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Color Me Pink -Nishimura Riki

Summary: you and Riki are childhood friends. But when Riki is approached by a guy at school asking about you, unexpected feelings rise to the surface.

Content: mild swearing, jealous!Riki, he's oblivious to his own feelings, feat. 02s

Work count: 1.4k (sorry)

Author's note: hihi! This is my first enha fic! I haven't written in a while and I also wrote this at 1 am so I'm sorry if it's bad 🙏 anyways thanks for reading byeee

Rain beat against the window of the history classroom, and Riki was watching the raindrops race each other to the bottom of the window pane. Mr. Lewis was droning on about some war or something or other, he wasn’t quite sure. History was never his strongest subject.

He turned to you, nudging your shoulder.

“Do you want to go to the arcade after school today? I need to get enough tickets to collect that limited edition Pokémon figure.”

You turned to him, nodding.

He grinned, and returned to his grueling task of betting which raindrop would win the race.

The bell rang signaling the end of another boring lecture.

Riki grabbed your hand, dragging you out of your seat.

“Come on!”

You giggled at his enthusiasm, and Riki grinned. He loved it when you laughed like that. And he loved that he was the only one who really got to see it.

The neon lights and the robotic sounds of the arcade games radiated around the enclosed space. Kids ran from machine to machine, as tired parents chased after them, piles of tickets and sodas in hand. A group of teenagers were playing a car racing game, and the smell of greasy cheese pizza floated in the air.

Riki raced over to his favorite game- Dance Dance Revolution. He was pretty good at this game, if he said so himself. He put the tokens in, and selected his favorite song to play- Replay by Shinee.

He began to follow along, flawlessly hitting each step.

You watched him from afar, sipping your soda.

His face was contorted in focus, sweat dripping down his black hair.

Riki finished the game, and turned to look for you.

You waved to him, and he hurried over.

“Y/N! I finally have enough tickets!” He jumped up and down while hugging you, which caused you to laugh.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back after I exchange these tickets!”

He approached the counter with prizes, his eye on the best prize of all- a limited edition Pokémon figurine that he had been trying to get for months.

Behind the counter was someone he recognized from school. Kai, he thought his name was.

“Hey Riki.”

“Hey Kai! I’ll take the limited-edition Pikachu figurine please”, he said, slapping down the pile of tickets on the counter.

“You got it.”

Kai turned to the wall behind him, and grabbed the figurine.

“Here you go. Hey, by the way, you’re friends with Y/N, right?”

Riki was confused by his question but nodded in response.

Kai blushed, a hand creeping to itch the back of his neck.

“Do you think you could introduce me? I’ve had a crush on her for the longest time, but I don’t know how to approach her.”

Riki felt his stomach churn a little, but he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the questionable hot dog he ate earlier from that street vendor.

“Uh... sure. How about you sit with us at lunch tomorrow and I’ll introduce you?”

Kai let out a relieved breath.

“Thanks so much. I owe you one.”

As he walked away, Riki was apprehensive about introducing you to Kai. What if he was a bad person? What if he only wanted to use you? He would have to keep a close eye on him.

The next day at school, Riki kept his promise. He found Kai in the lunch line, and brought him over to where you were sitting.

“Everyone, this is Kai. He’s going to join us for lunch today.”

A chorus of hellos echoed around the table.

Kai sat next to you.

“Hi.”

“Hi. We have English together, right?”

“Right!”

Riki watched as the two of you engaged in an animated conversation. You laughed, one of those genuine laughs that only he got to see. What could Kai be saying that’s so funny? He’s way funnier than that guy.

He was broken out of his trance by Jake, who tapped his shoulder.

“Dude, you’re going to burn holes in Kai’s face from your staring.”

Riki scoffed, “I am not staring.”

“Uh-huh...sure.”

“I’m not. I’m just...curious as to what he’s saying that could be that funny.”

Jake gave him a knowing look before returning to his sandwich.

The time for history class came around again, and Riki was utterly bored out of his mind.

Nudging your shoulder, he passed you a little note.

Do you want to do a movie night with the guys tonight?

He watched as you scribbled a response with your blue fountain pen.

I can’t, I’m going to see a movie with Kai tonight :( Maybe another time?

He nodded, and you gave him an apologetic look before returning your attention to the lecture.

Riki was disappointed. You always went to movie night, and now you’re suddenly bailing? For this guy you just met earlier?

He rested his hand in his palm, resuming his intense daydreaming session.

There he was, at Jay’s house, a bucket of buttery popcorn in hand, and his favorite movie playing, but he couldn’t focus. His attention kept drifting to you- what were you doing? Were you laughing at something Kai said? Were you dressed in that pretty floral dress you looked so pretty in?

Riki felt a discomforting pain in his chest that he couldn’t quite place. Jealousy, maybe? It was probably just because he had been single for so long, that he was jealous of your love life. Yeah, that was it.

Sighing, Jake grabbed the remote, pausing the movie.

“Hello? Earth to Riki?” He waved his hand in front of his face to break his trance.

“Hmm? What?”

“You’ve been distracted all night”, Jay said. “Do you want to watch something else?”

Riki shook his head, “No I like this movie.”

“Then why aren’t you watching it? Is it because Y/N is with Kai? On a date?”, Sunghoon asked.

Riki opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated.

Jake gasped.

“It is, isn’t it. You’re jealous!”

Riki let out an awkward chuckle, “No of course not! I’m just... worried about her.”

Riki looked down at his hands as he said it.

The older boys shared a knowing look, but decided not to press him further on it.

Riki pulled out his phone, clicking on your messages.

R u done with the movie yet?

He tried to refocus on watching the movie, and he eventually fell asleep.

The next day, you still hadn’t responded to his message.

He texted you again to ask if you wanted to hang out, but you said that you couldn’t- you were studying with Kai.

Red-hot anger bubbled inside him.

You were his best friend.

Suddenly you don’t have time for him now that another guy came into the picture?

The next day, Sunday, was your usual arcade day, but you bailed on that too, saying you had too much homework this weekend and Kai was helping you with a history project.

All of Monday, Riki decided to ignore you. See how shitty it felt.

After the last class of the day, he hurried out the main entrance of the school.

“Riki! Riki! I know you can hear me!”

You were calling after him, but he kept walking away.

He made it all the way to his house before he felt a hand grab his own.

He turned to see your panting figure looking at him with pleading eyes.

You dropped his hand before asking, “Did I do something wrong? You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

Riki rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you go hang out with Kai, isn’t he your boyfriend now or something?”

You were shocked at what he said.

“No, why would you think that?”

Riki let out a frustrated groan, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’ve ditched me all weekend to go hang out with him?”

Now it was your turn to be mad.

“Are you serious, Riki? I didn’t spend one weekend with you and you’re mad at me?”

“Yeah. You know how important our arcade days are to me, and you bailed on me for that stupid guy! I don’t want to be your friend if you keep seeing him, because clearly, he’s more important than our friendship!”

Riki turned on his heel and stormed off.

You scoffed, and followed him inside his house.

“You don’t get to tell me who I can hang out with Riki!”

Riki slammed the door shut behind him, setting his bag down by the shoe rack in the hallway, before he turned to face you.

“Yes, I do!”

“Why, why do you care so much?”

“You’re my best friend, that’s why!”

You dejectedly sighed, running a hand through your hair.

There was a beat of silence before Riki spoke again.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your new boyfriend? Don’t waste your time here with me.”

“What is so wrong with me hanging out with him? Is it so hard to believe someone might actually think I’m attractive, or want to go out with me? Is that it? Cause that’s what it fucking feels like you’re saying, Riki.”

“No, of course not! I just... I just-”

“Just what Riki?”

“I’m in love with you okay! I’ve been in love with you for my whole life and I was stupid to not realize it until now."

His voice softened as he continued.

"I love the way you laugh, and the way you eat the head off the gummy bears first. I love everything about you.”

There was a silence as you processed his words.

“Y/N.. please say something.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”

With that, you walked towards him before placing your lips on his. Your hands found their way to his neck, as one of his hands cupped your cheek.

The kiss was slow, but electric. He gently kissed you, all of his love pouring out into this one moment.

You pulled away slowly, blushing.

Riki cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So... does this mean that you feel the same?”

You let out a giggle before ruffling his hair affectionately.

“You’re such a dumbass. Yes, Riki. I love you too.”

Riki grinned from ear to ear, before pulling you back in for another kiss.

You were lost in the kiss, when you heard someone clear their throat.

The two of you broke the kiss, pulling apart quickly.

Jake, Jay and Sunghoon were standing in the entryway of the kitchen,a smug, satisfied look on their faces.

They exchanged looks before Jake exclaimed, “Fucking finally!”

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akumaparker · 2 days ago

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Color Me Pink -Nishimura Riki

Summary: you and Riki are childhood friends. But when Riki is approached by a guy at school asking about you, unexpected feelings rise to the surface.

Content: mild swearing, jealous!Riki, he's oblivious to his own feelings, feat. 02s

Work count: 1.4k (sorry)

Author's note: hihi! This is my first enha fic! I haven't written in a while and I also wrote this at 1 am so I'm sorry if it's bad 🙏 anyways thanks for reading byeee

He turned to you, nudging your shoulder.

“Do you want to go to the arcade after school today? I need to get enough tickets to collect that limited edition Pokémon figure.”

You turned to him, nodding.

He grinned, and returned to his grueling task of betting which raindrop would win the race.

The bell rang signaling the end of another boring lecture.

Riki grabbed your hand, dragging you out of your seat.

“Come on!”

You giggled at his enthusiasm, and Riki grinned. He loved it when you laughed like that. And he loved that he was the only one who really got to see it.

Riki raced over to his favorite game- Dance Dance Revolution. He was pretty good at this game, if he said so himself. He put the tokens in, and selected his favorite song to play- Replay by Shinee.

He began to follow along, flawlessly hitting each step.

You watched him from afar, sipping your soda.

His face was contorted in focus, sweat dripping down his black hair.

Riki finished the game, and turned to look for you.

You waved to him, and he hurried over.

“Y/N! I finally have enough tickets!” He jumped up and down while hugging you, which caused you to laugh.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back after I exchange these tickets!”

He approached the counter with prizes, his eye on the best prize of all- a limited edition Pokémon figurine that he had been trying to get for months.

Behind the counter was someone he recognized from school. Kai, he thought his name was.

“Hey Riki.”

“Hey Kai! I’ll take the limited-edition Pikachu figurine please”, he said, slapping down the pile of tickets on the counter.

“You got it.”

Kai turned to the wall behind him, and grabbed the figurine.

“Here you go. Hey, by the way, you’re friends with Y/N, right?”

Riki was confused by his question but nodded in response.

Kai blushed, a hand creeping to itch the back of his neck.

“Do you think you could introduce me? I’ve had a crush on her for the longest time, but I don’t know how to approach her.”

Riki felt his stomach churn a little, but he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the questionable hot dog he ate earlier from that street vendor.

“Uh... sure. How about you sit with us at lunch tomorrow and I’ll introduce you?”

Kai let out a relieved breath.

“Thanks so much. I owe you one.”

As he walked away, Riki was apprehensive about introducing you to Kai. What if he was a bad person? What if he only wanted to use you? He would have to keep a close eye on him.

The next day at school, Riki kept his promise. He found Kai in the lunch line, and brought him over to where you were sitting.

“Everyone, this is Kai. He’s going to join us for lunch today.”

A chorus of hellos echoed around the table.

Kai sat next to you.

“Hi.”

“Hi. We have English together, right?”

“Right!”

He was broken out of his trance by Jake, who tapped his shoulder.

“Dude, you’re going to burn holes in Kai’s face from your staring.”

Riki scoffed, “I am not staring.”

“Uh-huh...sure.”

“I’m not. I’m just...curious as to what he’s saying that could be that funny.”

Jake gave him a knowing look before returning to his sandwich.

The time for history class came around again, and Riki was utterly bored out of his mind.

Nudging your shoulder, he passed you a little note.

Do you want to do a movie night with the guys tonight?

He watched as you scribbled a response with your blue fountain pen.

I can’t, I’m going to see a movie with Kai tonight :( Maybe another time?

He nodded, and you gave him an apologetic look before returning your attention to the lecture.

Riki was disappointed. You always went to movie night, and now you’re suddenly bailing? For this guy you just met earlier?

He rested his hand in his palm, resuming his intense daydreaming session.

Sighing, Jake grabbed the remote, pausing the movie.

“Hello? Earth to Riki?” He waved his hand in front of his face to break his trance.

“Hmm? What?”

“You’ve been distracted all night”, Jay said. “Do you want to watch something else?”

Riki shook his head, “No I like this movie.”

“Then why aren’t you watching it? Is it because Y/N is with Kai? On a date?”, Sunghoon asked.

Riki opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated.

Jake gasped.

“It is, isn’t it. You’re jealous!”

Riki let out an awkward chuckle, “No of course not! I’m just... worried about her.”

Riki looked down at his hands as he said it.

The older boys shared a knowing look, but decided not to press him further on it.

Riki pulled out his phone, clicking on your messages.

R u done with the movie yet?

He tried to refocus on watching the movie, and he eventually fell asleep.

The next day, you still hadn’t responded to his message.

He texted you again to ask if you wanted to hang out, but you said that you couldn’t- you were studying with Kai.

Red-hot anger bubbled inside him.

You were his best friend.

Suddenly you don’t have time for him now that another guy came into the picture?

The next day, Sunday, was your usual arcade day, but you bailed on that too, saying you had too much homework this weekend and Kai was helping you with a history project.

All of Monday, Riki decided to ignore you. See how shitty it felt.

After the last class of the day, he hurried out the main entrance of the school.

“Riki! Riki! I know you can hear me!”

You were calling after him, but he kept walking away.

He made it all the way to his house before he felt a hand grab his own.

He turned to see your panting figure looking at him with pleading eyes.

You dropped his hand before asking, “Did I do something wrong? You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

Riki rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you go hang out with Kai, isn’t he your boyfriend now or something?”

You were shocked at what he said.

“No, why would you think that?”

Riki let out a frustrated groan, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder.

“I don’t know, maybe because you’ve ditched me all weekend to go hang out with him?”

Now it was your turn to be mad.

“Are you serious, Riki? I didn’t spend one weekend with you and you’re mad at me?”

Riki turned on his heel and stormed off.

You scoffed, and followed him inside his house.

“You don’t get to tell me who I can hang out with Riki!”

Riki slammed the door shut behind him, setting his bag down by the shoe rack in the hallway, before he turned to face you.

“Yes, I do!”

“Why, why do you care so much?”

“You’re my best friend, that’s why!”

You dejectedly sighed, running a hand through your hair.

There was a beat of silence before Riki spoke again.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your new boyfriend? Don’t waste your time here with me.”

“No, of course not! I just... I just-”

“Just what Riki?”

“I’m in love with you okay! I’ve been in love with you for my whole life and I was stupid to not realize it until now."

His voice softened as he continued.

"I love the way you laugh, and the way you eat the head off the gummy bears first. I love everything about you.”

There was a silence as you processed his words.

“Y/N.. please say something.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”

With that, you walked towards him before placing your lips on his. Your hands found their way to his neck, as one of his hands cupped your cheek.

The kiss was slow, but electric. He gently kissed you, all of his love pouring out into this one moment.

You pulled away slowly, blushing.

Riki cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So... does this mean that you feel the same?”

You let out a giggle before ruffling his hair affectionately.

“You’re such a dumbass. Yes, Riki. I love you too.”

Riki grinned from ear to ear, before pulling you back in for another kiss.

You were lost in the kiss, when you heard someone clear their throat.

The two of you broke the kiss, pulling apart quickly.

Jake, Jay and Sunghoon were standing in the entryway of the kitchen,a smug, satisfied look on their faces.

They exchanged looks before Jake exclaimed, “Fucking finally!”

#enhypen fic #enhypen #enhypen riki #nishimura riki #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #riki x reader

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akumaparker · 2 days ago

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I'm struggling to think of characters or ppl to write fanfiction about but I have lots of prompt ideas

This is the worst 😭

#fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writer struggles

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akumaparker · 2 days ago

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mama awards they will never make me like you

#kpop #mama awards #im a hater

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akumaparker · 2 days ago

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All I wanted was for Five to have some kind of a breakdown during which he wants to save his family so badly he ends up being the cause of the apocalypse instead.

Was that too much to ask for?

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When you can't find any good fanfics of the niche fandom you're in

#fanfiction #fanfic #writers on tumblr #fanfic writing

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akumaparker · 7 days ago

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Tony Stark knew Peter Parker for 2 years and mourned him for 5.

For Peter it felt like only a few hours between going on a field trip with his classmates to fighting in a war and watching his mentor die.

He woke up that morning, probably excited to see the Starry Night painting in person. He then chose to protect Tony and his neighbourhood, his planet, to go to outer space and fight a genocidal alien.

He went home at the end of the day, bloody and bruised, to a home that no longer existed, and with the image of Tony's burnt flesh and unfocused stare pressed into his eyelids.

Tony spent years with the painful reality that Peter died too young, and it was his fault. Peter says he's sorry while he turns to dust in Tony's arms because he knows Tony will blame himself for this (and if you died? I feel like that's on me. And I don't need that on my conscience).

He is consumed with the thought while stranded in space, and he spits it out immediately when he lands on Earth- "I lost the kid".

Again, when he's inside with the other Avengers and flashes of dead missing persons are shown on the screen, Tony is reminded of Peter's body disappearing right under his fingers.

Now it's 5 years later, and he's moved on with a beautiful daughter of his own.

But then there's the photo that he kept, of him and Peter, brought to his new home that's supposed to be a fresh start.

The opportunity to bring the Avengers together, to fight again? No.

The opportunity to give Peter Parker a chance at the life he deserves, a life longer than childhood?

Tony Stark invents time travel.

Peter Parker will never know it was for him.

Maybe when Peter is 21 he'll realize that this is how long Mr. Stark had lost him for. It cuts open his grief, worse than any other anniversary has.

He wishes he could hug Mr. Stark again. He wishes he held on longer when Tony pulled him in, held on tighter.

He wonders if while he was hugging Tony and thinking about it being their first real hug, Tony knew it would be their last.

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akumaparker · 7 days ago

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Thinking about restless spirit Tony Stark who just can't move on to the after life.

The first thing he does once he realizes he's an apparition is check on Pepper and Morgan. True to their word, they're okay. He watches them for a bit but feels this deep unrest pulling him away from the quaint home he yearns for.

There's a deep wrongness within him, some unfinished business that draws him back to New York.

He fears for a moment that it's Peter- but no, it can't be him. He'll be in Massachusetts right now, attending MIT as a freshman. There isn't a doubt in Tony's mind that his little genius is already making his mark.

Still, he follows the pull of his spirit to some dingy Queens' apartment he's never been to before.

It's deep in the night yet the apartment is empty. He looks around a bit, his body phasing through anything he attempts to touch.

It's small and dirty. There's old coffee cups on the desk, alongside a couple GED manuals. Great, the universe thinks he has unfinished business with some broke high school dropout.

He's pondering how he must have screwed up this kid's life; was it the Avengers, Stark Industries? Maybe his old playboy lifestyle is finally coming to bite him in the ass.

His contemplation is cut short by the sound of the window cracking open.

It strikes Tony for a moment that maybe he's stuck on Earth to be a guardian angel, Iron Man living on as some invisible protector against whatever creep is sneaking into people's windows. It doesn't make much sense considering the whole non-corporeal thing, but he still stiffens like he's ready for a fight.

He sees a man- no, a thing? A creature maybe, or an alien. Even in death Tony can't escape being one of Earth's mightiest heroes.

The creature is shrouded in darkness, something slick and bald crawling inside the room with terrifying grace and silence. It shuts the window with a soft kssssh as the seal is formed.

And then it pulls off its mask.

There, with the click of a table lamp, glows the face of Peter Parker.

He's definitely older now; sturdier shoulders, a rugged set of his jaw, hair tamed to something semi-professional. Still present, though, are those gentle brown eyes.

Nothing makes sense right now. Why is his kid here, in this apartment? Surely May wouldn't allow this. How many tenant laws does this place break? Where are his little sidekick friends? And on what planet would Peter Parker ever need a GED?

Tony's getting angry now, watching Peter move around the tiny space. He changes out of his costume and into pajamas. That spider suit isn't Tony's suit, it looks like cheap craft store fabric.

The kid opens a small freezer and pulls out the singular bag of peas that reside in there, pressing it against his ribs while he goes to pop some bread into a toaster.

Tony takes note of every glimpse he gains into Peter's life. Empty cabinets when he reaches for a jar of peanut butter. A fridge housing nothing but condiments and energy drinks when he goes to grab jam. A drawer with two spoons, no forks, and a paring knife which he pulls out and sticks into the strawberry jam jar just as the toast pops.

This is all so wrong.

Tony's outrage is coming to a rolling boil. Peter deserves the world- he was gonna give him the world. He couldn't wait to send Peter to MIT and show him off as his protégé. Tony was gonna fund his projects, tease him about pretty girls, maybe even see him step back from Spider-Man and act like a normal college kid. He wanted to see him flourish and grow up. It was all he could think about when Peter turned to dust between his fingers; he should be goofing off with his friends at a mathletes meeting, or building Legos, not fighting an intergalactic war.

Tony couldn't even conceive how much went wrong to end up here.

Alone. Broke. No school. He didn't even have his Stark suit to protect him. Everything that made him him has been stripped, leaving him in this shallow box with scuffed paint and hollow cabinets.

Tony can feel the violent rage burn deep in his spirit as he thinks about it.

This is why he's here. He can't let his boy live like this, wasting his potential to be some villain's punching bag. Where is everyone? Does no one care enough to stop this? The fury that builds in Tony is dangerous, wondering why a dead man is the only one who cares about the teen's life right now.

Without thinking Tony's hand reaches for the GED textbook, a mocking piece of work that laughs in his face, and throws it at the stupid little kitchenette that's mere feet from the bed.

It sails across the room with surprising speed before it's met with a thunk against Peter's palm, hand reaching out to catch it from the air before it collided with the toaster.

Oh.

Peter sets the book down and immediately picks up his web shooters, eyes darting furiously to every corner of the tiny apartment.

"Who's there?"

Tony steps a little closer but Peter's eyes just look right past him.

"C'mon Pete, c'mon. I'm here, I'm right here."

Tony looks for something else to grab. He swats at a hopefully empty coffee cup on the wooden desk, but his hand just passes right through it.

"Shit," the hope Tony felt waivers slightly and he tries again.

Nothing.

Peter is searching his apartment now, making sure the window is secure and feeling around every crevice, bookshelves, under the bed, in the top corners of the room. Searching for something nefarious, tech maybe.

Tony hits the cup, again and again, frustration building up and up and up till-

The cup flies across the room, Tony and Peter's eyes track its movements as it bounces against the ground and rolls to a stop.

"Shit," Peter breathes out.

Tony walks up to Peter now, standing before him.

"Figure it out. Think kid, you've met aliens, gods, magicians, surely ghosts aren't too far fetched."

Peter closes his eyes. His posture straightens, Tony watches him take a deep breath in as the hairs on his bare arms stand on end.

Peter's eyes blink open, and they're looking directly at Tony.

Tony smirks, "that's it."

Peter turns around and picks the cup off the ground, running to his desk with it and ripping a piece of lined paper out of a notebook and scribbling furiously on it.

Tony walks over as Peter places the cup in the center of the paper.

On the left is the word YES in bold print, NO on the right.

"Okay, okay okay. So, move the cup if, if you wanna talk. Um, is there someone in the room right now?"

Tony reaches for the cup, an intense glare as his fingertips graze it gently. It shifts minutely towards the YES.

"Shit! Shit. Sorry, whew. Okay. Are you friendly?"

Tony moves it to YES again.

"Are you a, um. Person? Like not an alien?"

YES.

"Are you wearing tech, invisibility suit or your molecules are uncalibrated or maybe it's a portal thing like, multiverse shit is happening again, a mirror universe! Oh, maybe a..."

Tony let's a frustrated sign. The kid is too practical, logical. He needs to think like a non-genius.

"... could be. Or, or maybe you're just a ghost-"

Tony perks up and immediately swats the cup, causing it to fly off the desk towards the YES.

"Oh. Oh that's... kinda normal. Or maybe really weird? I mean... I certainly have some ghosts in my past."

Peter picks the cup up and puts it back on the desk.

"Do I know you?"

YES.

"You said you were friendly, and I'm not getting any danger tingles from you. I'm gonna start with people I know are dead, cuz I just really hope you're not a... new ghost. Um. M-May?"

The boy's voice cracks on the word and Tony freezes. May is dead? Tony starts to fear that things are a lot more wrong than he previously thought.

Peter's breath catches and Tony realizes he's waiting, dying for an answer, and quickly pokes the cup towards NO.

Peter's shoulders sag.

"Uncle Ben?"

NO.

"T- Mr. Stark?"

Tony grins, "now we're getting somewhere!"

YES.

Tony is going to have his work cut out for him, but being here with Peter just feels right.

Peter breaks out into a matching smile.

"Wow, okay. I think I'm gonna need more paper," he says as the boy gets to work making a more complex system than YES and NO.

Tony watches on proudly, reminiscing about all the great Peter was and all the great he still is, despite his situation. Whatever this is, they'll figure it out.

Together.

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akumaparker · 7 days ago

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Five Hargreeves is stronger than me cuz if I was a 13 years old girl again I would kill myself on the spot

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akumaparker · 7 days ago

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Crying in the club rn

The Last Breath - S.J

P: Demigod!Jake X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Death, Violence, Confessions, basically right person, not enough time.

Synopsis: On the battleground, you lie on the edge of death, knowing there’s nothing left to do but let go. But then you see Jake, the one you’ve loved for so long, fighting. With a final surge of adrenaline, you muster the strength to confess your feelings, hoping to hear him say it back. But by the time he does, it’s too late. Two people in love cannot survive when one of them is gone, and as you slip away, so does the light of the world for Jake.

a/n: this is kinda short, but angsty :) so enjoy!

now playing: i love you by billie eilish

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be in this battle—not today, not like this. But the gods, your so-called parents, had once again decided to throw you and the other half-bloods into the fray, using you like pawns on a celestial chessboard. It wasn’t fair, and some of you had dared to say so, but really, who could stand up to Zeus? Who would risk it, knowing the cost?

The fight had started off manageable—a few monsters, nothing you and your friends couldn’t handle. You’d thought maybe, just maybe, this would be one of the easier ones. But that hope shattered when the Minotaurs appeared, chaos erupted, and before you knew it, the battlefield had turned into a gruesome field of broken bodies and spilled blood. Friends, strangers, creatures—dead or dying everywhere you turned.

You should’ve been stronger. As the daughter of one of the more prominent Greek gods, you were supposed to rise above, to lead, to fight. But even godly lineage has its limits. You were cornered before you could react, outnumbered and outmatched. Their strikes were brutal, unrelenting, and though you fought back with everything you had, it wasn’t enough.

Now, here you are, crumpled on the ground, blood soaking through your torn armor and pooling around you. Every breath burns, every movement feels like a thousand daggers stabbing into your flesh. You can hear the shouts of your friends somewhere in the distance, but their voices are drowned out by the pounding in your ears.

You can’t die here. You won’t die here. But as the darkness creeps in, swallowing the edges of your sight, you can’t help but wonder if this time, the gods have pushed you too far.

You looked down at your wounds, at the crimson streaks running down your arms and hands. Your fingers were stained red, trembling as you struggled to make sense of the pain. It was everywhere—your chest, your legs, your ribs. Every breath you took felt like fire, every movement sent waves of agony through your body. You’d never been to Tartarus, but you swore this was what it must feel like. This was suffering, pure and unrelenting, and you didn’t know how much more you could take.

For a moment, the thought crossed your mind: you could just close your eyes. Let the pain take over. Give up and let the darkness swallow you whole. But before you could give in, something in the corner of your vision caught your attention. Him.

Sim Jake.

Son of Ares.

Even now, bruised and bloodied, barely holding himself upright, he kept fighting. He refused to back down, even when it looked like his body might give out at any second.

And he was your crush.

From the moment you arrived at Camp Half-Blood, clueless and scared, he had been there. You’d met him on your first day, wandering aimlessly, overwhelmed by the realization that you were a demigod. He had found you and, without hesitation, taken you under his wing. He’d taught you the ropes—how to hold a sword, how to defend yourself, how to survive. He showed you kindness when you needed it most, and slowly, over time, you’d fallen for him.

How could you not? There was so much to love about Jake. His soft curls that always seemed to fall perfectly into place. His warm, puppy-like eyes that somehow made you feel safe. His confidence, his humor, the way he smiled like he had the entire world in his hands. He was fierce and brave, yet gentle in a way you hadn’t expected from someone like him, someone whose father was the God of war.

Jake was... Jake.

And to you, he was everything.

But what were you to him? A friend? A sister figure? A pupil he’d taken under his wing out of pity? You didn’t know, but the idea of confessing your feelings only to be rejected kept you silent. Why would someone like him ever like someone like you? Jake deserved someone strong, someone who could stand by his side in battle without faltering. Not you, bleeding out on the ground, helpless and weak.

You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered. You didn’t deserve him. That much, you were sure of. And yet, even as you tried to convince yourself to let go of the hopeless dream, you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

You loved him. So, so much. Even when you didn’t want to. Even when you tried to tell yourself it was foolish, that it would never work. But no matter how hard you fought it, your heart always betrayed you. And somehow, that hurt so much more than any of the physical pain you were feeling. The ache in your chest burned hotter than the cuts on your skin, sharper than the bruises blooming across your body.

You told yourself you’d had enough—enough fighting, enough struggling, enough everything. So, you stayed where you were, content to just watch him in your final moment.

But then you saw it.

A creature.

It was creeping toward Jake’s blind spot, its movements silent. He was too busy fighting off another monster to notice.

He didn’t see it.

Your body moved before your mind could process what was happening. You didn’t know where the sudden rush of adrenaline came from, but it didn’t matter. Pain surged through you as you forced yourself to your feet, the wounds screaming in protest, but you ignored it. Your hand found your sword, then your shield, both slick with blood as you grabbed them from the ground.

You staggered forward, limping and breathless, but your focus never left him. The creature was getting closer. Too close. Panic clawed at your chest as you tried to move faster, your battered legs trembling beneath you. Every step felt impossible, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

“Jake!” you screamed, your voice hoarse but desperate enough to make him turn. His wide eyes found you, shock flashing across his face as you barreled toward him, pushing yourself past the limits of what you thought you could endure.

Before he could say a word, before he could ask what you were doing, you threw yourself against his back. The impact sent a fresh wave of agony through your body, but you bit down the cry threatening to escape. You raised your shield just as the creature lunged, its attack colliding with the metal in a sickening crash.

The force of the blow rattled your bones, nearly knocking you over, but it didn’t hit Jake. It didn’t hurt him. You held firm, your shield braced as you stood between him and the creature, refusing to let it lay a single claw on him.

For a moment, everything else faded—the chaos, the deaths, the battlefield, the blood. All that mattered was that Jake was safe.

And you wanted to make sure he stayed safe. That was all that mattered. With a shout that burned your throat, you pushed the creature back with all the strength you had left, raising your sword and slashing it across the neck. The monster let out a guttural cry before falling, its body crumpling to the ground, lifeless.

You stood there for a moment, panting, trembling, and turned to Jake. He had just bested the last of his opponents, his blade still in hand, his chest heaving with exhaustion. The relief that flooded you was overwhelming. He was okay. Jake was okay. That was all you needed to know.

But your body had reached its limit. The adrenaline that had kept you standing drained away in an instant, leaving only the crushing weight of your injuries behind. Your legs buckled beneath you, and you fell. Your sword and shield slipped from your hands, clattering to the ground with a dull metallic crash.

You barely registered the sting of the impact as your body hit the ground, too numb, too tired to care. The edges of your vision blurred, darkened, but you could still see Jake turning toward you, his eyes wide with alarm.

“No!” His voice was panicked, cutting through the haze that threatened to pull you under. You wanted to respond, to tell him you were fine—or at least lie and say you were—but the words wouldn’t come. Your body felt heavy, your limbs like lead.

You tried to lift your head, but the effort was too much. All you could do was watch as Jake dropped his weapon, and rushed toward you. You wanted to smile at him, to reassure him, but the darkness was too strong.

You felt so numb, so cold… like the warmth was slowly draining from your body. The pain that had consumed you earlier was gone now, replaced by an eerie emptiness. But then, you felt it—Jake’s arms around you, pulling you close. His warmth pressed against your chilled skin, his frantic movements jolting your mind just enough to keep the darkness at bay. His voice was desperate, trembling as he spoke, though his words were distant, muffled by the haze clouding your mind.

You blinked sluggishly, trying to focus, trying to understand, and that’s when you felt something wet against your face. It wasn’t blood—it was warm, and it fell in soft drops that rolled down your cheeks. It took you longer than it should have to realize they weren’t your tears.

Jake was crying.

Your Jake. The brave, unshakable son of Ares. The boy who faced monsters and gods without flinching, who always smiled even when the odds were stacked against him. His face was twisted in anguish, his tears falling freely as he cradled you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. His voice broke as he spoke your name over and over, his hands shaking as he tried to keep pressure on your wounds.

Why was he crying?

Your mind felt too foggy, too far gone to make sense of it. You wanted to ask him, to tell him you were fine—even if it was a lie—but your lips wouldn’t move. Instead, you stared up at him, your heavy eyelids threatening to close, wondering why he looked so heartbroken.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry. Please… please stay with me. I can’t—” His words choked off into a sob, and his grip on you tightened, as if holding you closer could somehow keep you here.

Sorry? What was he sorry for? You didn’t understand. Your chest ached, not from pain, but from the look on his face—the fear and desperation in his eyes. You’d never seen him like this before, and it hurt more than any wound ever could.

“Jake…” you finally managed to whisper, though your voice was barely audible. It took every ounce of strength you had left, and even then, it felt like the effort might break you. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, his tear-streaked face hovering above yours.

“Yes! Yes,” he said quickly, his tone a mix of relief and panic. “I’m here. I’m right here. Don’t—don’t you dare close your eyes. Stay with me. Please.”

You wanted to obey, to stay awake like he begged, but the numbness was spreading, the world around you blurring again. Still, you fought to keep your gaze locked on him, his familiar face the only anchor you had left. You wanted to tell him everything—to tell him you loved him, that he was the reason you kept fighting, that he was your everything. But all that came out was a weak, trembling whisper.

“Why… are you crying?”

Jake’s face crumpled again, and a fresh wave of tears spilled from his eyes. He shook his head, brushing your hair back gently as if trying to soothe you. “Because I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice breaking with every word. “I can’t. I—” He swallowed hard, his chest heaving as he forced the words out. “Because I can’t lose you,” he choked out, his voice trembling like it was on the verge of shattering. He looked so lost, so helpless, his usual confidence stripped away.

“I can’t lose you, not you,” he rambled, his words tumbling out like a dam had broken. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You’re—you’re everything, and I should’ve told you that. I should’ve stayed with you during the battle, I should’ve protected you better—” His voice broke again, a sob catching in his throat. “But I wasn’t strong enough, and now… now you’re—” He cut himself off, shaking his head furiously, as though refusing to even acknowledge the possibility.

His hands trembled as he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away blood and dirt like he could somehow make everything better by sheer force of will. “You can’t leave me. You can’t,” he said, his voice rising in desperation. “I can’t live without you. I don’t want to. Do you hear me? I need you. I need you.”

Tears streaked down his face, landing on your cheeks and mingling with the blood there. You stared up at him, your body too weak to move, too drained to respond. But your mind… your mind raced. His words, his confession—it didn’t feel real. Jake, your Jake, was falling apart in front of you, his heart laid bare, and you didn’t know how to process it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw with guilt. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault. If I had just stayed with you, if I’d just—” He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening as though trying to hold back the anger at himself. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve been by your side, protecting you. That’s all I ever wanted—to keep you safe. And I failed.”

You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that it wasn’t his fault, that he’d done more for you than anyone ever had. But the words wouldn’t come, your body too weak to obey. All you could do was stare at him, wide-eyed, your heart pounding despite your exhaustion.

Jake’s gaze searched yours, his desperation deepening when he noticed your silence. “Please, say something,” he begged, his voice breaking. “Yell at me, tell me I’m an idiot, anything. Just… don’t leave me. Please..” His forehead pressed against yours again, his warm breath mixing with your shallow, ragged gasps.

The world around you felt distant, muted, but Jake… Jake was so close, his presence so overwhelming that it was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. And even through the haze, you could feel your heart breaking at the sight of him. You’d never seen him like this—never seen him so completely shattered.

You wanted to reassure him, to tell him it was okay, that you weren’t giving up. But all you could do was keep staring, stunned by his confession. The boy you thought could never love you the way you loved him was here, holding you like you were his entire world, begging you to stay, telling you he needed you.

You didn’t know how this would end, whether you’d survive the injuries tearing you apart, but in that moment, you found the strength to part your lips, even if only slightly.

“Jake…” you whispered, barely audible, but it was enough to make his head snap up, his tear-streaked face inches from yours. You saw the hope flicker in his eyes, the way he clung to the sound of your voice like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“I…” Your voice faltered, the effort too much, but you managed a small, trembling smile. You needed him to know, no matter what happened next. “You’re wrong. You… you didn’t fail me.”

“No,” Jake said sharply, his voice trembling with barely-contained emotion. “I did fail you.” His hands pressed harder against your wounds, though you both knew it wasn’t helping. He looked at you like he was trying to will you back to life with sheer determination, his tears falling faster now. “If I was just a little stronger, just a little faster… you’d be standing with me right now. Victorious. Unharmed. Unscathed.”

His voice cracked, and he shook his head, his lips pulling into a thin, anguished line. “You wouldn’t be here, bleeding out in my arms. You wouldn’t—” His breath hitched, and he closed his eyes for a moment, his shoulders trembling. “You wouldn’t be dying.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, that none of this was his fault. But you couldn’t. Not because you agreed with him, but because you already knew the truth. He wasn’t wrong about one thing—you were dying. The warmth in your body was all but gone, replaced by a chilling numbness that crept deeper with every passing second. You could feel it now, the faint pull. You wouldn’t survive this. No godly intervention, no miracle could save you.

So what was the point in denying it? If this was the end, you knew there was something you had to do. You’d carried the weight of your feelings for too long, burying them out of fear of rejection, of heartbreak. But now… now you didn’t have to be afraid. If he rejected you, it wouldn’t matter. You’d be gone, and there’d be no heartbreak to endure.

What better time to confess than when you had nothing left to lose?

Your lips trembled as you summoned the last of your strength, your voice a mere whisper. “Jake…”

His eyes snapped back to yours, the desperation in them piercing through the haze clouding your mind. “What is it? Don’t try to talk—just hold on, okay? You’ll be fine. I’ll get you out of here, I swear.”

You wanted to smile at his stubborn hope, but your body was too weak. Instead, you forced out the words you’d never had the courage to say before. “I… I need to tell you something.”

Jake’s brow furrowed, his panic deepening. “No, you don’t. You can tell me later, okay? When you’re better—”

“Jake,” you interrupted, your tone firmer this time despite the weakness in your voice. He froze, his lips parting slightly as he stared at you. You swallowed hard, forcing the lump in your throat down as you looked into his eyes, memorizing every detail of his face.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words leaving your lips so softly they almost got lost in the chaos around you. But Jake heard them. You saw the way his expression shifted, the way his eyes widened in shock and disbelief. “I’ve loved you for so long. And I… I’m sorry I never told you before, but I couldn’t. I was scared.”

His mouth opened as if to say something, but no sound came out. You pushed forward, desperate to get it all out. “I didn’t think you’d feel the same. But I—I needed to tell you. Just once.” A weak, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Even if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. I just… I needed you to know.”

Jake’s face crumpled again, his tears falling faster now as he shook his head. “No,” he said, his voice breaking. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to say that and then—” He stopped himself, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “I feel the same... I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

Your heart ached at his words, both with joy and sorrow. You wanted to hold onto that moment forever, but you could feel yourself slipping away, your vision blurring at the edges. “Jake…” you whispered, his name a soft breath on your lips.

“No, don’t you dare,” he said, his voice rising in panic as he shook you gently. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. You’re staying with me, do you hear me? I love you, and you’re staying with me. Please.”

But his voice was growing fainter, the world around you dimming as the darkness closed in. All you could see was him, his tear-streaked face and trembling hands, his love for you written in every broken word he spoke.

And as the last of your strength faded, you managed one final smile, your fingers brushing weakly against his hand. “I love you too,” you whispered, and then everything went still.

You wouldn’t know that Jake’s screams echoed across the battlefield, piercing through the chaos like a dagger to the heart of everyone who heard it. His cries were filled with so much anguish that even the monsters seemed to hesitate, their bloodlust momentarily stalled by the sheer force of his grief.

He clutched your lifeless body to his chest, his arms trembling as he held you as tightly as he could, as though refusing to let you slip away completely. His tears soaked into your bloodied clothes, his face buried in your hair as he sobbed. “No, no, no,” he chanted over and over, his voice cracking with every word. “Please… not you. Anyone but you.”

Jake felt like his entire world had collapsed. His heart was shattered, broken beyond repair, leaving nothing but a hollow void in its place.

“You can’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and barely audible now. “I can’t… I can’t do this without you. You promised me. You said you’d stay.” His fingers brushed against your cheek, smearing the blood there as if trying to bring color back to your pale skin. But it was futile. He knew that. Deep down, he knew.

Yet he couldn’t let go.

His body shook as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his tears falling like rain onto your face. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking again. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve been stronger. I should’ve protected you.”

But no matter how many times he apologized, no matter how many tears he shed, it wouldn’t bring you back. And that thought… that reality… was unbearable.

Jake felt his breathing grow ragged, his chest tightening painfully as the weight of your absence threatened to crush him completely. He couldn’t imagine a world without you. A world where your laughter didn’t fill the air, where your smile didn’t light up his days. A world where he didn’t get to tell you how much he loved you every single day.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Not without you. I can’t.” His hands shook as they clung to you, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. He didn’t care about the battle raging around him. He didn’t care about the blood still staining his hands. All he cared about was you. And you were gone.

He pressed a soft, trembling kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as his tears continued to fall. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the wind. “I always have. I always will.”

But the pain didn’t go away. It only grew, consuming him like fire, burning through his resolve and leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. He didn’t know how to go on. He didn’t know if he could.

Because a world without you wasn’t a world worth living in.

Jake’s trembling hands slowly reached for the pendant around your neck—the one he’d given you months ago, after you’d bested him in a sparring match. It was simple, unassuming, but it had meant the world to him when you’d accepted it. Now, it was all he had left of you. He unclasped it with shaking fingers, clutching it tightly in his palm as if it were the only thing tethering him to what little sanity he had left.

“I’ll see you again,” he whispered, his voice so broken it was barely audible. “I promise. I’ll come to you. Just… wait for me.”

As the battle raged on, Jake didn’t care about the outcome anymore. He didn’t care about the gods or their games, or the war that had taken everything from him. All he cared about was the promise he’d just made. To you. To the only person who had ever truly mattered.

a/n: oooooooooookay! so this marks the last fic of 2024 :) wooow... what a year. Thanks for all the birthday wishes <33 Love all of youu! Now time to get drunk, ugh i need it after this year. Reblogs and commentary are welcomed <3

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