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Side Story— Decisions

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#SYNOPSIS— the avatar program is getting their funds cut by Quaritch influencing Parker. You’re the saving grace they need

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon, smut, overstimulation, cunnilingus, panty sniffing(?) sniffing kink(?) older man/younger woman, age gap

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

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❝ You see— you see, I mean they’re just pissing on us without even the courtesy of informing us sooner— I’m going to Selfridge ❞ Grace’s outburst we’re to be expected. Once again, Selfridge had cut the resources and money flowing into the avatar program. He claimed spending too many resources on a program that’s failing is a waste of money. Rather— they’ll be using those resources on their military seeing as how the savages have gotten hostile.

But it was all a bunch of nonsense— Quaritch was the one doing this. He was manipulating Selfridge into cutting the funds for the program, he demanded that his men needed more weapons. How the avatar program wasn’t helping them at all— it was just a puppeteer show meant for laughs. Selfridge being the moron he is agreed to Quaritch demands.

Not a second later, Grace returned with cheeks bright red. She fumed, ❝ The nerve of him! How could he do this us?! ❞ She went off to rant about his corporate butt claiming his idiocy will be the ruin for us. ❞ It’s all because of Quaritch sticking his nose into my program— ❞ Grace huffed, digging the sides of her lab coat looking for her pack of cigarettes. ❝ Where are my cigarettes? Where are my goddamn cigarettes? ❞ You hurried to her, handing her a cigarette. She blew the cloud of smoke, relief filling her body. You coughed, wincing at the smell ❝ Sorry kid ❞

After years of working for her, you politely replied with a smile, knowing what to expect from her antics. Max coughed into his hands, avoiding eye contact with Grace, ❝ Well maybe we can work something out with the Colonel? ❞ Grace scoffed, ❝ He’s a happy trigger moron! What can we do to persuade him!?Nothing—! ❞ Her words trailed off as they landed on you.

It was only till later that you caught the meaning of her gaze. Your breath hitched at the back of your throat, it was no secret to anyone that the Colonel had his eye on you. ❝Grace no— we can’t do that to her ❞ Max tried reasoning with her, standing up for your sake. Grace nodded, shaking her head ❝Right— I’m sorry kid. I won’t— ❞ her words trailed off as she took another drag from her cigarette. ❝ What about her? What can she do? ❞ The stillness in the atmosphere was broken by the curiosity laced in Jakes voice. ❝ Right I forgot you’re new here so you wouldn’t know. The Head of Security has a thing for our secretary ❞

Jake stayed quiet,processing the new information. He hesitated, a blank emotionless expression crossed over his face the relaxation of an idea presenting itself to him ❝ If she can— can you? Would you be willing to do it? Please— we can’t have them cutting our budget ❞ Grace voice bellowed ❝Jake! You can’t ask her to do such a thing! ❞ Jake let out a scoff, ❝ It’s our only chance doc, if she can persuade the Colonel he can convince Selfridge to give us back our funding. It’s our only shot! ❞ They spat out arguments between each other, shouting and screaming as they bickered back and forth.

A terrible weight laid on your shoulders, would you be willing to do this? For them? Would you be willing to do this to to yourself? To be at his mercy? You dreaded doing such a thing but for them? Anything for them— ❝ I’ll do it ❞ you replied, voice breaking as you spoke. Their endless quarreling stopped, they looked at you in disbelief. You covered your face with shaking hands, looking up at all three of them. You flashed them a half-smile ❝I’ll convince Quaritch to put in a word to Selfridge for us ❞ Without waiting for any other remarks you turned on your heel.

Several long strides brought you to his office, you let out a shaky breath. Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you exhaled; releasing some of the tension that settled on your shoulders. You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the confirmation to walk in. A muffled sound from behind the door was enough clearance for you. The unmistakable creaking of the hinges of his door was loud enough to announce your presence.

There Quaritch was scribbling on documents, pausing his actions his head shifted to your direction. He flashed you a grin, a sudden sickening sensation coursed throughout your body. ❝ Well looky here— ❞ his voice drawled out, grutal and raspy. His eyes remained fixated on you, taking in the sight like a sponge soaking up water. He himself won’t admit it— but he was pleasantly thrilled to have you coming to him. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement ❝ I would done this much sooner if I had known that threatening the puppeteer program would lead you to come to me— you surely took your time. Not that I’m complaining ❞

Several long strides brought him to you. ❝ I needed a distraction and with you coming to me with those glassy eyes of yours— well it sure gives me something to think about ❞ His hand came up to caress your cheek, brushing gently against the corner of your eye wiping a stray tear. Your breath hitched, wide eyes gazing up at him. The gears in your head clicked together, was this all planned out? Did he know you would come to him? Your lip trembled, throat clogging up as you tried to find the words to say ❝ Convince Selfridge to bring back the funding ❞ Quaritch quirked up his eyebrows, ❝ I can do that but what’s in it for me?❞

You sniffled quietly, a solemn tear cascading down your cheek. With shaky limbs you clutched onto his hand, pressing your face against it ❝ Whatever you want, I’m sure I can satisfy it❞ With the way the Colonel's lips curled up and his eyes crinkled in delight, it was clear that he understood the meaning in your words. He’s been waiting to hear those words from you since forever— nothing but a dream come true. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement, ❝ I have a few things in mind ❞

His fingers tangled in your hair, giving a harsh tug at your roots. You cried out in pain ❝ Don’t make me wait ❞ his lips brushed against yours. Your hands shook as you cradled his jaw in your hands, you leaned forward pressing your lips against his. He kissed back with fever, insatiable and unable to get enough. A nip on your lip was enough to grant a gasp from you. He took the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside. You whined against him, hands pushing against his chest. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he deepened the kiss.

You squirmed in his hold, having lost the rhythm to the kiss. His greedy hands slid along your hip, tracing the curve as he groped your skin. Even as you pulled back from his kiss the hand clasped behind your neck brought you back to him. ❝ no more❞ you whispered breathlessly against his lips. He ignored your pleas, his mouth forming a scowl. He was clearly displeased with your hesitance towards him. You came to him, pleading— begging. And with that sweet voice of yours? Whimpering and whining— Quaritch sighed, kisses coming out sloppy and frantic than the previous kisses.

Batting your eyelashes with watered eyes, offering yourself to him. So who was he to refuse? He’ll take everything you have to offer and more. He won’t have you backing off from this proposition. He can’t— he won’t. His hold on you tightens, arms strong in their hold. The thought alone of letting you leave his embrace had his mind in shambles. You were finally in his grasp, where he wanted you. He whispered your name between kisses, trailing them down your neck. You whined, turning your head away from him, whimpering as you pushed against his chest having had enough of his frantic kissing.

He pressed himself against your body, snapping his hips upwards to get any sort of fiction. His chest rumbled as he mouthed your neck leaving trials of wet kisses. He dove back to yours lips, ravishing you with kiss after kiss; sneaking his tongue inside. His tongue wrapped around yours, groaning in delight to feel you kissing him back with the same fever. He pulled back from the kiss, tongue swiping over his lips. He showed his delight in an obvious way, fingers ghosting over your skin before clasping his hand against yours. He pressed his cheekbone to your open palm, giving a quick kiss to your wrist.

It was odd to see the sudden affection he gave you— quite the contrary you didn’t expect such an action to come from him. It was soothing in a way— to see he’s not just another muscled brute. It was sudden, the way his hands slid underneath your thighs picking you up. You yelped, surprised by his movements; clinging onto his broad shoulders. He settled himself on his chair, placing you on his desk. Papers and folders scattered across the floor from the impact. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His rough calloused hands caught hold of your thighs. Spreading them apart eagerly, his fingers pressed deep into your skin. His sudden actions caused you to fall back from the table, leaving yourself bare to him. You’re cheeks flushed in embarrassment, thighs snapping back together. The colonel scoffed, fingers pinching your skin. ❝ Now that won’t do— Spread em ❞ Tears raced down your cheek, humiliated and distraught by the actions you would be forced to do. You spread your legs, open and inviting towards the older male.

He tossed your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face in your covered cunt. You whined in embarrassment, heart pounding against your chest. He rubbed his cheek against your inner thigh, giving a quick nip to your skin. His fingers crept up towards the dip of your hips, pulling off your panties. He snagged them in his hand pocketing them. You freeze, tears streaming down your cheeks. His hands slid underneath your knee spreading your legs wide apart.

His tongue swiped over his lips, greedily staring at your uncovered cunt. ❝ look at you, all pretty and wet. Just for me right? Yeah— just for me ❞ His fingers prodded your wet cunt, cooing at the slickness you were producing. Silky soft and tight like a vice— promising pleasure. A needy minx— you were just asking for it weren’t you? He peppered your cunt with open mouthed kisses, tongue lapping up your slick. You shuffled in discomfort inching away from him slowly. But to your displeasure he had noticed your little scheme. His hands instantly dipped towards your ass, pulling you forward to his pleasure. The sudden shift in movement nearly caused you to fall, your back arched uncomfortable; heels digging onto his broad back.

Quaritch clenched his jaw, pursing his lips in annoyance. Why did you have to be so much trouble? Why do you make this difficult? A good spanking is ought to tame that attitude of yours. His hand came down to strike on the outside of your thigh, a scream erupting from your throat from the sudden impact. ❝ Behave or the deal is off and we wouldn’t want that do we? ❞ Your eyes scrunched up, lip trembling with distraught. It wasn’t pleasurable— nothing about this was pleasurable. Your stomach seemed to rise to your throat, threatening to spill all over. But you had to hold it in, this was the deal. He got what he wanted and you get what you wanted. It was fair— part of the deal.

Quaritch nearly moaned at the taste of your flavor bursting into his tastebuds. Had he known you would of tasted this damn good he would of resulted in other methods to get you in his arms sooner. He should of transferred you to his department— kept you naked in his dorm for his pleasure. Easy access to your bare pussy, keep you there forever. His own personal cocksleeve— He would take the time to savor you— not like this. This was different, this was a quick fix he needed. He needed to take now— he can’t have you backing out. Once he’s done with you— oh you’ll be back. Begging for more— He plunged back into your wet cunt, grip tightening as your squirmed from his ministrations. His nose bumped repeatedly against your clit, tongue dragging across your folds.

You bit your lip, trying to stay silent— but atlast his tongue plunged into your hole suddenly causing you to clamp your thighs on his head. Your hands tugging onto his hair as he sloppily ate you out. Everything was overwhelming— with the way his tongue is lapping up everything you have to offer. Low groans came from within his chest, rumbling in the pleasant taste your cunt provided him with. His blue eyes seemed to glaze over as his actions become more vigorous and intense. The slurping sounds coming from his actions we’re nearly pornographic— the way his tongue kept on thrusting and lapping caused the coil in your stomach to snap. You gasped letting out a loud moan, back arching off the desk as you squealed as he continued to nip and suck

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined pathetically. Quaritch let out a chuckle, he wanted nothing more but to coax those cute moans out of you, see your overstimulated puffy cunt drooling for attention. His thumbs spread your cunt, eyeing your fluttering hole. A needy thing he mused. You were begging to be filled up nicely and who was he to deny you that pleasure? To deny himself? ❝God— you taste good ❞ His eyes rolled to the back of his head, swollen lips and nose covered in your slick— god you tasted divine— he wants more. Quaritch pulled you closer by the hips, tongue swirling around your clit. You whined, chest arching from the sheer pleasure he’s giving you. You’ve already cummed once— you can’t handle another one. You squirmed in his hold, hips thrusting up, sideways— anything to be away from his mouth. It’s too much— his mouth, his tongue against your cunt sends you into fits of sobs.

Quaritch scowled, arms clamping over your thighs to cease your struggling ❝ One more— just one more sweetheart ❞ he runs his tongue on the hood of your clit, groaning in response. You wince, screaming out his name, Quaritch peers up at you not bothering to halt in his ministrations. He was drunk off your screams— taste and the breathy moans you would let out.

When he does eventually stop with torturing you, your met with him between your thighs with his chin dripping in your slick. Your eyes fill with tears before he dips his head, tongue lapping up your overstimulated cunt. He doesn’t let up until your cumming, wailing for him. He leaned back, gazing at the mess he made. Your fluttering hole clenched around nothing, puffy and swollen from his relentless attack on your cunt. He wanted nothing more but to fill you up with his cock— but not now. He’ll save that moment for another day, get you nice and prepped just for him. Make it romantic— candles and petals scattered. His mouth curled up at the corner of his lips, yeah you’ll like that won’t you?

With one last kiss on the tip of your clit, Quaritch gave your outer thigh a firm slap. ❝ That wasn’t so bad now was it? No— you enjoyed it didn’t you? That’s my good girl ❞ He cooed mockingly—sickeningly. His gaze traveled to your eyes where he was met with pouting lips and tear stained cheeks. Chest heaving drawing attention to your bust — he’ll have his own fun with them soon. You were far too godamn pretty to let go off— His throat bobbed— cock twitching in his pants. On second thought maybe you can handle a couple of rounds more.

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Max Parker

In the Source Link, you will find a complete gif pack of Max Parker in Blood, Sex and Royalty. Max plays the role of King Henry Tudor, the eighth.

King Henry VIII is most famous in English history for having six wives - Catherine of Aragon (just under 24 years), Anne Boleyn (just under 3 years), Jane Seymour (just over a year, as Jane passed away), Anne of Cleves (6 months), Catherine Howard (18 months) and Catherine Parr (3 years, 6 months - ended with Henry’s death). He was also father to Mary Tudor (Mary I, Bloody Mary), Elizabeth Tudor (Elizabeth I, the Virgin Queen) and Edward Tudor (Edward VI).

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maybe she shouldn't be so naive. after all, she's been protected her entire life. new york city was well, new york city. beautiful beyond belief, but hardly a safe place in retrospect and george stacy always protected his family. she feels foolish. her father did not die for her to throw herself into harms way like this. they all know it. peter broke up with her for a reason. to keep her safe. and what kind of person is that she would directly disobey her dead father and superhero ex boyfriend's orders? ... a feminist? stupid? oh, gwendy, you're really in it now. okay, she'll help fix things then go home and pack for london, a good plan. gwen's really lucked out, if you think about it. two of the people she's loved the most in her life constantly put their lives on the line. there's no doubt that spiderman can't handle this. of course he can. he gives the city hope. however, her being in her room while she goes stir crazy wondering if he's okay, is not ideal. it's the surprise of her life when he actually answers. most stubborn person he's ever met, yeah that tracks. "yeah, yeah, whatever, parker," the blonde rolls her eyes. hearing his voice again is like a stab to her heart. there's no words that she can form that can express just how much she misses him and she won't. there's more pressing matters at hand here. "i can help, okay? max got his powers from oscorp, right? so if i can get into oscorp, i can restore the power in the city and it'll overload his body." it sounds like an insane idea, she knows. like any cop in the city would let her go anywhere but home. but it's still practical, and it could work. "just let me help, peter," gwen pleads, but it doesn't matter if he agrees or not. she's already made up her mind and they both know it.

his best friend. how could he do this? regret fill the lungs of brooklyn’s super hero like water. it was liquid, each second filling it’s capacity with zero capabilities of realizing his own body was drowning him. maybe he was being yanked to the bottom of the lap pool, struggling to suck in sufficient air to postpone the inevitable. the moment when he could let go. with great power comes great responsibilities. and with those responsibilities, included the evasive task of cutting off all ties. sacrificial love, friendship, cooperation to keep the city — and possibly the world at large — safe. safety. that word had it’s bewilderments. every decision was increasingly more difficult than the last. it was probable in it’s simplicity that peter parker cared too much. that was the issue. letting go was routine, from his childhood on, change was circulating the drain, refusing to let up on it’s foothold. introversion was never a trait that could describe him. if anything, he were the opposite. tender hearted. sympathetic. passive. all to a fault. the lasting moments of his closing off to his relationship were stoically clear. it was as if his brain were recording that moment to torture him. it was what he had to do. never to question the reasons as to why he had to do so. in the end, all was revealed. but this decision, in this moment, didn’t make sense. the saying: if you love something, let it go. if it does come back to you, it’s yours forever. if it doesn’t, it never was.

to categorize gwen stacy as a thing for him to obtain was morally selfish. she was much more than that. she wasn’t a prize to win, a goal to accomplish and gloat off about. she had taken hold of his heart and clamped it with her right grip. she had molded it, forming it into hers to take. it was her property now. as it always would be. forever. the tricky plot twist to this was that his first thought was to keep her safe. if that meant with or without him, he would do it. peter would have done anything to better allow the bleach blonde to succeed. peter was sure not one of those individuals who spouted out surface level quotes had come in contact with spider man.

the incessant ringing that vibrated from his soft-slick pant pocket continued to emit into the air. it didn’t take a fortune teller to devise that it was her on the other line. if he ignored it, at some moment, she’d stop. the last sound he needed to fill his ears was her angelic voice, coaxing him into doubling down on his actions. the actions that were apart of the ultimate plan to keep her out of harms way. that was his motivator. and if she happened to dislike that, what was one other human growing disdain for him in aiding the majority of new york city? jobs of all kinds had a slippery slope of compromise. this was his. no matter how much it hurt, once the painful tug on his heart began to numb, it would become easier to follow through. but it never did. it still hadn’t. being a pretender was the shadowing of every super hero’s responsibilities. to act as if they were stronger than they lead others to believe.

it had been a flurry of time that passed, his phone still alight with her name scrolled across the screen. should he answer her and block her number once the conversation ended? please don’t make him regret this.

soft brown, broken in loafers slapped across the damp avenue gravel. stopping dead in his tracks, fingertips plucked the device out of his pocket and immediately hit the accept button. “i shouldn’t be answering this, but you don’t seem to be getting the message. you are the most stubborn person i’ve ever met. nothing if not persistent,” a second pause, his exhale surprisingly warm against the already mild mannered summer night that distilled over the difference of the winter to come. “what is it, what do you need?” a glimmer of a half-smile curled at the edges of his bright pink borders. it would be an understatement that peter’s resistance to giving into whatever subject gwen was adamant in relaying to him had dwindled with each call. i love you. and i’ll never stop. he wanted to breathe into the phone, as if it were his life force. instead, desolate silence on his end. a sign of surrender of sorts to the metaphorical ending where safety was what mattered most.

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max parker in blood, s*x & royalty 1x01 (100 gifs); click the source link to find the gifs. use/edit however you want. reblog if you find these helpful.

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In the Source Link, you will find a complete gif pack of Amy James-Kelly and Max Parker in Blood, Sex and Royalty: Anne Boleyn.

Amy plays the role of Anne Boleyn, over the course of her late teens to the end of her life. Max plays the role of King Henry VIII.

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Trigger Warning - Fire, Sexual

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JONETTA KAISER GIF PACK

— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY ) hq gifs of JONETTA KAISER sourced from her role as SONYA KARP in the only season of VAMPIRE ACADEMY. jonetta is 27 (b.1994) but was 26-27 while filming this series; her ethnicity is currently unknown. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these. DO NOT: add these gifs to any other gif hunts, gif sets, edit, redistribute, claim as your own, use in real-life celebrity rps, smut rps or for smut writing. DO: please give this post a like or reblog if you found these useful or have any intention of using these.

gifs feature: Mia Bruce-Mckenna, Max Parker, J. August Richards.

warnings/triggers: Kissing, open flames (candles), bar, bright light, neon lighting, powers, conversations/dialogue about the dead, visuals of self-harm (climbing on ledge), animals (bird, bats), transformations (black eyes, fangs).

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-Spiderverse Preferences-

What is their favorite thing to do with you?

Peter Parker: Tobey Maguire

This Peter Parker loves to take you on picnics. He loves packing a picnic basket with his aunt May and surprising you when you get home from work.

Not only does he loves preparing the picnic basket, he also loves choosing the spot. He likes to mostly do it at night since he can make a spider web hammock and can hold you close as you both look at the night sky.

He'll usually put some music on and you both would talk the night away.

Peter Parker: Andrew Garfield

This Peter loves to play board games with you, he loves when you both go to the store and will grab a board game that interests you both and you play.

It's the only time Peter feels as if he's normal, that he isn't the heroic Spider-Man but just your boyfriend.

Though be wary if you win, he's kind of a sore loser. But kisses from you sure do lift his spirits.

Peter Parker: Tom Holland

And this Peter loves to watch movie marathons with you. You'll both go over to Peter's place on a Friday after School and you'll both decided on a movie franchise.

Before you go to his house you'll stop by the store and grab popcorn, M&Ms, you name it. You'll stock up and when you sit on the couch no snack is safe.

Peter loves when you fall asleep on him and he can brush his fingers through your hair while he is also munching on popcorn.

Norman Osborn: Willem Dafoe

Norman favorite thing to do with you is dance. He loves to play music on his record player and smile at you. He'll place his hand out to you and you'll smile back at him and he'll pull you in close.

Norman stresses over working at Oscorp and when he holds your hand and kisses you while listening to "dream a little dream of me." It takes all the stress away.

Otto Octavius: Alfred Molina

Otto's favorite thing is cooking with you. When he decides to put off work, he'll spend the whole day making a meal with you.

First you'll go to the farmer's market and you'll grab fresh ingredients, even buying a snack or two to share.

He would definitely buy a nice bottle of wine and when you two get home, he'll play music and you'll both get to work.

Though sometimes it'll cause you both to become a mess and you'll be covered in flour and kisses.

Max Dillon: Jamie Foxx

Max's favorite thing to do is going on walks with you. He loves to go explore and just go outside and see the world.

He always wants to treat you like a queen, opening doors, getting you anything you want. He wants you to feel noticed and appreciated since he never got that before. So the last thing he wants to do is make you feel unwanted.

His favorite part of walking with you is talking with you. Getting to know everything about you makes him happy.

Flint Marko: Thomas Haden Church

Flint's favorite thing with you is gardening with you. He loves all the hard work you both put into it and seeing the flowers bloom.

He loves seeing you in your overalls and big sun hat, planting the flowers and watering them.

He'll even bring his daughter with him and you'll make flower crowns with her and the three of you will laugh and smile as you enjoy your small garden.

Eddie Brock & Venom: Tom Hardy

Eddie and Venom both love to bake with you. Eddie and Venom don't know what it is, but you make the best bake goods.

Of course Venom loved chocolate and when you made a chocolate lava cake, Venom was willing to change hosts.

Eddie loves to come up behind you and hold you, while Venom licks the spoon that's filled with batter. They are so lucky to have you and would never miss the chance to bake with you.

Hope you liked the new post! ✨✨ If you want me to do more of these let me know!! Have an awesome day 💕💕

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 10

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Marc and Steven from Marvel's Moonknight, Bottom Gif: Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 | female

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Marc Spector/Steven Grant/ Jake Lockey (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harringotn (ST), Dr.Sam Owens (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers(ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Jim Hopper (ST) Nancy Wheeler (ST), Lucas Sinclair (ST), Dustin Hednerson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Jonathan Byers (ST)

A/n: Here we go shits goin down just wait till i make billy and Y/n fight

Warnings: Guns, fighting with Billy, chaos is a comin around the corner.

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So you rushed to get the kids at school, driving quickly to the middle school.

Parking in the first spot you seen just in time as the bell rang.

You got out and quickly went to stand by the bike racks.

Mike was the first out, and certainly in a rush.

"Y/n-"

"We need to go." Y/n deamnded.

"No. I need to go to Will's house-"

"Exactly," y/n spoke picking his bike up with ease.

"Hey!" Mike argued, Y/n carrying it to the car and putting it in the back, "Thats my bike! Be careful!"

"Kid! I could give less than one fuck about a bike. Hell. I'll buy you a new one- I know about Will."

Mike looked up at her as she closed the trunk.

"You know about the Shadow Monster-"

"Yeah. Fucker had will draw me." Y/n informed, "Where are the rest of your friends."

"They dont know Will's been seeing it. Just. I do." Mike told, "Im just going, we lost Dart."

"Dustin's pet?" Y/n asked.

"I'll explain on the way."

The two got in but a hand slammed ontop the car on her side.

"You." Billy growled, "what The FUCK is happening. You were just arrested a few hours ago! What did you tell them?"

"I dont have time for this-"

"Oh no- You're gonna fucking answer me!" Billy argued, "Now Y/n!"

"Stay in the car." Y/n told Mike as she got out slamming the door closed.

"I suggest you back up Billy." Y/n threatened

Real names were being used, this was getting serious

He took a step forward they beyond invading personal space now, "Or what."

"Watch yourself." Y/n warned.

"What did you tell them?" Billy questioned once again.

"What? Bout you?" Y/n argued voice raising, "about what your dad does? Bout there Shit justice system. About how you Let it happen-"

"Shut up. Now." He demanded.

"Why? Because you cant swallow the fucking truth?-"

He grabbed her forearm, face leaning in closer.

"And whats the truth."

"You already know the truth: You came to me I helped but you asked me to stop- to not cross that line, yet you know in a god damn heart beat I'd cross that line for you. Its at the back of your throat but you wont swallow it." Y/n argued, "Now let the fuck go of me Billy. Before I break your arm."

He threw her arm to the side, both still in each other's face: "I fucking hate you," he deemed.

"I'll go cry about it then." Y/n shot back turning around to get back in the car and starting to drive off.

"You're dead to me Castiglione! DEAD!" he shouted as she drove off.

You drove off in heavy silence, Mike afraid to even talk

But you obviously distressed.

"You...okay?" He asked.

"Yeah...Yeah nothing I can handle..." Y/n lied with a smile, "Remember. Secret Supehero."

He looked over at her, "Why do older people lie to everyone?"

Y/n sighed: "I don't know."

It was silent the rest of the trip.

You had said you'd cry about it to Billy in sarcasm, but soon as you let Mike out the car to go to Joyce you sat on the porch trying not to cry

Hopper was leaving, shove over his shoulder when he spotted you

Dad mode?

Yes

He took a seat next to you, handing out a pack of cigrattes out to you

"Should a cop be giving a teen a cigratte?"

"Yeah well. We do stupid shit when we're upset." He explained as she took the carton, "plus I was a teenager once."

"Thanks."

She pulled out one and lit it with ease handing it back to him.

"Don't make it a habit."

"I wont." Y/n told rubbing her face, "You know. I moved from New York to Hawkins for some peace."

"Seems like the chaos followed you." Hopper told as he lit his own cigratte.

Y/n chuckled under her breathe, "Chaos follows me everywhere."

"Me and you both kid." Hopper spoke, taking a long inhale of his cigratte before blowing the smoke out his nose.

"Come on." He spoke.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"Come on. Lets go diggin."

Odd but. You follow him anyways

This time he didn't put you in hand cuffs.

And he took you to the farms.

You both got out and he told you to start digging

"For what? Roots?"

"No. Just dig until you hit something." He explained pulling out a pistol, "You know how to use that?"

"Revolver, Sam & Wesson. Model...67?" Y/n spoke looking over the revolver, "Sorry. 66."

He looked at her surpises as she tucked it in the back of her jeans and grabbed her shovel starting to dig.

"Well? Are we diggin? Or are you standing there?" Y/n asked.

He'd proceed to dig with you, making small talk along the way

He actually laughed when you told him you had done what you had to Neil Hargrove

Hopper explained he never liked Neil and that you beating Neil up kinda had made his week.

Apparently from what you could piece together: Neil had said he touched you: got into an arguement over something and it escolated.

He said it was good that you knew how to defend yourself

"My dad taught me." Y/n explained, they both take a small break sitting in the hole "but I have a feeling you don't like him."

"Barely know the guy." Hopper told her.

"I think it's about Joyce." Y/n spoke, "Ya know. Pretty ol Joyce Byers."

He rolled his eyes, smoking his break time cigratte.

"Hard to let someone go you love kid."

"I know..."

"thats what she wants and shes happy. Thats the only bad part. You think you can make her even happier but it doesn't get better than that kid." Hopper lectured with a stretch, "Don't think I've seen Joyce so happy before."

Y/n nodded standing up grabbing the shovel again, they both getting back to it.

"It plays out how it should in the end." Y/n spoke up, "Right?"

Hopper nodded, "Right."

The two contuined digging themselves what could of been there own graves

Tossing dirt over there shoulders and up top till Y/n hit something

"Here."

They both quickly dug and pulled at the black vine like goo

Creating an opening.

"What in the name of America's ass..." Y/n spoke dipping her head downward into the what she assumed was tunnels.

"Fuck- what are you doing-"

Y/n dropped in, with ease. If she was going to be involved might as well as be invested.

She landed on her feet looking both ways Hopper dropping in behind her.

"Well I'll be damned..." Hopper aspirated they both shocked at what was surronding them.

You only pushed forward Revolver in hand

Hopper stopped her, he cutting off his sleeves

"Airs toxic." He explained as she took it from him tying it around her head to make a makeshift mask.

"Just like my realtionship with Stark." Y/n sighed pulling a small flashlight from her boot.

The thing about being in front is your use to Frank keeping up, or you keeping up with Frank

You're use to fast pace, you can sight see later

So when you push on and loose Hopper you're kinda fumbernucked

"Chief!?" Y/n shouted looking around, "Cheif!"

"Oh fuck...I should of listened to Marc..." Y/n sighed contuining on, "what are the odds he's down here with his bird mother fucker..."

She looked around, but the shouting from Hopper caught her attention, she quickly rushing after him.

"Cheif! Cheif!" Y/n shouted looking around "Cheif!!"

Y/n looked down feeling something wrapping around her ankles, "Fu-"

She was pulled by the ankles and too the ground, being dragged down a tunnel.

"Fuck! I just wanted a Normal fucking school year!" Y/n protested in anger as she tried to grab onto something. Her shouting only echoning in the distance.

Meanwhile Dustin was trying to find SOMEONE ANYONE to help him

He was knocking on the Wheeler's door. Just to get an uncaring answer from Mr.Wheeler

"Son of a bitch, you no help at all." Dustin complained walking away.

"Lanuage!" Mr.Wheeler complained shutting the door as Steve had pulled up flowers in his hand he muttering to himself.

"Yeah. I made a mistake. Okay. These are an apology gift for Y/n but I dont know what Im apologizing for even though I do but nothing happened at the halloween party just. I dont know how to tell her what did happen." Steve muttered to himself, he going to ask Nancy for help, and for an apology to Y/n herself, Steve felt like Nancy could atleast do that, "yeah makes sense...:

"Are those for Mrs. Wheeler?" Dustin spoke up.

Steve looked up, "what no-"

Dustin grabbed them, "hey! Man-"

"Do you still have that bat?"

"What?"

"The one with the nails?"

"Yeah. Why?" Steve asked.

"I'll explain on the way lover boy. I need to go to Y/n's house."

So Dustin explained it to him, how he kept a baby demogorgin, and how he named it Dart

And how it REALLY didnt like you

Like. Despited you

"So?" Steve spoke, "You're freaky little pet didnt like Y/n-"

"Im assuming it'll go after her, and she doesnt know anything about the-"

Steve immediately floored it, driving faster to her house.

"Dude! Calm down!"

"If that thing Kills her Henderson, I'll make sure she drags you down to the grave with her!"

"Okay! Okay!"

They make it to your house and Steve bangs on the door.

Frank answers it, cup of coffee in his hand, must've just gotten home from work.

"You better have a good reason for-"

"Is Y/n home?" Steve asked frantically.

"No." Frank spoke, "She went with you last night-"

Matt joined Frank at the door.

"Is something wrong?" Matt questioned, "Y/n's not with you?"

"She's most likely with Billy-" Steve brushed off, "Yeah. There..."

"Probally out at a party." Dustin finsihed.

"Y/n hates parties." Frank argued.

"Yeah! But you know Y/n always the...life of stuff! We're gonna go." Dustin contuined as they both quickly walked away to Steve's car and quickly drove off.

"I'll get my suit." Matt spoke walking off.

Meanwhile your still stuck in the Upside down, hanging upside down, blood rushing to your head as more vines hold your arms straight down.

"What a bunch of a holes leaving me upside down...like atleast sacerfice me in a cool way."

"Hopper!? Hopper!?" A female called from the distance, it was Joyce.

"Oh thank god!" She cried out, she must've gotten Hopper out from wherever he was trapped.

"Kid! Kid!"

"Im here!" Y/n called, "Over here!"

The small group walked towards her, "Who's that?" Y/n asked.

"Im Bob. Im a friend of Joyce."

"Hi Bob Im Y/n. Joyce is dating my dad."

"What are you doing?" Hopper asked.

"Oh Just ya know. Hanging around with Mephisto's sperm." Y/n stated in a matter of fact tone, and glared at him, "What the fuck do you think Im doing!?"

So they helped you down and all of you luckily got out of there of course after being fuckin jumpscared by some guy in a hazmat suit

Your so done with different relams

Cant you just call Dr.Strange for this to be done?

God you wish

When you get out you're panicking seeing what's clearly a goverment operation

But then Will goes into what you can only describe as a severe seizure

Fuck the goverment now.

Wills in obvious pain and your main focus is to get him up and okay

But as quick as you go to help him your shoved away.

Unlike the others you actually detained, despite everyone's shouting for your release.

You fighting them to the best of your ability without severely injuring anyone

But they detain you anyways

And wow. Hawkins Lab who could of guess

There violent with you, or alteast of the verge of violent

They scrub you down with a damn hose while your in cuffs, they've cuffed your ankles.

This is beyond you just knowing now. They have to know something else.

And your chained to your chair, you had bit someone so they muzzled you

A doctor walked in, older man.

"Hello Ms.Castiglione." he spoke tossing a thick file on the table, "what do you prefer?"

Y/n glared at him, "Ms.Castiglione? Or Ms.Castle?"

She didnt answer as he sighed, "Perhaps Ms.Russo?"

"Fuck. You." Y/n spoke, venom dripping from her lips, "My name. Is Y/n Castiglione my father is Franklin Castiglione. I don't know a Russo. "

He nodded, "Alright. Lucky for you it was just a side research on my part. No one else knows."

Y/n was quiet as he opened up the file, "Multiple Premeditated and Conducted Murders. You're quiet Bust Ms.Y/n. I do thank you for taking down that molester slash serial killer, just before you moved to Hawkins. Horrible person he is."

"What do you want? Me to be quiet?"

"Infact. Yes. But I don't think that'd be a problem. With all your...past lets call it?" He explained, "Now I could care less about your track record. Wipe it clean for you if you do me just one small favor. Both you and your dad's track record."

"What."

"Why does this...entity. lets call it. You know. Where you were trapped?"

"The upside down." Y/n filled in.

"Sure. Yes." He went along with, "The upside down. What connection do you have with it?"

"It tried to kill me." Y/n told, "thats the only connection I have to it. Not a good one if you ask me."

"Why is it scared of you?"

"Shit." Y/n spoke leaning back in her chair, " why arent you asking yourself that? Aren't you afraid of me? You're the one threating my track record."

He shifted in his seat: he's uncomfortable.

"Now." Y/n spoke standing up, chains falling off her body, she pulled the muzzle from her face, red lines showed where it once pushed deep into her skin, "Shall we? Doctor-?"

Y/n looked at him as he sat in shock, she leaning in closer.

"Owens." She spoke, "Doctor Owens. Can We go? If its afraid of me. Dont you want me out there?"

He took you around the Lab, you thought you were going to see Will but ended up with Hopper

Both given hazmat suits which you decided against and just took a respirator.

Thats when you seen it for the first time.

The gate.

Unlike Hopper or the others you did hesitate to go and walk up to it.

It was like an infection, that spread throughout a body and that body was loosing

You reached your hand out but it retracted immediately and spread else where.

"What the fuck..." y/n laughed looking back at Hopper who had been yelling at her the whole time to get back.

But did you?

No

You walked through the gate, becausw fuck it at this point

You still dont understand how this place, or thing, or whatever is afraid of you

Can a place be afraid of you? That just doesnt sit right

Unless this Shadow Monster affecting Will is controlling this place

That would make more sense, but why?

Hopper was yelling at you to be careful when you realized it and rushed back through the portal

It knows who you are and if it knows who you are, it knows who your dad is what you both are.

You demanded to know where Will was, and Dr.Owens wouldnt tell you, so you pulled a gun from a gaurd on him.

Eventually you got it out of him and rushed to see him, Dr.Ownes behind you

Will was surpised to see you, and so was Joyce who quickly stood infront of Will's bed.

"Leave now." Joyce demanded.

She knows, "Joyce. Mrs.Byers. please. Let me explain-"

"Explain what?" She questioned, "That you killed people. Both you and you're dad!? The Punisher!? Really!?"

"Mrs.Byers those people had the right to die!" Y/n argued, "you don't understand-"

"No. I don't!-"

"Mrs.Byers. Please. Those people killed children." Y/n explained to her, her expression seemed to let up just the slightest, "Its how I ended up with Frank to begin with. He has my back, and I have his. I may have killed people but I wouldn't lie to no one. Especially not you."

"Why wouldn't you- Frank. Tell me." She asked, genuinely heartbroken.

"I. Its not something you can go flashing around." Y/n explained, "Look. You know me. You know my dad. Frank. My dad loves you and you know he'd do anything for you and your family."

Joyce slowly dropped her shoulders, "i get it. I do. Its scary." Y/n explained.

"But I know. For a fact. That If I can help save any of you. I would." Y/n contuined taking a few steps closer, "and that thing, knows I can do some serious damage. Let me help you."

She sighed, and nodded, Y/n sighing in relief, but wasnt expecting the hug that came next.

Joyce Byers was hugging you, after your whole identity was releved to her.

You don't think you've had anyone hug you after someone knew of well. You killing people.

So Joyce allows you to contuine to help

You sit besides Will.

"Hey bud...do I...scare you?" Y/n asked.

He shook his head no, "No...you're a good person."

Y/n smiled holding his hand,

"Are you kidding?" Mike added, "Your a totally bad ass! Taking down Badguys! I knew you were a superhero!"

Y/n laughed, "thank you Mike...But Will,I scare that thing?"

He nodded.

"Why? Do you know?"

Will shook his head no, "It doesnt like your friends either."

"My friends?" Y/n questioned.

"You're new york friends" He explained, "it doesnt like your dad either."

Y/n was silent for a moment, "fuck-"

Y/n got up quickly, "Where are you going?" Joyce asked.

"Its after my family!" Y/n argued, Dr.Owns throwing her keys.

"Take mine." He spoke, "go!"

You've never rushed off so quick before.

But he never told you what car he drives, and you got fucking annoyed and just broke into one and hot wired it and was off at the speed of light

Plus it was dark outside making it worse.

"Fuck. Marc I could really use you now!" Y/n argued, "Should Of just fucking listened! But No! You wanted a boyfriend! A normal life! Fuck a normal life!"

Y/n made it to her house, jumping out the car and rushing inside the house, no one home.

"Dad! Matt! Matthew!" Y/n shouted, curising as she looked around, "Karen! Peter!"

She walked into his room, "Curt!? Madani!"

No one. She went into her room, pushing over her bed, with ease and going to the loose floorboard.

"Fuck... Y/n cursed, but paused, looking at the vest, she could take it, put it back on.

Instead she grabbed the hatchets besides holstered on a belt.

"I can do this without you." She spoke, covering the floorboard and grabbing knifes from her wall.

"Thank god for Loki." Y/n spoke kissing one of the blades before holstering them on her belt.

Y/n covered the hole again and left to find her family.

You walked out the house, looking up at the full moon and screamed at the top of your lungs for Moonknight.

You were glad when part of the moon became blocked out, it Marc in the ceremonial armour landing at your feet.

"Now you need me?" Marc asked the coustume breaking away.

"Get in the damn car." Y/n ordered getting in the driver seat, "I need Steven."

"Well of course you do." Steven spoke getting into the passanger seat, "What is it today love? Midnight sons? Ancient Egyptian battle-"

Y/n speed off quickly, "Well slow down!" Steven complained.

"Theres a gateway here in Hawkins. To what they call the Upside down- It knows about me and Frank. I dont know where he is! And You need to help me!"

"Where the bloody hell would he be?" Steven asked

"I don't know!-"

Y/n floored on the breaks, rocking them both forward, "The Byers house."

"What?"

"The Byers house! If Frank's going to look for anyone it'd be at the Byers house! Fuck he knows me too well!" Y/n argued making a fast U turn, going back to Joyce's house.

"Who's the Byers!" Steven asked

"The moms Franks Girlfriend!"

"Frank has a girlfriend!?" Marc aspirated.

So you quickly drove to Joyce's house, well you where-

Until you stopped, smelling blood as you floored on the breaks.

"Marc I need you to contuine to look for my dad." Y/n explained getting out the driver seat.

"Excuse me!?"

"Look! Go look for my dad!" Y/n ordered, "Please."

He sighed, "You're lucky I like you."

He shifted over and took her seat, "becareful. I know you sense ya know....werid shit."

Y/n nodded.

You watched Marc drive off as you walked into the forest

You smelled Blood and Unlike Matt you couldnt identify who's blood

But with everything going on.. it was best to check

You found yourself farther than you thought as you made it to what seemed to be an old dumping grounds, an old bus, some old cars along with rubble here and there.

"Hello!" Y/n called.

She stopped when something squished below her.

"Aw...shit...always my fuckin feet..." y/n complained raising her foot.

Y/n kneeled down, taking a knife from her belt. Sticking it in the substance and bringing it closer. It was meat. Most likely beef from the color, or perhaps pork-

"Y/n!" Someone whispered in a rush. She looked up.

"Get over here!"

She looked up, and squinted, "Max?"

There was a low growl, Y/n pausing in her spot.

The bus door opened slowly, barely making a squeak Steve slowly walking out, hand loose in one hand and the other one out in sign for her to not make a move. Then brought a finger to his lips to tell her to keep quiet.

Another low growl as Y/n turned her head.

Just a rabid dog at first glance. Until it got closer. It's head made of what could be a flower bulb as it stalked closer.

Y/n slowly pulled one of her hatches from her side.

"Steve." Y/n started, "get in the bus."

"What-"

"Get in the fuckin' bus." Y/n ordered.

"No."

"I'm not-"

The growl came closer as it slowly closed in.

"Fuckin' stay close then..." Y/n whispered to him facing the dog.

It came running at the two, jumping for it's killing just for Y/n to slash it off to the side.

"Let me guess. Gift from a god." Steve spoke another growl being heard from behind, Steve's shoulder blades met hers quickly, they back to back.

"No." Y/n responded, "sharpened from the thrift store. Camping department."

"Keep on the toes in a circle," Y/n told taking the second hatchet out a second dog coming at them, Steve takinga swing at it, knocking it off and back into the on rolling fog.

"Gotta admit." Steve spoke up, twilring the bat in his hand, "Kinda hot seeing you kick ass Killer."

"Not the time to flirt hot shot." Y/n laughed.

"Steve! Y/n!" Dustin shouted.

"Busy!" Y/n complained.

"There's More!" Lucas shouted, "A shit load more!"

Y/n and Steve looked around them, they completely surronded by more of these flower head dogs.

"Oh..." y/n started.

"Fuck..." Steve finished.

"Abort! Abort!" Dustin shouted.

"Go! Go!" Y/n shouted.

The two took back back towards the bus, Steve rushing in with Y/n behind him, yet one clamped down on her hand.

"AH!" Y/n screamed.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted regripping his bat.

But Y/n dragged the monster in and Dustin shut the foor.

"Im keeping my fucking hand!" Y/n shouted at it, grabbing the lip of the monster and forcing it's mouth open.

"Holy Shit!" Max screamed Y/n getting her hand out and holding onto one of its petal like lips.

"Fuck. You!"

She pulled at it's mouth forcing it more open than it should be naturally, it screeching in pain as Y/n raised her foot up.

"Die! You!" Y/n shouted kicking it down, "peice!"

With more force and the help of her weight the thing was split, "Of shit!" She shouted for a final time, it dieing as Y/n threw it off to the side.

She falling onto the floor with heavy breathe, leaning against one of the broken seats "fuck..."

They looked at her in Horror, she covered in blood and guts, then the kids lauged.

"YOU'RE A TOTAL BAD ASS!" They cheered.

Yet it didnt last long as the dogs charged at the door, trying to get in, resulting in the fear setting back in.

"FUCKING HELL! IM DONE WITH FUCKING FLOWER FUCKIN FACES!" Y/n shouted grabbing the bat from Steve.

"Y/n! Y/N!"

You had already gone to the door where Dustin had tried to block it in and with the reching in demodog you beat it half to death.

Yet it didnt stop there, a scream from Max ripping you attention away, one of these dogs, screeching down at her from the open bus emergency exit.

But before anyone could make a move, it stopped and looking off to the side it chirping, growling then roaring before it left in a hurry.

You guys were quiet no one making a move for a good five mintues.

Steve was out the door first, back with his signature bat in hand as he checked

But the creatures had just vanished

And now that you all have a mintue to breathe in the outside air the adrenaline is starting to wear off.

"Dustin." Y/n called, "you got duck tape in that backpack of yours?"

He went through his bag, "Yeah. Here."

Y/n thanked him wrapping her bleeding hand and past her wrist in duck tape, "here."

He was in compelte shock as you just contuined on without a care, putting your hatchets away at your sides.

You all walked off, hoping to find where they went, Lucas found from using his binoculars that they went "home" Hawkins Lab

You told them last time you checked, Will was there

Dustin and Lucas started to try and fill you in

But you said you already knew, and not to worry you could handle it.

You stayed in the back of the group, Max walking besides you.

"Are...you okay?" She asked.

Y/n nodded, "yeah... this? Its nothing."

It was silent, "I know...you and Billy."

"I don't wanna talk about it..." Y/n responsed.

"But I just-"

"Look! Max! I don't care what you think!" Y/n argued, in a whispered shout, "my dad's god knows where, Im dead to Billy! I-"

She stopped rubbing over her face taking a deep breathe in, "Im...look Im sorry...I just...want everyone safe."

"Is that a superhero thing?" Max asked, "taking everything on yourself?"

"It just may be...Im not much of a hero..."

"Just a badass?" Max asked

Y/n chuckled, "Just a badass."

"Well..." she spoke, "if the badass doesn't mind. I don't mind helping with anything."

Y/n smiled patting Max on the head, "I'll remember that. Your first lesson when shits not grinding in the fan. Hot wiring."

"Really!?"

"No."

You all contuined forward, and you had to break up some stupid fight between Lucas and Dustin

Even tho they both yellled at you to stay out of it.

"Look! Both of you!" Y/n shouted, "You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! You both get that!?"

"But-" Lucas tried to interveine.

"I said You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! Do you both get that!? Or will I have to have The winter soilder come and stab both of you in the eye!" Y/n argued.

"You know The Winter Soilder?!" The two asked.

"Not the point!" Y/n argued, "so lets just. Go. Alright?"

The two nodded and contuined down the railroad path.

You all coming up on the lab.

Hearing hellos coming from the distance you all started towards the sound. Just for it to be Jonathan.

And Nancy...

Great she first tries to steal your boyfriend, talks to you like nothing happened, and then she was with your brother-Jonathan, she was with Jonathan.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Us!?" Nancy asked, "We're looking for Mike and Will."

"Shit what happen to your hand?" Jonathan asked Y/n grabbing the ducktaped hand.

"Nothing big-"

"Wait what are you doing here?" Nancy asked her.

"Right now? Getting Mike and Will out of there." Y/n argued pointing towards the lab.

"Gate has no power." Jonathan told her.

"Fuck..." Y/n spoke pulling away from him, looking up at the gate, "I can jump it-"

"Are you insane?!" Nancy asked, "That's barbed wire-"

"And?" Y/n asked walking towards the Fence serveying the area,"not as bad as you think."

She started to climb the fence.

"Y/n! Woah woah!" Steve stopped her, "You're injured-"

"Will and Mike are in there!" Y/n defended and started to climb again, but Nancy pulled her down.

"Are you trying to die?" Nancy argued.

Y/n turned to her getting dangerously close, "no but your going to if you touch me again."

Nancy looked offended, "What the hell-"

"Blow it out your ass Nancy." Y/n argued, "You're just Bullshit. You're pure bullshit!"

"Y/n-"

"Be quiet." Y/n ordered, "You stop me again, I will hurt you."

Y/n climbed over the fence, just barely able to throw herself over the barbed wire.

"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "Y/n!"

You ignored him and managed to hurry to the building, yet the door wouldnt open and if the power is off...

You managed with one of your longer pins to slide it between the door and the door frame wiggling around till you heard a click and the door opened letting you in

It's time to go safe the homies now

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The Flirtatious Incident

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Request from @radnickelmongerauthor: Hey! I was wondering if you could write something where Y/N liked Peter before he was Spider-Man. They started dating, but after his incident in at the gym with Flash, Gwen started flirting with Peter. Y/N gets jealous and Peter Parker shows her the night of her life.

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I tried doing a little bit of SMUT, but it probably isn't. Sorry it took me so long to post this!

Summary: Knowing Peter Parker was a blessing and a curse. I guess after the confrontation with Flash Thompson in the gymnasium, everyone had eyes on your boyfriend (Peter Parker), including Gwen Stacy. Peter said it was no big deal, but to you it was something. I guess Gwen hadn't gotten the hint, however Peter was starting to like this jealous side of you.

Notes:

Max is your brother's name (he's a freshman)

Your brother is best friends with Peter

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Warnings: SMUT (sort of)

Peter Parker x-reader

Midtown High School's hallways were filled with students as Monday morning went on. Mr. Hawkins walked down the hallway, talking with his wife, the school's counselor for the Freshmen. The woman glanced at my brother and me, and she gave us a small welcoming smile.

Flash stood by his locker - a few lockers down - probably teasing some freshy. Max and I glanced down at the bully and rolled our eyes at his tone towards the young high schooler.

Max caught my eye and shook his head in laughter. My brunette brother put in the combination of the blue-colored locker and then pulled out his English textbook and notebook. After I had opened my locker, I saw my boyfriend walking down the hallway. "Hey, Peter," I said as he stood beside me. He kissed my cheek and then unlocked his locker between me and Max's.

I could sense Flash's glaring eyes land on the back of my boyfriend's head. Max glanced at his best friend and then at Flash, who tried to open up his locker, but failed miserably as his attention was focused on Peter Parker.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at Flash's intent gaze. Gwen Stacy walked over to Flash and helped him open up his stuffed locker. She followed his stare over to Peter. She smirked and twirled her fingers in a flirtatious wave.

I felt the blood in my body boil as I saw Ms. Blondie stare at my boyfriend in awe. She winked at him as Peter nervously looked away. Flash shut his locker with a loud bang, the other lockers rattling from the slam.

Some students whipped their heads at the sound of the bully's actions. Flash and a bunch of his friends crowded around their 'pack leader' as they all trekked down the hallway.

Midtown High's bully went out of his way to push Peter aside when they reached our lockers. Gwen's eyes clouded with anger as she saw me put a hand on Peter's shoulder, asking if he was alright.

Max sighed while watching the scene play out, almost like it was a Riverdale episode gone wrong. Gwen twirled her hair as she rushed over to the three of us. "Petey, are you alright?" she asked, setting an amorous hand on his forearm.

"Y-Yeah, I'm alright. Just Flash being an ass," Peter answered. I clenched my fists when Gwen played with the button on my boyfriend's sleeve. Max watched intently, moving his stare between Gwen and me.

The morning bell rang. Students stepped away from their lockers and headed to their assigned classrooms. He cleared his throat and then broke apart the 'Riverdale episode.'

"Alright," my brother sighed, "Peter and his girlfriend should probably get to class."

Gwen looked at me and smiled sarcastically, continuing to put her hand on Peter's arm. She moved it slowly up to the nape of his neck, playing with the pieces of his brown hair.

"No, I think I'm going to stay here," Gwen said, "Y/N can go though." I jerked my head to Gwen, steam practically radiating off of me. Max grabbed Gwen's hand and lightly pushed her away.

"Y/N/N and Peter need to get to class," my brother said, a little more tense this time. Gwen pulled her arm away from Max's grip and rubbed her wrist from my brother's grasp. Gwen huffed in annoyance, tossed her blonde hair to the side, and then made her way down the hallway.

Max grabbed his backpack and followed Gwen so she wouldn't return to Peter and me. "I'm this close to drop-kicking that blondie," I said, showing up my index finger and my thumb to demonstrate how long I had to punch the living hell out of Gwen Stacy.

Peter looked down at me and smiled, biting his lip slightly (GIF Above). I stared at my boyfriend with my mouth agape, feeling my heart skip a beat. "Don't give me that look," I said and shook my head. He tilted his head, continuing to smirk at me. "What look?" Peter replied.

"The look you give me whenever I try to be serious," I responded, setting my hands on my hips. Peter leaned down to kiss me, but the two of us were interrupted by our principal.

"Mr. Parker, Ms. Y/L/N!" she exclaimed, "Don't you have a class to go to?"

Peter closed his eyes slightly and groaned in frustration. He picked up his skateboard then put it into his locker. He grabbed his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. "And we're heading there right now," I said, giving Ms. Williams a thumbs up.

She slowly nodded then motioned her head to the end of the hallway. Peter put a hand on my lower back, leading me to our English Literature class.

______

(Time Skip: After school)

The moon let out a white and silver glow into my room. Sounds of crickets and small birds rang outside the bedroom window as I sat at my desk. I stretched my arms, leaning back in my chair. Max knocked on my door and then opened it once I replied to his knock.

I looked up from the laptop. My brother gave me a tender smile and then set a plate down with a slice of pizza and some potato chips. "You missed dinner," he said after he put a glass of water beside the plate.

"Sorry, was mom mad?" I asked, looking up from the slice of pizza. He shrugged and leaned against the doorway of my room. I took a bite of the pizza and then drank the iced water. "Not really, she was preoccupied with work," Max replied. "Again?" I said, shocked.

Mom had just gotten a promotion at her office, and she was beyond excited about it. She wouldn't stop talking about how Jared - her work best friend - spent long nights after work had finished reading up on some new leads for an article they were working on.

There were three sides to our mother: the investigative journalist, a laidback mom, and a mom who says she'll kick your ass if she has to. Max grabbed some chips off the plate and then left my room with the door closing behind him.

I chuckled and looked back at my laptop. I sighed at the Statistics homework. Mr. Scott had assigned us for the day. A small knock sounded from the window.

I quickly glanced at the window and saw a flash of red. I took a double take and saw Spiderman sitting in front of the window. Peter slipped off the mask and gave a quick smile. I sighed, quickly finished my meal then opened up the glass window.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, letting my boyfriend into my room. Peter threw his backpack to the side then closed the window behind him. Without warning, Peter smashed his lips onto mine, bringing his hands up to hold the sides of my face.

I sunk into the kiss as the two of us sat in front of the bedroom window. Peter unzipped my blue jacket then tossed it to the side. I felt his hand try and reach for the hem of my favorite shirt.

I broke the kiss and looked at my boyfriend, very confused. His hands remained on my waist. I let out a small laugh and furrowed my brows. "What's with you?" I inquired. Peter shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the door.

With a swift movement, he shot a web to lock the door then quickly swiped the curtains so they covered my window that overlooked the city. Peter changed his gaze to me, shifting from one eye to the other.

"Not that I hate you kissing me," I said. The brown-eyed boy chuckled and shook his head at my statement. I leaned forward and kissed him again, his hands successfully slipping the t-shirt over my head.

Peter and I continued to kiss as articles of clothing were being thrown all over the place. The feeling of Peter's lips trailed up the side of my neck, his arms wrapping around my waist so I was pressed against his chest.

I yelped slightly when Peter leaned back and flipped me over so he was hovering over me. The same flirtatious smile from earlier this morning slowly crept on his face. "Guess who says hi?" Peter inquired, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.

"If you say Gwen Stacy so help me-"

Peter interrupted my sentence by crashing his lips to mine, resting his hands on either side of my face, deepening the kiss. I sat up from the bed as I continued to kiss him, twirling his brown hair with my fingers. Our make-out session was interrupted by a loud knocking on my bedroom door. "Shit," Y/N said, "Who is it?"

"It's dad," my dad replied. My eyes widened at my father's response. I lightly pushed Peter off me and ushered him to hide in the closet.

He stumbled to the closet and picked up his spider suit and backpack. I closed the door behind him then slipped on an oversized t-shirt before making my way to the door. I quickly unlocked and opened it up, revealing a very confused father.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine," I said, sighing.

"I heard noises, what're you doing?" my dad asked. "I was..." I trailed, "I was watching this movie, and it had some fight scenes. Sorry, I didn't realize how loud it was." My father slowly nodded at my reply.

He looked over my shoulder and saw my bed was all messed up, along with clothing lying on the floor. My father looked back at me with an even more confused face. "I was in my bed watching it," I continued, "Listen, I'm not feeling good. So, I should probably get some rest."

My dad nodded slowly and closed the door. I sighed in relief, then turned back around to see Peter sitting on my bed, with only his boxers on. He gave me the same look he gave me earlier.

He smirked and bit his lip slightly. "If that happens again, you're going to be the one I'm going to dropkick," I said, pointing at him. He flicked his wrist, and a little webbed rope latched onto my wrist. Peter pulled me close, and the two of us fell onto my bed, on top of each other.

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Will You Be Mine?

Masterlist

author note: AAHHH MY FIRST PETER FIC!!! The way I'm so excited for y'all to read this.

Background info: Gwen is alive just not connected to Peter.

Tasm!Peter x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

song: Beginning Middle End -Leah Nobel

warning(s): cussing, peter is a sweetie, this whole thing is corny tbh lol

Sometimes, you get what you’ve always been wishing for

And most times it’s not on your deadline, but that’s alright

September 30, 2022

“That’s not the point Gwen. The point is that Ben is dating MJ, Anna is dating Remy, and you’re transferring to fucking Oxford because you got offered your dream job. I’m single and work at the university library that literally no one goes to unless its midterms or finals.”

“Why are you in such a rush? You’re only 22.”

“Okay? You’re 22 too! You’ve accomplished so much. I feel like I’m letting all my years just fly by. I haven’t even been in love. People from my high school literally have children and are married. My current commitment is literally to a Jane Austen novel. I just wanted to at least be in a committed relationship or something by junior year.”

“You have time. You don’t have a deadline to find love.”

“Yeah yeah. I gotta get to organic chem. Be here when I get back?”

“You know it.”

I was worn out and jaded

From trying on people to love

But you fit so well

April 1, 2023

“You know before I met you I was gonna swear off men and turn myself into the nunnery.”

“You’re not even Catholic.”

“I know.”

“Oh, whatever. You were not gonna do that.”

“Okay fine maybe not, but I was about to give up on love. It was just so tiring trying to someone to be with. It was like trying to find a pair of jeans that fit perfectly without any crotch bump or that weird gap in the back. You, however, were the perfect fit.”

“Were you this cheesy when we met?”

I squinted at him and then just sighed. “Don’t you have Spidey duties to tend to?”

“Hear any police sirens?”

“No.”

“Then no. I’m all yours baby.”

When they ask why

I can never explain

March 14, 2023

“I just need to know. Peter Parker? Awkward skater dude? Why him out of everyone on this campus?”

“I don’t know Gwen. He’s just. I don’t know. Remember when I got back from chemistry that one day?”

“Yeah?”

“When he sat down he told me his name and I swear I heard a symphony. A symphony bitch. If that’s not a sign then I don’t know what is.”

“I think you need to give romance books a break.”

“I’m serious Max! I just kne- *Kim Possible text tone* It’s Peter. I gotta go.”

“What? Didn’t you just get here?”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry, but I completely forgot that I promised Pete that I’d go to the museum with him.”

“It’s fine I have packing to do but tell Parker I’d really appreciate having my best friend back!” she yells to me as I’m speed walking towards the door.

“I will!”

Sometimes, it’s hard to see what the future holds

And most times, it feels like a steep climb

And that’s alright

2 weeks before graduation

I’m staring at Pete sitting at my desk from my bed. He’s going through his camera roll; looking at some pictures we just got back from taking on the Brooklyn Bridge. I couldn’t help this uneasiness in my stomach whenever I would look up from him. I enjoy being with him a lot, but what if these moments I cherish so much with him will be ending soon? I guess I knew subconsciously that we were eventually gonna have the after graduation talk. I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. Was this just a college thing?

“What are you overthinking?” I hear Peter ask me from across the room.

“Are we gonna break up when we graduate?”

There’s nothing, but silence. I look up and see Pete just staring at me.

“If that’s what you want.”

I could hear the crack in his voice.

“No! God, no! It’s just.. we never talked about what we would do after college. We never discussed if we were staying together or if this was just a college thing.”

“I’m sorry I just assumed that we were together no matter what. I’d become a freelance photographer and you’d work at The Met.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah, that works.”

I know it’s just Peter, but I’m so embarrassed right now. I can’t even look at him. I get up and decide to go to the kitchen, so the awkwardness in the atmosphere dissipates. Once I get to the kitchen I kind of just stand there staring at the fridge. It’s more of me just zoning off and replaying the previous events in my head. All of a sudden the sight of the blurry fridge is replaced with a blurry Peter.

“Can’t believe you thought us graduating was gonna rid you of me. You’re stuck with me for a while. Probably life.” He says while hugging me. I squeeze a bit harder. Savoring the moment, a bit longer. “You’re it for me bug.” And that right there made me burst out in tears.

“You know there’s no backing out now, right?” I say though sniffling.

“Do you?” He says with extra emphasis on the “you”.

There’s magic in details

The tender small gestures of love

And they all add up

Current Day

“Babe, babe, where is that charm bracelet I gave you for your birthday last year?” Peter asks when he lands on my window ledge.

“Well, hello to you too.” I say while giggling and getting up from my desk, so I can walk over to him. Checking for bruises and such.

“Hey. Now, Where’s the bracelet?”

“Last time I checked it was on my wrist. Why?”

“I got you another charm. Remember how you said it would be cool to have a Spider-Man charm for your bracelet, so you could take me everywhere you go? Well, I made one.”

“Stop. Let me see it!” It was absolutely gorgeous. Had his signature colors and everything.

“Here, let me put it on.”

I put my wrist out so he can attach it to the next available space on the bracelet. My heart swells up looking at him put the charm on so diligently. I will never be able to convey to him how much this means to me.

“And voila. Mini me.”

I just busted out laughing because what the fuck.

“Okay, was there a reason you came in here at the speed of light just to give me a charm?”

“It’s not just a charm! I’m offended. It’s a charm that you said you wanted, so I spent time making it, so I could give it to my lovely girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

“No, but almost breaking my window coming in here was,” I say with an underlining joking tone. “Did you have somewhere to be after this?”

“No, just wanted to give it to you as soon as possible.”

“Alright bug boy strip.”

“Oh? Is this my thank you?” He said wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re gross you know that right? I’m checking to make sure nothing is broken. You might get a thank you after. Now strip.”

7 months later

And they said writing a song would be hard. This was probably one of the easiest things I’ve done. I can’t wait to sing it for Peter. Speaking of, he texted me that he was 5 minutes away 5 minutes ago so

“Darling? Love of my life? Please open your window. It’s freezing.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why it's closed.” I said while laughing and going to open the window. I made sure to lay out some warm pajamas for him, so he could go straight to the shower. He jumps off the windowsill and tries to sit down on my bean bag until I started yelling.

“AH! You know better! Go take a shower before you catch a cold.”

“But bug.”

“But bug nothing. Go.”

He hangs his head but goes to take a shower. I decide to get my guitar ready, so as soon as he’s settled I can sing for him. He’s in there for about 15 minutes before he comes out. I will admit seeing him come out of our bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist did something to me, but we are going to have just a sweet night tonight where I don’t end up almost having our neighbors complain to the landlord about loud noise past 10. Besides. I don’t miss seeing the developing bruises on his ribcage.

“Remember how I told you I wanted to write a song?”

“Mhm.” He replies knowingly while putting on his pajamas.

“Well, I finished.”

He whips his head towards me. “No way. Let me hear it.”

I go to pick up my guitar, but he picks me up from my seat so he can take my place while moving me to sit on his lap.

“Babe, I need my guitar.”

“Do you really?” He says while holding me tighter making sure I can’t get up to get my guitar.

“You’re abusing your spider powers by holding me captive.”

“What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He says while smiling mischievously at me. “Now, come on. I need to hear this amazing song you wrote.”

“How do you know it’s amazing? You haven’t even heard it yet.”

“Because you wrote it.”

“You’re so corny.”

I sing most of the song without looking at him, because I know he’s giving me that look that makes me re-fall in love with him and I can’t handle that right now. I get closer to the ending and that’s when I decide to look at him because it’s the verse that really brought this song to be.

“Five years later, and I’m still yours. Ten years later, and I’m still yours. Fifty years later, and I’m still your beginning and middle and end.” And that repeats again and then I finish off the song by saying, “Will you be mine?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“In five, ten, and fifty years I’ll be yours.”

There it is. The look that makes me re-fall in love with him.

“And I’ll be yours,” I reply before he pulls me in for a kiss.

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[vendettaparker]

Dancing With Your Ghost [P.P]

Summary: Every night you’re visited by a ghost from the past.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: ANGST TO THE MAX, smoking, alcohol, swearing

a/n: this is probably the most depressing thing i’ve written. it’s just all sad, no happy ending, no fluff, sorry! :/ loosely based off the song “Dancing with your Ghost” by Sasha Sloan, which was like my fav song for a whole ass month. it’s a really good song, highly recommend :)

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     11:47. Fuck. You’re going to be late. You waved down the bartender and held up two fingers, signaling for two more beers. It’s fine, you could surely be late just this once. He’d forgive you, right? He always did. You finished the last few sips of your previous beer just as the bartender came to you with two more clutched in his hands. You dropped a $50 in front of him and started leisurely sipping your next beer, slowly feeling your sense of reality fade away. 

     Another half hour and you’d finished both beers. Stumbling slightly, you got up and started your trek back to your dingy Queens apartment. You only lived a few blocks from the bar so you made in home what seemed like record time, but who could really tell when you were two shots away from blacking out. The smell of weed, smoke, and old books filled your nose when you entered your apartment. The old book smell had always been a part of you. You were supposed to be an english major, in fact, this would have been your second year of your bachelors. What a fucking waste. Guess whatever talent you had in english didn’t do you any good. The weed and smoke were new scents that always seemed to follow you. After the incident you couldn’t just talk about your feelings like everyone else had. That didn’t nearly calm the throbbing in your chest or the screaming in your head. You needed something more. Something to make the world go quiet. 

     You walked around piles of laundry and old take out containers to make your way to your room, no doubt where the smell was the strongest. You walked into the room and closed the door behind you, pushing a towel in the crack between the door and the floor to prevent any draft from getting in. You then went to your window and locked it, doing the same with smaller dish rags. No drafts. That’s the only way to know that it’s real. That he’s really there. 

     You scrambled around the room a bit more in your drunken haze and found the disk for your old favorite song. His favorite song too. You put it in the CD player and let the album play a few songs while you searched in the mess of books and dust for a pack of cigarettes. You found a half empty pack just as the song you were waiting for started to play. The soft jazz melody floated through the air and you lit a cigarette, breathing it in slowly, feeling your nerves slightly calm. Talking to him always made you nervous, even when you both could practically feel the love you had for one another, he still made your stomach do somersaults. 

     Just as the first line of the song was echoing through the room, you felt it. The light breeze encompassing your body. He was here. 

     You sat on the bed and waited for him to give you a sign again. It only took a few moments for a slight dip in your bed to appear beside you. Any other person would’ve never even noticed the change, but not you, you were too attentive, too desperate to believe he was there. The temperature in the room had dropped significantly and you held your knees to your chest to preserve body heat, all while looking at the little dip in the comforter. 

     “Peter,” you sighed, smiling softly at the empty space where he would be. “Sorry, I know I’m late.” 

     Your words into the void were only met with silence, they always were though. You sniffled and took another drag from your cigarette. “Just been real hard, y’know? I can’t seem to sleep without a drink or two. I just don’t like how loud everything is.” You shrugged, once again only met with silence. The dip in the bed remained, not wavering in the slightest. 

     You sighed, once again feeling defeated not being able to hear his voice or words of encouragement. “You never let me say goodbye y’know.” You said, casually. “I came to the hospital three times that week. Stayed for over four hours each time. I didn’t—I didn’t know you had already left. Nobody told me jack shit.” Tears of frustration and anguish welled  up in your eyes. Still, you were only met with silence. The song that sifted through the room had stopped and the album continued on. 

     “I know I shouldn’t say this, but, why’d you do it? Huh? Why couldn’t you have just saved yourself? Just this once.” You sniffled. “I know, it’s selfish to say that. But I just—” you huffed out a short sob, “love is a selfish thing, I suppose. Cus’ you know I’d do anything to have you back. Anything.”

     You wallowed in the silence for the next couple of minutes, taking a drag of your cigarette here and there. 

     “I think I’m going insane.” You finally said. “I mean, I’m talking to myself, thinking that you’re really here listening.” You wiped your tired eyes and looked at the dip in the bed more intently. “But you are here, aren’t you? You’d never disappoint me by not showing up, right?” 

     You shifted around on the bed, finally settling on laying on your back, head turned to continue to stare at the dip. 

     “Even if I am crazy and I’m talking to myself right now, can you blame me? I was finally happy and it only lasted a few months. Of course I’d be off the rails by now.” You stated, trying to think logically if all these ‘encounters’ with Peter had only been in your head. 

     “Doesn’t matter anyways. It’s better tricking myself into believing you’re here than knowing you’re not.” Your eyes started to droop no matter how desperately you wanted to keep them opened to continue your conversation. 

     “Peter, I’m so tired.” You sighed, closing your eyes, sticky with tears. “If I go to sleep, promise you’ll visit again?” 

     Your mind started falling, slowly plummeting into a deep state of unconsciousness. You hummed out more unintelligible nonsense in a feeble attempt to stay awake. Just before the lights in your mind went completely out, you heard a soft, barely there voice come for the dip in the bed, 

     “Promise.”

[merpiplier]

It’s a Strange way of Saying that I Know...

Summary: Peter 3 gets back to his own universe and immediately looks into what’s changed; a lot has, some stayed the same, and around the corner Peter finds his new beginning, his older variants words ringing in his head.

Warnings: angst (I mean, it’s tasm peter, there’s gotta be angst), coffee shop au? as a warning?, probably ooc, basically 2 bi-disasters meet and fall in love in the most cliche way ever

Peter sighed as he stood up, groaning as he stretched and glanced around down the alley he’d gotten dropped back into. He was back home, well… his version of home.

His body ached all over, the fight with five of the various Spider-Men’s villains leaving him bruised and beaten. But… relieved, at the same time.

After 6 years… he knows now how he could’ve saved her…

The thought made his eyes sting.

Footsteps started getting closer, and Peter felt a jolt of panic for a moment as he pulled his mask on. He stayed still as possible as a woman walked by, bundled in a thick coat and scarf rushed by, cussing about being late. He sagged with relief and looked up, zipping to the roof of the building nearby.

He had to get home, get his stuff, see what’s changed if anything.

He hoped they’d changed things.

5:08 AM found Peter Parker at his apartment, going through his old texts, voice mails, reading through articles to piece together how their efforts in the other universe had changed his own.

No Lizard. No Electro. Dr. Connor’s was still at Oscorp, with no ambitions to bring New York to the next step in human evolution. Max Dillon was still an electrical engineer as well. Harry…

Well… Not everything changed.

Gwen was still gone, and nobody but Harry or his past self could know exactly what happened. And Harry had been killed much like the Green Goblin from his older variant’s universe.

“I knew it was too good to be true…” Peter muttered, wiping at his eyes. He’d hoped that that would’ve changed. Even if they weren’t together, or didn’t talk anymore, at least she’d be alive… He’d hoped so much for it.

Rubbing a hand harshly down his face, Peter slapped his laptop shut, threw his phone on his messy desk and proceeded to face plant into his bed. He was emotionally, physically and mentally drained after all that. His New York could get by without Spider-Man for at least 4 hours.

9 am, and Peter was packing his suit into his backpack, with the slim hope that he could wash it before he actually had to use it again, and running out the door to get to work. He had thought about trying to get a position as an intern at Oscorp or something, a long time before he’d found all the videos and clues left behind by his dad, and with every one working there becoming some form of super-villain… probably not the best idea.

Instead, Peter had to run to the coffee shop closest to the Daily Bugle, so he could get everyone’s orders to them as quick as possible, and hopefully he could sell some of his pictures so he could actually pay rent in time this week.

With a huff, bundling himself up in his coat, Peter ducked inside the cafe, shivering slightly from the biting wind. He glanced up and sagged at the sight of the line. Great. 

Peter bounced his leg as he waited, glancing around the shop to see if it looked any different. Maybe a bit? Honestly, he’d been getting so little sleep lately it was a surprise he could remember anything at this point.

He remembered the older version of himself in the other universe, frowning slightly. He should’ve asked his age, seen how long it’d take before his life might finally come together. It sounded like he at least was in a much better head space than he was. Peter was, for lack of a better term, a complete fucking wreck, on a good day.

“Uh, guy, you ready?”

Peter blinked, coming back to the present to find-

Oh.

Oh holy hell.

“Um…” Big brown eyes stared at Peter, glancing past him then back. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Peter swallowed. “Uh, fine, I’m, yeah, I’m good.”

“Cool.” A beat, as the employee glanced down again, then arched a dark brow. “You… gonna order?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Peter cursed under his breath, pulling his phone out so he could list all the things he needed for the office, once he was done he looked back up to the man in front of him, watching dark hair with a red ombre fall in his face as he tapped on the tablet in front of him, his jaw dusted with stubble and his voice smooth like a perfect latte as he spoke again.

“That everything?” A wordless nod as Peter continued to stare. The man grinned and Peter melted. “Name?”

“Parker. Oh, uh, Peter. Peter Parker.”

The man nodded, looking back up. “We’ll call you when you’re ready.”

“Cool.”

A beat, before Peter felt an elbow in his back and he jolted, stepping out of the line, but continuing to watch the man work behind the counter. Eventually another employee came to take his place, and he disappeared into the back. Peter felt himself deflate in disappointment, and he sighed, pulling out his phone to message Jameson he’ll be running a bit late.

“Peter Parker?” His phone went off at the same time as that smooth voice called out into the cafe.

Peter quickly pocketed his phone and smiled as he walked up to the counter. “Yes?”

The man nodded to a triple layer of drinks and carriers. “Your drinks.”

“Thanks.” Peter glanced down to the man’s lapel, and froze. “M-M.J…”

Oh my god. Was this… did he have an MJ too?! 

“You’re welcome, Mr. Parker.”

Peter swallowed, looking up again. “Uh, Peter. Peter is fine.” He grinned, probably a little manically, his mind running a million miles an hour. “I’ll see you around.”

MJ nodded slowly, waving before he turned to go back into the back. Peter had to resist the urge to skip out of the cafe. He carefully scooped up the carriers and walked out, grinning like a complete idiot. Maybe this week wasn’t so bad.

First he got to travel between dimensions and find out that all the things he thought were impossible were possible, met a wizard, and his other selves, and cured Connors and Max. Then he met someone who could possibly be his MJ. Does that mean soulmates are real, too? Cause if MJ was a constant across the universe like that then… well, they had to be, right?

Now, was he ready for that? 

Peter slowed, his smile fading slightly. He missed Gwen, more and more ever single day, impossibly so. There wasn’t a day he didn’t think about her and regret ever letting her get mixed up with him. But… she wouldn’t want him to just mope about for the rest of his life.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and Peter blinked, then cursed when he realized he’d walked three blocks passed the Daily Bugle. He spun around, carefully re-balancing the drinks and jogged back, preparing himself to face Jameson’s wrath.

[percywinchester27]

A lot like ‘Us’: Separation

Word count: 1.6K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Mentions of multiple deaths, feels, fluff

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: This timestamp takes place before the first chapter of the series. I wrote it for myself, because it’s a snapshot of their lives that demanded to be fleshed out. 

The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014.

A lot like ‘Us’ masterlist

29th August 2014

Sam simply had to look away. He couldn’t bear to see the pictures Stacey had put in front of him.

“Why’re we doing a homicide, again?” Chase asked, face screwed up. He didn’t want to see the horrifying images either.

Stacey pursed her lips. “Sam had told me he’d like to be informed if something similar to… you know... if something like this ever pops up.”

Sam had told her that. She was only doing what she’d been asked.

“So, what’s the deal?” Sam motioned with a tilt of his head towards the photos on his desk.

“Victor Parker, 37 and Alicia Parker, 32, were found murdered at their San Jose home yesterday. They are survived by a 5 year old boy John.”

“What happened?” Chase’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Burglary gone wrong, or so the cops are saying. The resemblance of the crime scene was all too uncanny. I had to tell you.”

Stacey wasn’t wrong. The way the bodies were splayed- just like Simmons.

“Where’s the boy?” Sam’s fingers scratched against the etching on his pen. A nervous tick he had developed over the years when he started feeling the panic.

“In the hospital, fighting for his life. The assholes shot everyone. Little John got it twice. The surgeons removed the bullets, but there’s been a lot of internal bleeding.”

Sam flinched, closing his eyes.

Chase got up from the chair. “What’re we going to do about this? We’re lawyers not law enforcement or miracle workers.” He turned to the girl before him. “Stace, darling, c’mon. There’s nothing we can do for the poor boy. We work private law jobs and this is the DA’s territory.”

Stacey pushed her hair behind her ear, distressed. “Sam, you okay?”

“Sam?”

“Hmm?” He looked up, fingers sweaty against the obsidian in his hand.

She looked like something had just occurred to her. “Wait… Wasn’t your dad’s name John? Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry if I brought something up.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m okay. It’s not that.”

It wasn’t. His parent’s death had been a grave tragedy, but it affected Dean a hell lot more than it had ever affected Sam. He had always been sheltered, protected and loved by a brother who was his entire family. 

Sam let out a long breath. “Call the PD and check with them which hospital they’ve put John in, will you?”

“On it!” 

He watched Stacey hurry out of his office.

Chase gave him an apprehensive glance then walked out of the cabin, too. He wasn’t wrong about what he’d said earlier. There was nothing Sam could do. Max’s case was a one off. Ralph Simmons had been a client to Johnson’s before, so Max was by default on the firm’s radar. These murders were only a news report. Even though Sam couldn’t be legal help, he could always be monetary help. It’s why he’d asked Stacey to keep a look out. If there was anything Sam could do for little John, he would.

The glass door opened, and his secretary stepped in.

“Stace?” 

Her lower lip quivered before she put her face in her hands. “Just heard from the Hospital. He passed, Sam. That little boy didn’t make it.” 

******

“Mr. Winchester, can I offer you something? A glass of water, perhaps?” The principal asked him, casting a side eye at the other teacher.

“No, thank you,” Sam whispered. “I just want to see my son.”

“I have to tell you, this is very irregular. We usually don’t pull out kids from their classes. Is something wrong?”

He closed his eyes and said the words with deliberation. “Nothing is wrong. I’d just like to take my son home early. Will that be a problem?”

The principal gestured to the teacher, who Sam now realised was Max’s class in-charge. She shrugged. “Sure. There’s just an hour of school left for the year. You can take him home.”

When Max shuffled into view outside, through the office’s blinders, he looked small and confused, brown eyes flitting nervously. It was all Sam could do not to fall on his knees and hug him to his chest. 

Max’s eyes went round with worry as he read Sam’s. Kid just always knew.

With shaking legs, Sam made his way out and clutched Max’s shoulder. He would have picked his boy up, but the fear of collapsing kept him from doing that. 

“Come,” he said quietly, placing a hand against Max’s back.

Max followed without a question, climbing in the passenger’s seat.

Sam drove the rest of the way doing his best not to break down. His eyes kept tearing up and he rolled them up each time to stop the threatening tears from spilling.

Once home, he discarded his coat and sat Max down on the sofa. The packed suitcase, along with Max’s backpack stood right next to it. 

“Stay here, let me fix you something to eat, okay?” 

Sam’s kitchen was open, he could see Max from where he was standing in front of the stove. The eggs broke unevenly and the whisk shook in his hands. Next time that Sam’s eyes flitted to the sofa, it was empty.

“Max? Max!” He yelled.

“Right here!” Max was sitting on the kitchen island right behind, feet tucked under him.

“I told you to stay right there on the sofa!”

Max dropped his shoulders. “You’re spooking me out, you know?”

Sam was taken aback.

“Look,” Max sighed. “If you don’t want me to go, I won’t go, okay? It’s not that big a deal.”

Closing his eyes, Sam leaned back against the counter next to Max. “It’s not that. I… Well, I had a rough day at work.”

“What happened?”

He wasn’t sure how to put it to Max, but he sure as hell couldn’t lie to him.

“You don’t want to tell me,” Max huffed. 

“Something very sad happened today,” Sam breathed. “And I just… I couldn’t take it-” his voice broke. “I couldn’t breathe another minute without seeing you, knowing you were okay.”

Max was silent for a moment, then he spoke through pressed lips. “You look funny. Bad funny. You wanna sit down?”

Sam gulped once and pulled himself on top of the counter next to Max. 

His house wasn’t big, but it sure felt cavernous when Max went over to Jody’s for the night sometimes. One whole month. How was he supposed to live?

“Your hands are shaking,” Max said in his sweet, ringing voice. “Sam, you’re scaring me.”

First rule of parenting, don’t let your kid see you fall apart, Dean’s words came back to Sam.

He ran his hand over his face- it must’ve been white- not knowing what to say to Max.

“I’m not going to the camp,” Max announced.

“No. You should go. Your aunt Jo would butcher me with one of her fancy knives if you don’t show up now. I’ll be fine.”

The boy next to him didn’t look convinced. Max saw right through him with those sharp eyes. “You’re bluffing. And I thought you were the best lawyer in the world.”

“All kids think their parents are infallible.”

Max snorted. Sam turned to look at him.

“You’re infallible, alright, but you’re also stupid!”

“What?”

Little brown fingers grabbed Sam’s hand, stealing eyes. “It’s just a camp.”

“But you want to go, right?”

Max didn’t say anything. Sam knew he’d been dying to go to that mechanics camp his uncle Dean had suggested. It would mean cars, tools and dinners with his aunt and uncle on the weekends. Dean and Jo were looking forward to this, too. They had their own kid on the way and Jo loved Max. Much like Sam, it was second nature to her to keep looking at the roads and door and be disappointed each time when the person she was hoping to see never showed. Sam couldn’t disappoint her.

“I’ve never been away from you for more than a day since you moved in with me. I wouldn’t know what to do with my days.” Or life for that matter.

Max smirked. “Uncle Chase keeps asking you to have fun. So have fun.”

Chase’s definition of fun was very different from Max’s. Sam wasn’t interested.

“You call me everyday, you hear me?” Sam said through a thick throat. “You miss a day and I’ll haul your ass back all the way from Kansas. I won’t care if the camp counsellor says no. I can throw hands.”

Max gave him a very slow once over then snickered. “No one’s dumb enough to fight you.”

Sam couldn’t stop himself. He threw his hands around the little boy, engulfing him completely. “I’m going to miss you so damn much, son.”

“Can’t. Breathe.” Came the muffled words. Sam eased the grip.

“I’ll miss you, too, Dadda.”

Thirty-one days. Sam could do it. Monday was the orientation lecture for the new class of Stanford Law. A fresh batch. Sam was supposed to teach Civil Procedure. That would keep him plenty busy. Submissions, hypos, presentations. He could take over extra cases at work, make more trips to LA to check on the boys home. The month would be in and out and before he knew it, his kid, the light of his days, would be back to bouncing on his couch and reading on the kitchen counter.

Max yawned against Sam’s stomach.

Yeah he could survive. After all, what could possibly happen in thirty-one days.

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In the Source Link, you will find a complete gif pack of Max Parker in Blood, Sex and Royalty. Max plays the role of King Henry Tudor, the eighth.

King Henry VIII is most famous in English history for having six wives - Catherine of Aragon (just under 24 years), Anne Boleyn (just under 3 years), Jane Seymour (just over a year, as Jane passed away), Anne of Cleves (6 months), Catherine Howard (18 months) and Catherine Parr (3 years, 6 months - ended with Henry's death). He was also father to Mary Tudor (Mary I, Bloody Mary), Elizabeth Tudor (Elizabeth I, the Virgin Queen) and Edward Tudor (Edward VI).

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