“Peter please put her down she can’t breath”

“WHAT?!”

 That, sure enough, brought him back to earth he quickly put her down and started to panic. As she fell to her knees Peter crouched down next to her as he begged May to help and tell him what to do or to do something. The others were panicking as well listing off what could possibly be wrong with her.

“(Y/n) has spider-sense like you all but her senses are more sensitive and goes further than yours. She can’t always handle it.” May pulls out a needle and inhaler from her back pocket stabbing her thigh“This should dull her senses and bring her back. Peter made it back when she was a baby. It’s very rare that we use it”

(Y/n) breathing started to slow down her lunges opened up. She still had a headache but at least she was breathing now. She was still crying as she sat up May pulled her into her lap and rocked her back and forth trying to calm her down. Everyone else gathers around them and just watched as they didn’t know what to do.

Miles reached forward rubbing her back. (Y/n) pulled away from May and turned around crawling into his lap. He immediately started freaking out screaming internally. He didn’t know what to do he had very little to no experience with children. He just let her crawl into his lap and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her rubbing her back. She eventually fell asleep in his arms.

-

“I... He has a daughter.” Peter looked at the child in Miles's arms. He seemed to calm down a bit now and was holding her close.

“Yes, she’s five. Her name is (Y/n) Parker, Our Little Bug.”

“She has Spider powers like us,” Peni said a bit shocked 

“yes, she has Spider senses, jumps really high, really strong especially for her age, venom bite, and...that” May smiled as Miles started to freak out (Y/n) was gone but not really as she was still in his arms but not visible.

“She’s like me,” Miles said smiling gently at her.

“She’s like all of you she was born this way. She’s also really smart. Made different webbing and designed several suits.”

“She’s like me” Miles whispers again.

-

So everyone had got into a big fight when (Y/n) was asleep Miles had handed her off to May and walked off is was but a few minutes after that that she woke up. Her comfort was gone.

(Y/n) was in the farthest corner of the room on the ceiling sitting upside down. She was messing with little gadgets as the others discussed their plan which she was more than happy to not be apart of. She was keeping her distance from them as being to close gave her a headache and messed with her sense. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have fun. In between breaks they would take turns trying to throw treats into her mouth from a distance. She liked these people too bad they gave her a headache.

  Peter was trying to talk to the others but every few minutes he’d look back at (y/n) up in her corner. As cute yet said as it was  Gwen was getting quite annoyed with it.

“Was your dad a good dad?” She suddenly asked interrupting whatever Spider-Ham was saying

“Daddy was the best daddy”

“Even as Spider-man?”

“If he wasn’t spider-man he would be here right now,” Noir said causing everyone to scold him but he was just stating the obvious

“Yes, but New York wouldn’t a lot of other people wouldn’t. I’m happy daddy was Spider-Man. I’m happy daddy saved the day. I’m proud of my daddy... I just wished I could make him proud too.”

“Oh honey, You make him proud every day. You make him proud by being you. I mean look at all the cool stuff you’ve made. Black and Red webbing so cool” Peter said as he walks on to the ceiling next to her. She ignored her headache and began to ramble and example her inventions.

“The red webbing is something you can use to patch holes or stick Villians to walls or something. It’s more than what he looks like one drop and it spreads really really quickly like a whole bunch. Like those little dino pills that you put in water. You can breathe through it and it dissolves after an hour. And the black once as soon as it backs contact with something it gets really really hard. It dissolves after two hours and....” Her senses started tingling “ Miles is here”.

Peter immediately jumped down from the ceiling along with (Y/n). Miles burst through the door and (Y/n) rushed to hug his waist but he didn’t take notice.

“My Uncle-”

“Hey where have you been I was just -”

“My uncle Aaron he’s-he’s the prowler-” Miles was stumbling with his words obviously panicked Peter tried to calm him down and understand.

“slow down”

“He works for king Pin he tried to kill me”

“Slow down”

“This is a pretty hardcore origin story” Noir commented Peni hit him for everybody.

“It’s okay, we’re okay. We’re going to figure it out.” Peter said trying to calm Miles down and fix the situation. (Y/n) hugged his waist tighter then her senses started going off.

“Were you followed?” Gwen asked

“No-”

“YES” (y/n) cried then everyone else senses went off-putting on their masks as there was a ding-dong at the door. Miles pushed (y/n) behind him and Peter pushed them behind him. Suddenly the door busted open and a long tentacle came in knocking the next round of treats out of Aunt May’s hands.

“Cute place, real homey”

“oh great, it’s Liv” May scoffed.

“ I guess I was followed” Miles whimpered sadly.

“Get out of here kid and take her with you,” Peter said. Miles took (Y/n)’s hand and ran for the back door but was quickly stopped by two men.

“You messed up big time kid. Very sloppy” Tombstone said walking in from the kitchen. Scorpion followed saying something in Spanish no one understood.

“Let me guess scorpion. We’ll we’re the spider-um-”

“Family” Noir quickly pulled (Y/n) back behind him and against the wall

“Yeah we’re the spider-fam,” Peter said

“Would you mind taking this outside?” May asked kindly gesturing to the door

“We don’t pick the ballroom room we just dance,” Noir said getting into a fighting stance.

When Doc Ock attacked Noir pushed (Y/n) to Peni and ducked out of the way. Peni then pushed her into the corner of the room next to the cabinet with the dishes and hoped into her suit. (Y/n) was ducked in the corner of the room as everyone was fighting glass was breaking and flying around the room. May saw her in distress and tried to back it to her with getting hit or in the way of fighting but it was very difficult. Then scorpion stabbed the wall above her head and well she snapped getting a bat she started taking a few swings of her own.

“I Said. Take it. Out. Side”

In a Panic (y/n) crawled out of her hiding spot and upstairs. Trying to get away from all the fighting. She screamed when she discovered the hole in her bedroom ceiling. Where was she supposed to hide now? Miles rushed into the room. He pushed her into the closet and climbed out of the hole in her ceiling. She could hear the fight on the roof with Miles and she just... she just couldn’t.

“Oh no,” she cried “oh no, no, no” She tried to climb out on to the roof but her shirt got stuck halfway. “ Please no. Miles”

The prowler looked back at the little girl confused but then looked to the boy in his clutches who unmasked himself to be..his nephew?

(Y/n) screamed as someone pulled her down from the roof but then let out a cry of relief as she sees her Aunt May. Picking her up May quickly left the house. They were almost out the door when they heard a loud bang. She buries her face in her Aunt’s shoulder as she runs across the street to their neighbors for shelter.

-

May had convinced the police that she would call MJ and tell her what happen, but she didn’t. Instead, she thanked her neighbors and convinced them that they would be okay. Sighing May shook her head and picked up a broom. (Y/n) walked around the house picking up her gadgets and pictures, anything else she thought was important.

“What do we do now?” (Y/n) asked picking up a high school photo of her daddy.

“They’ll be back”

“They bad guys?”

“no, no our Spider friends. They’ll be back but I bet they won’t help clean up” she groaned as she began swiping up and removing the bigger pieces of trash.

“I thought they were going home”

“Do you really think Peter’ll leave without saying goodbye to you” She smiled gently giving (y/n) a forehead kiss as she walks by “ be careful of the glass Bug” she walks to her trashed kitchen (y/n) could hear her groan “Oh god”.

(y/n) smiled a bit as she heard she could just imagine what her dad would say 

“oooo she sounds mad. Maybe we should hide” 

(Y/n) gasped as she turned around and found Peter stepping into the house through a hole in the wall. He pulled up his mask and smiled. “ Hey, sweetheart. I didn’t forget about you.”

“You came back” she jumped into his arms delivering a tight hug

“Of course Little Bug.” he pulled back “I just ...you’re just so beautiful, perfect, and fragile. I never thought about something like you and when I did it scared me. But then I met you and I was so happy and I don’t know why I was so scared anymore and I don’t know how I could live without something like you in my life... and I don’t want to leave you” 

“But you have to” (Y/n) said with a sad smile, she was too smart for her age “ I’m not yours and you’re not mine. Mine is gone and yours isn’t here yet. You should go get her or him, hopefully, her.”

“But ... you’re right here” she pushed out of his arms

“You’re not my daddy. I don’t know who you are. My...My daddy is dead I don’t have one and you can’t be it” Peter’s arms dropped and tears ran down his cheeks “ Go home because I don’t want you here”

“Um...” Peter didn’t know what to say nodding his head he kissed her forehead and pulled down his mask walking away. 

(Y/n) walked into the kitchen tears streaming down her face to find Aunt May leaning against the wall waiting for her. “ I made him go away. Did I do good?”

“You did good sweetheart, you did well. He needs to go home and he will.” May pulls her in for a hug and kisses her forehead. Letting her cry in her arms. She’s been crying a lot lately.

-

“You’re late” (Y/n) says as the plate form makes it to the bottom. He looks down at her determined. “ Which one do you want?” she held up two different spider-man designs. Miles points to one.

“Good choice,” Aunt May says as she shows him some new web-shooters she made herself.

Both of them sat back and watched as Miles painted his own suit becoming his own spider-man.

“Miles” she stopped him on the Platform” will you tell the others I said bye and good luck. And Peter ... I’m sorry ”

-

Miles was holding the front of Peter’s suit as he dangled over the edge he’s about to let him go when he grips his shirt again and says “ She’s sorry “ and let’s go.

“I know”.

-

(Y/n) was sitting on her window sile as Miles sat on the wall outside her window. It was two weeks since the Spider-fam had separated. The two had become close friends since then and (y/n) had moved back in with her mother after she heard about what happens at Aunt May’s. She was not happy at all about that.

“How do you think others are doing?” She asked

“I think they’re okay, especially now that they back home. They’re probably saving the world right now as we speak.”

“...what about Peter?”

“I’m sure he figured everything out. Especially after you pointed him in the right direction. He’ll be okay.”

-

Peter was grinning so hard his cheeks were in pain but he couldn’t stop. “She’s beautiful” MJ laughed at her husband but she couldn’t agree more. She looked at her husband holding their beautiful angels she slept in his arms holding on tightly to his pinky finger and he didn’t want her to let go.

A young nurse came in with a clipboard smiling. “well isn’t this a beautiful new family. And does your newest member have a name”

“not-”

“(Y/n)” Peter said interrupting his wife without even looking up. Then the little angel opened her eyes and smiled. They were just like her eyes and he knew. “ This is our baby. Beautiful, perfect, and fragile. Our (y/n), Our Little Bug.”

My Little Bug

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Fist of Fire.8.

“Your first tournament is next week.” The entire classroom collectively choked on their drink. “Wait what?!” yelled back Ricardo. The AHA Combat Team had been training for a few months now, and Reverse had been running them hard. And it was beginning to have results. Ricardo could accurately shoot and move like a gunslinger of old. Riley could move faster than ever, with a punch backing up her speed as well. Emily could now move beyond her usual ‘kicking those below me’ style and for some reason had stopped bullying during her usual hours. Jade chalked it up to being too tired to hate. John has been getting better at moving faster and hitting more often, becoming a mosquito almost. Jade came to find out that quiet girl’s name was Grace, who had an quirk to cause fucking paralysis. Jade had to fix her ‘judging the book by their cover’ style fast, as she was certain it would backfire in the future. 

“Yes, a tournament. In order to keep this club running we have to actually fight other schools. I'm not going to sugarcoat it, it's going to be really tough for you guys. While you all have been improving your abilities and skills, these people have been in the Combat Sport for years. And none of you, save for very specific circumstances, have actually fought someone. So we’re going to fix that today.” Reverse walked to the door and opened it. In came the school nurse pushing a trolley of suit bags. Reverse gave the nurse a handshake before turning to the group. 

“These will be your uniforms for the competitions. They were each made to your measurements you all sent me when I had you sign the waivers. Now, unlike other countries,  the US Combat Sports Association does not allow for specific suit modifications to match a quirk power unless it is to allow body quirks. As such, they are just body suits. However, that doesn’t mean we can’t make them look cool.” He picked up one of the suit bags and opened them up. As he was taking out the suit he gave a small chuckle. “You see, even I have to get a suit, as the club sponsors have to fight each other before the competition to get the first pick of opponents.” Reverse unveils the suit, and it is as best as bodysuit can look. They were accented with blue and gold chevrons along the sleeves and legs, with a white body as a whole. The chevrons all connected to a bright red AHA on the chest. “These suits are made to be breathable and shit like that, but it looks cool too. I based it off of my favorite hero’s uniform. Now, you all will still be required to wear underwear and shit but -” The nurse cleared his throat.

“Oh right. You will be putting these on today for practice. We are going to fight each other, to get you used to how other humans think. Do not worry about getting hurt, my good friend here will put you right back together.” The nurse took a step forward and gave a friendly wave. “Hello hello! I recently bought 70 heads of lettuce, so I believe I can help you all get back to health easily enough!” The students did not know what to make of that statement. Reverse started grabbing his suit and gloves and walking out the door. The students took the cue and rushed to the cart to grab their suit and ran to the bathroom to change.

When they met at the gym, it was obvious to find those who were more comfortable with their body and those who were not.  There were the majority of  students who were trying to cover up parts of them because they were shy, and then there was Riley, who was standing there like a greek statue. The nurse was there with a camera and a giant shopping cart of lettuce head. He had also changed clothes, out his white lab coat and dress shirt and pants to what looks like a red Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. He had also donned a pair of sunglasses and brought a lawn chair. He seems to be getting ready for a good show, Jade thought.

Soon after Reverse walked in, and aside from Riley was the one who rocked the suit the most. His suit allowed for small cosmetic modifications, so had it all cut up into separate sleeves, leggings, and the initial torso covering. He also had a helmet over his head, which made him look like a huge buff biker. Jade was drawn away from looking at him when she heard something to the right of her. It was the short shy girl named Grace. She was muttering something under her breath, and had a twinkle in her eye. Her gaze was landing right on Reverse. Gross...thought Jade. Reverse flipped the visor and spoke, “I am going to assign you to pairs of two. You are going to fight each other, one at a time. Emily, Jade, you're up first.” 

It was like Reverse had poured a bucket of ice down her back. Wait, us up first? Right off the bat? Emily seemed to have lost any semblance of the shame she was wearing earlier, her arms dropping to her sides.  And while moments ago she was awash with a sheepish energy, what now radiates from her body was something akin to bloodlust. 

“Eh..Reverse?A word?” “No.” Jade would have to talk to him about that later. The two girls walked away from the group and stepped into a painted ring. The ring was fairly large, about the size of a basketball court. Inside the ring lay several crates that in some areas pile up to create cover within the ring. Reverse leaped from where he stood and landed on the tallest of the piles. 

“Alright, so I'm going to lay out the rules. Follow them or risk disqualification. They are as follows: Do not use lethal force.  That's it.” That's it?!?!?! Jade’s minds bellows. She was already uncomfortable in a suit that seemed to form to her body in a way that makes her very exposed, she has to fight her bully who has beaten her for YEARS without any warning...wait a second.

This could prove to be in my favor.

Reverse jumped away from the crate pile and next to the nurse. Jade looks across the ring straight into Emily’s eyes. “I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to get back at you,” Jade says to Emily, putting as much authority into her voice as she can. “I sincerely doubt it.” Emily put her arms above her head and did a lazy stretch, never breaking eye contact with jade.“This is routine for me, and I’ll treat it as such.” Emily’s reply is delivered with as much nonchalance as one could imagine.”Truth be told, I was afraid i’d be fighting anyone else. But when I heard it was you? I knew I could finally have fun again. It's been so long since we’ve had a moment.”

Reverse picks up a previously hidden bell and punches it. As it rings out across the ring and courtyard, he yells.”FIGHT!”

Immediately, Jade loses sight of Emily. It was almost too fast how she moved. Jade walked forward into the piles of crates and was looking around and up, scared. Around her she hears rustling everywhere, and is spinning in circles.”Stop running! Face me!” Jade calls out. She was not used to this, Emily would always do head-on beatings, she never would…

A crash is heard behind Jade and she turns around to see a crate flying at her. Jade leaps to the side and looks up to see Emily. She was floating in the air, standing on several towers of crates. Her hair seems to have grown exponentially somehow, looking like several spider-legs writhing around her head. A leg shoots forward and nearly misses Jade’s head. Emily starts floating forward, her hair moving like an insect crawling along a wall and pulling her with it. Jade scrambles to her feet and starts charging Emily. Emily’s face was a bit surprised at this, although she did not stop her advance. Jade’s arms started to begin their flame, the gasoline dropping to the floor, when she was clotheslined. A line of hair raised up to head level, near invisible, caused Jade to fly onto her back and knock her head. She looked up from the floor, vision hazy, and saw Emily quite literally lording over her. Emily had a look of complete sadism in her eyes, and was seen trying to stifle a laugh with her hand. “Oh Jade, you can’t ever compete with me. That little stunt you pulled earlier was hilariously funny, but not unexpected.” Tendrils of hair shoot down and restrain Jade in place, and Emily spits on her face. “You’ll never be better than me. Let this serve as a reminder to Know.Your.Place!” Her last word was said with malice, as a bundle of hair turned into a large fist and came rushing to her face and -

Jade woke up once again in the nurse’s office. She had an exploding pain in her head. But it was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her soul. She had lost. Not only lost, she lost to her bully yet again. After all those months of working out, those long nights of learning to control her quirk, those special sessions with Reverse… all for nothing. Why did I even think I could compare to her.. She’s always held herself over me. Jade swings her legs off the bed and stands up, stretching. I’ve been trying to make myself bigger than I am..I thought I could take on my father’s killer. I should have known better. I’m just a teenager. It's probably best to just leave it to Reverse.. Jade goes to the curtain surrounding her bed and pulls it back, expecting to see Reverse again.

But that is not what she sees. She sees Emily, lying unconscious on a bed with several bandages around her head. Her..bald head. Jade looked at her head and saw burn marks around her scalp, where the bandages cover her up. “What the hell!?” Jade audibly says. “You sleep for so long.” Jade turns around and sees Reverse drinking out of smoothie, sitting on the bed adjacent to Emily’s. “An hour shorter than last time, but still. I want to go home y’know?” 

“What the hell happened?!” Jade was scared, but not as much as she was bewildered. 

Reverse spends the next minute draining his smoothie. After a very satisfied burp, he puts his cup down. “Well, it went something like this..”

As the first fell towards Jade’s face, something happened. The courtyard, the whole city, was filled with bright light never really seen to that extent. The air was filled with heat felt before though, as this was Georgia. Emily, momentarily distracted by the sudden flare of light, soon found herself with something very alarming to take care of. She was struck with a bolt of light, pure white and bright light, to the back of her head. And in that strike, the entirety of her hair was lit on fire. And burning to ashes too. The tendrils of her hair began to fall off akin to leaves in a fire, burning away completely in the wind. Reverse shot from his spot next to the nurse and dashed into the air, catching Emily before she hit the ground. The impact of Reverse catching her, in addition to her flaming head, caused her to go unconscious. However, when Reverse was catching her in the air, he hit a crate on accident which fell right on top of..

“You dropped a crate on my head?!” “I don’t think you’re paying attention to the important part of this story.” Reverse stood up and walked to Jade, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“Jade, you summoned the power of the sun. You used your dad’s quirk.”

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Let's go final bloodkeep ep breakdown!

**spoilers for the tomb of ultimate evil**

I was originally kind of annoyed that dropout wasn’t working when I wanted to do this originally, but it’s actually kind of a blessing in disguise now that I think about it because it means I get to rewatch and discuss the ep in light of the bombshells Brennan dropping in the BTS video.

As I watch the Previouslies, I realize I’m still not over the fact that Maggie named her kid after Leiland. It was so sweet an unexpected. 

So, at the start of this episode, Brennan must have realized that his plans are pretty much jossed because the 4 baby blessing was *very* not on the docket  

“Absolutely, Lilith’s got 25 strength.” Idk why that’s so funny to me. Maybe because I think Rekha was asking whether Lilith was allowed to carry her, not if she was physically cable but Brennan was like “Of course she can carry you. She’s an absolute unit.”

Leiland’s first move? Drawing all the enemy fire. Markus’s first move? Immediately hiding. In fairness, my dude is a rogue.

Lol, spiderweb baby bjorn.

“We’re evil but we understand communication and consent.”

Nat 20 from Old Pickering! Finally he’s useful!

Watch a bitch call lightning! A different bitch, but still.

Amy’s childish delight at the prospect that there might be a bomb in the goblins is so good.

I love how on board everyone was for the mystery potion.

Did Hork exist before this episode? I have no memory of him existing.

Nat 20 for Sohkbar!

Brennan is really so good at all of his on the cuff J'er'em'ih nonsense.

Erika yelling, “Sanctuary!” a la Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I like that Lilith calls her spider kids to defend them by going, “Get ‘em ladies!” and then Brennan decides one of the kids she summoned is Jason.

“I really am sorry. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done…and everything I’m about to do.”

Leiland Jr. MVP!

I love that Lilith treat’s Sohkbar as if he’s also a parent.

Two words I’ve learned to fear since I’ve started watching RPG shows: Lair action.

Leiland just BARELY not being on the falling chunk of floor.

Brennan really faked me out on that Jason fall. Man really was about to make me cry over a fictional spider for the SECOND TIME in my life (Charlotte’s Web).

I love Erika screaming over Jason in and out of character separately.

“Guys, this is our element! Knocking people off of things!”

Leiland’s affirmations. Who is doing counseling at the Bloodkeep.

AOE spells are so boss.

“Everyone look at Leiland! He’s doing it!” Aww, everyone finally gets to see him be cool! It’s really wild how much of an arc these guys went through in just 2 days of play. It’s very narratively consistent.

“Oh you fucking freak, you’d love that.”

“Tell him something is gonna happen to his bones but don’t explain it.”

Rekha loudly announcing her ridic amount of hitpoints is on of my fave things

I love how in both campaigns so far, Brennan has had a moment of, “You’re not bad at magic, you’re just depressed.” What an oddly specific thing but also, relateable.

Cell Block Tango ft. Leiland.

Leiland curses one of the Vingury. I’m sure that won’t be important later (I’m lying).

Ify/Markus just refusing to learn Hobbert and Frod’s names.

 Ify: *Trying to do a shenanigan*

Brennan: I see what’s happening here.

DOOR LORE. DOOR LORE. DOOR LORE.

So I guess the real lesson of this season of D20 is always commit to your running jokes because you’ll get free nonsense out of it. (A 19! That’s so painful!)

Jessa just straight eats not-Gollum.

Both Jason and Jessa are very protective of their mom and I love it.

Maggie All elves look the same. (Maggie said F elf rights)

The full 6 seconds of silence from Matt between his saying  he loves J'er'em'ih more than any other animal companion and looking directly at the camera and saying, “Except for Trinket,” very seriously.

Amy: I must become the necro boatman.

Brennan, whose plans have now been entirely womped: :O.

I truly didn’t even consider attacking the boatman. I feel like this is such a good DM moment, because I feel like my reaction would have been, “That’s not how this works,” but Bren just let it happen, which is better both for the story and player agency. I’m taking notes.  

Efink getting validation on her chosen name by the evil statues.

“Kick his ass and you get the power!”

“I’m like a setpiece, not like a guy!”

Sohkbar claims the baby as his ward. This baby is gonna have so many godparents.

“MY DAD SHIT IN A BAG?”

What a wild improv.

I love the ancient evil statues have Lilith’s back on the fact that she should have gotten the promotion.

When Leiland Jr was born Brennan was like, “He’s not gonna do much. He’s a baby.” One ep later this baby is taking turns and fireblasting enemies and talking like he’s the Godfather.

OK so there’s a lair action. Leiland rolls a NAT ONE to not plummet into the Bloodkeep. Brennan clearly is ready to bring out the ghost figurines we saw in the BTS.

The statue Lilith JUST got the blessing from falls which means if she hadn’t gotten it that turn, they would have been screwed. Sidenote: Brennan says it was an instant lose condition for them which is part of why I was surprised that this wasn’t his plan to begin with. He just readjusted everything on the fly and set new parameters. What a good, confidence projecting, quick thinking DM.

It’s Leiland’s turn. He is once again falling to his doom. This time, without the bossa nova music and soothing apathy because he actually has something to live for.

AND HE USES HIS HEX TO TELEPORT TO THE VINGURY HE HEXED BEFORE.

It was JUST close enough. And he almost cursed Olag instead! That decision saved his undead ass!

I love that Leiland is Uncle Leiland to Jason! And later Jessa calls Efink Aunt Efink.  I wanna see evil Thanksgiving so bad.

“You’re really killing it today Leiland!” My boy finally getting the praise he deserves. (Also, wild that this is all still THE SAME DAY)

“oKAY, okay, OKAY, oKay.” –Brennan having a moment

“You wanted us to play evil characters but we’re actually playing evil players.”

Man this episode is truly how Leiland got his groove back, huh?

Boatman rolls a 4 to resist fear. Go Leiland!

“I take off my mask to reveal…I’m sexy as fuck.”

Everyone including the evil statue is hot for Markus.

“Shut the fuck up, Olag. Go kill yourself.” Maggie just has no patience for nonsense (that’s not the kind of nonsense she enjoys anyway).

“Do I take psychic damage from that?”

Lilith gets a nat 20!

Maggie, upon Leiland calling her 'my queen’ for the second time: Just call me Maggie, please.

“THAT’S AN ABILITY  J'ER'EM'IH  HAS?”/“I guess.”

“Lilith, you’re my girl! Lilith, my girl!” They grab hands over the table. It’s such a pure moment.

Brennan after they kill the Boatman: I mean, fuck me I guess.

Leiland goes down. Leiland Jr. goes, “Nah, get up, you’re fine,” and he gets back up. (Brennan at this point has clearly fully leaned in to the direction his players dragged him).

Leiland comes back as Leiland the White. And I just realized! That’s the ghost figurine! I thought that was the figure Bren got for when Leiland inevitably completed his story arc. No! It was the figure for in case Leiland DIED.

Leiland FONZES at Leiland Jr.

Nat 20 from Maggie to avoid falling into the Bloodkeep!

Leiland lets Markus convince him to not kill Olag (for future shenanigans). Leiland instead owns Toby and rolls a 29 to convince Oswald back onto their side. Toby also comes as a zombie on their side. Everything’s coming up Leiland!

Except no, he goes back down immediately and falls face first into the blood pool.

OK, check it. Markus bargains with one of the evil statues to make Olag alive and undead for eternity. The statue is kinda on board but wants to make a trade. Markus basically goes, “Watch this,” and STEPS INTO THE VOID.

Go back and watch Amy’s reaction. It’s so genuinely shocked and concerned. Matt’s is good too.

Sidenote: That is apropos of nothing goal wise. He just wanted to torture Olag.

Maggie gets the final blessing with a quiet, heartfelt speech Brennan doesn’t even make her roll for. The statue tries to get her to put in a good word w/ her dad for it and steps all over the moment.

Ify, about to pull out shenanigans part two, electric boogaloo: I never got a chance to attack on my turn.

He attacks himself and warps back up!

Amy: Is that how you play a rogue????

Why sneak attack damage? Can you sneak attack yourself?

“You’re a liar!”/“I’m a rogue.” Beautiful.

We’re evil!

Oswald dies and Leiland comes back! Hexing Oswald really panned out for him

“It’s all spiders from here!” I wanna start saying that.

Efink cancels out a nat 20 on Sohkbar!

Lilith telling her kids to go find safety is a small thing but sweet.

“You know you live near Goblin Island and you always say you’re gonna visit.”

Markus swashbuckles over to the bloodkeep before he falls. Leiland is ready to jump his bones.

Nat 20 from Leiland! Is that his first one?

AND THEN HE ROLLS TWO NAT ONES!

Classic Leiland.

I love that Leiland is pro J'er'em'ih now.

John Feathers comes back for the epilogue. Rehka is more excited than anyone.

Lilith is voted queen regent of Gorgar! Go girl! And Jessa opens her fashion firm while Jason sets out to the forest. Good for them.

Scream beast babies!

And little Leiland asks big Leiland to get him the head of Galfast Hamhead! Full circle, I love it.

OK so Brennan said this and he was right. Leiland and Maggie have such a wild ass arc. She goes being “that whore” in ep 1 (idr what he actually called her but that’s the vibe he gave off) to “my queen” in episode 6. And like, man. Imagine planning a game where the goal is to lead the players into a PvP free for all and, instead, the only two characters with a legit grievance mend fences so much that one names their child after the other and that one swears fealty to that mom and her child. Imagine failing so hard at your original goal. Wow.

Anyway, that’s it for Bloodkeep! Thanks for hanging in there for me to write this up! I want to say something about the teaser for T.U.S. too but I’ll save that for another post. 

Sidenote: So Matt has been on D20 and Brennan has been on Naddpod. I think this means Brennan or Murph gets to be on Critical Role now. I’m a lawyer and I’m pretty sure that’s how the law works. 

#asks #a-salty-alto #escape from the bloodkeep #bloodkeep #dimension 20 #i know this is typo riddled but this is a 3 hour episode and I don't have the patience to edit this rn so...

[the-depressed-shiny-buneary]

Family Members: Corvin Gabena

Corvin is Serena’s second cousin and the son of X and Shauna. Corvin is a nice guy and much like his father, he’s a Mega evolution successor, having a Key Stone as a brace on his left wrist. But he wanted to be a bit of a star like his mom, however, since contests didn’t interest him and Showcases were female only he didn’t know what he wanted to do. Soon he went to PokeStar Studios and saw that there was an audition for the main character of a hero movie, Corvin signed up and passed the audition. The movie was so well received that there was a demand that a TV show was made from it so Corvin was cast as the main character. He soon got cast to play a villain in another movie and he ended up getting another show where he played the same villain. He’s very good at being an actor and can get into his roles easily despite not knowing much about the character or the role. 

Hero character- He plays as a straight-A student named Eugene Smith who is actually ‘Justice Knight’. As Eugene, Corvin is a shy, timid and clumsy boy that some people make fun of. He has a small group of friends that stick up for him and is at the top of his class. As Justice Knight, he’s brave, courageous and fights for the good of others no matter what. He’s confident in what he does and he does his own stunts.

Villain character- He plays as ‘Black Ryoto’, the arch-enemy of the main character of the second show he plays in. As Black Ryoto, he’s manipulative, sneaky, and not afraid to use others for his own benefit. He also isn’t afraid to hurt or ‘kidnap’ anyone of the characters and threaten them in front of the hero.

His main colors as himself are red, purple and indigo. From red, he’s passionate and determined to do what he does as an actor, it also stimulates his energy so he’ll always be ready to act even if he’s tired. The shade he’d wear is crimson as it indicates his determination to succeed. From purple he’s imaginative and creative as he’s able to adlib on the fly should he forget what his lines are, it also helps with how he can avoid getting mobbed when someone thinks he might be the actor that plays the characters they like. Indigo represents how he’s devoted to what he does, as well as his knowledge of acting lingo and how to do his own stage makeup, he’s also faithful to Pokestar studios and wouldn’t want to go work for another company.

His Pokemon:

Gallade- Gallade was Corvin’s first Pokemon when he was a Ralts, he and Corvin did almost everything together when they were younger and it didn’t take long for him to evolve into Kirlia. Whenever he would start evolving again, he would always stop himself when he finally asked he said he didn’t want to evolve into a Gardevoir and he wanted to go to his other evolution Gallade. So Corvin gave Kirlia an Everstone so he could stay as a Kirlia until they found a Dawn stone, they were soon given a Dawn stone by Grey seeing as he found it and had no Pokemon to benefit from it. Corvin took the Everstone away from Kirlia and gave him the Dawn stone, having him evolve into Gallade. As a Ralts, Gallade wasn’t shy or timid at all it was energetic and eager to train so he could evolve but he also had a brother bond with Corvin. As a Kirlia, he calmed down and gained a bit of a regal streak but not as bad as Ashley’s Kirlia and once he evolved into Gallade his personality shifted to a strong but silent Pokemon that enjoyed battling with his new abilities. Soon while he and Corvin were training he sensed something and went to see what it was, there he saw the Galladite and picked it up. That was when Corvin and Gallade got matching braces to hold both stones and they performed Mega evolution. Gallade is one of the three Pokemon that acts alongside Corvin in the hero show as Corvin’s main Pokemon.

Caught in a Pokeball.

Ability is Steadfast. Mega Gallade’s ability is Inner Focus.

Moves are Night Slash, Close Combat, Swords Dance, Psycho Cut, Poison Jab, Thunder Punch, Drain Punch, Zen Headbutt, Rock Slide, and Giga Impact.

Swellow- Corvin caught Swellow when he was a Taillow, no matter how many times he was knocked down by Gallade’s attacks he would always get back up ready to fight again. Because Corvin didn’t want Taillow to get too hurt he ended up throwing a Heal Ball at him and caught him. As a Taillow, Swellow was stubborn and headstrong, he refused to retreat from a fight even against a Pokemon stronger than him and anyone with a type advantage against him. After he evolved, he mellowed down but was still very stubborn when it came to battling and would refuse to give up no matter how much he got hurt during a battle. Swellow is one of the three Pokemon that acts alongside Corvin in the hero show.

Caught in a Heal Ball.

Ability is Guts.

Moves are Brave Bird, Air Slash, Focus Energy, Agility, Work Up, Double Team, Sky Attack, Heat Wave, Steel Wing, and Giga Impact.

Stoutland- Stoutland was a Pokemon that would protect anyone who needed help. He happened to appear during a shoot for an episode of the show when he thought one of the actors was in actual danger, while the camera crew and the director was freaking out, Corvin managed to adlib the entire scene and the next scenes of the show and encouraged the other actors to adlib as well. When doing the end scene, Stoutland rubbed his head against Corvin’s hand and asked if he could join his team, Corvin agreed all while being in character and caught Stoutland while the crew was filming. When Stoutland realized he crashed onto the set he apologized for ruining their show but in actuality, the episode he debuted in was well received by fans of the show because they didn’t expect Corvin to catch a Pokemon on screen and they were very excited to see more of Stoutland. Stoutland is a loyal and friendly Pokemon, he’ll let anyone pet or play with him and he’s always ready to work with his trainer.

Caught in an Ultra Ball.

Ability is Intimidate.

Moves are Ice Fang, Thunder Fang, Fire Fang, Retaliate, Play Rough, Giga Impact, Crunch, Return, Last Resort, and Facade.  

Ariados- Ariados can be one of two personalities, he can be easy going and relaxed or aggressive and cruel. Outside of the show where Corvin plays as a villain, he’s always relaxed and doesn’t do much aside from sleep or eat and there will be times he’ll play with kids by giving them a ride on his back or having them play in his web, he can control if the web is sticky or not so if he wants to he can make his web into a trampoline for any kids. But when he’s acting with Corvin he’s a Pokemon that gets aggressive and often uses his webs to restrain the actors that are playing their parts, he also fights with the hero character’s Pokemon as the other Pokemon on Corvin’s villain team are made for different roles.

Caught in a Net Ball.

Ability is Sniper.

Moves are Swords Dance, Poison Jab, Scary Face, Agility, Cross Poison, Spider Web, Electroweb, Stomping Tantrum, Megahorn and Night Slash.

Salamence- Corvin found Salamence when he was a Bagon, he was trying to jump off a cliff in an attempt to fly and Corvin quickly caught him before he could seriously hurt himself. Bagon was always aggressive and headbutting Corvin when he was in a bad mood, as well as trying to jump off anything high in an attempt to fly. At some point, he ended up jumping off a cliff and into a rapid river, without thinking Corvin jumped in to save Bagon and managed to call Ariados to pull them out with his webs. That was when Bagon finally accepted Corvin and became part of his team. He trained hard and ended up evolving into Shelgon and after more training, he evolved into Salamance. Salamence is often seen flying around whenever he’s out of his Pokeball, there will be rare times when he’ll be on the ground sleeping or just relaxing. He only allows Corvin to ride on his back, because of that in the show where Corvin acts as a villain he’s often seen giving Corvin a ride as a way to intimidate the hero. He found the Salamencite one day and managed to gain the ability to mega evolve. 

Caught in an Ultra Ball.

Ability is Intimidate. Mega Salamence’s ability is Aerilate.

Moves are Fire Fang, Dragon Claw, Steel Wing, Hydro Pump, Dragon Dance, Dragon Rush, Thrash, Giga Impact, Brutal Swing and Flamethrower.

Krookodile- Krookodile was in an of a group of Sandile but when he evolved into a Krokorok he left as he deemed himself stronger than them and wanted to make it out on his own, he soon met Corvin and challenged him and his Gallade to a battle to which the two of them accepted. Gallade managed to beat him in a battle and thus, Krokorok would often challenge Corvin and Gallade to a battle and each time he would get beaten by Corvin’s Gallade. Krokorok was frustrated and wondered why was he always losing when he was the only Sandile to evolve, then he realized that Gallade was stronger because he had a trainer with him and he soon demanded that Corvin capture him so he can get stronger. Corvin didn’t mind and caught him. Krokorok did everything that Corvin asked when they were training and got stronger, soon Corvin had used him in a battle against the hero character in the other show he plays in and mid-battle Krokorok evolved into a Krookodile, Corvin was surprised about it and managed to adlib his lines once again. Krookodile is a bit of an egoist and is always up for a Pokemon battle, he also enjoys his role as a villain’s Pokemon too much and can sometimes forget he’s not supposed to win but because of Corvin’s adlib skills, it works out well for him.

Caught in an Ultra Ball.

Ability is Moxie.

Held item is the Black Glasses.

Moves are Power Trip, Earthquake, Bulk Up, Crunch, Brutal Swing, Aerial Ace, Iron Tail, Thunder Fang, Fire Fang, and Stomping Tantrum.

#Pokemon #My Ocs #BrightTomorrowShipping #Next Gen #Family #Corvin Gabena

[loki-in-hogwarts]

Webflakes

Peter Parker x reader Summary : It's nearly Christmas and still no snow in sight. You thus decided to bore Peter about that to share your desperation. Warnings : none Words : 2.2K A/N : This is a sweet fluff + Irondad Spiderson thing suggested by @double-leo, thank you as always ! This is part of the 12 days of Christmas writing challenge. Please tell me if you want to be added to the taglist and make sure to see my other work.

You were out in New York, wearing your warmest coat to walk your dog and desperate for snow that still hadn't came. Peter was next to you, listening to you whining about the coldest weather possible but still no snow.

"Can you believe ? We're what, the 13th ? And it doesn't snow ? Will we have to spend Christmas under the sun ?", you exclaimed, fed up.

Peter laughed sweetly.

"That wouldn't be the first time that it doesn't snow on Christmas day, you know y/n..."

"Exactly ! When was the last time that it snowed on Christmas day ?"

"Hum, last year ?", he replied trying to shut your drama queen moment down.

"Alright, but before that ? Years without snow !", you pouted.

"You can't do much about it... I would love to help but-", he stopped. "Would you wait for me ? I have something to do with Mr Stark, my spider senses are calling me !"

And without saying more he ran away. You sighed. You and Peter had met years ago, when you were still kids and never stopped being friends. Of course through the years it happened that you separate and made other friends, but in the end, you were always mates. It's only in those last two years that you had really began to get along and had became the bestest of friends. Friends. Nothing more. Even though everyone seemed to ship you together, you always made a point to let them know that you weren't a couple. And you were certain about it, you would never be a couple. In fact, you dated several person. Including Mason, aka the love of your life and ex. Now, this isn't about him being the worst jerk and cheating on you or any other jerky thing, two months ago he just told you that he wasn't in love with you anymore but that he still wanted to be your friend and he cared about you deeply. Which, actually was worse than him being a jerk because you couldn't be mad at him since he had been the sweetest and kindest guy to ever dump you. Indeed, worse. Peter of course, was the first you told about that. He sweared that he would wear his Spider-man suit and kill the boy, but after you explained him the story, even him admitted that he couldn't do anything.

Now, about Spider-man, just as he had been the first to know about your hardest break up, you had been the first to know about his alter ego. Months and months after the actual thing happened. In fact, you were at his house with Ned building the Lego Death Star when Spider-man entered in the bedroom and jumped on the ground, putting off his mask and revealing the cute face of your best friend. If Ned acted cool about not knowing his secret and was only excited to discover all his abilities, you made Peter feel guilty about not telling you for weeks, until he sweared that he would talk about your incredible capacities of fighting to Mr Stark and that he made you a suit to join the Avengers. Which obviously never happened since Peter shitted his pants every time he saw Iron Man.

Recalling these memories put a smile on your face and you went home not thinking about the snow problem again. Peter had that power to always appease you even when he wasn't there. Now, that is a super power.

"Mr Stark, Mr Stark I really need your help !", Peter exclaimed as he joined Tony in the lab.

"Is it girl-related ?", Tony asked without even looking up from the metal piece he was working on.

"...No, it isn't ?", Peter tried.

"What did I say about anything non-girl-related Pete ? It can wait until I've finished my job", he replied with a sigh.

When will this boy ever find a girlfriend ? He thought.

Peter waited a few seconds then admitted, staring at the floor : "Yeah, alright, it's about a girl..."

"No way Pete ! You found a girlfriend, congrats !", Tony rose from his chair and patted his shoulder.

"First, it's a little hurtful that you react this way about me having a girlfriend", he started as he pouted. "And second, she's not my girlfriend, but since she dumped her boyfriend lately and that I acknowledged the fact that I like her very recently, I have to make a move right now", he finished.

"Peter, does this girl has anything to do about your girl friend that wanted to join the Avengers ?", Tony questioned as he rose a eyebrow and gestured comas with his fingers.

"Yes it does, but it was indeed only my girl friend back then", he answered mimicking the comas too.

"I knew you liked her ! That's why you never dated anyone, even the hot Spanish daughter of Pepper's friend !", he exclaimed, confident.

"I didn't- never mind. The thing is, I need your help to upgrade my web shooters in order to make them shoot webflakes !", he declared.

Tony looked at him puzzled.

"She is always complaining about the lack of snow this year, and since I don't have the power to control elements, I thought that it would be very romantic to bring her on a roof where we could see New York in all its glory and then... let it snow !"

Tony nodded.

"For your girlfriend, I would do anything."

"Rude...", Peter muttered.

"What did you say ?", Stark asked, as he turned around.

"Thank you so much Mr Stark, I don't know what I would do without you !"

"Well, first of, you wouldn't own the best suit in all the history of suits, secondly, you would do a lot of stupid things, and lastly, you would try to build this shooter alone which would be a stupid thing to do so it goes in the second category", he stated as he was starting to screen the web shooters and work on it. "Now, give me a hand, would you ?"

It was Christmas eve and there wasn't a single snowflake in sight. You wished Peter was here so you could whine to him. You were getting ready to leave to spend Christmas at your grandparents house with all your family but you felt like admiring New York's view from the emergency stairs next to your window. You were pulled away from your staring into the night sky by the sound of something falling behind you. You turned around and recognized Spider-man's suit.

"Peter ?", you said surprised.

He grabbed you by the waist and told you : "Hold on tight."

"Wh-"

Before you could say anything, he jumped in the air and you wrapped your arms and legs around his body. You let out a little surprised scream. You felt his left arm holding you and releasing you each time each time he was throwing another web. He quickly stopped on the roof of a skyscraper. From there you could see all New York perfectly and it was...magnificent.

"Can you tell me wh-", you started but you were interrupted by the sight of some little snowflakes falling around you.

You tried to touch one and it stuck to your finger. Peter had took off his mask and was throwing snowflakes made of web in the sky around you.

"How did you-"

You couldn't find the words.

"This is...perfect", you eventually said, rotating to see them all.

You stopped and stared at Peter.

"You did this just for me ? You created those webflakes ?"

Peter couldn't help a smile from displaying on his face. She was just like him.

"I was bored about your constant whining, and...", he slipped his hand in his suit. "I have also this".

He gave you a small box that you opened immediately. Inside, there was a celtic ring.

"Wh-"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing my proposal, it's just that I know that you love rings and I was sure you would like this one", he declared with a soft smile.

You jumped on him and hugged him tight, your head on his chest.

"Thanks Pete, it's so sweet ! My gift for you is home but I feel a bit ashamed about it. It's not as great as what you gave me", you told him, sorry.

His hands were playing with your hair and you rose your head.

"Why did you do that ?", you asked staring at his hazel eyes.

"I told you, I couldn't bare-"

You cupped his face and kissed him deeply. He placed his hands on your back and sighed.

"Too much ?", you asked as you retracted from him.

"Please ! Not at all !", he replied a bit too enthusiastic.

You smiled as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

"Bring me home and I'll give you my gift", you asked him.

He nodded and kissed your forehead before grabbing your waist and flying away. He let go of you and came in your bedroom, following you. You looked in your closet where you had hidden all of your gifts and found the right packet. Peter took it and undid it. He discovered the camera you had bought him weeks ago.

"This is incredible ! It's so beautiful !", he exclaimed. "Thank you, y/n, this is too much, you're crazy."

You chuckled.

"It's not, really."

"You have to be my first photo", he declared.

You looked at your outfit and rose a finger.

"Wait a minute."

You reached the bathroom and 5 minutes later, you were wearing the Christmas dress for tonight.

"You look stunning", Peter said in a sigh.

You posed in front of the camera and he took the photo. You watched it together and he insisted on the fact that you were magnificent.

"Thanks for everything Pete. That was a good surprise", you assured.

"You should thank Mr Stark too"

"I will when I will finally meet him", you replied. "I have to get ready to go, I hate to tell you this, but you should leave."

He smiled.

"I wish we could spend Christmas together", he said, staring at you. "You are gorgeous."

"I told you that you were welcome to come with-"

"This is your celebration, and I don't want to leave May alone."

"I just hate to know that you are alone for Christmas."

He tangled a lock of your hair in his finger and played with it.

"You are perfect y/n."

"You are more", you stated.

You kissed him softly and stared at him going out by the window.

"Merry Christmas Pete. See you tomorrow."

"You too", he declared as he kissed you quickly before flying away.

You stared at the window for some seconds before going in the living room to help your family.

Peter landed in an alley near the Stark Tower. He ran to it and was opened the gate by FRIDAY. He took the elevator to the floor of the living room and found Pepper and Tony cooking. They were playing with the ingredients and just being really cute.

"Peter !", Stark exclaimed when he noticed him. "So, how did it go ?"

"We kissed...", he answered blushing.

"That's my boy !"

Peter rose his head and smiled as Tony complimented him.

"You should bring her here as soon as possible. I'm eager to see who is worthy enough of Peter !"

Peter couldn't believe his ears.

"I will Mr Stark. Thank you for helping me", he declared with a big smile. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you, have a good night and merry Christmas !"

"Hey, hey, hey ! Where are you going ?", Tony asked. "I thought you told me that May was working all evening and that she would be home very late."

"She is, yes", he answered puzzled.

"You are not going to spend Christmas alone, boy. You are more than welcome here."

"But Mr Stark, I don't want to-"

"Nonsense ! We are happy to have you here", Tony interrupted him.

"But Aunt May-"

"I will escort you back to your apartment before she is home."

Peter was stunned.

"It's not like it's the first time that you eat here anyway", Pepper added with a kind smile.

"Al-alright, thank you very much."

He was smiling happily, so grateful for everything.

"I'm glad you're here, kid", Tony concluded as he patted his shoulder.

Peter headed to the kitchen, where he helped them. They then ate and talked joyfully all the evening. When it was nearly time for Peter to leave, Tony pulled him to the Christmas tree and showed him a wrapped gift.

"This is for you."

"Mr Stark- I don't...I don't have anything for you...", he stuttered ashamed.

"Don't worry kid, this is a little something for you. Hurry up, unwrap it !"

Peter executed and found a small key.

"My father gave it to me when I was your age. He told me that it represented the goal I had to seek", he declared with a moved voice.

Peter's eyes widened. He didn't know what to say and hugged Tony. His eyes were teary.

"Thank you Mr Stark, for everything."

Tony was surprised at first, but tightened his arms around the boy as he heard him sniff.

"I will always be here Peter, for anything, alright ?"

Peter nodded and rubbed his eyes. Pepper watched them from afar and took a picture. This was something that needed to be captured.

taglist : @double-leo

#peter parker #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #reader x peter parker #peter parker x y/n #Iron Man #iron dad #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spidey #spidey x reader #christmas #webflakes #spider son #pepperony #pepper potts #fluff

[runningwitches]

Taboo (Justice League x Reader)

Title: Taboo

Pairing: Justice League x Reader

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1907

Summary: The reader is a small hero from the city of San Diego called Taboo. When Bruce Wayne hears of Taboo and her powers, he attempts to recruit her for the Justice League. 

Warnings: Language, I wrote this in like an hour so there must be some warning there, a really lame attempt at a reference to Avengers: Age of Ultron, hopefully nothing else? References to the Justice League trailers? Idk, let me know if i forgot something.

A/N: So I thought of this and wanted to design a sort of hero anyways. She is kinda like Scarlet Witch with her powers, but more like Spider-Man in nature (If you couldn’t tell, I tend to lean more towards the Marvel sides of Superhero stories, but I still love the DCEU so when I re-watched the Justice League trailers, I had to). I will probably turn this into a series, and if I do it will still be mainly Justice League x Reader, however I might throw in some Barry Allen x Reader because not only did I already love the character, but Ezra Miller as Barry has me SHOOK and i love my little bb so much. Hope you enjoy!

Walking back to your Southern California apartment after a late night of crime fighting, you weren't expecting to see what you had.

You were a metahuman from San Diego, and when you finally gained complete control of your powers, you stayed living where you were, “why should New York have all the fun? There are plenty of other at risk places that need help, and I don't know if you noticed, I'm only good for stopping little things like robberies anyways,” you had told your best friend, (Y/F/N), at the time.

She thought you needed to move to New York and fight super villains just because you could use your mind to stop a few thieves. She was planning on moving to New York for a while now, attend college there and live out her dream of being an actress or whatever, and she thought you would join her. Use your powers to save all the tired New Yorkers like you had seen The Batman and Superman do on the news a few months back and all that. But you weren’t that kind of girl. You didn’t want to deal with villains, and you couldn’t stand the fact that those heroes thought that they were better than everyone else. It was obnoxious. You just wanted to be (Y/N), the girl from San Diego who liked art and cartoons, who just happened to have a side job of being the revered Taboo.

Taboo, of course, was your hero name. You didn’t really have to pleasure of coming up with your own name like a lot of the heroes nowadays did. You just woke up one morning to find that a picture of you fighting a group a thieves had been posted in the local paper and all over the local news channels, heroes like you not being big enough to ever hit the national news. Your black suit in great contrast to the light teal that came out of your fingertips, controlling the men who lined up to fight you with ease, your mask creased on your forehead, mimicking the way your face creased up in concentration. The silver of their knives glinted against the flash of the camera that took the picture, as one of the thieves was pictured flying backward, the knife leaving his hand. The titles read “Will the Taboo against heroes in San Diego fade with the coming of a new savior?”, “The newest hero, savior or Taboo?”, or your personal favorite, “Is it really Taboo to want someone to save you?” You didn’t know where the name came from, someone probably overhearing the word and thinking it was cool, and relaying it to the papers as if they knew you personally.

You sighed when you realized how cheesy your new name was, but you left it. As you got ready for your day, you headed out, your suit in your backpack as usual, and went for coffee.

You couldn’t help but overhear the chatter around you, most of it about yourself. You heard good and bad responses, those who seemed to like you, really liked you, and those who didn’t, really didn’t. You couldn’t help but travel through the mind of one of the men nearby who was very vocal about his opinion against you. As you sifted through his thoughts you found that he didn’t truly hate the idea of a hero in the city, but he was scared that a hero meant a villain. You knew that wasn’t true however, and as the line cleared in front of you, you left the man’s mind, ordering your favorite drink and a breakfast sandwich.

The barista offered slight conversation as he normally did, “Nice seeing you again (Y/N),” he started off with, as usual.

“I mean, I’m here every day, Cedrick,” you offered with a shrug and a smile, as he typed in your usual order.

“You hear about that new hero, Taboo? A lot of people don’t like her, but I think she’s good for the city, gives us a little edge.”

“Yeah, I think it’s definitely a good thing to have someone watching over us. She’s definitely no Batman or Superman though, I can already tell,” you responded. Finding your spot next to (Y/F/N), she brought her voice down to a whisper.

“(Y/N)! You’re all over the news!”

“This is not a conversation we can have in public, (Y/F/N). Half the people in here are scared of me, and a quarter of them hate me,” you said lowly through clenched teeth.

“I know, but it’s crazy, you’re finally like the heroes we always saw on the news.”

“No, I’m not, and if you want to keep talking about this, we have to go somewhere else. I’ll walk you to work.” As the two of you walked, she continued to try and convince you to move to New York with her. The more she asked, the more you declined. It really just “wasn’t your thing.” You loved the west coast, some powers and newfound attention weren’t going to change that. “I’m not going. The people of San Diego are already warming up to the idea of having a hero watch over them. This place is my home, and that hero is going to be me.”

“Fine, but when the people here are ungrateful and you need to go to New York to fight some stupid villain anyways, don’t come crying back to me.” She left for New York the next day, and that was the last time you two talked.

One year later, you still hadn’t made it to national news, a fact that you relished. You woke up every day, went to work, and patrolled the streets at night, finding a few crimes to stop every night. You rarely even made it to your local news lately.

As you finished for the night, around 3:00 AM, you opened the door to your apartment, turning on the light, and jumping in shock.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Bruce Wayne, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bruce Wayne, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you’re the Bruce Wayne who owns Wayne Enterprises?” you said, the uptick in your voice indicating that it was a question.

“The one and only.”

“Cool, cool, but that doesn’t explain why the fuck you’re in my house. So you better give me an explanation real quick or I’m calling the cops. You don’t have any jurisdiction here like you do over in Gotham, Mr. Wayne.”

“Well, my reason for being here depends on who you are. I’m looking for a very specific person, who has some abilities I think will help me in my ventures.”

“Well, I don’t know who you’re looking for, but it’s not me, and your time for explanation is getting shorter and shorter,” you stated, reaching into the back pocket of your jeans for your cell phone.

“Are you or are you not, Taboo?”

You froze, slowly looking up at him. Quickly recovering your facade, you tilted your head, feigning confusion. “Taboo, the hero? Nope, you’ve got the wrong gal, not get the fuck ou-” You were cut of by the throwing of a weapon at you, you quickly lifted your right hand and encased the metal object with an orb of teal energy, the color perfectly matching the accents on the suit stuffed in the backpack you still had on your back. You brought the orb closer and picked the Batarang out of it with your left hand, inspecting it for only a second.

“You’re weird,” he stated, eyes transfixed on the orb now floating between the two of you.

“Batman, huh? I should have guessed that one,” you simply responded, looking up at him.

“I’m putting together a team. A team of people with special abilities. You see, I believe enemies are coming. Otherworldly beings, and we need to stop them. The fate of the world rests in our hands.”

“Yeah, um. No?”

“No? No what? You’re not going to help us? With all due respect, Ms. (Y/L/N), there are monsters, dangerous creatures, among us now. I’ve seen what you can do. To have those powers and sit idly by when the world could very well be destroyed is not something easily done.”

“No,” you stated again, with a slight shake of your head.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation.” “No, Mr. Wayne. I don’t think you quite understand. I don't have training like you. I don't have the physical capabilities that you or the others do, let alone the mental ones. I'm a kid, I'm nineteen. I'm not some superhero like you. I stop robberies and bar fights, not super villains. The closest thing I have to a villain is the crazy guy on the corner of H and Third who gets too drunk and punches innocent people every once in awhile. I can't agree to join your little super team, because I'm not super.” You were angry that this man wanted to bring you into a fight that wasn’t your own. As you calculated your next move, you slipped into his brain, the concentration on his brain weaving teal into your irises. He seemed to catch on to what you were doing, and so he thought of what was happening. What he had seen that made him realize that he needed to get this team together in the first place.

That’s when  you saw it. You saw the horrors that he did, a gasp leaving your lips. You saw the destruction that was to come if the team didn’t stop it. You saw everything he had, and then you realized. He wasn’t bringing you into the fight because he was reckless, because he didn’t care about people like you. He was bringing you into this because he needed you. He needed you to help stop it. You saw the other people on the team, their names flashing into your brain along with images of them. Bruce Wayne: Batman, Diana Prince: Wonder Woman, Arthur Curry: Aquaman, Victor Stone: Cyborg, Barry Allen: The Flash, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N): Taboo. You saw clips of the others, agreeing to join the team, a man with long hair, angrily saying no, before re-thinking his decision, a boy, not much older than you, coolly saying yes, and another young boy, maybe two years older than the last, excitedly stating his acceptance. And finally, you saw yourself, through Bruce’s eyes, an orb of teal wisps at your fingertips, a Batarang inside it. You saw the power he saw, and you realized. Stopping robberies wasn’t truly what you were meant to do. You were meant to help save the world, with this team by your side.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you stated simply, looking at the ground.

“Really? After that speech, you’re changing your mind?”

“I know everything you do now, you guys are powerful but not powerful enough to stop whatever that is on your own. You’ll need all the help you can get, now get out of my apartment before I change my mind.”

“Okay, great,” he said, a sigh of relief leaving him, “We leave for New York tomorrow.”

You smirked, lifting up the hand that still held the Batarang, “Now do you want this back, or can I keep it?”

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[lovelyparkers]

chapter one - healing

(so yeah ur dr. romanoff bc ur nat's sister if u haven't realized! 3.2k+ words phew!)

peter was your patient. he always has been. from the minute he first crawled to your bedroom in the avengers tower after a late night brawl when you were 16, he has been your patient. and you vowed to make sure he was safe and healthy since then. a doctors word: you solemnly promised to care for the sick and wounded, promote good health and alleviate pain and suffering to the best of your ability. peter was your first patient, and you promised to care for him since.

last night he barely stirred in his sleep. he was obviously in pain and uncomfortable, he didn't even snore. you let him be all the way until it was time for you to be out the door and headed to the hospital.

"pete, love, i'm on my way out are you okay?"

"what," he rubbed his eyes and spoke in his deep morning voice, "oh i'm fine babe, go to work. i'm going back to sleep. thank you for waking me though."

you leaned down to give him a sweet kiss, which he obviously was waiting for, and he smiled, watching you walk out of your shared room. once he heard the front door click and lock he went back to sleep.

during your shift you made sure to check your phone frequently in case of emergency. after all, peter was your patient, but you didn't let the phone get in the way of hospital duties. you never would, but peter was also important. you figured peter would probably sleep most of the day, and he did promise you he wouldn't go out today so he could heal.

after doing rounds with your interns, you sent them off, checking up on them frequently. today was different, you had no scheduled surgeries, that is unless and emergency came in that needed you. but hey maybe it wouldn't be too hectic of a day. you could check on peter, check on your patients, and your interns. and of course, argue with your attending, rick.

now, rick was something else. he was the most arrogant surgeon and man in the entire hospital, and of course you were assigned to him. he was young, and flirty and according to several nurses, 'devilishly handsome.' ha, devilish is right. he bothered you, he teased you, made your internship miserable. yet it somehow made you stronger. you were more focused and self disciplined, not because of rick's actions, but because of your ability to not let him push you around. and lastly, he was known for trying to get in everyone's pants. he disgusted you. but he was on top of you on the professional scale, no pun intended. you wouldn't sink to his level. speaking of rick, he sauntered over to you and two of your interns, carly and ray.

"i'll be back, i gotta make a call," you said, referring to peter.

"oh dr. romanoff, i think you wanna hear this," rick bellowed.

"i really don't think i do."

"just wait up, please," he held out his hand.

"what?"

"so rachel and i," he said, gesturing over to rachel, a naïve nurse, "totally hit it off last night, if you know what i mean."

you scoffed, while carly and ray just looked disgusted, "really? that's what was so important? how bout your damn job, rick."

he laughed, that arrogant laugh, "i'm just messing with you sweet heart."

you shook your head, grabbing your phone from your pocket and started over to the on call room telling carly and ray you'd be back.

"jeez what's got her in a bunch?" rick asked.

"um i don't know maybe you?" ray snapped.

"whatever," rick said and followed behind you.

meanwhile in the on call room, you had peter on the phone, making sure your boy was okay.

"yeah, no, it stings a bit but, i'm feeling better."

"are you sure you're not lying," you said, genuinely worried about his well-being.

"yes sweets, i'm okay, i love you."

"i love you too pete, promise me you'll stay in?"

"i promise. so how's work?"

you were cut off by rick entering the on call room, crossing his arms and staring at you.

"um it's good, but hey i gotta go, call you later."

"love you!" peter said as you hung up.

"what," you snapped at rick.

"gosh, you're so tense."

"you make me tense."

"need some help with that?"

"not from you," you scoffed, heading towards the door to get back to carly and ray.

"wait up," rick said grabbing your hand, "look, i've got a patient, really complex case concerning the brain and i think you should take it."

"why not neuro?" you asked confused.

"because neuro is busy, i don't know. just please work with the family. you'll be good for them. no one else here is truly as calm and collected and makes a patient feel more safe than you. i swear, everyone falls in love with you by the time they are seen by you."

you smiled, for once rick had actually given you a genuine compliment, "thanks. so what's the case?"

"i know you like the brain, which is why you should go into neuro, but, it's a tumour. it's bad, they just came in today and i'm hoping you can do surgery within this week. it's urgent but we need to do scans and bloods before we can go through. we have to find out if it's even safe, and what type. they come from out of state, a small practice said he had a tumour."

"of course i'll take it. where is he?"

"peds wing."

"peds?"

"yeah, nine years old and terrified. you'll be the best for him."

you were shocked to say the least. NY Central Hospital didn't get many pediatric tumour cases. many went farther to other specialised hospitals. but you were willing to fight if it meant saving a helpless nine year olds life.

"okay. okay," you repeated yourself.

"thank you y/n. head up there asap."

rick dropped your hand finally and left. you took a moment to compose yourself before going to grab carly and ray.

"get ready kids, we're going to peds."

meanwhile, peter was at home, in bed, watching tv. he was so stiff and in more pain than he thought. but the last thing he wanted to do was worry you when you're already working a stressful job. he laid there in his boxers all morning so far after waking up. he managed to make some toast, though a little burnt. he wasn't hungry. he was in pain. his wound was a mess, constantly having to clean it and limping from room to room. he'd be fine though, he always was, right?

he was glad to talk to you though. when he saw your name appear on his phone, he smiled so big. he knew you'd call, he knew you'd worry. but he let you, a little. it was so good to hear your voice. he so wished you were here to just cuddle with him and make him feel good and make him great toast, but it was okay. you'd be home earlier than normal today. and he listened to you. and vowed to himself and to you that he wouldn't go out and possibly get more hurt.

he thought of you a lot when you weren't around. how he loved you so, so, so much. he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he felt like he already had. he would sleep and dream of you. he'd think about all the times that day he kissed or hugged you and how he just couldn't wait to do it again when you got home. he was passionate about you. he was proud of you. and again, he loved you so much. that was peter, a lover boy. ever since junior year of high school. still so whipped for you.

he decided to text you a sweet little message. he knew you were busy, but loved to do this so you'd have something to smile about on break. he smiled, grabbing his cracked phone off his nightstand and typed you a message.

'hey sweets. just thought i'd text you and say i love you. i cant wait to see you tonight and i wanna give u a big hug. i love you! oh and i'm gonna make us salads for dinner! or at least try! anyways did i say i love you? well, i love you.'

he put down his phone and tried to run to the kitchen, but in reality looked like a limping zombie, and grabbed some fresh lemonade out of the fridge. he was like a teenage boy, scared of your response, but you were literally living together. you loved him so much and he knew it. he brought his lemonade and his camera to the balcony in your apartment. it was such a beautiful day outside, warm and sunny. peter sat in just a pair of shorts because why not. he took pictures every now and then of helicopters or people on their roofs.

"hiya peter! how are ya?"

peter turned to the left to spot his elderly neighbor, mrs. dawson, on her balcony, about 5 yards away.

"morning mrs. dawson! i'm great, it's a lovely day!"

"sure is! where's the wife?"

"oh y/n? she's at work, and you know we're not married yet."

mrs. dawson just waved her hand at peter, "well you better get on with it, i'm waiting."

"i know, i know...i will."

this made peter think about the first time you met, tony jokingly telling you to go get married already, since you hit it off so well.

"y/n! come meet spider-man!" your sister yelled to you in the living room of the compound.

you jumped up, fully expecting a dorky grown man like the rest of the avengers, yet were shocked when you saw peter, your age.

"hi! i'm y/n romanoff, it's so nice to meet you! i wasn't expecting you to be a kid like me," you laughed, pulling him in for a hug. hugs were always your thing.

"i'm peter, parker peter. i mean, uh, peter parker. it's nice to meet you too. natasha has told me lots about you," he replied, blushing.

"awe, you're sweet," you said grabbing his hand, "lemme shoe you around some!"

"okay kids when's the wedding?" tony asked, causing natasha to laugh and you and peter to blush.

from that moment of junior year of high school, you and peter spent all your time together. he would come to your room at night if he needed to be patched up, or just for a hug, or cuddle. you would have sleepovers all the time it was almost obnoxious to the rest of the avengers. you started dating nine months after you meant. and though, you weren't an avenger. you didn't have powers or super strength, but you were family, so in a way you were an avenger. nat was all you had. no mom, no dad, just an older sister. what you didn't know was in your sophomore year of college, your sister would be gone. down at the bottom of a cliff on some planet called vormir, never to be seen again. that was when you decided to become a doctor.

"carly, ray, this is the peds wing. we have a brain tumour case, nine years old. let's go in and meet him."

you walked into the room where a young boy and his parents sat, worrisome looks plastered on their faces.

"hi, i'm dr. romanoff," you shook the parents hands, "and you must be benjamin?"

the boy nodded his head and shied away from you and your interns. you held out your hand for him to shake, and he did, softly.

"ray? would you?" you asked, gesturing to his chart.

"benjamin wallace, nine years old, from new jersey. pronounced tumour in the brain by a private practice, undiagnosed, but appearing to affect him at large, that's all we got."

"okay, thank you," you said, sitting down on the bed next to benjamin.

"hi buddy, first thing we are gonna do is pretty cool! you're gonna lay on a bed and we will give you headphones to watch a movie while we take pictures of your brain, and i can show you them afterwards if you want," you smiled and the boy nodded.

you looked to the parents, who looked a little calmer now, "we will do an mri and maybe a cat scan. we will find out what's wrong."

you stood up, while the parents agreed that was a good plan, "this is carly and ray, my interns, they will be helping out a lot. carly, wanna order the mri, urgent please?"

"of course," carly smiled and waved to benjamin and walked out to the nurses station.

again, you turned to the parents, "so how do you know he has a tumour? or moreso the doctor you saw?"

"this jersey doctor did an x-ray," the mom explained, "and he said he saw something bad and it was a tumour. he told us to come here or go to a hospital in maryland so we can here. we honestly don't know what to do now, or what to believe, it was all sudden, but he has a lot of symptoms."

you thought for a moment, biting your lip, "interesting...well you and benjamin are in good hands. we are gonna take care of him and find out what's wrong."

"thank you, thank you so much."

"of course mr. wallace. nurses will be in shortly."

you walked out of the room, ray following close behind, "this is weird right?"

"sure is. it's hard to tell a tumour is there on an x-ray, unless there's severe skull deformity, but, we are gonna figure it out."

all of a sudden you were paged to the ER as well as carly. you two rushed there, and found a car crash victim on a gurney.

"what am i seeing," you asked.

the paramedic just said, "crash victim, he's obviously drunk, asked for your carly and saw she's under you."

"dad?"

"what?" you asked turning to carly.

"hey! i knew you'd be here. wanna operate on me carly?" the man asked, drunkenly slurring his words.

"sir, i don't think you need to be operated on," you said.

"dad what happened?"

"well i got in a car crash, fix me up already. i think i'm getting feverish and i could use another drink."

"carly, you cant be here, go back upstairs please, i've got this."

"but it's my dad."

"and you know the rules. go."

carly took a last look at her dad before storming away.

"let's get ortho down here!" you yelled.

you came home later than expected that night, you did however receive peter's lovely text and it made your day a little better, especially having to operate on a pedestrian that carly's intoxicated dad hit, as well as a bike accident victim later in the day. benjamin's scans were delayed due to carly's reaction to her father, you didn't get to read them and would have to wait till the morning due to the scans being rescheduled. but coming home to peter at 7 pm made you feel a little better.

you walked in your apartment dropping your things off at the door and hanging up your white coat. peter was in the living room laying on the couch in nothing but his shorts, as he was all day. he peeked his head up when you walked in however. he got up and limped over to you with outstretched arms.

you tilted your head at him, "pete, what's going on with the leg? you limping?"

"what no," he stood in front of you, arms still up, "hug please, i missed you sweets."

you obliged and hugged him tightly, glad he was still okay and in your arms, but worried about the limp.

"i missed you too. how was your day?"

"oh just sat outside and talked to mrs. dawson and watched lots of tv, made burnt toast and missed you."

you kissed the side of his head, "i can tell."

"so dr. romanoff how was your day? you feel tense."

"i am, and gosh it was a long, stressful day."

"then let's not talk about it," he said pulling back from the hug, "c'mon let's go eat salad in bed, watch some tv, and i'll give you a massage just because we can."

you grinned, "okay, but let me get the salad ready, i'm supposed to be taking care of you my stab victim."

"hey!"

you laughed, "just go."

peter waved you off and limped away, turning on the tv and jumped into bed. you kicked off your shoes and got the premade salads out of the fridge, bringing them to the bedroom.

"mmmm, thank you babe," peter groaned. he leaned up to give you a nice kiss on the lips.

you nodded, placing yours down on the nightstand and going into your wardrobe to get a tank top and sleep shorts then took a quick shower to wash away the day. you got changed and joined peter in bed to eat your salads.

"you look so pretty."

you scoffed, "i'm wearing a white tank top with a ketchup stain on it from last month and my hair is tangled and i'm sore and have bags under my eyes."

"still beautiful. or should i say insanely hot?"

you flicked him on the shoulder, "such a tease."

you two ate your salads in bed while watching tv and it was honestly so relaxing. you didn't rerun through your day and stress yourself out more. you were just with your love. and when you finished eating, peter offered to take the dishes to the kitchen, much to your dismay. but when he got up, he seemed to be limping a lot less. and you would definitely take a look at that wound later. he came back in with a smile on his face.

"sit up sweets, i'll give you a massage."

you did what he said and he crawled into bed just behind you and put his hand on your shoulders gently. he started to rub out all the knots and stress. you were so tense today, from worrying about him, to your new patient, to your surgeries.

"that feels great," you sighed.

"good, you deserve it."

he continued rubbing your shoulders and traced his fingers down your back, leaning in to give you a kiss on the neck. it was unexpected and made you shudder, but eventually you melted into him.

"pete be careful."

he pulled back, "don't worry i am, not gonna leave any noticeable marks."

"pete," you demanded.

"i'm kidding, i love you. go to sleep babe."

"m'kay. love you too, so much."

you leaned into him and flopped over onto your side of the bed. he enveloped himself around you, making you warm and cozy and you instantly dozed off. peter loved you insanely much. he dozed off with a smile on his face, arms around you, after kissing your head.