#Sonia: he killed a lot of people when he blew up that building.

[desertsportshipping]

Wes had to know. He was Team Snagem's top member, he had to be aware of their alliance with Cipher. He had to know that the Pokemon he stole would be abused to be turned into Shadow Pokemon, especially since Team Snagem members were given some.

He was okay with it. At the end of the day, all he cared about were himself and Espeon and Umbreon. As long as the three of them were alright, Wes didn't give a shit about anyone else.

Until they wanted to turn Espeon and Umbreon into Shadow Pokemon. That was the last straw. He blew up the base (you cannot tell me that all the Snagem members made it out in time and that Wes gave a shit) and bailed, taking the small Snag Machine with him as insurance. Since the Snag Machine was fragile, anyone wanting to take it from him would have to be careful not to break it.

It was sheer coincidence that he ran into Rui. The only reason he agreed to accompany her was because Umbreon and Espeon insisted. She wanted to rescue the Shadow Pokemon, the Pokemon that he'd helped create, and heal them.

Rui was aware that he was an ex member of Team Snagem, but she wasn't aware about his direct hand in the creation of Shadow Pokemon. She was aware of the destruction of the Snagem Hideout, but she told herself that her gallant hero wouldn't have let the explosions kill anyone (even though they definitely did).

Over the course of their travels, Rui rubbed off on Wes, and he found himself opening up. Not to Rui (a little bit to Rui, but he doesn't realize it), but to his Pokemon. It really sank in once he was at the Shadow Pokemon lab, and could see the torture Pokemon had to go through to become Shadow Pokemon.

Wes never vocalizes the growing guilt he's feeling to Rui, or the fact that he's been aware of Cipher and their plans for a while. At first it was because he believed it was none of her business, but then it was because he didn't want to disappoint her and burst whatever image she has in her head of him, and he feels it's a part of his atonement for his part in hurting so many Pokemon.

But then, at the top of Realgam Tower, Gonzap spills everything. About how Team Snagem was working with Cipher to supply with them Pokemon, and about how Wes was complicit and didn't give a shit until they wanted to turn his Pokemon into Shadow Pokemon.

Rui, unable to reconcile this information with the boy she'd been traveling with, runs away. She leaves Wes to fight Gonzap and the beginning of the Realgam Challenge on his own. She also finds it much harder to push away the fact that Wes has killed, and if pressed definitely would again.

Silva talks some sense into her, and she comes to the realization that while Team Snagem Wes and her friend Wes are the same person, he has changed over the course of their journey (she also justified the murders in her head by saying that those deaths were necessary for Wes to escape, she still doesn't like it but she understands it). So she goes up to reunite with Wes, and help him defeat Cipher.

She apologized for running away, but their friendship never fully recovered after that.

When Rui left for Unova, Wes ran himself into the ground, clinging to the title she had given him of "Champion of Orre." Duking put his foot down, giving him everything he needed to leave Orre and have a clean slate in another region.

When he arrived at Galar, he found himself wandering the Wild Areas aimlessly, until he helped an injured Rookidee return to its mother. That's when he decided he'd become the protector of the wild Pokemon in Galar, the first time he'd had a purpose he chose for himself.

Finally, away from Orre, he could exit survival mode and start to heal.

[ernhardt-atlas]

It Lives No More- Part 2

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Summary: It’s been a 6 years since the events of It Lives Beneath have happened and the crew has mostly moved on from it. Parker’s nowhere to be found,  Danni has become the top writer for ClickIt, Tom’s graduated from Hartfield with his robotics degree and is working on starting his own shop, and Imogen is happily married to Athena Vance in Athena’s old home. One day in the summer the gang decides to get back together for a reunion trip to see each other.

Last Chapter: The gang (sans Parker, obviously) has gotten back together after years of going on thier own paths and are on their way to the movies to watch “Desire and Decorum: II”. Athena suffers a horrible nightmare about what happened in the events of It Lives Beneath. Even though she’s moved away from the town, the memories continue to haunt her.

“…so I was in a really low place when Sonia broke up with me at Hartfield, and the band and I decided to go on tour out of the country for a while,” Kaitlyn recalled, looking out the window. “We went to Japan, which is where I finally met Danni…”

The girls were getting set up at a local club in Tokyo. Amara offered to set up on the stage, Rachel had fucked off to God knows where (thankfully she always shows up just before the concert starts. So Kaitlyn was all alone in the VIP lounge room. She nursed a cup of champange, looking wistlessly at her phone.

For whatever reason, she went on social media to see how everyone was. Zack and Grant got engaged, Abbie and Tyler broke up but split the profits of the game they made equally, so now Abbie owns a museum with world famous artist Nadia Park. There have been rumors that she’s been seeing famous actress Gem of Hollywood, but neither has either confirmed and denied it. As for Tyler, he’s working with a team of techies to build what will be known as the Atlas so people can finally move out of Earth to other planets. Most people think he won’t be able to do it, but he’s teamed up with some of the top technicians in the country. No one knows their exact location, and aside from announcing the project, nothing’s been revealed yet. Zig’s been teaching in Japan, and he tweeted that he was gonna visit the concert soon. Chris is all over American news, but no one’s really surprised. Becca moved to New York and is gunning for the district attorney position.

Then…there was Sonia. After they broke up and  Sonia refused to get back together in London, she went back to London after graduating. She hesitated to look at Sonia’s page, but she clicked on it anyway. Sonia’s been featured on literature magazines around the world, been invited on several talk shows, and even helped with writing the script for the Desire and Decorum movie series. But that wasn’t what she was most focused on. Her most recent pictures…she had gotten with James while they collaborated on more playwrighting projects They were moving in with each other, and it looked like James was going to propse with the way he and Sonia talked about each other online. It hurt a lot to see, since she spent the past couple years trying to push Sonia and all her friends at Hartfield  out of her mind and only keep in contact with Abby.

A barista came over and placed a drink on Kaitlyn’s table.

“I didn’t order anything?” Kaitlyn said, confused.

“It’s from the lady sitting at the bar. Says her name’s Danni. She wants to talk to you.”

Kaitlyn wanted to say she wasn’t really intrested in talking to anyone when she got a glimpse of the woman the barista was  referring to. Within seconds, she was sitting with the girl at the bar.

“So we talked  for while before the concert,” Kaitlyn continued, back in the present. “She interviewed me for her company, but we also decided to sneak out of the concert for a while…we were back in time of course!”

“Her bandmates wouldn’t stop teasing her about it when we came back. Damn Kaitlyn was on fire that night,” Danni added. “You know she kept eye contact with me the whole time and blew me a kiss.”

“I invited her back to our hotel room to hang out with her during our stay in Tokyo and promised to see each other once we got back in America. We’ve been together ever since.”

“Awwww!” Imogen gushed. “Meeting the love of your life at a concert sounds so poetic and romantic.”

“Yeah, I met my wife here fighting lake monsters and trying to take down an evil cult,” Athena laughed. Imogen laughed as well, but not as earnestly. She looks down at her stomach. Athena noticed Imogen’s look and placed a gentle  hand on her stomach.

“For all I know, my mom could have been pregnant with me while she was working with the society,” Imogen murmured. “How long was she planning to keep all of that from me?”

“Genny...” Athena whispered softly, trying to ease her mind from her awful parents. Personally, she didn’t miss their controlling behavior towards Imogen and was secretly glad they were dead. Well, maybe there were less gory ways for them to die.

Imogen on the other hand, was unable to let them go. Athena didn’t blame her, as much as she despised her parents. In one summer, she lost her best friend, her parents, and her horse. Athena swore she’d do anything in her power to make her feel better about it.

“Getting close to your due date, huh, Genny?” Tom asked suddenly. “You sure this road trip is a good idea?”

Imogen snapped out of her funk. “Huh? Oh, I’ll be fine, as long as I don’t do anything too extreme. “

The van pulled up at the movie theare and they all climbed out. They paid for their tickets and headed inside.

Tom and Andy voluenteered to get snacks while the girls found their seats.  A few minutes later everyone was settled and ready to watch the movie. Kaitlyn and Imogen sighed as they watch Lady Clara woo Annabelle in the movie.

“I can’t wait till Clara does away with that awful Duke so she can live happily ever after with Miss Parsons,” Imogen whispered.

“Me as well. If that were me I would have probably killed the duke by now, keeping me away from the woman of my dreams,” Athena responded with a frown. Imogen rested her head on Athena’s shoulder in response. Athena pressed a gentle kiss to her wife’s forehead.

The two of them giggled a little and continue watching the movie. They’re about halfway into the movie when they heard soft snoring coming from behind them. Athena turns around and sees Tom and Andy sleeping peacefully, but clumsily.

“I guess the movie wasn’t their thing,” Kaitlyn giggled, only to find that Danni had also fallen asleep on her shoulder. “Damn, and I wanted to sneak in some movie kisses.”

Imogen gave Athena a coy smile, sliding into her lap.

“Normally I would complain about being unable to see the movie, but this view is 100 times better,” Athena chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Imogen’s waist and pulled her closer. Imogen tried to stifle her giggles as Athena peppered kisses on her cheeks.

Soon, the movie ended, and Athena turned around to wake up the sleeping young men behind them. Andy was the first to wake up, his face barely inches from Tom’s. He smirked.

“Not bad,” he said with a grin. Tom opened his eyes wide, blushing.

“Andy! I uh…I mean…I didn’t see you there!”

Tom and Andy untangled themselves from each other and got up from their seats. Andy stretched.

“I’m gonna go grab more snacks for the road,” he said, walking off.

“You’ve been dating him for what, 5 years? How do you still get so flustered around Andy?” Danni asked Tom.

“There’s a distinct difference between seeing someone as your best friend and seeing someone as the love of your life that you want to spend forever with, ok?” Tom stammered. “Yes, we’ve been dating for 5 years but I still feel the same way I did when he asked me out.”

“Seems you’ve got it bad for Andy then,” Kaitlyn joked. “If you love him so much, why don’t you marry him?”

“Well…” Tom trailed off. He stopped when he noticed the girls grinning at him. “N-not that I was planning for that to happen or anything!”

“Planning for what?” They hear Andy ask from behind them.

“Planning for this awesome night on the town Tom wanted to take you on once we got to the hotel,” Athena cut in, winking at Tom.  Tom frantically sliced a hand across his throat, but it’s too late.

Andy eagerly pulled him out of the theatre and into the car. Over his shoulder, Tom mouthed something but Athena can’t read his lips. She just smiled and mouthed, “You’re welcome.”

[zillanewt]

Merc With A Trashmouth

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four

summary: Despite growing up in Derry together, the two boys went down two very different paths. Richie is the world’s most notorious mercenary and assassin, while Eddie is none other than New York’s sweetheart - the literal poster boy for bringing justice to baddies without unaliving them. This is the self-indulgent spideypool!reddie au that literally nobody asked for.

pairing: reddie

words: 2.3K

warnings: general lewdness, non-graphic violence, the loss of a limb.

A/N: holy shit so i didnt expect this to get such a positive response like it did???? im just going to say that since this is a spideypool au, im literally not going to skimp out on any of the deadpool stuff, including the scarring and the angst. oh yeah and i was worried about this being too out of character and just becoming literally spiderman and deadpool, rather than richie and eddie, but since their dynamic is the exact same, i think it blends quite nicely. the dialog between them is the easiest thing to write in this fic. Please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!

For some stupid fucking reason, Richie must’ve expected finding Eddie to be a lot easier than it actually was, which was completely unrealistic because there must be at least two million people in Queens alone. It wasn’t like the file actually helped any. There was an address scribbled inside it, but it had to be an old one because when Richie went, all he found was a delightful old Thai lady. Much to his dismay, Eddie could be literally anywhere in New York, and Richie had no clue where to start.

All he really wanted to do was crawl back to his shitty bar in Canada and pretend he had never even heard Eddie’s name in first place.

Seriously, he’s been around to literally every pharmacy and Starbucks (he knows that boy must drink pumpkin spice lattes) in Queens, and there are still no leads, just dirty looks due to the suit. At least, he left his guns in the hotel room. He learned on a job a couple years ago that NYPD does not fucking play around.

Every single day he’s still there, the lack of action causes cells in Richie’s brain to shrivel, and he just wants to fucking scream, because god dammit..he needs to shoot something. He has been in New York for a total of 5 days, and that’s a lot of days to go without unaliving somebody. All he needs to do is find Eddie, make sure nobody’s done anything stupid, and go the fuck back home, so he can continue playing with Bea and Arthur.

Perhaps, he wasn’t meant to find Eddie, in all honesty. The guy is probably married with a kid or two, doing god knows what American dream job. Richie can tell from personal experience that when Derry memories flood back into your life, it’s like watching a grotesque monster infecting and suffocating anything good you currently have. Derry kids so rarely had the chance of happiness, so who was Richie to waltz into Eddie and rub his excess Derry angst all over Eddie’s perfect life.

But, would any of the Losers grant Richie the same kindness if the roles were reversed and he lived a happy life?

Yes....actually.

Damn his friends for being thoughtful and ethical!

Rationally, he should just give up his search and look for the nearest seedy titty bar to crawl into, while he still has his dignity and Eddie has his.

But, Richie always kinda sucked at being rational.

Most people had their heads to be reasonable over their hearts and dicks, but Richie’s head was just as irrational as the latter two.

Richie giggled to himself on a full subway car, earning the glare of a very scary looking Puerto Rican woman. “You said head,” he mumbled to himself, still immaturely sputtering out laughs.

Like the dumbass he was, Richie decided the best course of action would be to track Spider-Man rather than Eddie. Spider-Man was broadcasted all the time. At any given time, there was a camera ready to film that cute little bubble butt every time a baddie caused some big explosion or killed some people.

If Eddie was Spider-Man, then Richie just had to find Spidey and let him know there’s a hit out on his secret identity. Then, he could finally get the fuck out of New York City!

***********

Six days later, Richie began to realize his plan wasn’t as genius as he expected it to be. Mass destruction doesn’t just happen every day in New York, surprisingly. That wasn’t to say Spider-Man wasn’t active on the streets every day. It just wasn’t exactly news. Crime happens. Spider-Man stops it. Yawn.

He supposes he’d just have to find out what route Spider-Man takes his patrol on because there was no way he was blowing anything up to attract the guy. The feds were already on his ass because he “assassinated over 150 American citizens.” Pffft. Like he didn’t kill anybody who didn’t deserve it. His victims were always drug lords, pedophiles, and other scumbag criminals because he still had a moral code (thank you very much!).

It shouldn’t take this fucking long to find one guy. He’s an assassin for fuck's sake!

He began to question locals about Spider-Man sightings, though most of them just talked about the footage they’ve seen on the news.

It wasn’t until he came across a Deli owner in Queens that he found an actual lead, completely by accident. Truthfully, he just wanted a roast beef sandwich. He wasn’t looking for anything.

“Man, how hard is it to find Spider-Man in this town?” Richie said conversationally, leaning against the counter while the owner sliced the meat.

The mustachioed man looked him over cautiously, then spoke in a gruff voice. “I thought all youse masked freaks knew each other or something. Are you tellin’ me there’s not a giant bat signal shining out each of your assholes so youse can locate each other?”

For the first time since he came to New York, Richie busted out laughing so hard that he was hunched over and slightly crying.

Thank god for vulgar Deli owners!

As the man finished making the sandwich and rung it up at the register, he still kept a judgemental eye on Richie. When he finally determined Richie wasn’t a threat, he chose to continue speaking.

“Spider-Man comes swinging over this street right here every night,” he gestured out the window. “We appreciate having him in the neighborhood. Stopped my niece from getting mugged. He seems like a good kid...whoever he is.”

Immediately, Richie reached across the counter and grabbed the man’s face with both hands. Before the man could cold-cock him, Richie placed a chaste kiss through his mask the man’s mouth.

“You have just made my decade, buddy,” Richie shouted, throwing a 20 on the counter and snatching up his sandwich. “Keep the change!”

As he ran out the door, he exclaimed to himself, “I can finally get out of this godforsaken city and go home to my sweet, sweet Canada.”

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He camped out on the roof of one of the apartment buildings, after convincing an old blind woman to let him in the building because “his son locked him out.” All he had to do now was wait for Spidey.

He was like one of those animals that preyed on spiders.

Lizards??

At least, he thinks lizards eat spiders.

From this day forward, Richie Tozier a.k.a Deadpool a.k.a Trashmouth a.k.a the Sexiest Man Alive was now officially a lizard.

What a day.

At about one in the morning, Richie, sure enough, spotted Spider-Man in all his spandex glory swinging towards him. Before the little fucker could pass over him and get away, Richie stood up and shouted “Spidey!” at the top of his lungs.

Sure enough, Spider-Man noticed the antihero, standing in all his red and black, weapon yielding glory. But, he wasn’t as thrilled to see Richie as he thought the hero might be. Because, Richie is a gay dumbass, he didn’t consider the fact Spider-Man did everything by the books and was a goody-two-shoes, while Richie had been suspected of over 150 murder charges in the United States alone. So it shouldn’t have been a shock when Spider-Man immediately webbed him to the roof before landing.

“Oh wow. This is kinky,” Richie purred, wiggling underneath the webbing.

“Shut up, Deadpool!” Eddie shouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “What are you doing in my city?”

This definitely wasn’t the time to say anything to agitate the arachnid, but Richie once traded in his self-control for a pretty radical shirt.

He blew a raspberry, then opened his mouth, “like this is your city.”

Everything about this situation annoyed Eddie. It was supposed to be an easy, pleasant patrol with maybe some carjackers, not Deadpool! The man wiggling around on the roof seemed almost bored already with the conversation going on, and he insulted Eddie outright.

Eddie crouched next to Deadpool, prepared to cock him in the jaw for that comment. “Excuse me?”

The merc turned his head to look Eddie in the eye as best as he could with the masks on. “You heard me, Spidey. This isn’t your city. Derry is. Am I correct?”

For a split second, Eddie flinched away from the antihero as if he had been burned, then the shock was immediately replaced with indignation and rage. How dare anybody mention Derry’s existence in his presence! Doesn’t this guy understand how hard he worked to claw his way out of that hellhole?!

Richie sees the anger outlined on Eddie’s mask, the way his jaw and fist clenches, yet he’s completely defenseless. He’s sure he could take whatever beating Eddie could give him, but he sure wouldn’t enjoy it (despite what some people in Hong Kong might tell you).

“I was gonna be nice and leave you webbed to the roof for a couple hours,” Eddie strained through gritted teeth. “But, I guess I’ll just deliver you to the feds mysel-”

“Your name is Eddie Kaspbrak,” Richie interrupted, maintaining utter calmness and seriousness. “Your mom’s name is Sonia Kaspbrak. Your dad died of cancer when you were 5. Your first kiss was with Bill Denbrough during a game of spin the bottle when you were 14. You love the color pink, even though your mother would never let you wear it because it was ‘a color for queers.’ Oh yeah! And, your childhood best friend was Richie Tozier, who you promised to marry as an adult when you were 8.”

Though neither noticed, they both swallowed thickly at the last part. All the tension and anger flooded from Eddie’s body and was replaced by confusion with every word.

“Who are you?” Eddie whispered softly, sitting near Richie’s body.

“Uh-uh, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie scolded, “let me out of your web, and we’ll talk. I’m not going to be privy to your dungeon porn hour.”

The other man looked skeptical, as expected, but he knew he could easily overpower Deadpool if he tried anything, Carefully, he began ripping away his webbings and releasing Richie. All the while, Richie quietly observed him. It seemed as if Eddie’s heart was going to beat out of his chest.

When Richie was finally free, Eddie stared at him expectantly.

“Richie,” the merc muttered under his breath, brushing excess web away from his suit.

“What?” Eddie demanded.

“Richie,” he repeated louder, looking Eddie straight in the face. “My name is Richie Tozier.”

Eddie scoffed and stood up. “Bye, Deadpool.”

As Richie watched Eddie prepare to swing away from the roof and ruin his weeks of hard work, he decided the only appropriate course of action would be to appeal to Spidey’s sense of goodness. A few feet away from him, there was a ventilation system with Big Sharp Blades.

Perfect!

Quickly, he got up and strolled over to the system, sticking his right arm completely. He let out some fake screams, along with actual real grunts of pain. Though he knew the fucker would grow back, losing an arm was literally always going to be painful no matter what. As predicted, the hero turned around at the sound of the screams and immediately ran over.

“Deadpool! What the fuck!”

“Look, Eddie! I’m Georgie,” Richie giggled, which broke out into maniacal laughter. It soon died down, then he deadpanned, “oh yeah. Wrong universe. You won’t get that joke.”

Richie was mentally patting himself on the back for yet another genius idea, as Eddie picked him up and slung him over his shoulders, piggyback style. Wow, this boy was strong. Richie would have to store that knowledge in the wank bank.

“Are you a fucking lunatic?!” Eddie demanded as he began swinging through the air.

A little delirious giggle from the blood loss escaped Richie. “Crazy’s my middle name,” he paused. “Wait. No, it’s actually not. It’s Michael. But, Crazy seems more rad.”

Loudly, Eddie groaned, mourning the loss of his nice easy night on patrol.

“I am so dumping you at a hospital.”

“No hospitals,” Richie said firmly.

“Where the fuck else am I supposed to take you?” the other snapped.

“Your apartment.”

Richie could practically feel the eye roll. “You know this was a lot of effort to get into my pants, but I’m not going to sleep with you while you’re bleeding everywhere.”

“So, you’d sleep with me if I wasn’t bleeding everywhere?”

Suddenly, the spot where Richie’s chest was resting on Eddie’s shoulders felt slightly warmer, and if Richie didn’t know any better, he’d say the man was blushing.

“Shut up, asshole! Give me one good reason why I should take you to my apartment.”

Dramatically, Richie cleared his throat, “because my arm will grow back, first of all.” Eddie turned his head slightly to see a small tiny hand poking out of what was a bloody open wound not five minutes ago. It gave a tiny little wave at him. Every thought he ever had about Deadpool being attractive shriveled in literally five seconds as he grimaced underneath his mask at the little hand.

“Second of all, I gave you literally every reason to believe I’m Richie Tozier, yet you still won’t listen to me! Do I have to start whipping out the cringy middle school memories to get you to believe me or what? Because I personally remember the “Eddie’s Booty Jams” mixtape. The ‘80s definitely weren’t as cool as everyone made them out to be.”

It was quiet for a long time, just the sounds of New York below them.

“If I take you to my apartment, will you shut up?” Eddie sighed, no longer willing to fight this crazy situation.

“Gladly, baby boy,” Richie purred, and Eddie honestly debated dropping him from this height.

“God, I hate you,” Eddie muttered. “And for your information, I would literally never sleep with you now that I’ve seen your weird baby hand.”

“So, I had a chance before!?”

Eddie groaned, not for the last time.

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