#HER DYING FOR PETER OH I WANT THESE PEOPLE GONE

[spideymichelle]

ZEB WELLS IM IN YOUR WALLS

[heartthrobin]

yellow light (1)

miguel o’ hara x villain!reader

wc: 2.0k

warnings: fem!reader, reader can manipulate electricity, can teleport via lightning, age-gap (reader is early 20's), miguel is emotionally constipated, angst

an: i've been dying to write a villain!reader for a while now and i actually have a lot planned for these two if y'all want to see more let me know <3 remember to repost to support your fav writers !!

summary: Miguel could find you across worlds, across dimensions. he'd only need to look for his yellow light.

part two

evenings at HQ are quiet.

by eight, most spiders have crawled back into the arms of their MJs or their Gwens. and by nine, only Miguel’s heartbeat rings louder than the buzz of computers.

Lyla pops in with an occasional “you should go home” and he ignores her like he does every night. she doesn’t do it so much anymore.  

a light flickers against the computer, it pings softly. alert urgent enough to assume he’d received an email. Miguel’s eyes find the notification.

Anomaly detected! Earth-8901!

it wasn’t that anomalies clocked off, like the spiders did.

Miguel sighs, tight and curt. he glances over his shoulder as if there stood a row of spider-people itching to go fight. he finds only his shadow stretching far down the empty office.

Lyla glitches into form, leaning against a mug that had been growing steadily colder since he’d made it and abandoned it an hour ago. “you’d think even anomalies need sleep—”

she taps a couple times on the screen and live feed from Earth-8901 streams across the monitors. it’s a generic scene: police car lights flash, there is the steady rumble of people talking in frantic voices. they’re, unoriginally, in front of a bank.

Miguel rolls his left shoulder back, it’s fruitless in easing the tension there. “go see if there’s anyone still around. they can come help with this before they leave.”

there’s a flash on the screen and Miguel’s hand falls off his shoulder. his eyes find the screen again, they flicker frantically over it.

“wait.” he directs Lyla, hand held out.  

between the sirens, he hears it. he could pinpoint it over dimensions and in the crowd of a rock-concert if whispered. that giggle.

yellow light flashes again, a crack of lightning, and you appear on the hood of a police car. you’re keeling over laughing – Miguel doesn’t find it villainous, like he should. instead it warms a pit deep in his stomach.

“oh look,” Lyla folds her legs over each other, glancing back at him amused. “it’s your little girlfriend.”

he doesn’t grant her an answer, he’s focused on your miniaturised figure. it’s blurry, but it’s undoubtedly you.

there’s another crack and you’re gone, bullets fly through the spot you’d just occupied and the police car is a pile of smouldering ash.

“i’ll sort this out.” Miguel says. it’s strained, gruffer than most of what he says is.

 “you don’t want back up? i’m sure there’s still some Peters hanging around?” but Lyla’s grinning that wide grin she does when she knows she’s pushing her boss’ buttons.

“no.” the portal spills orange and red and pink light into the dimly lit room. “and you stay here.”

her little hand came to her face, eyes rolling when she offers a half-assed salute. “whatever you say, boss.”

the air is sticky where he steps out onto a rooftop. Miguel feels where the humidity crowds over his face and against his palms, it’s the syrupy warmth that follows where you go.  

down in the street below is the image he’d been watching off the monitor. heavily armed policemen were drawing closer to the doors of the bank where you were no doubt inside wreaking havoc.

you had no inclination for money, he knew that, but your chase for chaos? endless.

overhead, a chopper is flying low over the scene. cameras and news-women flock the barricades blocking the street. Miguel rests a hand over the railing, mask crawling up over his head. he is quietly assessing the easiest way past meddling cops when his thoughts are dissolved by a crack. it’s so loud, so close, and the brightness of the light screws his eyes shut.

“what’cha looking at?”

when his eyes open, you’re leaning over the railing. you’re grinning down on the street as if you aren't the cause for commotion.

your dress shivers where you bounce on the balls of your feet. that goddamn yellow doll dress, the villain uniform you insist on donning. it did unspeakable things to Miguel's psyche. the way it fluttered at the tops of your thighs, that your whole clavicle was exposed and just fucking begging for him to run his lips across your shoulders.

your mask is hanging loosely in your hand.

"i thought i told you to stay in your dimension."

you shrugged. your hair was held up by bows of canary ribbons and they swayed where you tilted your head petulantly at him. "c'mon, Miggy, where's the fun in that?"

he's still made no effort to move, head cocked to watch you. your figure swims in his shadow, small beneath his frame.

you were glowing like you did most of the time. a golden light that permeated the dark night air. Lyla once commented that you were a walking lightbulb.

but it's dimmed. you were losing power, wasting it by flashing up to bother him on this rooftop. Miguel knows more about your condition than he needs to.

"they happened to fix the super collider on my earth, so i thought i'd take it for a spin." you speak again.

Miguel's eyes narrow.

you cave, whole body loosening and eyes rolling. "fine. i held a couple scientists against their will and forced them to fix it, but that's hardly what's important."

your words chase each other around his brain. your smile is fracturing, he hasn't heard your little laugh once since you'd appeared beside him.

"why?"

little ribbons swinging, you ignore his question.

"take off your mask for goodness sake." your head lolls to the side, almost against your shoulder. "haven't seen you in ages."

the red and blue mask slips back.

half because Miguel found he could never find it within himself to say no to you and half because he wanted to soak in the view of your face with his own eyes and not through his grainy visor.

he finds it was worth it because you smile again, that smile that could call him home from dimensions away.

"pretty as ever, O' Hara."

"why did you fix the super collider?"

you recoil, like he's lashed at you. your eyes find the street again and you shrug but don't answer him.

Miguel lets the silence permeate. even the ruckus in the street quietens, but he thinks that maybe all sounds do when you're around.

you shuffle your feet until your shoulder finds his side where his arms hang purposelessly. when your skin finds his, there's an electrical snap and he flinches just slightly. you don't mention it.

"don't the lights look pretty?" the commotion still holds your gaze.

trying desperately not to cave into your touch, not to pull your glowing face into his palms, Miguel sucks in a breath of composure. "to rob a bank, is that why? couldn't rob a bank on your own earth?"

"you wouldn't come if i robbed a bank back home."

the sentence hangs. your head finds his side.

"what?" it's barely a whisper, barely a sound, but you catch it.

"i mean," you push yourself off him, voice relighting with that theatrical quality that hid the tremble beneath your words. "i got the hint, you don't like me - you made that clear - but i just wanted to see ya' one last time. you know?"

Miguel hated the voice you put on. it was ungenuine and you used it on cops and other spidermen. not him.

"so i thought i'd do a quick pop in, see if you were around--"

"when did i ever make that clear that i didn't like you?"

gravel of torn brick crunched beneath your foot where you turned to face him again. Miguel found that your eyes were wet, the same eyes that blinked at him when he closed his own.

"i asked you to come." your voice wobbled and it was like a scalding poker meandering between his organs. "i asked you to come. to visit me."

of course he remembers when. it was the last time you'd been dragged from an earth that wasn't yours, when you'd gone for a joy-ride between dimensions really just for the fun of it.

Jessica was clipping some handcuffs around your wrist, the kind that Miguel invented to subdue powers. he remembers how your light flickered all the way out, leaving only the shine that could never rub off your eyes.

despite the metal clipping your wrists, you'd grinned up at Miguel.

"you gonna come visit me, Miggy?" Jessica huffed, tugging you in the direction of the portal.

Miguel didn't like how rough Jessica was being, despised the thought of dark bruises around your wrists, but didn't say anything on it.

he settled with: "it's not good to jump too often between dimensions."

your eyes twinkled. "just once?"

he almost smiled.

"i'll think about it."

you weren't satisfied. "promise?"

he'd nodded. he thought it'd make you go easier. "i promise i'll think about it."

he realised now that it had only made it easier to watch you go.

your shine flickers like a lamp in a haunted house. "i waited. you never came."

it wasn't true.

"yn." he calls out gently across the space dividing your body from his. he takes a cautious step.

it wasn't true that he "never came". Miguel visits your dimension more than his own apartment.

in the moments where Lyla ushers him home, her static voice echoing over his shoulder: "you need sleep", he'd slip out quietly.

sometimes it's morning already, he watches you trip over your feet out your apartment building. you're consistently late to your first class.

other times it's Friday night and you're dolled up, primped in a short skirt and dirty sneakers. you're with other girls, you all stumble together to and from the bar down the street.

Miguel's never had the balls to announce his presence. he quietly enjoys you in the moments you're just ... yn. physics major and perpetual night owl. enjoys watching you at three am when you tinker at your desk with copper cables and wires and entertain yourself with a loose lightbulb where you flicker it on and off and on and off with just a brush of your finger over the glass.

when you've made it home - drunk, but safe - or grown bored of your trinkets and crawled into bed with slow blinks, only then does he conjure the portal and return to his own lonely apartment.

"that's the answer to your question." you're not facing him again. "i just wanted to see you one more time."

this time he tucks his cowardice in his pocket and Miguel moves to you, out from the shadows into the warmth of your light. his chest presses to your back, head finding the side of yours.

you nuzzle his temple with your own, melt against his frame like you were built to be slotted against his chest.

"lo siento, mi amor." words scramble in his mouth. he chokes on all the sentiments he could share. mostly i love you, please ask me again to come with you.

his hand finds your hip, he squeezes the fatty tissue there. you sigh.

your palm finds his cheek, it sparks but Miguel is ready for it this time and doesn't flinch. you nudge his face so it hovers over yours.

"i thought you might say that."

the soft pad of your finger runs over the edge of his jaw. you twist so you're facing him, jailed beneath his wide shoulders and Miguel realises that your lashes are even longer up close.

he nudges his nose against yours. "it's the truth."

your eyes flutter shut, you shake your head.

warm lips press up into the apple of his cheek. his stomach curls dangerously at the wet touch.

"maybe one day you'll prove it then, Miggy." you whisper against his skin.

he leans further down, desperate and itching to catch your lips against his this time, but your palm finds his chest first.

electricity chases down his veins like blood on fire.

Miguel's body is launched with the volts of a bolt of lightning and barely feels where his shoulders crumble through brick and plaster of the building over. he wrestles with unconsciousness and loses, body twitching and spasming from the surge of your power when the darkness envelopes him.

when he comes to, the sun is peaking over the nearest building and you are long gone.

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[spider-man-199999]

Hey, how are you? could you write something with blackcat!reader? maybe they are in college and after a patrol peter manages to follow her and discovers that she lives in a frat next to his. Peter discovers her identity and is surprised that she went to school with him in midtown but doesn't remember him, just spiderman and the relationship they had before the spell.

(does that make sense? I don't know if it does, but whatever you want to do with it is completely fine✨️)

Oh boy, oh boy I love Blackcat x Spider-man as a couple. Me and Felicia are equally obsessed with Spider-man.

Thank you for the request! I really appreciate it and I hope I do well! University is kicking my ass right now.

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Fem!blackcatReader; Post nwh

word count: 3 k

warnings: It's cringe on purpose; drinking

Peter hated the state his life was in. He knew things were better the way they are now, for his safety, for everyone's. But it didn't mean he hated it any less. All his closest friends were at MIT and didn't even remember him. Not as Peter Parker at least. So, he decided it would be best not to go there after all. The idea of trying to get close to them again was giving him a headache. He desperately wanted to do it but he had to stop himself because it was better off this way. That was what he believed, at least.

If people could remember who he was, they would have been very surprised that he ended up being a frat guy in college. He didn't expect to become one either. After all, he thought these things were lame, propaganda from dumb movies or dream-sellings from romance novels. But Peter Parker was a frat guy. There was something about brotherhood that gave him some sense of security and comfort now that a new leaf was turned. It reminded him of the time he spent with the Avengers, in a way. He liked not feeling alone. The months he spent at college made him feel normal to some extent. He actually enjoyed this period of confusion, he could finally relax for a bit and feel normal. Go to a few parties, do his homework. It was nice, but so goddamn boring.

His life seemed so fucked-up, so different. He hadn't been on patrol for months, the thought of Spider-man was just too overwhelming. Plus, he needed to recover from everything he went through both emotionally and physically. He wanted to put the mask on again but whenever he did, he got vivid flashbacks - almost losing MJ, May dying. It would all come back to him, cold sweat running down his back, tears in his eyes. He just couldn't handle being Spider-man. But when he saw Black Cat running around in the streets close to his campus one night, everything changed. 

All of the memories from patrols with the girl in a black suit hit him like a train. She never knew who was behind the mask. And somehow Peter felt like she saw who he really was anyway. The urge to put the costume on was strong now, plus he had added some new upgrades he needed to try out anyway. So, on the most ordinary wednesday night, Peter put on the spider suit again, and jumped out of the window of his bedroom to go on patrol.

He was swinging around the city and it felt like a walk in the park. It seemed like he had forgotten how freeing it could be. Despite all of the negative feelings linked to the red and black suit, he found comfort in it now. The memories were still there, in his mind, and the people he loved were there too. He owed that much to them, to keep their legacy alive, even if they're gone now. With time, he was sure he could heal. Time was all he needed.

Suddenly, his spider-sense tingled, making his head shoot to his left. He was swinging by some old brick buildings around his campus when Black Cat practically tackled him into a wall, wrapping both her arms and legs around his torso. He turned his back to take the hit for both of them, wrapping one arm around her waist for support. Sidey used the other hand to continue swinging both of them around the city.

"SPIDER!" she said, hugging him tightly. "Mi amor, I hate you, where have you been?"

"Looking for trouble, as usual." he said with a laugh. Peter actually enjoyed her warm embrace for once.

He never had anything against the girl, her excessive flirting and implications that she was in love with him could get a bit out of hand sometimes, but he found it charming. Plus, before he was dating someone else and he couldn't really pay her the attention she craved from him. He actually missed that more than he had previously realised.

"You still have a girlfriend?" She asked, her head rested on his collarbone for a while.

Peter landed both of them on a rooftop, letting her step on her own as her limbs untangled from his torso. She placed her hands on her hips, foot tapping on the ground while she waited for his answer.

"Actually, no. I don't."

Her eyes sparkled with his words, throwing herself at him again. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Oh, Spider! I'm so happy! And sorry, obviously, why did you two end it?"

Peter usually would reject the affection she offered, but now he needed it more than anything. She was the closest thing to a friend he had left. They finally let go and he still wasn't talking. She tought the break-up was probably still fresh.

"Okay, Spider. Patrols haven't been the same without you, I missed you." she told him, her hand resting against his cheek.

Oh how she wanted to kiss him, like usual. He used to jump and run whenever she touched him, in fear that it would somehow affect his relationship with MJ. But now he didn't. He let her touch his face, smiling softly behind the mask. Even if everything was fucked up, even if everything was different for him now, she just wasn't. She was the only thing that remained like a token from his past life. The Black Cat was the only thing he had left.

---

By the end of their patrol both of them felt really beat up. Fighting crime was not an easy job, especially when your opponents were skilled. No major super-villains were threatening New York right now, but there still were bad guys to fight.

Spider-man and Black Cat were sitting on the edge of a rooftop, swinging their legs as they took a moment to breathe. Cat had a few scratches here and there and Spider-man was probably bruised under the mask as well.

"Spider, this was so much better with you here!" She exclaimed.

The wind blew her hair gently to the side while she looked down on New York. Peter turned his head to look at her, her face showered in the sparkling city lights. He thought about how pretty she actually was, but he never had the chance to notice that before. Maybe it really was the comfort that she gave him that was making his heart beat faster while he stared at the scene. She looked like a Van Gogh painting - vibrant, breathtaking, gently touched by the warm light.

"Yeah." He replied, making her look at him in return.

"You were totally falling in love with me right now, weren't you?" she said with a giggle.

"What? No, no, no, no." he shook his hands in defence, denying her accusation.

She stood up, looking somewhere ahead of her.

"I would love to stay and let you fall deeper in love with me, but I have to run, early morning tomorrow." And with that she left.

Peter lay down on the rooftop for a little while, overthinking her words. Was he actually falling in love with her? Maybe... He didn't want to jump to conclusions, he didn't want to make her a rebound after MJ either. It was starting to mess with him, just as he found some serenity. It was like he couldn't have a single moment of peace in this costume. After a good 15 minutes, Peter decided it was time to swing back to the house, just like Black Cat, he had classes early in the morning.

He had almost reached his place when a familiar figure caught his attention. He stopped, sticking to a wall just to make sure. It was Black Cat, and she was on campus. His campus. Well this was getting a bit too interesting to pass up. He crawled and jumped around the buildings to follow her, stopping when she did. He climbed up a wall to a house next to where the cat stopped, peeking just enough to see clearly what was going on. The Black Cat took her mask off, placing it in a gym bag that was hidden next to the back door. His mouth flew open when he realized he finally knew who she was. Not only was she someone on campus, living a sorority right next to his frat house, but he also knew her personally. Peter hid behind the wall completely, trying to process the information. It was you, the girl that he went to high school with, the girl that took AP history with him. It took him a few seconds, but when he looked again, you were already gone. A room in the house light up soon after, and he started feeling guilty for what he did. He would have hated it if someone did this to him.

"Good going, Spyder-man!" he cussed at himself, finally going home for the night.

He tried not to make things awkward with you for the next few weeks, but oh gosh was he terrible at that. The two of you were never close, the fact that you came from the same school never really meant anything to the either of you. But now that Peter knew your secret identity, it meant everything to him. It felt like he had found a long lost friend in you. He tried to get closer, talk to you more whenever he saw you, even invite you to the latest frat party. If he knew one thing about Black Cat, she loved having fun. And what better occasion to have fun than an actual frat party, at a frat house.

Of course, you agreed. What was one night away from the crime scenes? You deserved that, plus, Spider-man got you covered, right? Nothing could really go wrong, you literally needed seconds to get into the suit and go if you had to. You did find Peter Parker's new attitude towards you a bit peculiar, but it was cute nonetheless. You were only really interested in Spider-man, but you loved attention no matter who was giving it. Outside of the costume, you still had this care-free, very self-assured personality but a little toned down. It wasn't always easy to be the one to fight the battles for yourself all of the time. And you had to do it, every single day. Maybe there was a reason why you liked Spider-man so much, you two felt like a team, like it wasn't just you alone against the world for a change.

----

The time of the party came quicker than you thought. Your "sisters" were already pulling you by the hand out of your room. In true Black Cat spirit, you just had to wear a tight black dress with a slit on the side. And a choker around your neck. It was only normal to make heads turn when you walked in the frat house. Your sorority wasn't one that liked partying all of the time, but when you did party, things just got crazy.

"Y/N!" you heard, turning your head to see an unfamiliar boy.

He shoved a cup in your hand.

"Peter is in the backyard, wanted me to take you to him when you got here."

"Yeah, cute, but that's not gonna happen." You winked at the boy and walked off to mingle somewhere else.

You actually really wanted to dance with your girls tonight. And you did just that, a full cup in your hand the whole time. At some point you couldn't really remember how much you drank, there were some shots involved. You were having so much fun, even dancing on top of a table. A hand grabbed your arm suddenly making you look, it was the guy from earlier tonight, you got off the table with a jump so you could talk. You were obviously annoyed by his interruption, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Look, I'm so sorry to bother you, but it's been 2 hours and Peter was asking me about you-"

"I don't care." you interrupted him, turning around with the intention of leaving him there. He placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

"Please, I've been lying to him for two hours, I'll be in so much trouble."

You looked at him over your shoulder, gently removing it with your hand.

"If Parker wants to see me so bad, he should come get me." You winked at him and left.

Dancing on top of tables didn't seem so fun now, and your head was feeling pretty light from all of the alcohol. You overheard some girls from your house mention a pool and you immediately walked over to them, placing your arms on the shoulders of each one of them, standing between them.

"Did I hear pool?" the three of you giggled after the question.

----

Your dress was wet, along with your hair and pretty much everything else on your body. Yes, the three of you really did jump in the pool, which caused a chain reaction of other people jumping in as well. Soon the party had drunk, wet people, running around everywhere. Cats rarely liked water and you were no exception. You didn't mind it as much as long as you weren't in the costume. So, after swimming for a little bit you got out, squeezing out some water from the hem of your dress when you felt something cover your shoulders. You turned around, your eyes meeting Peter's, who had placed a towel on you and smiled. You squinted your eyes at him, letting go of the dress and standing up straight to look at him.

"It's cold." he said

"Yeah, thanks?"

It was so sweet of him to be so considerate, it made you feel very weird things, but maybe it was the alcohol. Peter put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously.

"So..." he started "How's it going?"

"Are you usually this awkward or...?"

''Yeah, kinda"

"So it's not my stunning beauty, just you?"

"No, well I mean, your beauty does make it a lot worse for me, but no."

You laughed, drying your hair off with the towel.

"If I didn't know any better, I would assume you were crushing on me." you said, giving him back his towel.

"No, what? What gave you that impression?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm in love with someone else."

"Wait, who?" he asked, trying to act confused.

You turned your back to him, trying to hide the blush you had on.

"Well, I don't really... know yet." you said, already taking off so you could hide from him.

-----

It was kind of embarrassing to admit that you were in love with someone you didn't really know. It's not like you didn't know Spider-man, you just didn't know who the person behind the mask was. But truthfully, you never felt a need to do that. You were content with the teammate you had, the person who was there to watch your back. You were in love with the person who would put himself in harm's way to save others, the person who always seemed to know what to say. He was so brave and dedicated to his mission, his heart was pure. Sure, you used to be curious about his identity in the beginning but with time it just stopped mattering. There was something bigger, something greater about your love for him because of this.

And you couldn't help but feel conflicted when you started feeling the same things towards Peter Parker. He definitely wasn't the first guy to express an interest in you, or be consistent with said interest but there was something about him that just made you feel warm inside. Maybe it was his nerdiness and how smart he was, or it was the way he would smile whenever he saw you. How he would try so hard to find something to talk about with you and how he would research any topic you would mention. He was so overly-sweet and protective that it brought out a soft side of you, one you didn't really know you had before that.

So, meeting Spider-man and Peter was becoming increasingly difficult for you. It got to the point where you would avoid Spider-man on patrol so you could spare yourself some emotional damage. It didn't take him long to figure you out though.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on finally?" Spider-man asked you one night after probably the worst patrol the two of you ever had. You were so distracted the whole time that the two of you took quite the beating. His costume was torn and so was yours, wounds and bruises everywhere.

"I really don't know." you said, pressing your back against a brick wall in the alleyway the two of you hid. You slid down the wall, sitting on the ground and hugging your knees.

Spider-man sat down next to you, pressing his head to the wall and looking up at the metal fire-escape that the two of you were sitting under.

"Something from your personal life?"

"Well, I'm not so sure."

"How can you not be sure?"

"You know I have this undying love for you, right."

He laughed, turning his head to look at you.

"I know."

"Well, I might have it for someone else too."

"Someone else?"

"Yeah, he's... well he's not as great as you are, not even close, but he has this nerdy charm about him."

You turned to him, cupping his cheek with your hands while you looked at the mask. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss where his lips were supposed to be.

"You're still my greatest, biggest love, Spider."

He looked at you for a while, his hand hesitantly pulling his mask up enough to uncover his lips before he pulled you in for a real kiss. It was a sweet, warm kiss, your lips moving together while your hands were holding onto each other. It was a kiss that the two of you had anticipated to share for so long, dreaming and imagining how it would go. And it went even better.

[amethystunarmed]

It Can't Be Undone

Word Count: 1,502 Ao3 Link

The gym erupts with demonic technicolor and laughter that makes his skin crawl. They are chanting and singing but Peter can't even pay attention to them. He only has eyes for the figure that has appeared directly behind them. "Richie?" And then... The thing wearing Richie smiles. ~~~ The Lords in Black figure Peter, Stephanie, and Grace would prefer to speak with familiar faces, and everyone has a bad time about it.

"Hello fwendy-wends."

And the gym erupts with demonic technicolor and laughter that makes his skin crawl. They are chanting and singing but Peter can't even pay attention to them. He only has eyes for the figure that has appeared directly behind them.

"Richie?"

Peter asks it like it's a question, but it's not. He's known Richie since kindergarten, has gone trick or treating with him in full face paint, seen him with a black eye and a fat lip, cackled with him after Ruth gave them full makeovers. The point is, even with green hair and a radioactive letterman and his fingers being fucked up tentacles, Peter would know Richie anywhere. 

And then... The thing wearing Richie smiles. Because it must be wearing him. Because Richie would never make an expression like that, a smile with so much malice and too many teeth.

"We wanted to make you comfortable, meeting you with a familiar face." Richie's face widens, impossibly. His cheeks split along the seams. "And Richie wasn't using his."

"W-what... What the fuck?" Stephanie nearly shrieks. Peter feels like his heart is in his throat. Oh god, oh god this can't be happening.

"Don't want to talk to me?" The thing wearing Richie pouts. It was something Richie used to do all the time, when Peter and Ruth refused to watch a thousand hours of whatever anime he wanted to show them. But it looked nothing like Richie. It was... crueler. It was the kind of expression you made at a dog before putting it down. “We were the bestest pally-wals. Right, Petey? Though, maybe you would recognize me better like this?” Water drips down from his hairline and blood gushes from his nose and his face tinges blue and bloats and holy shit, is this what he looked like after-

Peter turns to the side and throws up.

"Guess not!" The Lord giggles. His face snaps back to normal. The abrupt change gives Peter motion sickness.

Behind him, one of the figures cackles. It sounds like a bleating goat.

“Humans... So disgusting,” another Lord remarks from the opposite direction. Their voice is low and slow and vaguely familiar? He can't place it.

"Listen"—and Stephanie is starting to sound annoyed and Peter should really do something about that before she snaps at one of them—"We're just trying to-" She stops abruptly, and speaks with abrupt horror. "Dad?"

Peter's head snaps up at that.

"Holy shit."

Because standing there in a blue beret with ooze dripping down his face is Mayor Lauter.

He chuckles at their shock, a sound that is musical like wind chimes falling down a staircase. “Your father was such a stunning performer, Stephanie, I couldn’t resist snatching him up for myself. Telling all of the people of Hatchetfield he cared if they were safe? Telling you he didn’t know what happened to your mother? The man was an artist.”

“What does my mom have to do with anything?” Stephanie demands, but the Lord just chuckles again. 

“Yum yum!” A guttural voice cries, and Peter’s eyes jump from Mayor Lauter to the pink monstrosity beside him. Peter had only seen her twice, and once was while her head was flying through the air, but Peter is ninety percent certain that she’s Mayor Lauter’s driver. He doesn’t recognize the man in yellow, but Grace is staring at him with utter terror.

“Daddy?” 

Oh fuck.

“Grace?” Peter breathes. Surely he heard her wrong. Grace didn’t mention her fucking dad dying, surely she would have mentioned it. 

The Lord with Richie’s face tuts. “Your father went back to the Waylon House this morning, after you went to school. He was looking for proof of your innocence." He smiles wider, flesh cracking to show his gums and molars. "Tell me Grace, would you consider your father to be a nerdy prude?” Peter is getting dangerously close to throwing up again.

“No, no, no,” Grace sobs, shaking her head. 

The yellow Lord laughs. "Your Father loved tinkering away at that old house! A man after my own heart! I usually collect Spankoffskis but I think I can make an exception just this once!"

"What- what do you-" Peter stammers, whirling around, suddenly afraid he will see Ted or his parents among the creatures they’ve summoned, but apparently they have used up whatever goodwill they had. 

"ENOUGH!" The green Lord yells. "I'm sure you didn't bring us all this way just to chat. You want to make a deal, right?”

“Of course they do, Wiggly,” the Lord in purple says, “I’ve seen it." She titters, like she made a clever joke, and winks. "That’s one of the reasons I took this body, she was always so observant. Loved to watch what she couldn't have.” 

Her, Peter didn’t recognize at first. The hoodie she is wearing made her practically shapeless. Her curls are longer and without their usual frizz. Her headgear is nowhere to be seen. But really, it’s obvious, isn’t it? 

The Lord disguised as Ruth smirks as she lowers her glasses to peer down at them. Her gaze is heavy when it lands on him. He feels it like a steel blanket as it drapes across him. “They want us to get revenge on Jägerman for them.”

“W-we, we don’t want revenge,” Peter says. And ten minutes ago, he would have meant it. But now, with the ghosts of Ruth and Richie peering down at him, Peter isn't sure he's telling the truth.

"Come now Petey, there's no judgment here. You'll do it, won't you?" And then Wiggly changes. His features stay the same, still the green hair and eyes and eyebrows, but suddenly, it's arranged in an expression Peter recognizes. 

"For me, Peter? Please... It..." Tears well in Richie's eyes. "It hurt, Pete. He took his time, made me beg. I screamed for you, for all of you, and none of you came!" Richie sobs, and Peter, like the fucking idiot he is, reaches out on instinct, like he always did when Richie had a meltdown. 

"Richie, it's okay, deep breaths..." Richie usually keeps his inhaler in his backpack, maybe Stephanie could grab it while he- 

And the smile with the endless teeth returns and Wiggly snaps his teeth at Peter’s fingers. Peter manages to jerk his fingers out of the way but he still brushes against Wiggly’s cheek. It's cold, like kicking down in a lake, feeling the chill of water much deeper than you expected.

Like a corpse. 

"Ah, ah, ah! No touching!" Wiggly scolds, "Wouldn't want Tinky to get jealous."

Right. Richie is dead and Peter is a naive dumbass. His lungs constrict. A lump wells in his throat. Blood rushes in his ears and suddenly the gym is spinning.

His friends are dead. Holy fuck, his friends are dead.

"Aw, do you miss us Peter?" Ruth's voice asks him and Peter stares determinedly at his lap so he doesn't have to look at her. “Will you cry for us?”

"Leave him alone!" Steph yells, and Peter would be flattered she yelled at a god for him if he wasn't so fucking scared. He thinks the Yellow one is saying something or maybe it's the thing wearing Mayor Lauter and maybe Grace replies but doesn't hear any of it. Sound echoes like he is deep underwater. He can't stop looking at Ruth and Richie. It's an optical illusion, so powerful it makes a migraine bloom behind his eyes. Ruth is a total klutz. Richie fidgets uncontrollably. They are not these suave, confident creatures. But he can't stop looking, because if he stops looking he'll forget. Does it even matter? Is he too late? These are his friends. These aren't his friends. He is committing a lie to memory. Can he bear to look away? He just wants to recall every single detail, even if it's wrong-

Stephanie shouts, so desperate it snaps Peter back into his body.

"We just need Max gone. And then we'll give you whatever you want!"

"Whatever we want!" Wiggly cries with overexaggerated excitement. "How generous, Steph-pha-nie!” She flinches as he says it with the same weird emphasis as Richie. “Let me check my Christmas list!"

"Be a good girl Grace, get us what we want!" The yellow Lord yells, in a stern but nasal tone.

“Don’t disappoint your father again, Stephanie, not so close to the election,” the pink one tuts.

This is a fucking nightmare. Grace is still gazing in blank shock at the face of her dead father, and Stephanie has her hands clamped over her ears, and Peter thinks that maybe he should comfort them, but he can’t stop looking at Richie’s face pretending to consider come up with some fresh hell to torture them with next.

“Ahhh!” Wiggly gasps. It’s an inhuman noise, like all the air leaving a tire at once. “There is something.”

“What! What do you want from us?” Stephanie practically screams. Peter thinks she might be crying.

“We just want what you cherish most.”

And maybe Peter is imagining things, but he swears Wiggly is looking right at him when he says it.

Chapter 2

[moth-eats-paper]

UPDATEEEEE

I've made it to season four so here's an updated log of the Magnus archives thingy mubob (this contains spoilers :3.)

Oh the pig no no like you sir

Oh god I guess this pig is a weird thing

THE CIRCUS?

Oh god not more circuses

Oh dear I think the pig has decided to eat clowns now

Oh self cannibalism

Whelp the pig ate someone

Loud sound

The eyes doing it's thing

JOHN DOING THE THING WITH THE EYE

Tim keeps scaring people

Tims not ok

OMG TIM STATEMENT

Tims brother went missing

I don't think it's Tim's brother

Whelp he's gone

Oh clowns know

OH DEAR CLOWNS

I don't think that's your brother Tim

Oh blood

Oh dead clown

Oh no more skin .

Oh famous clown

Tim and Elias drama

Oh we're in China

Oh creepy opening

I wonder. Is this in Chinese? I know that the eye can allow you to read other languages in order to obtain more knowledge. Even if you never spoke that language or were able to read it you just suddenly are able to.

Oh screams

Nevermind I'm pretty sure it's in English cause it seems the person writing it is a British soldier

Does he have the black plague?

OH DEAD BODYS IN THE WATER

Oh-

This is a sad man

“True and total war”

GOD DAMMIT NO CIRCUS

HE CAN READ MANDARIN AND AND CHINESE NOW (cause of the eye)

IT WAS FROM 2004 NOT 2014

Oh the proper one's are in America

Space station time

I wonder if this is the same space station as the one Gertrude read

I think she kept talking about it in one of the statements well more specifically the guy who it is from

We love Melanie (even though she keeps trying to kill Elias but she has a good reason)

FAIRCHILD IS BACK

IT IS THE SAME SPACESHIP BUT JUST A DIFFERENT GUY

Because the one Gertrude read was the isolation guy. This is about the other two people who were on the ship

Oh god the space weird space hands are back I think

Oh blood

Oh he's bleeding

Oh god he's just going to let himself die

Old screaming things

Don't envy the isolation guy he had a really shit time

Whelp now he's in limbo space

OH SOMETHING'S BLOCKING THE STARS

Oh deep thoughts

Melanie is thinking deep

She's skeptical of stuff

Oh dear

IS HE STUCK IN SPACE

Viscera I think is how to pronounce her name?

MARTIN HAS A CRUSH ON JOHN?

Viscera and Melanie are gossiping and I'm here for it

Oh performance review

OH GOD ELIAS

JESUS CHRIST ELIAS STOP LEAVE POOR MELIAINE ALONE

WHAT DID HE DIE OF

WHY DID YOU GIVE HER THE KNOWLEDGE OF HIM DYING

THAT'S TERRIFYING

He can just make her watch her dad's death!

I want texas toast I'm going to go make some

JOHNS IN AMERICA

Whelp he's being followed by a police officer

And Jared's “death”

GERTRUD WAS ARRESTED FOR BREAKING INTO A MORGUE

He just has to read statements to make him feel better

A screaming oven lovely

OH THERE'S A FIRE

OH A TRAINS ON FIRE

What do you mean you'd burn them?

John is better!

OH SHIT IT'S THE POLICE

WHAT IS THAT ACCENT

OH MY GOD ITS THE VAMPIRE HUNTER

YIPPEE MARTIN

I fucking hate Shakespeare

Lovely more masks

Poor Tim

And Melanie

AWW

OH SHIT

SOMETHINGS HAPPENING

PETER LUCAS IS BACK

Lucas seams so silly

Viscera gets really excited about her reading and I love that about her

Mmm more statements

I'm pretty sure John just asked for a statement because he was starting to feel sick lol

MORE VAMPIRES (I think) YIPPEE

His accent is kinda hard to understand

BODYS IN BOX

Spoopy people

Love how she calls the vampire hunter old man

Oh bodys on table

Silent screamers

OH WATER

Staby stab

Oh she killed him

OH SPOOKY THING

HAHAH DOLL THING (why is his voice kinda-)

More Marten :3

This girl sounds like an asshole

THIS PERSONS TRANS TDZSDHUGDZ

That is a long ass name

“Spiders are eating” PFF

Oh don't walk into people's jaws

Mmm Japanese spider movies

YOU HAD TO TRY AND CONVINCE YOURSELF HE ONLY HAD TWO ARMS

Oh spoopy

Oh they found A Way to distract Elias

A leitner?

JARED

Jared is cool

Jared's mom was an ass

Hmmm more things to kill and torture everyone

I keep forgetting meat is in this

Jared is so sad

MURDER

YIPPEE VISCERA

We're back in America and they found a bomb and the taxidermy or what's left of it

John and Tim drama

YIPPEE TIM A JOHN ARE OK

Oh tunnels

Bomb time

The meats back

LITENER

No more arm

And now he's in the water

PFFF

HELEN

Aww

YIPPEE SPOOPY

Meeting timeee

Gurtrud tape time

Wolfgang?

Puppets?

I think this is from a older time in europe because of the writing and how it is worded

DON'T GO

Mmm more robotic things

OH GOD A STAGE

Mmm birbs

BLOOD

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CURL YOUR LEGS INTO A FIST

Funsies

Oh he's being protective of martennnnn

PLANS

SECRET PLANSSS

JOHN STATEMENT HDHJDGKDVJHK

Awww john

ITS LIGHTENERS

Melines to relatable

MELANIE STATEMENT

MARTIN NFSUSSTUDIY

TIMM

Aww goodbye Jarey

mmm masquerade

MARTIN!!

“sorry Elias I can't hear you there's a DOOR in the way” I love marten

Hehehe bomb

Oh god marten don't die

OH GOD THAT'S NOT WAX WORK

MARTIN NO

ELIAS FUCK YOU

Uh oh

SILLY MUSIC

WHAT'S HAPPENING

Mmm nothing is everything and everything is something

God what is happening

EYE THINGGGG

TIMMM

TIM SET OFF THE BOOM

Oh

What the fuck is this

He's not responseuve

Oh eye always watching

ELIAS STATEMENT?

(I'm listening to this for a second time)

Hehehe sad man

Oh

Oh dear

THE ELBOWS DON'T WORK

The sky?

Oh

OH

Ma ma that's not edible

I don't want the box to sing

NOT THE COFFIN

Oh tunnel

Hmmm blood

TRAIN TIME

Hmmm watching

WHERE'D SHE GO

Oh dig

DOOR

Ants?

Oh

He screams

Who are we watching?

MARTIN

What

ARE TIM AND DAISY DEAD?

Bye Eliasss

PFFFF

OH

Lucassss

YIPPEE PETER

NO TIM AND DAISY ARE DEAD

Season 4 babyyy

Oh

Poor marten

This is so sad

Oh

WHAT

WHAT DO YOU MORE GOODBYE

First actual episode of season 4 :3

Oh?

WHO IS THIS

WHAT

WHERE

YOU SAW JOHN IN A DREAM?

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

Oh statement

He sees how people die funnn

“What am I?” I ask that often

Oh

OH

Ship into the middle of nowhereeeee

MEMENTO THING

Snakes?

Oh

Nevermind it's death

Why ya calm

Oh

Did you accidentally kill a bunch of people

Nope

YOU GOT A GUN?

YOU KILLED THE CAPTAIN!????

oh

OH GOD YOU KILLED EVERYONE

This is this Oliver guy

SPIDERS

Oh

That's funnn

Oh boy

Melanie (I think it's her)might have scared him off

Oh

OH

JOHNS AWAKE?

Zombieeee

I keep sending the homophobic vase because I can

oh no it was gorge

AND VISCERA

Magic tape?

JOHN!

HIII JOHN

oh

6 MONTHS

He's very confused and I can see why

Hehehe eye thing

Statement timeeee

YOU CUT SOMEBODY'S HANDS?

I think this dudes on something

Maybe

Idk any more everything is odd

YOUR BEING FOLLOWED MX STATEMENT PERSON

Oh

This person's a little silly

Awww I love John

Even though he keeps making have deep thoughts

THEY CAN'T FIND DAISY'S BODY?

Oh oh god marten are you okay buddy

Oh

Aww

He miss his boyfriend (I'm desperately waiting for them to get together)

W E B yippee

Oh god meline she's very traumatized

Oh

Oh that hurt

OH MY GOD THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED BY THINGS

(Not at the moment)

I think everyone's losing it

HE JUST CALLED HIMSELF THE ARCHIVIST NOT “Johnathan Sims head archivist” JUST THE FUCKING ARCHIVEST

EVERYONE IS EITHER DEAD, PART OF SOMETHING, FUCKING LOOSING IT OR ALL THREE.

[irondad-defensesquad]

Take all your chances while you can

Fandom: MCU

Rating: G

Relationships: Tony & Peter

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker; MINOR - Morgan Stark, Happy Hogan

Summary: Morgan is asking him to read her a story, so Tony checks her bookshelf, noticing there aren’t only regular books, but hand-made ones as well. Curious, Tony takes one of them…

“Irondad and Spiderson”.

Tony feels something in his head. Like a spark. A lightbulb that flickers.

--

Since coming back, Tony has always felt something is missing.

Word count: 1.500

AO3

A/N: Yeah, it's an idea I posted here earlier. It turned out to be way shorter than I imagined.

Disclaimer - I did not see No Way Home and I refuse to. DO NOT INSIST.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - past character death, canonical character death, and grief/mourning

DO NOT SHIP TONY AND PETER. P/ROSHIP DNI.

--

He’s getting by.

After spending such a long time in the hospital, battling against death yet again, Tony Stark is back home with his family. He was in a coma for most of the past months, unfortunately missing his daughter’s birthday. She didn’t mind and instead they made a super special birthday party when he came home. It was very fun.

If not for one thing missing.

No, someone.

Tony can’t tell how he knows that someone is gone. When he invited people, he knew there was one that he wanted them to attend the most. He knew there was someone he’s been quite literally dying to see again.

And yet he has no idea.

Regardless, Tony lives by.

Until one night…

Morgan is asking him to read her a story, so Tony checks her bookshelf, noticing there aren’t only regular books, but hand-made ones as well. Curious, Tony takes one of them…

“Irondad and Spiderson”.

Tony feels something in his head. Like a spark. A lightbulb that flickers.

It’s him, as Iron Man, flying while the… “Spiderson” is shooting webs next to him.

“Daddy?” Morgan calls him.

He stares at the cover intensely.

Only for him to realize that this is probably a character Morgan created.

“Oh, I just found this comic of yours,” Tony smiles, trying to ignore the spark inside him. “Irondad and Spiderson.”

Except Morgan frowns as well.

“I didn't draw that,” she says.

The spark grows bigger.

“Wh… What do you mean?” Tony questions. This doesn’t make sense. “It has your name in it, see?”

Even as he gestures at it, Morgan only shakes her head with conviction.

“Nope. Never saw that in my life.” Although saying it kind of dramatically, she’s very serious.

Tony opens the comic, the first page introducing Iron Man and…

Spider-Man.

“Your friendly neighborhood hero that always saves the day. But he gets in a lot of trouble, so Iron Man has to take care of him. The two grow closer and they become like a dad and his son.”

Tony didn’t realize he said that out loud.

“Read it! Read it!” Morgan says excitedly, maybe enjoying the premise.

Despite the millions of questions in his head, Tony clears his throat and begins.

Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man, is a regular teenager who lives with his Aunt May. He was bitten by a radioactive spider that gave him spider powers. One day, all of a sudden, Tony Stark arrives at his home to offer him to fight by his side, since he sees great potential in him. Their first fight is against… Captain America. They didn’t win, but Tony wants to keep in contact with Peter. The kid begs him to be an Avenger, so much that he messes up a lot and he loses his suit. Then, Peter proves himself to be a true hero by fighting a super villain named The Vulture with nothing but his homemade resources. And he also proves to be humble when he declines becoming an Avenger when Tony offers him. Despite this, Peter and Tony remain in contact, and might even grow closer beyond the superhero life.

The comic ends there.

“I liked it!” Morgan says.

Tony, he…

He…

“Daddy, are you crying?”

Is he?

He only realizes that when a tear falls on the comic.

“Oh,” Tony dries his eyes, except more tears keep coming. “I- I don’t know why I’m–”

Regardless, Morgan has scooted closer to him to wrap her small arms around his neck.

“It’s okay,” she whispers. “It’s gonna be okay.”

The comic falls from his hand, landing on the floor.

Tony is shaking so much.

Why?

Why is he?

Why does this emptiness hurt ?

He finds out there are more Irondad and Spiderson editions Morgan made. Quite a few.

They’re filled both with action-filled plots and slice of life moments. Like Peter and Tony watching movies together. Going to the lab to update their suits. Spending time with the bots. Times when Peter nonchalantly dismisses his wounds so he doesn’t worry Tony.

All of these comics, they…

They’re so familiar .

Somehow.

Because he knows Morgan wouldn’t come up with such… specific stories involving her dad. Sure, his daughter is extremely creative, as most children are. But there’s also the fact Morgan doesn’t recall drawing these comics in the first place. Pepper doesn’t remember seeing her making them, either.

Something is wrong about all this.

It’s like Tony is being haunted by a ghost. A ghost named Peter Parker.

A rather familiar sensation, too.

He even checks his files, just in case. But there’s… nothing. Like a great portion has been removed without notice. F.R.I.D.A.Y didn’t detect any anomaly that could’ve sniped them.

He only reaches more dead ends, no matter how hard he tries.

It doesn’t make sense. Why can’t Morgan remember? Why can’t Tony remember?

Why–

His phone is vibrating in his pocket.

Happy.

Tony hasn’t heard from him in a while, since the party.

“Oh, hey,” he picks it up. “Were you taking another vacation from me?”

Happy laughs. “I wish.”

“Hey,” Tony pretends to be offended.

“No, really… a lot has been going on.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy taking care of this kid.”

Tony frowns. “Kid? You have a kid?”

“No, not that kind of kid, Tony.”

“Then what kind of kid?”

“He’s… someone’s nephew. I knew this woman named May, who unfortunately… passed away recently. She was the one who raised this kid, and he doesn’t have any family left, so I’m looking after him instead.”

Tony’s inner lightbulb flickers again.

May.

Aunt May.

Who has a nephew…!

“Happy,” Tony says seriously, “what’s the kid’s name?”

“Oh, his name is Peter. Why?”

“His name is Peter Parker?”

“Yes, Tony. Do you know him?”

He stares at Morgan’s comic in his hand, staring most specifically at the panel of Peter and Tony’s first meeting.

“Is he there with you?” Tony asks.

“Wh- yes, he is.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in five.”

“Wait, Tony–”

He hangs up immediately, leaving the comics and questions behind for his loyal Iron Man suit. He makes sure to text Pepper to let her know where he’s going.

Indeed, he arrives in five minutes at Happy’s apartment. Tony barely gives him any mind, instead looking for the kid.

“Where is he?” He demands.

“Tony, you’ve got to tell me what’s going on,” Happy stops him. “Do you know Peter?”

“I think… I do.”

Seeing the pain in his tone and his eyes, Happy’s expression softens.

“Just… go easy on him. He’s in a rough shape. After everything that’s happened to him…”

Maybe that has to do with why everything is wrong. Why everything seems empty.

Happy is guiding him to a room with a closed door, not before he knocks on it.

“Peter?” He calls. “Someone wants to see you.”

They both wait.

Eventually, they hear slow steps coming to the door.

And it opens…!

Revealing a teenager whose curls are completely messy, his brown eyes are exhausted and heavy, and he looks… sick. As in, mentally sick.

Still, Tony can tell the kid also has a lightbulb in him since he seems to brighten up with his presence.

“M-Mr. Stark,” Peter says with emotion .

Peter knows Tony.

He knows .

He even looks like he’s going to cry at any moment.

But…

Instead, he forces a smile and offers a hand to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Peter says.

Tony stares at his hand.

Then at his face.

Peter looks broken.

So…

Tony hugs him.

As tight as he can.

“Mr. Stark?!” Peter blurts out.

Hugging him…

Is familiar, too.

It’s warm and precious.

It’s warm like all the hot chocolates they drank together. Like the laughter they shared during movie nights. Like the moments of comfort after bad days and harsh battles. Like their first hug in five years.

Tony sniffs.

“I remember, Peter,” he whispers. “I remember you.”

The kid freezes.

“Y-You… remember me?” Peter’s voice is tiny and watery.

“I do.”

Peter loses it.

He’s crying like never before. Like he has held this inside him for too long.

“I’m so sorry, Peter,” Tony says, despite not knowing what happened for his kid to be in such a state. “I should’ve been there for you.”

“I-I-I’m sorry,” Peter sobs. “I’m so sorry, I’m…”

“Shhh…” Tony rubs his back. “I’ve got you, Pete.”

They refuse to let each other go.

“I m-missed you,” Peter says.

“I missed you, too…” Tony pauses dramatically “... my Spiderson.”

Peter snorts. “What?”

“What?”

“That’s so dumb,” Peter giggles.

“I know you like it.”

He only faces Peter again to see him smile.

“Yeah,” the teen sniffs, his face a wet mess.

Tony smiles back, content.

He found him.

He found his lost son.

Now, whatever happened, he’s not sure how they’re going to deal with it now. What he’s sure of, is that he’s taking care of his kid again.

Like Irondad once did.

[pepperfishh]

The Autonomous: Chapter 12

The Autonomous: Chapter 12

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault

I’m not ready to return to my dorm when the others retire to theirs. Every time I look at Peter, he’s got more of those garbage articles that Erudite is pushing about Abnegation. I can only be around it so much before I break and make the mistake of admitting I came from Abnegation.

I need to be alone tonight.

I’m at the net.

I was so determined to belong to Dauntless, I jumped into a seven-story fall without knowing what was at the bottom. Dauntless has been my entire life. When I saw them at school, I always wanted to be like them. Loud and daring and free. Free to express myself however I wanted, rather than constantly bite my tongue and try to fit in.

It’s late – definitely later than I’m allowed to be roaming the halls. I hear voices at the end of the hallway and creep closer, sticking close the walls to hide in the shadows.

“So far there haven’t been any signs of it.” It’s Eric.

“Well, you wouldn’t have seen much of it yet,” comes a female reply. Cold and familiar, but I can’t place it. “Combat training shows you nothing. The simulations, however, never fail to reveal the Divergent rebels. You’ll have to examine the footage several times to be sure.”

I think my stomach dropped to the floor. I feel cold and frozen.

“Don’t forget the reason you were appointed to this position,” the voice warns. “Your first priority is identifying any that come through your pipeline.”

“I won’t forget,” Eric promises. As their voices move further away, I inch closer to the corner, tilting my head forward to try to see them.

Then someone grabs me from behind.

I open my mouth to scream, but a hand claps over my mouth in a harsh smack. I thrash, but the arms holding me are too strong. They pull me back against a much larger, much more muscular body than mine. I bite down on the fingers over my mouth.

“Ow!” a voice cries.

“Shut up and keep her mouth covered.” That’s Peter. I didn’t return to the dorm tonight, so he came to find me. And brought help.

A strip of cloth covers my eyes and someone ties it behind my head. Two hands hold my arms, dragging me forward. Another two are on my back, shoving me. One is still over my mouth. There are at least three people. All much larger than me. I don’t stand a chance.

The dread settles in like lead in my stomach.

“Wonder what she’ll sound like begging for mercy.” Peter is laughing. I think there are tears in my eyes. The cloth feels wet now.

I hear the crash of water against rocks. As the realization settles in, I start thrashing, throwing all my weight back and forth as hard as I can. I’m not sure it does anything at all.

“Lift her up. C’mon.”

I think about giving up. Just for a moment, I long for that peace I felt the first time I went through my fear simulation. Just acceptance of what was going to happen.

My stomach is pressed against something hard and cold. I think it’s the metal railing. The one that overlooks that chasm. The acceptance is gone. I’m not dying tonight. At least not without taking one of them with me. My breaths come out in pants. One of them is pressed against my back. His hand gropes along my chest.

“You sure you’re sixteen, princess? Doesn’t feel like you’re more than twelve. Not sure what Eric and Four see in you.” Peter. The other two laugh.

“Nah, I bet she’s a virgin,” one of the others calls out.

“Oh, let me check.” Peter’s hand crawls down my front. He lifts the bottom of my shirt and his hand creeps under the waistband of my pants. Bile rises in my throat and I swallow the bitter taste. I have nowhere to go in my mind to block out what’s happening. I’m forced to be 100% present as I feel the invasion of his fingers. “Oh, I think I found it. You were right.”

His mouth clamps down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, and I let out a muffled cry as his teeth break thought skin. He grinds against me from behind, and I stop fighting for a moment and freeze in terror as I feel his erection against my ass. No. If they’re going to kill me, I’m not letting them rape me first. This is not happening.

I bite down on the hand over my mouth again and it slips from my mouth. “Dammit, you bitch.” Al’s voice. Al was the one covering my mouth. As soon as he releases me, I buck back against Peter, slamming my head into his. His arms loosen around me in his surprise and I find my opportunity.

Someone, I think Al, has returned to my side to regain control. I throw my elbow at him and I hear him grunt. I get my feet up on the railing and push back, taking Peter with me and slamming him into the wall.

Something hard strikes my face. Peter scrambles out from between me and the wall and throws me to the ground. My hands scramble to remove the blindfold. A foot drives into my side and I start coughing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think about the fact that the liquid on my hands is the blood that I just coughed up, but I don’t have time to worry about that. Another hand grabs my hair and slams my head against the floor. A scream bursts from my mouth.

I’m dizzy, but I fumble around my head to try to get the blindfold off. I find the edge and drag it up and over my head. My vision is blurry, but I see someone running towards and us someone – I think it’s Al – running away.

My hands feel around for the railing, and I haul myself to my feet. The moment is short.

He’s wearing a facemask, so even without the blindfold, I can’t see his face. But I know it’s Peter who wraps his hand around my throat and lifts me up. Spots are appearing in my vision as he holds me over the chasm. I try to kick him, but my legs can’t reach.

I hear a shout and he releases me.

I slam into the railing and frantically reach out my arms, hooking my elbows around the railing. I feel the mist against my ankles. I’m on the wrong side and I’m too weak from oxygen deprivation and too many blows to the head to pull myself over.

This is actually it. I don’t feel the peace I thought I would. I just feel terror.

The third attacker that I didn’t recognize is on the floor screaming. I hear thumps and groans. I blink several times trying to focus.

“Four,” I croak out.

My eyes fall shut and I feel my body give out and start to fall from the railing. Hands wrap around my arms and lift me effortlessly over the railing. He pulls me against his chest, easing an arm under my knees. My face turns into his shoulder, and I remember nothing else.

…

When I open my eyes, I’m unfamiliar with my surroundings. I hear water and I try to lift my head, but that takes more effort than I can put forth at the moment.

Everything hurts. I shouldn’t move. I can’t be in good shape. I tell myself to be thankful for the pain. There’s no way I’m dead and it still hurts this much. I blink several times and move my head a miniscule amount to look in the direction I hear water.

Four stands in the bathroom with his hands in the sink. He has a cut at the corner of his mouth, and his knuckles are busted, but he seems otherwise fine. He turns off the water and dries his hands on a towel.

He walks to the refrigerator and pulls out an icepack. I consider closing my eyes again – they’re very heavy right now, and it hurts to have them open – but then our eyes meet and I can’t close them.

“Your hands.” I’m not even sure if he can hear me. I can barely hear me.

“My hands are none of your concern.” I guess he did hear me. He rests one knee on the bed and leans over to slip the icepack under my head. I can’t stop myself from reaching out to touch the cut on the side of his lip.

I momentarily curse myself for my moment of weakness, but if questioned later, after the night I’ve had, I think I can legitimately chalk it up to brain damage this time.

“Tris,” he says against my fingers. “I’m fine.”

“What happened?” I ask, letting my hand drop.

I can’t read the expression in his eyes when he looks at me. “I was coming back from the control room. I heard you scream.”

“What happened to them?”

“I went back and dropped Drew at the infirmary a half hour ago,” he explains. “The other two ran. Drew says they were just trying to scare you. At least, I think that’s what he was trying to say. It was hard to understand him.”

Any other time, the look on Four’s face would be terrifying in the current context. I found it rather comforting. And something else I didn’t want to think about.

“He’s in bad shape?” I ask instead.

“He’ll live,” he says bitterly. “In what condition, I can’t say.”

“Good,” I spat. I’m so angry. I’ve never felt like this before, and I don’t know what to do about it. I think I’m shaking.

Four crouches down and rests his hand carefully on the side of my face, his thumb skimming my cheekbone.

“I could report this,” he offers.

“No,” I say immediately. “I don’t want them to think I’m scared.”

He nods. “I figured you would say that.” After a beat, he asks, “Who were the other two? I only got a look at Drew.”

“Peter,” I hiss out. “And fucking Al.”

I move to sit up and Four makes some kind of tsking sound before slowly squeezing his arm between my shoulders and the bed and helping me sit. I sway as the dizziness hits me and pain bursts from every inch of my body. I stifle a cry.

He hands me the icepack. “I’m the only one here,” he reminds me. “You’re allowed to just be in pain.” I look away from him, tears streaming down my face. “You wander around too much. You should probably stick close to your transfer friends from now on.”

I take a deep breath, but it ends up more of a series of gasps. “I thought I was. But they’re pissed at me. And Al…”

“Your strength made him feel weak,” he says softly. “He’s ranked last and he knows he’s out. He’s terrified.”

I nod. That makes sense.

“The others will probably come around if you just show the tiniest bit of vulnerability. Even if it’s fake.”

“You think I have to pretend to be vulnerable?” I ask incredulously. “If you were a half a second later in grabbing me, I’d be dead. I’m feeling pretty damn vulnerable.”

“You sound much more angry than vulnerable.” Asshole.

“I know you,” he says. I’m not sure I believe that. “You’re going to want to march into the dining hail tomorrow with your head held high and pretend like nothing happened. But you should keep your head down.”

I look down. My shirt is ripped to pieces and, I’m sure Four didn’t even notice before, my pants are unbuttoned.

“I can’t,” I gasp out. I feel the bile returning.

“You have to.”

“You don’t get it.” I don’t think I have many words left. I scramble to my feet, ignoring the pain and his protests, and my eyes dart back and forth trying to remember where the bathroom was. “They touched me.”

And I take off stumbling towards the bathroom with Four hot on my heels. His hand slips into the doorway above my head and flips on the lights as I fall to my knees and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

I’m glad my hair is too short to worry about it getting in the way, because I’m on the ground for a good ten minutes heaving, and Four seems to be permanently attached to that doorframe.

Finally, the feeling goes away and I fall back to rest on my heels. I look up at Four. His entire body is tight and his knuckles are white, clenched around the doorframe. His hands are huge. Bad Tris.

I stare at him for a moment longer, not sure how to respond to the Four that’s in front of me.

“They touched you,” he repeats lowly, his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them.

I clear my throat. “I am not going in tomorrow morning with my head down. Not for Peter.” I spat his name out with such venom it almost surprises me.

“You need to go to the infirmary,” he finally says.

“No.”

“Tris,” he argues. “That is… He…” I’m glad Four can’t bring himself to say anything about it, because I don’t want to hear it anyway. “You need medical attention.”

“I…” I don’t know what to say. If I actually report it, I’ll have to actually tell someone what happened. Like, in detail. And that thought almost makes me sick again.

There’s one bright moment where I remember what Eric said before. Peter will get kicked out. He’s done.

Then I remember the conversation I overheard before they snuck up on me. Eric and whoever that woman was.

I can’t trust Eric.

“Tris, please.” He’s practically begging me now. “Please, let me take you to the infirmary. I’ll stay with you the whole time. They won’t touch you again. But if you don’t report it, they get away with it. Peter has already gotten away with too much.”

After another long pause, I finally nod in agreement. He reaches out a hand to help me up. I take it gratefully and lean into his side when I’m on my feet.

“You good?” he asks softly. He wraps an arm around my back for support and guides me out of the bathroom.

“Just a bit dizzy,” comes my weak response. He comes to a stop at the couch and grabs a zip up sweater from the arm. He helps me pull my arms in and steps back to give me space as I slowly zip it up.

“Come on.”

The walk to the infirmary seems to take forever. Probably because it does because I’m moving so slowly, I’m practically falling asleep. When we finally reach the infirmary doors, Four reaches out to push one open.

“You should have just let me kill him the first time.” I don’t know where the thought came from; it just kind of slipped out. I hadn’t even been thinking about it.

Once the words are out, I find I don’t regret them. Four meets my eyes. He agrees with me.

He tightens his hold around my back, but I wince as a spark of pain erupts from my ribcage. A muffled “fuck, sorry” falls from his lips and he lowers his arm a bit to move it away from what is probably a broken rib.

I have a death grip on his shirt as he leads me into the infirmary.

My free hand comes up to shield my eyes as we walk in; it’s painfully bright in here. There’s a man I don’t recognize hovering over someone. I realize with bitter glee it’s Drew; he’s practically unrecognizable.

The man looks up as we enter, and his eyes go wide as he takes in my appearance. He rushes towards us, but as he gets closer, I find myself involuntarily pulling closer to Four, turning my face into his side.

Four wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to his chest in a tight embrace. I feel safe. It’s strange.

I feel his other hand move away, and he says quietly to a doctor, “Is there a female on duty tonight?”

If the man responds, it’s nonverbal. I hear Four let out a sigh. “I’ll get Shauna down here. Is that okay with you, Tris?” His voice is unbelievably soft. I’ve never heard this tone from him. I nod my head weakly against him.

“Okay, come on.” He walks me to a bed as far away from Drew as I can possibly be. I feel the bed against the back of my legs, and he urges me down, slowly releasing me as I settle in. He reaches behind him and pulls the curtain partially closed to block Drew from view.

He squats down slightly to bring his eyes level with my face. “Are you okay if I leave for a few minutes to go get Shauna?” I tense. No, I am not okay. I came here because he promised he wouldn't leave.

What if Peter and Al come back? I’m sure they assume after the damage they caused, I’d have to go to the infirmary.

My panic must show on my face because he lets out a stressed sounding sigh. He turns towards the curtain and pokes his head out.

“Are you able to go get Eric Coulter?” he asks. I assume the other man is who he’s speaking to.

“I have another patient,” he protests immediately. “I’m the only one on duty. I can’t just leave.”

“He seems stable for the moment,” Four argues. “If he happens to die in your absence, it’s the least of what he deserves.” Scary Four is back, but I kind of like it. He lets the implication set in for a moment, and finally, the man agrees to go fetch Eric.

Four steps back to my side of the curtain and looks at me.

“You should probably lay down.” He’s already back to nice Four. That was a quick change. “You look like you’re about to keel over.”

I don’t even say anything. My eyes are heavy.  He’s right. I start scooting back on the bed a bit and he slides his arm under my back to help me lower my upper half to the bed. The minute my head hits the pillow, he pulls up the blanket from the foot of the bed and covers me with it.

He scoots the chair closer to the bed and takes a seat. He grips my hand lightly in his and rests his head against the other one with his elbow resting on his thigh.

I’m barely conscious by the time the infirmary door opens, but when I feel him start to pull away, I tighten my grip on his hand. The adrenaline has long worn off, and all I’m left with is fear.

And weakness.

I hate it.

“I just need to talk to Eric,” he promises. “I’m not leaving.”

“What’s going on?” Eric’s voice is slowly getting louder as he gets closer.

Still grasping my hand, Four stands. He places his other hand on my arm and gives it a quick squeeze.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to step over here and talk to Eric real quick and then we’ll find Shauna.” I reluctantly release his hand and he steps around the curtain.

“Dammit Four,” Eric curses. “It’s the middle of the damn night. Why did you call me do- What the fuck? Tris?”

He sounds close and judging by the sudden concern, I assume he can see me now. Fake concern. It’s fake. Eric wants me dead, even if he doesn’t know it yet. I start to open my eyes, but the light filters in just a sliver and I let out a moan and close them tightly again, throwing my arm over them to block the light out more.

“I need to get Shauna down here,” Four interrupts him.

“Why?” Eric asks impatiently. “Shauna’s a nurse. We have an actual doctor right there. Why does it need to be Shauna?”

“Because,” Four spits out, his tone on the edge of dangerous again. “Tris needs a female medic.”

“Fuck.” Eric understands immediately. “Fucking assholes. Who?”

“That’s the one I got.” I assume he’s pointing at Drew. “The other two ran off. She said it was Peter and Al.”

“Son of a bitch, why’d you let them run of Four? Fuck!”

“I had to make the choice between chasing after them or grabbing her before she dropped into the chasm,” snaps Four. “I trust you feel I made right decision, given the circumstances.”

“They were trying to kill her?”

“Dammit Eric, can we have this discussion after we get her medical attention. Can you please go get Shauna?”

“Why can’t you?” Eric argues back. I want to punch him. I know he’s a little power hungry, but couldn’t he just do what he’s told for once in his life.

“Because she loses it if I try,” he snaps. “Please, Eric, please just go get Shauna.”

Four has said please more times in the last sixty seconds than he’s probably said in his entire life. I almost giggle.

I don’t hear anymore words exchanged, but the door opens and closes again, and then Four’s hand slides back into mine.

There are voices. Loud voices. Did I fall asleep? I don’t remember. I’m holding someone’s hand. I wiggle my fingers a bit and they squeeze my hand in response.

I start to open my eyes, but fuck, it’s so bright. I’m barely squinting; my vision is blurry, but I can see Four still sitting next to my bed.

I think Eric is back with Shauna. I hear the rings at the top of the curtain jangle as it’s moved to the side, and then I see Shauna. There’s a blur right behind her; I assume that’s Eric.

“She’s awake?” Eric asks.

I try to reply, but my throat is scratchy, probably from screaming – or the whole strangulation part – and it comes out as a cough. With my free hand, I start to push down against the bed and try to force myself up, but the movement almost makes me scream.

Four is on his feet immediately. He releases my hand before I can protest and slides his arms behind my back again to help me sit.

Sitting up, I finally manage to open my eyes all the way, but the action has the room spinning. I sway a bit and reach an arm out to steady myself. Four catches it and holds me still.

“You good?” he asks, his voice deep with worry.

“Ye-” I cough. “Yeah.”

I haven’t really had the chance to see what I look like, but based on how Shauna and Eric are looking at me, it must be bad.

Shauna takes a hesitant step closer and Eric follows. I don’t look at him. He pulls the curtain closed behind him.

“Can you walk me through what happened tonight?” Eric asks. He pulls a chair over from the bed next to mine and drops into it.

I start to talk again, but I’m not sure it’s understandable. Shauna moves away for a second, and then she’s returned with a cup of water. I try to ignore the way my hands are shaking as I take the cup from her and tip it into my mouth.

The cool water burns as it goes down my throat, but it feels better now.

“I don’t remember where I was,” I start off, “but I assume it was somewhat close to the chasm because it didn’t seem like it took too long for them to get me there. They came up behind me; I didn’t hear them. Grabbed me and dragged me to the chasm. Tried to throw me over. Four showed up, beat the shit out of them, grabbed me before I fell. Then he made me come here.”

I glance at everyone and it’s glaringly obvious they know I’m leaving something out.

“Tris.” Four’s voice is low, warning. “We agreed.”

“You agreed,” I snap at him, glaring. He doesn’t seem afraid of me, but I can’t really blame him. “I didn’t really want to come here.”

“Tris.” Eric’s voice pulls my attention away from Four. “Do you remember what I said last time?” I nod. “Do I have a reason to throw Peter out now?”

“Is attempted murder not enough of a reason?” My voice is so high pitched, it’s unrecognizable.

“Okay, boys, I need you to step out,” Shauna interrupts. I look at Four panicked. “I’m not asking them to leave, Tris,” she promises me. “I just want them to step on the other side of the curtain so we can have privacy for an exam.”

I reluctantly agree and they both step away. Shauna pulls the curtain all the way so I can’t see any other part of the room.

She talks quietly through every step.

“Let’s take the hoodie off first, okay?” I lower the zipper and she reaches out to help me pull my arms out. She lets out an audible gasp, and then apologizes for it.

It was dark in Four’s apartment, so I didn’t get a good look before, but my shirt is ripped to the point that it’s not even covering anything. There are scratches and bruises all over my chest. I spare a thought of concern at my tattoo being visible, but Shauna doesn’t even pause when she sees it, so I think I’m safe.

She places her fingers on my ribs and starts softly pressing, apologizing each time I cry out in pain. She moves up to my head and moves it in circles. It makes me dizzy, but she seems satisfied with the results. When her fingers start palpating my skull, I’m practically sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Tris,” she’s whispering. “I’m almost done. You’re doing great.”

Finally, she steps away and takes a breath. “Okay. Tris. Look at me.” I meet her eyes. “Just you and me here. Do I need to draw blood?” I guess my blank expression shows my confusion. “Do I need to check for pregnancy and STDs?” she clarifies. Oh.

“Um… I’m not su… I don’t think so?” It comes out as a question. I know the pregnancy part. But it’s too difficult to form rational thought; can I get an STD from his fingers? No, right?

She’s looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue.

“No,” I say more firmly this time, but I still think I may sound unsure. “He um… They said they were trying to…” God, can I even repeat this. When I continue, my voice is so quiet, I can barely hear myself. “They were trying to see if I was a virgin.” I can’t stop the shiver of disgust the runs through me. “He um.. it was just his hand.” Shauna nods in understanding.

“Okay.” She pauses. “Did it hurt? Does it still hurt? He still could have caused an injury.”

I hadn’t really thought about it; I think the pain everywhere else was kind of masking it. But if I really tried to focus on it, it did hurt.

I nod, my face bright red. “Ye-Yeah. It kind of burns.”

I feel the bile rushing up my throat again and I start to gag. Shauna’s eyes fly to my face as I cover my mouth with my hand. She rushes to the table next to me and pulls a metal pan out of the drawer.

I grab it from her hands with just enough time to bend over it and puke again.

“Shauna!”

“We’re fine,” she calls back.

Turning back to me, she says, “Do you feel comfortable with me doing an exam? To make sure he didn’t cause other injuries?”

I almost shake my head, but the action hurts too much. She must see my answer in my eyes because she drops it. Shauna brings me a wet rag to wipe my face and then hands the cup of water back to me. When I’ve finally stopped hurling again, she takes the pan and sets it down somewhere.

“Okay,” she sits on the very edge of the bed and looks back at me. “Are you okay if I let them come back in? I’m not sure how much longer Four is going to be willing to stand on the other side of the curtain.”

I pull on the blanket that’s covering me, and Shauna stands and helps me pull it over my shoulders. I wrap myself tightly in it and nod to her. “Okay.”

She pulls the curtain open and Four rushes back in and drops into the seat next to my bed, reaching his hand out. I slip my hand out of the blanket and grab it.

Eric takes the other seat, and Shauna resumes her spot on the edge of my bed.

As she starts talking, I turn my head away from them and close my eyes. I hear her describing everything I’ve told her to them. Every once in a while, I feel Four’s grip tighten, but each time he immediately loosens it and offers a quiet apology. I try to focus on the feeling of his thumb brushing back and forth over the top of my hand.

I hear something about photographs. My eyes widen and my head snaps around quickly. Too quickly. I slam my eyes shut and groan, my free hand going to clutch my head in pain.

“What?” I groan out.

“If you want to file a formal report, I need to photograph your injuries.” Her tone is apologetic. She knows I absolutely do not want to do it.

But before I can say anything, I hear a harsh breath leave Four’s mouth and I look up at his face. But his eyes aren’t on my face.

With one hand holding his, when I clutched my head, the blanket fell open and was no longer wrapped around me. I cringe back under his gaze.

“Tris,” he forces out before I can curl back into myself. “Tris, you need to report this. I know it’s… I know you’d rather forget this happened. But I think you know it’s not going to be that easy. It will be much harder if you have to keep looking at him everyday.”

I look away from him to see Eric’s reaction, but he’s just staring at my chest. He looks horrified. His eyes are wide and locked in on – I glance down – my tattoo. There’s recognition in his eyes. I quickly pull the blanket back around me. He blinks and looks up to meet my eyes.

I think we both look equally horrified.

[dykeslimecicle]

essay about your fav spiderman NOW!!!

EASY. my favorite spiderman is MILES MORALES!!! this will contain spoilers for the comics, ps4 game, and spiderverse films. ALSO! its been a hot minute since i read the miles morales ultimate spiderman comics so if i get something wrong feel free to correct me :3 i doubt anyone will because. people dont read comics much anymore but :33

miles morales is my favorite spiderman because god no one is going through it like him. if you have only seen him in itsv/atsv you would probably think oh yeah his uncle dying and then 2099 trying to make sure his dad dies is pretty fucked up. which it is!!! itsv!miles is consistently going through it. but when you compare him to the comics its like oh okay. they cut him some slack actually

in the comics, peter parker dies and miles morales becomes spiderman, similar to itsv. but miles is 13 when this happens. at the ripe age of 13 he is going through the average spiderman trauma. the worst in my opinion would be his relationship with his uncle aaron, which is NOT as happy and loving as they make it in itsv. in the comics, aaron finds out that he is spiderman, and then uses this against him. he forces him to do his dirty work, and take care of enemies hes made as the prowler. if miles refuses, aaron says he will tell his dad that hes spiderman.

side note: jeff morales is NOTHING like he is in the spiderverse films. he hates mutants, and assumes that spiderman must be some kind of mutant, therefore hates spiderman

anyways, miles and aarons relationship gets so strained that they end up getting into this huge fight. aarons weapons that he gets from the tinkerer end up short circuiting when miles shocks him, and aaron DIES. the thing is, miles doesnt know that his gear was faulty. so he is fully under the impression that he just KILLED his uncle.

more shit happens after this but im going to now talk about his NEXT most fucked thing ever. in the comics, venom is portrayed as an almost animalistic creature. he seems to be completely in control of eddie. and venom is completely obsessed with spiderman. i dont know exactly what their relationship is but venom has this strange primal urge to Find Him. so when peter parker dies, he finds miles. i cant remember exactly why, but he ends up in the hospital that rio morales works at. police are called into the hospital and since theyre fucking cops, start OPEN FIRING into this room full of patients and medical professionals. AND SHE IS SHOT AND DIES.

so at this point, 2/3 of miles’ close family members are dead. all he has is his dad, who hates spiderman.

then miles’ universe is attacked by galactus, who if you dont know is a giant planet eating alien. basically they are in an apocalyptic hell. and miles can only think about saving his dad. its all he cares about. his dad is the only person that matters in this moment. so he comes in through the window of their apartment, dressed as spiderman, and he says that they HAVE to get out of there. he HAS to keep him safe. it doesnt matter that hes spiderman anymore, his dad shouldnt care! the planet is being fucking eaten!!!! but jefferson morales immediately turns and runs the other way. and once galactus is defeated, miles cannot find him. the apartment is bare. his father is gone. he doesnt know if hes alive or dead.

miles has 0 family to take care of him. his only support system is ganke (his ‘guy in the chair’, his universe version of ned leeds basically) his girlfriend kate bishop, and his borderline parental polycule mj watson, gwen stacy, and spiderwoman. WHICH BTW. spiderwoman sees peter parker die, and immediately is so attached to miles. like that is her baby and she will NOT let anythint happen to him

his relationship with jessica drew is so damn important to me. because theyre both avengers and initially, she does Not want him there. she doesnt want to have to work with some kid, and she does not think the world needs another spiderman, i mean they have her right? later on though its revealed that she just really cared about peter parker and him dying absolutely destroyed her. she doesnt want the same thing to happen to miles. and after the galactus event, miles quits being spiderman. and she tries everything in her power to get him to come back. that is her son. sobbing

i would also like to mention that ganke is Very into miles. and everyone can tell. kate tells him. his dad tells him. its very obvious.

ANYWAYS. this is as far as ive read in the comics but holy SHIT man. that is a fucking ton to go through as a 13 year old!!! thats fucked up!!!!!! holy shit!!!!!!!!

and then in the insomniac game hes grown up. his father is dead. and his childhood best friend is a supervillain. i would HIGHLY recommend playing the game honestly it is amazing and i LOVE their version of the tinkerer.

another thing i love about miles morales is ganke. he hasnt really been fleshed out in the spiderverse films but he is so cool. in the insomniac game he creates an app that has people tell spiderman their problems and then he can go help them out. which is AWESOME because i love side quests. in the comics, miles goes to live with him after his dad leaves. and hes just so fucking kind. hes the only person miles tells hes spiderman and theyre just so close and it makes me smile hard.

the main reason i love miles morales so much is that my nephew loves him, he dressed up as him for halloween a couple years ago. so every time i see him i think about my nephew. hes my best friend man

uhmm if you made it this far thank you for listening to me being soooo autistic

[invisibleraven]

The race to 500!! It's always been you, peterpatterlina

NUMBER 500 Y'ALL! Seems fitting to do it with my OT3 and my favourite trope. I hope you enjoy!

Ser Reginald wiped the sweat from his brow, beaming at the chanting crowd. The tourney had gone well, and the purse was as good as his. It had been a good day.

If only he had someone to share it with.

Then he felt it, the tug of his heartstrings, meaning his fated love was nearby. He entered every tourney in hopes of this moment. Travelled far and wide, searching for them. To finally gaze upon his other half and proclaim his love.

Frantically he searched the crowd, eyes finally landing on the royal box where the fair Lady Julianna and her faithful guard Ser Lucas were sitting. Sharing a smile between them as he caught their eye. Could one of them be for him?

He approached slowly, not daring to hope, but the tug felt stronger and stronger as he got closer. Close enough to see the gap in the lady’s smile, the sparkle of the knights eyes. He gave a deep bow, but never broke their gaze.

Lady Julianna flushed and giggled, Ser Lucas shooting him a smirk. And Ser Reginald accepted the token-two cloths twined together, a brilliant royal purple twined with the deepest regal blue.

Oh.

Reginald looked that them then, and felt a tug at his heart… two tugs. For the two hearts opposite his own that were meant to be his. And he theirs.

He took the red cape from his back and tore a length from it, twining it with the one in his hand.

And just like that, three hearts beat as one.

~

Juliet grinned as she pushed her way through the crowd towards the Globe Theatre. It was rare that she got time off of her position as a lady in waiting to the Lady Caroline, but today the King's Men were premiring a new Shakespeare play. She had quite liked the last one what with her sharing a name with one of the characters.

Even if it made her weep uncontroallably at the end. She was glad this one was supposed to be a comedy.

And a comedy it was, Juliet finding herself laughing uproariously at the quips of Beatrice and Benedick. Booing Claudio when he disgraced Hero. Cheering when the happy ending came and all the lovers were wed and happy. It had been a lovely story.

Yet something changed when the actors came out for their bows. The role of Benedick had been played by a brash youth she had heard of; Lukas, the son of a wealthy Earl. His story had been passed amongst the maids, how he had run away to pursue trodding the boards. Juliet found it all rather foolishly romantic.

But the man playing Beatrice she did not know. He was introduced as Reginald, ward of Lord Peters, and she had to surpress a shiver at that. She had met the aforementioned lord at a ball once and he was a most unpleasant creature. She didn't think he would have the heart to harbour anyone, let alone take on a ward.

However, when the men joined hands to bow, their eyes met hers for a moment and it was as if lightning struck. Suddenly the world was filled with colour, bursting forth.

They looked equally startled, leaping from the stage and wading through the assembled audience until they met her. Lukas pressed a kiss to her hand, and then Reginald the other.

Juliet remarked on their glorious eyes, a spring time green and a sparkling topaz. They grinned, informing her that hers were the most enchanting shade of brown.

And nothing Shakespeare could write would ever top that love story.

~

Luc grinned as he and his fellow revolutionaries marched through the square, proclaiming liberty, equality, fraternity to all who would listen. The royal family cared not for them, so why did the people need a king who was content to feast while his subjects lay dying in the street from sickness and starvation?

Luc had been a student once upon a time, from a good family. Able to study poetry, music, history to his heart's content. He never wanted for anything and happily shared what he could with those who had less.

But then a childhood friend came back from war unable to work, unable to pay for food or medicine. And Luc found out too late, held poor Robert in his arms as he took his last breath. And vowed to make it right.

Sure, his parents had all but disowned him, but Luc wanted-needed-to fight so that no one else would lose their Robert.

So here he was, shouting alongside his brothers in the fight for freedom, pleading their case to a wealthy and unfeeling crowd. But some were listening, some were joining them. Even one more voice could lead to triumph.

Then a wealthy couple came into the square, and Luc swore the whole world froze.

They were beautiful, as the rich often are. But there was something about them that drew him in. Closer and closer until he was right in front of them.

"Oh, hello," the lady said, a genteel smile on her face.

"Lovely day," the man said with a tip of his hat and a genuine smile. "Strange that everyone else seems to be too still to enjoy it."

Luc looked around, and sure enough, no one was moving. Time had literally stopped for the three of them.

"Well that shouldn't stop us from taking advantage. Means first pickings for rowboats and picnic spots," he suggested.

The lady-Julietta he later learned, and her companion Reginald loved both of those things.

And yes, Luc still pledged to fight for the revolution, but his heart wasn't in the fight right this moment as it was busy entertwining with the two souls before him.

~

These three souls kept coming back together, lifetime after lifetime, always finding one another.

A trio of bandits in Edwardian times that felt a spark at the first touch of their hands all grabbing for the same display of jewels.

A nurse and soldiers admist the Great War who had been hearing each other's voices in their dreams since birth.

A gang boss, his girl and their trusty barkeep offering a refuge from Prohibition that had come together when an unruly waterfowl chased them together on a stroll through the park.

Three hippies who had lived with the tastes of each other's favourite foods on their lips that met at Woodstock.

They always found each other, had full and lovely lives together as often as they could.

And now it was their turn again.

~

Reggie was bored. He usually loved history class, but today the teacher was going on about the legend of reincarnated soulmates, and all the documentation surrounding the theory.

Don't get Reggie wrong, he is a romantic at heart, but he knows that all this soulmate nonsense is just that-nonsense.

At least for him.

Reggie has never felt a tug of strings, tasted something without food being there, heard voices or melodies. His world has been full of colour and sensation. He has no names scrawled on him, no handprints from a first touch or words first exchanged.

Reggie is a blank, and he's learned to live with it.

He has his friends, his band, what more could he ask for?

Apparently the sense enough not to eat street dogs.

But instead of getting reborn into a new life, Reggie, Luke, and Alex become ghosts. What's up with that?

Worse yet they end up 25 years in the future. Like... the hell universe?

Only now, Reggie thinks there might be something to the whole soulmate thing, watching Luke and Julie interact. How smitten they are, despite none of them being able to touch. How his heart longs for the both of them and he can never say.

Now matter how right it feels to play with them both while Alex is off with Willie (who he's fairly certain is Alex's soulmate, but the drummer hasn't said much either way). How when Julie smiles or Luke grins, Reggie's stomach does backflips.

How when Luke does that weird half kiss thing, it takes everything in Reggie not to reel him in for a real one.

How he longs to take Julie into his arms at The Orpheum when she sends him the softest most loving look he's ever been on the receiving end of.

And then later, when they can touch, literally glowing as they hug, Reggie takes a step back. Lets Luke and Julie have their moment. Alex is already gone to find Willie, and Reggie idly wonders if this means Ray and Carlos can see him now. Maybe some family type bonding would make him feel better about being the fifth wheel.

Only instead of some big sweeping kiss, Luke and Julie hold out their hands to him. Pull him into their embrace.

"Wh-what's going on?" Reggie stammers.

"Do you remember when we learned about past lives and soulmates in school?" Luke asks.

"I think I almost fell asleep in that class, but sure," Reggie replies.

"I have memories from mine," Julie says. Which is-almost unheard of. "And in every one, I had the two of you there with me."

"Me?" Reggie squeaks.

"It's always been you Reg," Luke replies.

"It's always been us," Julie amends. "Lifetime after lifetime, the three of us together. It wasn't until tonight that it really became clear, everything was fuzzy before. But when you guys poofed off stage, they all came rushing back, clear as day."

"I knew the second we all hugged, it was like an electric shock straight to my system," Luke admits. "Before we died, I had words on me-but neither in a language I could understand."

"Spanish?" Julie asks with a giggle. Luke shrugs with a sheepish smile.

"It said te amo?"

"That's Spanish for I love you," Julie confirms. "What about the other?"

"It was a bunch of symbols or something?" Luke says.

Reggie breaks from the embrace, grabbing Luke's notebook and quickly writes אני אוהב אותך. "Did it look like this?" Luke beams and nods.

"How did you know?"

"Because that's Hebrew," Reggie says. "For I love you."

"You know Hebrew?" Julie asks.

"I'm Jewish on my mom's side," Reggie says. "Not really devout, but I remember the language well enough." Then he frowns. "But I didn't have anything when we were alive. No signs or symbols, nothing."

"Reggie you and I met when we were in diapers," Luke says. "You probably knew it was me right from the start-no sign needed."

Oh.

"But... I don't have anything now either," he says.

"That's okay," Julie says, pulling him in. "We still love you no matter what." With that she perches up on her tiptoes and kisses him. It's sweet and gentle, the most perfect first kiss Reggie could ask for. Then when they break apart, Luke pulls him in for a kiss as well. Cheeky and playful, and Reggie grins into it.

Finally he steps back, and oh, Reggie can see the string that leads them together, just for a moment as Luke and Julie kiss. Can see everything birighter and clearer, can hear everything crisper.

Including their three hearts, finally beating in synch.

Wait... their hearts?

He reaches for Julie's hand, and places it on his chest, the other on Luke's.

And he knows it's real when she starts to cry happy tears. Can feel her relief, Luke's confused joy admist his own elatment.

He's still confused as to why all the soulmate signs are showing up after he found them, but he doesn't really care.

He's got a whole lifetime, and hundreds more after this one to figure it out.

And with Luke and Julie at his side for every single one.

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 6 : Invitation

Stephen swung the car around and accelerated. He had hit sixty before making it around the corner, too anxious to be careful about the speed limits, his foot refusing to let go of the pedal.

The tyres screeched when he tried hitting a sharp left to the dirt road - He could see Tony moving about and removing the decorations. That seemed odd. As he neared the house, he could see the whole place was deserted.

"Out of all the days," Stark approached him with a grim face as he pulled over, "this had to happen on my favourite day?"

Over the years as vampires, Tony had particularly grown fond of Halloween. He called it a day when he could actually breathe, the only evening when he could walk around people in his Iron Man suits, claiming he was Iron man for Halloween. The whole thing of laying low had been unquestionably humdrum existence for him.

"Thor got one on one with that thing. The witch says he's under some spell. Might need your help."

"Oh, no," he muttered to himself, he wanted to go to Y/N. But he nodded and went in.

Wanda was lying, eyes closed, on the recliner with an ice pack held to her head. Don't you dare to laugh. She warned him in her thoughts. The two barely spoke to each other aloud; their minds did the conversation perfectly. It had all started as a practice to strengthen their communication skills when he was far away from the rest of them and she needed his help, but eventually, it had turned into a habit. You have no idea how draining it is to enchant a group of enthusiastic partiers and send them home. I can't ease Thor's suffering. Too burdened with my own.

Don't worry about him. I have got him. Stephen replied, gliding over the stairs towards his room.

Thor was having violent convulsions like a dying man. Jane and Pepper were standing beside him, with sad-stricken faces.

"He's gonna be alright," he assured them after examining Thor who began to relax and drift among old memories as the spells began to undone. It was a bit difficult but after a few trials and errors, Stephen could finally break through the spells. The use of multiple spells indicated that the threat must be a witch, a skin-walker perhaps but the random killings didn't make any sense.

"Couldn't find anyone," Peter announced, landing on the terrace outside. Morgan followed him to the room.

"Is he okay now?" she inquired.

Stephen nodded. "You found him?" he asked, looking up at her.

She shook her head. "Uncle Vis did."

Just then Vision appeared, with a gentle thud, announcing his arrival on the same spot where the kids had been a few seconds ago.

He slightly shook his head at Peter then turned his attention towards Thor.

"Minutes after you left after that call, Thor said he saw someone uninvited near the woods. We went in opposite directions to search. Nothing caught my attention within the three-mile radius. When I came back he hadn't returned, so went to search for him. Found him near Chief Henley's residence. Whatever had attacked him was gone. Brought him back home and asked Mr. Stark to cancel the party."

"Vis." Wanda hissed from behind. Apparently she and Tony had joined them sometime during Paul's monologue. "We had talked about this. Not the old names. You might slip it out in front of strangers." It had been years yet the fear of revealing their identities by mistake still lurked around. It had been one of the many reasons why they retained a part of their original names in the fake IDs Tony created every now and then.

"Sorry. An old habit," he apologised.

"We should let him rest," Stephen said and the rest of them wooshed out of the room.

Thor let out a small groan. Mystic arts or magic, to be broad, was one of the few things that could render a vampire helpless. "Thank you," Stephen whispered, getting up to leave.

It was nothing. You would have done that same for Jane if you could. I knew how it felt to see the one you imprinted on, suffer from pain. Check on her, brother.

The drive to the Henley's residence was agonisingly slow. After Steve's call, his anxiety had increased by ten folds. His mind remapped the scenes from the twilight to the night – the creature first hunted the two strangers in the car and an hour later was spotted near our house. It attacked Y/N as a hound, tortured Thor when he tried to save her then again attacked their house as a giant lizard, which also happened to be the one that frighten the neighbour. It didn't seem like a pure-blood Chupacabra, Sigbin, or Skin-walker; but a hybrid between any two of the three.

He pulled over, only to receive unfathomable expressions of not – welcomed from Jade and Rachael. Jade was dragging the crashed tree away from the driveway and Rachael was cleaning up the mess around. He felt his heart skip a beat when he couldn't see her anywhere around. Was she that hurt?

"Why are you here?" Rachael snarled, blocking his way to the house. It had been years she had been with Jade and there was one rule he always begged her to not to break - Never be around a wolf on a full moon night or a vampire during a new moon.

"You know why."

I won't let you anywhere near my sister, her thoughts screamed as she continued to glaring at him. "You imprinted on her. And I won't allow you near her on a new moon night." She had broken the rule once. She had made the mistake of being in Jade's vicinity when he had been high on heat on estrus full moon night. And the consequences were painful as he had lost his control.

Stephen had to forcibly knock off his mind. Over the years, feeling what others felt or thought, had become an unconscious habit, but there were things he didn't like to see when not necessary. "I'm not naive like Jade. I won't ever hurt Y/N." He knew the dangers better than any of them and felt fully under control.

"Are you sure you won't give up on your desires?" Jade scoffed.

He huffed at their less substantial concerns- Y/N was the next potential victim of this creature and all these two were concerned about was whether I had control over what I was.

"Dr. Rochester?"

Y/N stood there by the door, scared as Rachael shot her a glare. Is he startled again? Her thoughts wandered around the mess he had made three evenings ago in the cafe.

"Hello there, Y/N," Stephen said, walking in her direction. Relief had never been as exquisite as it felt at the moment.

"Hi," she finally managed to say after contemplating her sister's infuriated face. "Come in."

He cursed at the invitation. She needed to be careful about whom she invited in. He had to teach her many things. But how hadn't Rachael taught her the basic lessons if she didn't want him to be around her sister?

[caatws]

Your comment about Gamora's death in comparison to Natasha has been on my mind lately too. I wasn't in love with how they initially handled it with Natasha, but I think eventually she got more closure than Gamora received in vol 3.

I don't know what direction they were going for but how do you have a prominent character in a team film die and only two other characters speak about it, worry over it and have any grief displayed. That's ludicrous to me. Even if you set the film a couple years later you can still have one or two emotional team conversations about it. You could have at least one more person struggling in a different way. The guardians being depicted as a family only makes the problem more obvious. Either everyone but Peter and Nebula are the worst family members ever or the writing sucks. When Gamora shows back up you would think there would be emotional fallout even years later. Only Peter seems to be aware or have any response besides Nebula who has been interacting with Gamora and maintaining their relationship. You would think this was a common every day occurrence for most of them.

The same issue effects Gamora's characterization and arc. Endgame showed her to be exactly like the Gamora from the first guardians movie if memory serves me right. We see she can be tough and harsh at times. But she can also show empathy, vulnerability and the will to do the right thing. Vol 3 acts as if none of this is part of her character anymore at first just because of living with the ravagers. I would buy that if not for the fact that there's no way everything that's made her who she is from years before would suddenly be gone and we already know from Kraglin and Yondu that ravagers don't lack the ability to care. You're telling me Gamora went from emotional and in tears about Thanos winning in the future during Endgame and wanting to stop him, to not wanting to even remotely help with the High Evolutionary at first in vol 3. That's so inconsistent it's like they forgot her characterization. Also Nebula was getting on Gamora for some of her actions as if she has room to talk. She wanted to blow up all of Zandar in the first movie and she was ready to leave people behind in vol 2. Did they forgot how Nebula behaved in previous films because pot meet kettle.

I haven't seen any of James Gunn's other films so I don't want to judge him too harshly but either he doesn't know how to write women in complex traumatic situations or he thought what he did was enough which is sad. He showed an afterlife in the film so couldn't he show Gamora at peace or have the Gamora who came to the future explore her feelings around it and bring closure that way.

i totally feel you anon. i've been a hater of natasha's ending this whole time as well, but now seeing how gamora's ending has been depicted (or rly a lack thereof lol) it's weirdly making me feel almost at peace with nat's death. bc it's like oh wow it could've been handled so much worse lol.

with nat my biggest problems were the fridging, her arc ending before she got to do more/have her own story, and her not getting a funeral with tony...truly just minor inconveniences now in comparison to what's happening over in gamora land lmfao

and yeah, i was honestly pretty surprised how much rougher around the edges this gamora seemed. like yeah the ravagers are pretty rough and tumble themselves but it caught me off-guard how much colder it seemed to make gamora, for lack of a better word i guess?? i don't doubt her being really harsh and terrifying in the past under thanos like nebula was saying, but yeah 2014!gamora is still the gamora who was like on the brink of betraying thanos. like even if this gamora hadn't gone through most of vol 1, she's still the gamora who already had one foot out the door so she could stop thanos bc she cared abt innocent lives, so it was a tad surprising to see her act so coldly toward the rest of the gotg or even rocket who was actively dying and would clearly be sorely missed by the others. like not super surprising or even super ooc to me, but just kinda surprising considering her appearance in endgame

like her cold shoulder toward peter i can get, bc it's clear that his baggage with original gamora is hurtful to her and i think that's more than fair. but since the narrative also establishes that peter is seemingly the only gotg character to even have this baggage at all, since the others don't even so much as mention missing or grieving original gamora, idk if she'd need to be such a hater toward them too lol.

and honestly i think her characterization would've made a lot more sense if the narrative had actually included the rest of the gotg's grief for original gamora and sorrow that this gamora isn't her. like, if not being the gamora this world expects her to be has been weighing down on gamora for years, i could see her rly becoming like this, cuz that's a whole lotta pressure she's never gonna live up to! that would be a great character conflict for her. but by erasing original gamora from the narrative outside of peter's grief, we can't even rly justify this gamora's behavior through this issue either

the only other gunn project i've watched is the suicide squad and i don't remember much of my thoughts on it besides generally enjoying it. but i think callie @starmora put it best yesterday when they said that gunn's always had favorites and gamora's never rly been one of them, especially compared to rocket, who gunn has been outspoken about seeing himself in most and being the hidden protagonist of sorts throughout the gotg franchise (to the point that even in the movie, lylla straight up tells rocket, "this story has been yours all along"), so it's unfortunately not surprising that gamora's arc has been...whatever this is. and like, idc that gunn's favorite is rocket bc that's fine and rocket's had a pretty solid story/arc (though i feel like there's something missing between iw when he lied abt being captain of the ship to impress thor to vol 3 where peter decides to make him captain, especially after rocket spent the entire film incapacitated), but it just sucks that it meant there wasn't much wiggle room to deal with the gamora situation

and also i 1000% agree - WE SHOULD'VE GOTTEN AN ORIGINAL GAMORA POST-END CREDIT SCENE!!!! i would've loved to see her like watching everyone dance to dog days are over or something from the afterlife and just kinda feeling satisfied with everything, despite the way things ended for her

[m4dm4yhem]

HIS CANON EVENT

DESCRIPTION: HIS CANON EVENT

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, GORY DETAILS, SAD CHRIS :(

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“ NO…” WAS THE FIRST THING THAT LEFT HIS MOUTH..

chris stared at the dismantled corpse in front of him, his body was shaking; he couldn’t breathe.. he couldn’t even form thoughts, for so long he thought his canon event was miya or peter dying.. a single person, a loved one he knew he would miss, ones that were regular people and had no correlation with his own spider man life. he didn’t count on his friend dying; the boy he had trusted with his life.. ever since they were kids. the only one who listened to his problems, and found a way to empathize; the only one who could make him laugh when he wanted to cry…

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the poor boy didn’t look the part, but this boy was chris’ right hand man; making sure he was okay whenever he had injuries. making sure he knew where the latest criminal was going to be, and conducting clever getaway plans so he didn’t end up dead up for giving one of the spider people a tip..

he was quite handy when it came to technology, he couldn’t hack as good as other people who were spiderman’s guy in the chair; but he was able to pitch in and help his friends when it came time to do so. he was always putting himself in danger, he was careless one too many times.. and this time it caused him his life.

“ GOD, MAN.. WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU..?”

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how did he get caught this time? the way doc oc explained it to chris was gone, as when he saw his friend tied up, with tears down his face muffled screams against the gag that was tied too tight for comfort, the words doc oc.. or was it ock? chris had no idea, his eyes were stuck on his friend; as the boy shifted and move against his restraints.

the villain must’ve noticed chris’ lack of attentions towards her, as a low grumble leaving her lips as she addressed him by name; “ ya know spiderman… i heard your chore boy here.. loved to mess around with stuff he doesn’t understand… just wait until he sees how dangerous the world of technology is when you’re not careful.” she booped his nose; before hitting a button, and then using her robot tentacles to move out the way.

the fear in chris’ stomach prevented him from looking away; prevented him from doing anything.. until the first saw sliced away at the boy in front of him. his eyes widened as the boy’s left arm was cut into; so deep he saw the bone and the way he screamed, he had never.. seen his jaw open that far before..

had never… heard that scream of complete agony.. and he was just.. forced to watch. his body shaking, his eyes wide and that gut wrenching feeling that settled in his stomach, as if he had been punched there repeatedly.. seeing the blood slowly splatter on the floor as the moans and cries of agony filled his ears.

he couldn’t look anymore, he heard the limbs drop.. he heard the screams.. until.. one was cut short.. he didn’t dare open his eyes.. god he didn’t dare look at whatever happened to him..

“ chris… you know mikey hates it when you make passes at his momma why you keep tryna make that lil nigga mad?” the dreadhead spoke; a laugh leaving his lips

“ okay.. and his momma fine as fuck.. ima keep doing that shit until she realizes I’m the one for her.” chris huffed; his words made his friend chuckle.

“ i doubt she wants a twenty two year old, man” he spoke; as he looked down at his phone; his boyfriend, miles had just texted him “ oh fuck… my man just texted me, sorry.. he wants to go out to that new stupid gaming bar that just opened down the street from him”

“ a’ight man… say hi to his mama for me.. she fine as fuck too..”

“ nigga… i know.” the two boys shared a giggle before the younger of the two left with a wave of his hand..

why was chris just remembering that now? was it because that was the last time he saw his friend with all his body parts attached… ? the poor guy tried to steady his breathing; his body shaking, but his curiosity got the better of him..

slowly his head rose, and he was met with clementine’s decapited head staring back at him; the color drained from his face; his eyes rolled back, and his lips chapped.

chris didn’t think being spiderman would be this hard.. the door to his clear cage opened; and he reluctantly stepped out.. eyes following the rest of the pieces of his friend.. wait… his eyes landed on… what was left of his friend in the chair; was he wearing his shirt?

“ c’mon dude.. when am I getting my biggie smalls shirt back?” chris grumbled; he had loaned it to his friend.. to BORROW; because mayday has spilled her juice over the white tee the dreadhead had on earlier.

“ relax man.. I’ll get it back to you when I get back to you.. plus.. your shirts smell like vanilla.. and miles goes crazy over me smelling like vanilla.. make sure to tell me your secret.” he chuckled

chris mocked the chuckle before crossing his arms over his chest; “ mane im fucking serious. you better have my shit back to me soon, or else.”

chris didn’t think he wanted the shirt back.. anymore.

he wanted to wake up from this nightmare… as his eyes watered.. and vision blurred.. he couldn’t take his eyes off the dismantled corpse of his friend..

“ NO…” WAS THE FIRST THING THAT LEFT HIS MOUTH..

[mischiefashale]

If all of these people turning into mist is supposed to be an explanation for why Alison isn't dead then she should have turned into damn mist too.

I wish these guys remembered that the light comes from the same place as the music. I wish to see these battles.

Remember who you are. Is this the Lion King?

Eli wolfing out for the first time right after he loses his dad is a much better narrative.

OMG Allison is about to push Scott off of Pride Rock bahahaha. Lion King indeed.

Of course he would stab himself instead of just knocking her out.

Jackson continues to give me life.

Peter Hale crawling around sniffing on pride Rock is going to live rent free in my head forever.

He had to be that close to the ground to smell blood? I don't even care it's just amazing.

"don't fight the Oni, kill them." Leave it to Lydia to be the voice of reason.

He knew that was the plan and still stabbed himself anyways. Oh for the love of God.

Lydias love of chemistry is showing.

How did Jackson not know that Rowan trees become mountain ash?

Okay fine I can ship Malia and parish as long as it means her getting a man who's on her level.

"Then I'm definitely not dying tonight.." lol

She should be having flashbacks to her sewing Scott up.

This shit is killing me.

That wolfsbane should have gone to his heart and killed him already.

He's definitely gonna stick his claws in her neck.

I love Derek's excitement at Eli learning to heal.

Yassss obligatory lacrosse scene.

So is BH big enough for a college or did they walk across Beacon County.

Supposed to be dead is now just "starting to become a recurring theme" STARTING!?!?!

Omfg it's been awhile since I read spoilers I forgot it's HARRIS as the big bad. HARRIS!?!?!!

I hope someone punches Jeff Davis.

Omfg I have so many better Ally resurrection stories.

Only responds to fire and the wolfsbane you shit him with! FFS

What in the fucking rewrite of canon is happening here?

You want to live or not? With a road flare? I guess it makes sense since he almost died by one oh wait and there's the flashbacks.

That is Def Stiles Jr

And then she just leaves to find her dad? Like omg maybe stick together.

Jeff Davis really has no qualms about giving big grown up feelings to emotionally stunted children.

Jackson can touch mountain ash now?

Omfg yes it is HARRIS. I can't decide if it's Pete Jackson to not remember the teacher that had a hard-on for him or not.

But I am dying at Jackson being like I was in London for all of that.

I'm also loving the look on a coach's face as soon as he see Scott McCall. "you are not ruining this for me."

HE IS NOT PLAYING LAX! NO NO NO WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? Why is this Coaches solution?

We all know that should say number 24.

If I didn't hate this narrative so much I would think that Harris would be actually a good villain.

Coyotes breaking into the house is why Derek doesn't transform? I would most certainly think that the smell of a predator like a werewolf would have kept the coyotes at Bay.

And why wasn't Derek turning into a wolf all the time to let his son play with him and his puppy self.

I hate that this is the reason she left Stiles.

How the fuck is Harris alive? Tho?

Bahahaha Greenburg.

But really was there a reason that Scott had to join him on the field?

Of course Scott can take being stabbed legitimately in the heart and still talk but Peter gets a little cut on the hand and he's down for the count.

Omg Malia is my favorite. "Okay what do you need? You need a pep talk one of those you can do this speeches? I don't do speeches I don't do pep talks. I'm not here to boost your ego. And I'm not going to be your cheerleader. So whatever you need to do to get your shit together, you're going to do this for yourself, and you got to do this right now."

[wolfverse-stories]

Magneto's Kids

Chapter 4

Wanda

     Wanda paced back and forth. Tonight she was going to tell her boyfriend Magneto is her father.

     "What if he doesn't like me anymore" Wanda panicked quickly turned to run.

     "Babe!!!" She turned back to see her boyfriend Jack running at her full speed. He covered the distance between them in five seconds pulling her into a hug.

     "I missed you so much!" Wanda cried hugging him back.

     "I can't believe you were gone for so long," he said enjoying her warmth.

     "It's only been a week" she smiled nuzzling closer to him 'Oh I missed this' Suddenly she pushed away remembering what she came to tell him.

     "Jack there's something I need to tell you" he nodded listening to her closely "When I went to find my brother a week ago I met Magneto" Jack's eyes widened in horror.

     "Did he hurt you" he grabbed her hand worriedly looking her up and down for any injuries.

     "No actually he's working with the X-men now" she looked down tears rolling down her cheek, "He told me he is my dad" Jack looked at her speechless "I know you think he's a monster and after all he's done to you, you probably never want to see me again"

     "Wanda that doesn't matter" he smiled lifting her chin "It doesn't matter to me where you came from or who your parents are I'm in love with you for you"

     "Really?" Wanda asked with tears in her eyes. He nodded pulling her into a gentle kiss.

Peter

     Peter sat on the couch watching TV with Jean Kurt and Scott.

     "Charles is going to freak when he finds out we got a TV" Jean panicked.

    "Calm down Erik gave me the money," Peter said not taking his eyes off the TV.

     "Why are you so chummy with Magneto all of a sudden?" Scott asked suspiciously.

     "He's not a criminal anymore, he's part of our team now like it or not" Peter pointed out taking a sip of his drink.

     "Erik is never that nice to anyone," Scott said. Instantly everyone froze looking at Peter.

     "Are you dying?!!"Kurt blurted out causing Jean to burst into tears.

     "No seriously people why do you always think someone is dying" Peter started to worry about the well-being of his friends.

     "Then why is he acting so nice?"Scott asked accusingly.

     "He's my dad" everyone gasped. Jean started to grin like a Cheshire Cat.

     "I knew it!" She screamed throwing her hands up in the air.

     "Okay cutie" Peter smirked pulling Jean into a hug which she quickly pushed out of "Oh I almost forgot, this is one more thing that makes me cooler than glasses," Peter said adding a telemark on the board under his name.

     "Okay get off!!!" Scott yelled knocking Peter off the couch.

Pietro

     "Hey, Cap can I talk to you for a second," Pietro asked nervously. He felt scared to death, being an Avenger was everything to him and he didn't want to lose that.

     "Sure thing" Steve smiled walking over to the young avenger.

     "What is it kid, got yourself in trouble again?" Clint smirked leaning against the wall.

     "No old man!"Pietro glared at him. Clint was kinda like a father to Pietro in some ways but that didn't keep Pietro from wanting to knock his lights out.

     "What is it, kid?" Steve asked concerningly asked.

     "You see" he turned to look at Steve "Last week I found out my dad is Magneto the guy who killed the president" Steve's eyes widened in shock "I know you probably don't want me in the team anymore after all the things he has done to the Averagers" he looked down waiting for them to abandon him as everyone else in his life had done.

     "Of course we do" Steve smiled putting a hand on the kid's shoulder "You will always be an Avenger like it or not you're stuck with us"

     "We did let Dr.Claw on the team after all" Clint smirked pointing over to Bucky.

    "You are such an old man," Pietro said rolling his eyes as a small smile appeared on his face.

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The Marauders Era as Songs From SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal is Regulus Black. The lyrics "I'm so insecure I think that I'll die before I drink" are a reference to him dying before he was eighteen. "I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived" link to him hating that everyone just views him as a member of the Black Family, or as a death eater. "But I love people I don't like" could either be about his tormented feelings towards Sirius after he ran away or about his romantic feelings towards James.

Deja Vu is Regulus reminiscing on his relationship with James, after James and he have broken up and James is with Lily.

Happier is Sirius after he dies, seeing Remus with Tonks - "She probably gives you butterflies. I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go, so find someone great but don't find no-one better".

I am honestly torn between Jealousy, Jealousy being about Regulus or Peter. If it's about Regulus, then it's him towards Sirius, "All your friends are so cool, you go out every night. In your daddy's nice car, yeah you're living the life. Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend too. I wanna be you so bad". However, if it's Peter, it would be because of this part: "Co-comparison is killing me slowly, I think I think too much 'bout kids who don't know me. I'm so sick of myself, rather be, rather be anyone, anyone else. My jealousy, jealousy started following me".

Enough For You is most definitely about Grant Chapman. "You found someone more exciting, the next second you were gone" is him to Remus, when Remus and Sirius first got together.

Hope Ur Ok is James Potter singing about the Black Brothers. The first verse is about Regulus ("He wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad" - about him having the dark mark as a teenager). The second verse is about Sirius - "Her parents hated who she loved" being a reference to Wolfstar and "She was tired 'cause she was brought into a world where family was merely blood" links into everything to do with his familial issues.

Favourite Crime is about Jegulus, purely for this part: "It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do, cause I was going down but I was doing it with you. Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made, but I say that I hate you with a smile on my face. Oh, look what we became. All the things I did, just so I could call you mine."

[quarantinescarpet]

My quotes list from over the years

FRESHMAN

-“‘tis I the frenchiest fry.”

-“Someone’s stabbing me in the leg with a spork.”

-“I A DEMOCRAT OOPS”

-Spill the pony tea.

-How many geese would it take to bring down a full grown man?

-Point is, I love you both and I would 10/10 ride a motorbike

-“Apparently someone in Mr. Hopkins G block got scared of turkey noises.”

-“It’s like... it’s like a stupid game of Russian roulette Tetris with giant death machines”

-“I feel like you'd have a shrine to remember Spider-man, complete with candles and every single ‘mr stark I don't feel so good’ meme printed out.”

-“don’t ask me, I don’t know anything about the sex”

-“I WILL RIP YOUR DICK OFF”

-“What’s the difference between gay silence and regular silence?”

-“what yields a focus pencil? A patience tree?”

-“I might boogie on the desk so hard that the gum keeping it together gets unchewed and yeets back into the dimension it belongs in”

-“You smell like my fencing teacher”

-“sponsor a sponsor! Become a child”

-“Woof woof bitch, im a furry.”

-“yo to the hoe”

-“does my emoji still smell?”

SOPHOMORE

-“peter doesn't have a detachable head”

-“two thirds of me is wearing glasses”

-“You look like you have autism. Are you vaccinated?”

-“When did Haydar become friends with Emily?” “In hell”

-“I know you have something to do with Filbert”

-“Ayo beans check”

-“Who cares about beating the game‽ I’m a goose.”

-“You can’t make contact lenses out of cranberries”

-“cannabalism is for beans”

-“You know the party is lit when the epileptic kid starts doing the worm”

-“Imagine getting stabbed to the beastie boys”

-“I CANT TORTILLA MY CHOCOLATE MILK”

-“Pure drip”

-“The All Mighty King Tuggle Wuggle the Original... The 5th”

-“It’s a drink.” “Coal?” “I’m sorry who the heck is drinking coal??” “It’s heroin.”

-“Is climate change good or bad?”

-“I’ve had to keep her from stealing my toes for so long”

-“Apples are delicious, babies are not.”

-“It’s like I’m exfoliating my knuckle”

-“We are literally just birds.”

-“I’m slowly transitioning to emo. Today I’m wearing navy blue, tomorrow it will be black.”

-“Omg Aimee why are you such a try hard” “Oh my god Ava why are you orange?”

-“Wait what the fuck does crashing a funeral have to do with driving?”

-“Why are blonde people driving???”

-“That house looks like stephen king” “its super thicc?”

-“If you don’t do your homework, they are legally allowed to steal your cells”

-“Why would digging up graves be a problem we have to cover during a spa day??”

-“I would commit neck rape”

-“he looked at me and I looked at him and I was like ‘genocide’”

-“like Klaus, from Klaus”

-“SANKADANKA”

-“facism is also gender neutral”

-“I mean we all knew that the birds just wanted the body to be gone!”

JUNIOR

-“you know what they say in chemistry”

-“I got it from bed bath and behind you”

-“A two line poem. I see a frog. My heart: 💕❤️💓💗💕”

-“who needs a straw when you can suck it out the hole?”

-“I wish I could get neutered”

-“eggs are so well named”

-“You’re not a fandon? We don’t standon.”

-“If you’re horny just walk it off”

-“potatoes and molasses, there is inequality between the classes!”

-“save the tiddies”

-“I think I could explain socialism” “okay do it” *doesnt do it*

-“what part of no interruptions does Trump not get?” “The english part”

-“my knees how they crackle like rice crispies”

-“the planet is dying you fucking walnut”

-“do you think I’d be able to avoid conversion therapy?” ”no you look dumb as shit have fun at camp.”

-“the US military uses 738 billion dollars per year, and we can’t dunk the moon into the pacific ocean? Where are our priorities? Disgusting.”

-“I hope he dies on my birthday”

-“the doctor’s sewing you up and you’re like ‘harder daddy’ and they just leave you to bleed out on the floor.”

-“I don’t know what your parents do for a living” “I’d have to kill you if you found out” “oh he’s a conversion therapist?”

-“Peaning, pregnancy, protection.”

-“Being railed and math are two totally different things”

-“Aren’t all white people just german strokes?“

-“the pickles are tasty tonight, don’t you think?”

-"Gay people have feelings too! I mean those feelings aren't valid, but they have them!"

-“Grapefruit is the Wild Kratts of roblox”

-“My lungs are rejecting christianity”

-“Lettuce cereal”

-“get zooted”

-“why are they doin that to my boi Eric Snowblower???” “... do you mean Elric Stormbringer??” “Yes OMG hi futon”

-“Milk towel (sent with gentle effect)“

-“nose haemorrhoids”

-“my favourite colour is bitches”

-“THE LESBIAN FISH WHATS HER NAME”

-“You’ll have time to pull moose daddy”

-“The more you beat it the bigger it gets”

-“Were you wa today??”

-“oh uh slaves are now horses”

-“tarnsgender is a lifestyle”

-“not me misgendering my dishwasher”

-“Kiss! Kiss Kiss!”

-“its a regular human but you can open it up and take a shit inside of it” “like a kangaroo”

-“kiss kill marry, good piss boy, eric snowblower, michael”

-“if you don’t wanna strike the set, strike yourself.”

-“did you listen to waterparks in middle school or have you had sex?”

-“he said his pullout game is strong and he’s only used a condom six times” “tell him he needs the practice”

-“its a didney movie”

-“I already have a dick so I’m good with the foot sucking, thanks!”

-“I don’t misgender you cause you changed your pronouns I just misgender you cause you have pronouns”

-“made a joke and nobody laughed”

-“You’re a socialist gray shut up”

-“dont straddle my dog shes a child!”

-“chloe, kim, kendall, kourtney,,, the genders”

-“which constellation looks most like a dick”

-“I’m being intimate with my pudding. Only my pudding loves me.” “Yeah but it feels a little violated”

-“vending machine, easy bake oven, and ramen are the four food groups?”

-“mom I found your tinder”

-“doesnt this baby look like it would grow up to be hitler?”

-“anti smack”

-“I said no farting”

-“I’m at the point in this trip where I want to make out a little with every dog I see.”

-“I’m worried about your mom right now” “I’m worried about the dogs”

-“I’m going to start streaming” “awesome I’ll watch you! I’ll download Tinder”

-“jesus is coming are you clenching?” “Did you mean swallowing???”

-“Today when I said I had an image to show you and you came to look at my phone I wasn’t on Instagram yet and I was worried you were going to see that my last google search was what is a craisin”

-“My username is deep_seated_fear_of_geese”

-“Savour the flavour, uncle”

-“potential energy this, kinetic energy that, when will anyone start paying attention to the most important energy. dumb bitch energy”

-“Happy easter i guess i don’t know why the heck jesus likes eggs so much” “Jesus has an egg obsession” “And he has a bunny fursona””

-“Cause I’m kinky for color coding”

-“I’m going to name my child Brad. With a silent gh. Braghd”

-“Headcanon that Prince Philip died because he saw unsolicited feet pics“

-“I kin prince philip”

-“theres three genders: kailer, gay tyler, and regular tyler”

-“I swear to god they spent half of their budget making those titans asses so scrumptious”

-“Everything is terrible, can’t magnum dong, repressing my emotions”

-“Master has given dobby plan b. Dobby no longer needs the hanger”

-“I want someone to be just as obsessed with me as my social worker is”

-“You wanted to end the conversation so you decided to be homophobic.”

-“It is commonly thought that there are two types of people in this world, communists and pessimists.”

-“Glass half full glass half empty everyone shares the glass”

-“I thought it was about to be something sexual about slushees and I was like: 😃?“

-“Piss on, I know how to have sex.”

-“Sarah we’re making milf jokes wake up”

-“Its like im having a panic attack but I cant stop making kink jokes”

-“good old fashioned jesus?” “I said gay sex”

-“the straggot and the slurs”

-“grandpa has had way too much time without his meds”

-“You’re gonna find ur special someone bro ❤️ or someone to raw you idk what you’re into”

-“Do you wanna represent conversion therapy?”

-“Don’t punch me! I’ll get a boner”

-“I’m known to frequent elementary schools at night”

-“ever since I found out there were ants in baked beans” “WHY ARE THEY THERE? JUST BAKE THE BEANS!”

-"aaron burr shot hamilton which is kinda kinky and im not into that" "i guess he forgot to give him his safe word then huh"

-“we can’t make these jokes tomorrow people will think we’re fucking crazy” “nah man people will just think we’re FUCKING”

-“this 14 year old just looked me straight in the eyes and said drill me daddy-o”

-“they piss on you when they’re comfortable with you. Thats how it works”

-“are penguins fish or mammals?”

-“car washes are traumatising”

-“it’s okay gray has a 22 year old sugar daddy”

-“I get vored easily and yeehaw”

-“You get really stinky when jade honks for bill”

-“Jade needs a shit sleeve when she honks for bill can we go dunky now”

-“not the llama,,, the liQuid”

-“I’m allergic to jesus”

-“if you cant see stuff in your head how come you can vacuum?”

-“dont be a whore drink instead”

-“pain is temporary, existence is temporary, we’re all temporary”

-“I did not know veggie tales was religious”

-“you’re a sussy baka yes sorry now can we watch the video”

-“I assumed everyone in tech is gray”

-“skyrim wasn’t bad I just wanted fussy”

-“im not gonna get a shrodinger kink”

-“those crocs are bitchin”

-“you seem so put together” “it’s just the shoes”

-“capitalism is my sugar daddy”

-“when aang is riding someone do you think he says yip yip

-“Capitalism breeds innovation? How bout you breed this bussy”

Senior

-“Ollie: Can Jewish people eat the Lorax?

Jillian: Yeah. He is canonically a Nazi you know

Ollie: …Are you implying that nazis are kosher?

Jillian: Yeah how do you think we won the war dumbass”

-“I wanna get manhandled”

-“chryssy is SO thicc. Thats why benson loves her.”

-“are we still meeting autism?”

-“so what im hearing is you stole my prostate??”

-"Benson doesnt have a liver? What about her alcoholism problems!”

-“do [squirrels] have beaks or are they flat?”

-“ I feel like I’d fall into a pond.”

-“I didn’t come”

-“Cis piss”

-“YOU GRABBED HIS JICK?”

-“Everytime I come out as ace people send me all their ace stuff” “omg thats what I do for my italian friends”

-“I wanna be someones thyroid problem”

-“Yeah you could go to bobby about your skin cancer”

-“I feel really pregnant right now”

-“stomachs love diluted slim jims”

-“benson is a milf”

-“aj just gave birth to me” “how?” “teamwork”

-“the universe is nothing but a collection of corpses”

-“tight shaggy”

-“the moonwalking bear will come back to haunt you”

-“You forgot your jizz in the shop”

-“Please be a monster fucker”

-“Wipe the milk moustache off your face because I can’t talk to you”

-“the moonwalking bear will come back to haunt you”

-“You forgot your jizz in the shop”

-“Please be a monster fucker”

-“Wipe the milk mustache off your face because I can’t talk to you”

-“Mr. Hands is my safe-word”

Freshman pt 2

-“nah this isn’t true love this is smash or pass man”

-“the more swords the more smash”

-“virgin??? Like VIRGINIA??”

-“He’s really going ham on him”