#bubble boy is so spider coded

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

For your modern avatar au What if spider has some sort of respiratory diseases, or other chronic inflammatory lung or obstructive lung diseases. Because he has to were a oxygen mask in the movie.

Alright here is my answer finally @peachycrime

Okay, unfortunately my first thought was the fucking 2001 comedy/romance Bubble Boy, so that's cool.

Luckily for you I've been in the reddie fandom hardcore since 2016 so WE KNOW ABOUT ASTHMATIC HEADCANONS IN THIS HOUSE.

I think I'd pick like severe asthma because it just jives for me, but if you wanna go crazy we could really have a fucking Fault in our Stars/Five Feet Apart moment here. Really lean into locorro or spiri here.

-Spider lived with Norm for years because he was the foster parent they had with the most medical experience, but eventually he just was LIVING with Jake and Neytiri .

-Stay at home wheelchair dad Jake Sully with his three little kids under three had none of the attention or free time to dedicate to a kid with medical issues, but him and work from home Norm become a seamless team in the kids toddler years.

-Neytiri had just finished her residency so she was simply flawless with him. He's pretty much a normal kid, he's just got bad asthma. He does all physical activity he can, but he gets out of breath quickly and has to stop for a puff or two before he can get back out there.

-Neteyam is younger but they're in the same grade because Spider got held back because he was so lil because he was a sick kid before Neytiri and Norm got a hold of him.

-He carries around an inhaler and Neteyam also carries around an inhaler because Neteyam may be younger but he is so protective of Spider and so worried about him losing his breath when they are at school and their parents aren't around.

-Tonowari and Jake meet at the playground on a Saturday and all of a sudden Jake is an after-school care, watching his own four kids and Ao'nung and Tsireya (and neighborhood latchkey kid Rotxo who Spider loves because he was also a latchkey kid).

-Ao'nung gets mad at Spider during a game of pickle where they are both the taggers because Spider stops to tag a puff. Ao'nung insists he has to keep going and Spider does and ends up passing out.

-He's not allowed to run or do anything strenuous for two days and Ao'nung is grounded by Ronal for a week. Neteyam and Kiri don't talk to him for a day. He feels really bad though and after that he yells at any kid who tries to get Spider to do anything physical at school until a teacher has to call home and they all have to have a chat lol.

-Neytiri and Norm we're absolutely unbearable for days, hovering over him and making him drink water, while Jake was treating Spider exactly the same. They are disability buddies and Jake would never treat Spider as fragile because he isn't. In fact, they played catch later that night even though Spider was sitting down and it gave Neteyam an aneurysm.

-Lo'ak always explains to strangers that his brother is cool he just has "shit lungs" because he heard Jake say that one time.

-Reddie moment: "Spider Sully Blasts Off!" every time he uses his inhaler.

[lupine-trees]

hallowed

[ boys being self-sacrificial & savior-coded, doing penance, etc. what can i say, the religious themes got to me. for the @drarrymicrofic october prompt: halo ]

word count: ~452 | rating: t | cw: reference to canon-typical neglect, implied violence, blood

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Harry finds himself remembering less and less of the Dursleys these days.

(Not that there was much to begin with.

Cupboard, spiders, pots, pans, the sharp clap of a palm, dust raining down from stomping on the stairs, hiding hastily in thorny shrubbery, bread crusts, smashed fingers, the distant sound of laugh tracks distorted from the television.

Less and less.)

Church lingers— Easter, especially. Not that Harry was particularly into, well, all of that, but still. He got to go. Got to wear a jumper that almost fit, and shiny shoes, even though they pinched his toes. Got to eat— ham and potatoes and green beans and carrot cake, and made himself eat slowly, careful.

The stained glass remains, in his mind.

Green like bottles, soft reds like wild roses, the yellow of a halogen bulb. Saltwater blue. Cream, and ochre, and a color like clay. Light would cast through, leaving color streaked on the carpets, the pews.

In the windows, the people looked sad. The angels, too. All upturned eyes and prayer-clasped hands.

The haloes caught his eye. Golden and round, a point of definition in a shifting kaleidoscope. Steady.

Anyway, it’s like that. The cold & the crack of apparition & the sound of shiny shoes on cobbles.

“Christ,” Draco hisses, dropping to his knees beside him in a blur of Healer green.

Harry wants to smile, wants to say, You should see the other guy, but his words feel far away and his throat feels thick, and a sad sort of gurgle comes out in place of any semblance of a sentence.

“Shut up,” Draco snarls, shirt sleeves torn up to his elbows, hands pressed to, oh, yes, the gaping hole in Harry’s middle. He can feel the web of spells curling out from Draco’s fingertips, knitting over his stomach, stringing him back together.

And of course there’s the light.

There’s a hole in the roof behind Draco’s head, and daylight is making every effort to pour through it, slicing through the heavy dust. It’s illuminating.

It’s ridiculous, really, that his hair can look like that. Halo, Harry thinks, and “Light,” he burbles, his fingers (blood-stained) sliding up through strands of silver-blond.

“Don’t,” Draco mutters, eyes frantic, sweat at his furrowed brow, “go towards any fucking light, so help me, Merlin.”

And Harry laughs then, a rasping sound, fingers tangled in his hair, and Draco, flushed, pushes down harshly on his abdomen, and then Harry’s coughing, and Draco, “Sorry, I’m sorry,” easing, gentling.

“S’okay,” Harry manages around the bubble in his throat. His eyes are heavy, but Draco’s hair is soft, so soft, and what a shame to miss it. He’ll stay awake a little longer.

A little longer.

[romiantic]

HEART BEATING PINK !

atsv characters crushing on barbie!reader

→ INCLUDING earth 1610!miles, gwen, nerd!miguel

→ READING: barbie-coded!black!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + mentions of anxiety and insecurity in gwen’s part

→ A/N: this is part of my 3k barbie party ! sorry I’ve been lacking on writing, my energy hasn’t been the best :(. also miguel a college student in this !

𖦹 ₊˚. MILES MORALES

— being best friends with miles is quite an adventure, probably because he’s spiderman and you’re his non-spider person assistant sidekick. you two have grown up being next door neighbors and it doesn’t help that your moms have been best friends since the morales moved in

— the first few days of the move in, miles wasn’t really shy and encouraged the both of you to play together. he showed you his hot wheels and action figures while you showed him your dolls. as the both of you were playing, miles noticed how very pink your room was; the pink bed set, pink dresser, all your dolls dressed up in pink and white dresses, a lot of pink pajamas, just a very pink room for a small girl but he didn’t mind. however, miles did tease you a bit on having such a pink room

— the both of you had so much fun playing with each other's toys and creating funny scenarios as time passed, until mile’s mom interrupted the both of you and said it was mile’s bedtime. the both of you didn’t want miles to leave but he had to, sadly. as he was leaving, you gave him a pink sticker and made him pinky promise to come again to play, and he never broke that promise

— now years later, miles is drawing another sketch of you in his sketch pad, his favorite photo of you but the background is pink. the infamous picture of you and miles being rained on at coney island, but you looked so happy and miles didn’t mind the rain so yall just went with it, dancing and goofing around until rio yelled at you two to take shelter

— that day might have been the day miles realized he had a crush on his best friend. watching you dance around in the gloomy sky with happiness on display, and with no worry shown on your face, made mile’s wish to see that every day. actually, he wanted to be the cause of that happiness, he longed for seeing that sort of happiness from you every day until the end of time

— but as months and years go by, mile’s feelings grow stronger and his heart wishes that he would confess how he felt about you. but instead, he draws it; he draws the two of you sitting at the park, small drawings of your best smiles, drawings of when you’re mad, he draws the two of you swinging around new york with your fake spider suits on, and he draws a potential spider kiss scene. any and everything that makes mile’s heart race a thousand miles per minute, he draws it

— every page of his sketchbook has a small drawing of you him with y’all initials at the bottom <3

— his favorite drawing will always be of you two on the rooftop, laying down on a blanket as you were stargazing and he confesses that he’s spiderman. it wasn’t an easy task, you were mad at him for lying and keeping this hidden but you also sympathized with him carrying that weight of being new york’s favorite hero

— so instead of confession, there is only drawings of y/n l/n, her favorite color pink, and little hearts as different sides of her are sketched away. but miles doesn’t, well sort of, cause he refuses to tamper his friendship with you over a crush. it sucks but that’s the decision he’ll make until he grows the courage to ask you on a date

𖦹 ₊˚. MIGUEL O’HARA

— he is brains and he is brauns, but when it comes to his emotions, miguel is distressed and face is growing hot like a sauna

— it doesn’t help that his classmate is the reason for all this as well, y/n, everyone’s favorite person who always has a sort of pink on her person. she’s bubbly, kind, and very smart, not many can speak badly of them cause they treat everyone like the person is their best friend. boys and girls either wanna befriend them or fall in love with them, and miguel o’hara is surely on that list

— miguel always adored the way you spoke with such confidence, rarely stutters in your speech, doesn’t mind lending a helping hand, you were like a blessing from the heavens above. a blessing that he would wish is his and his only, oh he wished to surround himself with you all day and all night

— he would get flushed at the way you praised his work in class or how you’d give small compliments to his features, calling him handsome whenever you two passed by on campus and how his teeth are so perfect and fascinating. his face would be painted a deep red as he gives a thank you with a gentle smile

— it doesn’t help that miguel can barely focus on his studies when all he can think about is the person with a beauty that could make the angels sing and a soul crafted perfectly by God Himself. while trying to figure out a formula for his next physics exam, all he can think of is kissing you, hugging you, making you laugh with bad physics jokes, going on dates, how you would look in his clothes, how your name would sound with his last name, and the cute family you two could have…yeah miguel is in too deep

— but he should’ve known after you spent some time in his apartment for a physics project. one day specifically, you were in the middle of trying to figure out this formula your professor sent you two for the project but you could not get it, nothing could help, not even miguel himself. you tried everything that you can find in your textbooks but became frustrated and broke down in tears, your rarely-used reaction to a difficult assignment

— you tried to hide your face from miguel but instead, he allowed you to lean into his arms and continued crying until you became sleepy. you wiped any remaining tears and apologized to miguel. he did nothing but smile, assure you that it was alright to cry, and that you can cry to him any time, any day. in reality, he fell deeper as he watched you become vulnerable and found safety in his arms as you cried, a piece of you that he wishes to hold and cherish

— ever since that day, miguel wishes and hopes of becoming your lover as time passes and you two grow closer

𖦹 ₊˚. GWEN STACY

— falling for the new recruit at spider society wasn’t something gwen didn’t expect at all. In fact, she thought they would rather be more associates than friends, possibly even lovers. but falling for the new spider person with blonde and pink locs and a pink spider suit? definitely not

— but she was wrong the second you introduced yourself and complimented her suit, some sort of emotion grew but she couldn’t figure out what it is. was it anxiousness, nervous, flustered? what could it possibly be?

— she ranted to hobie about the new spider person and he was no help, instead of advice he said teased about gwen’s “crush” on you. which gwen constantly denied but hobie refused to believe it and pavitr made it no better

— you were partnered up on a missions with her and that made everything worse for gwen and this mysterious feeling. gwen found you incredible while you were fighting bad guys and the fact that you still looked perfect after brutal battles made gwen fall deeper

— some days of no crimes and just patrolling, you two would sit on top of a building and watch the city pass with its luminous billboard signs of ads, top artists, and fast food displays. you two would play a game of “I Spy” to make time pass, a mundane game but it was fun as the clues became more difficult

— some days you two would just sit and rant on about life, gwen was shocked that your life isn’t what it seems, no matter how positive you try to be and you comforted her as she talked about her friend miles. she feels regret for not seeing him and feels like she did a terrible job at being his friend. you continued to listen until the streetlights came on, also making gwen realize how your skin radiates in the moonlight. she studied the way your face softened as she was talking, the way your blonde and pink locs made your skin color stand out more, and how your pink suit made you look so much like a barbie doll. well, a spider doll I should say

— instead of talking, gwen wanted to kiss you and lay in your arms, she wanted to embrace your beauty and soul until time separates you both. the mysterious feeling grew more and more as missions continued on and you opened up more sides to her as she did to you. She realized that you’re human and far from perfect, but she didn’t mind

— but also her nerves messed with her as questions started to arise in her head. “do they like me back? am I worthy of having another friend? Would they still like me if they found out about peter? do I deserve to be loved and cared for?” but gwen pushed them and showed no sign of them as you spent time with her

— days where she’s walking mindlessly around new york, she finds herself thinking about you, everything about you. from your soft smile to your alluring personality, how intelligent and critical you can be in certain situations, to your great obsession with pink, any and everything of y/n <3

⭑ EEEEEK NEW WORK, pretty satisfied how this turned out :)

⭑ lemme know which one was y’all favorite and send me requests for more !

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 Corinthians 13:13

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[silent-raven13]

High School AU

(Au: All the Spider gang are in high school except for Miguel, Peter, Jess, Ben, and etc. Miles and Hobie are dating. Gwen is Grunge aesthetic with Hobie's group of friends. Pavtri is dating Gayatri being the typical high school sweethearts.)

In Brooklyn Vision Academy, Miles giggles being pin against the school lockers while his tall skinny punker's hand on his waist muttering very dirty, yet romantic words towards the graffiti artist.

Miles is only seventeen years old having on his white collar uniform with spray paint stains and embroidered sunflowers on it, his blue jacket around his waist. His hairstyles into twist part is dye red.

The Academy may be strict on their educational system, and provide more opportunities, they are quite strict on dress code. Luckily, Miles always stated he's part of the art club and they are working on a massive mural right outside in the courtyard.

However as for Hobie, the punker didn't care how many dentition, warnings and all the other lectures, he does what he wants and wears what he wants. And he never steps out of bound from the dress-code policy, he specified how his ripped pants is suitable for low income students, and brings up classism. Either way, the principal normally left him off the hook not wanting to hear him.

So here's Hobie with his wicks tied into a bright blue loose ponytail, he wore two belts of different colors of yellow and pink, and miss match shoes and socks. His blue pants with patches, ripped white collar shirts and piercings. His lips painted black, wearing eyeliner and a messy smokey black eyeshadow with a bit of dark purple. All breaking dress code in the eyes of older teachers.

The seventeen year old teenager smirks at his boyfriend having to whisper to him again, "Mi, you gonna ditch Spanish or what?" His lips hovering over his Sunflower's lips as they make out.

Miles wraps his arms around his punker's neck, "Bae, you know I can't miss Spanish. My mamí got mad for having a B in class."

"Tsk," His punker sucked in his teeth then whispers again, "Luv, you can skip a couple of classes. Yuh a smart lad." His cockney accent coming out from time to time.

"Mmm," Miles' big doe eyes on his hot boyfriend, still thinking about it. When he thinks to himself, he does this put pout where his lips puckered out.

Hobie's heart flutter by his Sunflower's cuteness. Ugh, he wants to be greedy for today, so he flirted some more. "Come on, Sunflower." He purrs having his voice low, his hands pulling his boyfriend's hips forward feeling his crotch. "Don't do me like this. I want you to go to my pad and maybe we can you know."

"I know what?" His Sunflower asked pretending to not know what his boyfriend means.

"You know," The tall teenager leans over for another kiss, his lips feeling such soft sweet lips. The sounder of their lip locking echoes up in the third floor in building A, a place no one is ever around. "Hmm?"

"Mmm," Miles sighs loving how great of kisser his boyfriend is, "Okay, but if I get in trouble I'm gonna be mad at you."

"Luv, I'll take all the blame as long I'm with you." They made out with tongue this time, Hobie purrs lowly as he pull away, "Your so fine, right now. I gotta have you." His mouth hungry for more as he went in another heated kiss.

"Ohh, mmm." His Sunflower's knees felt weak feeling those soft lips. Pulling away to kiss him, "Bae, you're too much."

"But you love it." This made Miles bashful, he does love it when his boyfriend spoil him. They were about to kiss again, until one of the doors to the second floor opened wide open. The two froze seeing their happy bubbly friend spotting them.

"I knew you two would be up here!" The brown skinned preppy boy happily said, he saw Hobie looking annoyed. "Awe, don't be mad."

"Pav! What are you doing up here?" Miles asked. He tries to avoid his boyfriend's grumpy attitude.

"Gwen kept texting you if your gonna skip your last class, but never responded." Pavtri chuckles, "and I knew it's because ya'll were up here. Were you the ones leaving used condoms on the staircase." Just joking around, he likes seeing Miles' face. So priceless!

"What! No!" The Black Latino looks so horrified like hell he'll get caught in the school. Sure him and his boyfriend done things like touching each other, but never full blown sex in the school staircase. "That's so ballsy! I'm not the type!"

Hobie chuckles, his Sunflower is too cute. His arms wrapping around his hips. "He's only teasing, Sunflower."

"Yeah, like you ever done that." Pavtri cracks up. "Anyway, are we down at your pad, Hobie?"

"Miles said yes, so yeah. We should get going!" The punker chimes.

"Alright, I'll go let the gang know. See ya there." Their friend left them alone, which was a lot better.

The punker was about to go back to kissing his boyfriend, until a hand stops him. "What?"

"If I'm skipping, I need to get my art supplies from my club. I left it in the art class instead of my locker." Miles pointed out. "And my painting is there."

"Okay, we'll go get it, but first..." His mouth went in for another kiss. The two happily share kisses.

[alfiebungo]

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[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 84 Rundown

Code Geass: Lelouch, Suzaku, C.C. and Lelouch’s oddly bubbly mom confront Charles in the Human Instrumentality Machine where Charles and Marianne reveal that VV murdered Marianne because he thought she was trying to Yoko Ono Charles and distracting him from the whole human instrumentality project with her bubbly free spirit despite her being just as down for murdering everyone into one human blob of peace as they were, so idk where that’s coming from. She injects herself into Anya who’s there for… reasons I guess, and can communicate with C.C. So now Lelouch knows his parents threw him and Nunally under the bus for… reasons idk this part is really confusing and I don’t understand the details of this plan and I don’t think I’m supposed to. Lelouch’s whole vengeance ploy was a lie built by his parents as a tertiary part of their Human Instrumentality project. Lelouch is just like “Fuck it, using my geass” and uses his geass on FUCKING GOD to request that the entirety of human consciousness reject the idea of stripping away identities and ambition to live in peace in a static world. Man the ending of Neon Genesis Evangelion is a lot different than I remember, though still ends with someone getting choked oddly enough. After Marianne and Charles get yeeted out of existence by the entirety of human consciousness, Lelouch and Suzkau stand off and we just kind cut to a month later where Lelouch waltzes in and claims the throne in his school uniform like it’s no big deal and Suzaku kicks everyone ass who objects before Lelouch Geass’s the whole royal family to just let him be Emperor, that’s one way of doing things I guess.

Inuyasha: Kino’s Journey, I mean Kikyo’s Lonely Journey. This is a neat little filler episode for Kikyo to get some screentime and tells a sad story about an aging bandit that just wants his twisted soul to be redeemed. So in the manga Kikyo just meets this guy and he’s like “Hey Mt. Hakurei’s pretty cool, can you bury my hair there so I can be saved?” and she goes there to do it. The anime has this guy be the impetius for Narkau has he was Onigumo’s rival and apparently Onigumo was already throwing other people in to fight his enemies for him before he became Naraku (which is weird because Onigumo also has the Spider Burn Scar already and idk how that’d work since the series implied the burn mark was the only part of Onigumo’s burns that wouldn’t heal but he has the scar BEFORE this guy burns his whole body for revenge) other than that it’s a decent origin story and fleshes out some stuff that we were only vaguely aware of before. It’s neat to see Kikyo in this somber tale of a dying man’s last wish even if most of it is filler and there’s a random hair eyeball demon out of nowhere.

Yu Yu Hakusho: We have a bit of a breather episode with Hiei’s arm still fucked up and Yusuke exhausted and drained and unable to use his spirit gun. Meanwhile the guys actually do something people should do in tournament arcs more often ACTUALLY FUCKING WATCH THE OTHER TEAMS FIGHT. They only watch their next opponents and the final boss so it’s not full points but at least they’re trying to get some intel so they’re not floored by surprise techniques later on. Keiko says she doesn’t want to see Yusuke yet because somehow he looks more weirdly at home fighting for his life against demons than he did in high school, which is a life choice I guess. Yusuke fights a hilariously over the top sports-themed demon for a bit until the team leader goes and kills him for jumping the gun. Then we get the fight of their next opponents’ zombie Frankenstein team beating some mooks and Toguro OHKs all the guys from Rugby man’s team to literally flex on everyone.

Fate Zero: We interrupt the current Holy Grail war to bring you this flashback already in progress. Kerrygitsu Emiya is an average boy that no one understands, except his dad and is making zombies in his basement and his childhood crush is patient zero and now he feels nothing about murdering anyone and female Dante kills all the zombies and everyone’s just kinda dead inside and magic fucking sucks like who wants to be immortal anyway. This episode was basically like a short movie and that was pretty neat, didn’t expect Dead Island to invade Fate but it IS a neat change of pace to see what kind of natural horrors mages can get into without the help of impossibly beautiful historical figures and what the M(age)IB has to clean up.  

Konosuba: Kazuma’s still throwing around the possibility of getting rich by selling modern inventions with the masked dude’s handicrafts so he’s in a ridiculously good mood but since Konosuba works on Everybody Hates Chris logic there’s just this unnerving tension that we all know this won’t work out because comedy protagonists demand misery (which always kinda makes me uncomfortable when we never get a break from their suffering) but for now things are good, nobody’s trying to kill them and they’ve paid off their student loans so it’s time for a hot springs episode… except this is Konosuba so we’re not going to do a hot springs episode, we’re going to do a whole fucking hot springs ARC. So this episode is just the trip there and it’s kinda funny that monsters that just fucking yeet themselves into the hardest thing around attacks and Kazuma’s dumb enough to think Darkness’s body is harder than her magic adamantium armor, usually he’d be right that the dumb character quirks are the answer but this is just physics dude.

Sailor Moon Crystal: Okay so this time we have another “kidnap a Sailor Guardian” episode except we break from the formula a bit this time. For some reason it’s not really focused on Venus this time, man for someone that was active before Sailor Moon and built up a whole cover story about being Serenity we have just not focused on Venus at all, like she just kinda went “Nah I’m not the princess, just got my own cat and being batman in a skirt” and there was absolutely no fallout from that. But the people that the other Guardians connected with in their episodes notice their disappearances and the Black Moon peeps are like “Hey a lot of our dudes are fucking dying and it sucks” and their Sage is like “Nah this is cool bro, kill Sailor Moon” and their prince is like “Do what the mysterious man in the black cloak that came out of nowhere and I unquestioningly obey says” and everyone just kinda does. Chibi-Usa steals the Legendary Silver Crystal which… that was fucking easy, a small powerless child just did what these guys fucking couldn’t. Like Rubeus fucking recognizes Usagi out of her disguise, they have to know where she lives, why didn’t they just take it while she was sleeping too? Seems like Chibi did it like it was no big deal idfk. Mamoru meets with the council of Crystal Gems and is like “Man being a dude in a Shojo sucks, I got no powers” and they’re like “Nah bro, shojo’s all about emotions, just feel shit real hard and you’ll get powers my dude” which turns out is true because he has a fucking Tuxedo Mask Kamehameha which is pretty dope. Honestly I think Mamoru’s my favorite character just as far as depth is concerned, there’s a lot of different sides to him which may be a side effect of him being an archtype of an idealized boyfriend but hey, results is results and we got a good character somehow. Anyway the other thing that’s different from the formula is that Venus actually doesn’t get kidnapped this time so that’s pretty dope. Also Chibi-Usa admits she’s from 1000 years in the future which I feel like was a huge thing at the time but at this point either Sailor Moon’s been around long enough that you just straight up know that or the tropes have been around long enough that you’ll have figured it out from the clues. Not taking away from the reveal just it got less shocking with age. Anyway we get Sailor Pluto next time, feel like that’s out of planetary order but okay.

Durarara!!: This is basically the big shit hitting the fan episode. Celty tells Mikado about Masaomi and Anri’s secret identities because he’s the only one that doesn’t know at this point. Feel like Anri’s takes a little more explanation, Mikado being the leader of the yellow scarves is relatively straightforward but “Anri’s the Slasher” doesn’t really get across the whole scope of her role as the queen of a hive mind of zombie mind slaves laying dormant in society. Also Shizuo’s been shot twice and he’s just like “eh I’ve had worse” and is kinda pissy about it but overall fine. Masaomi’s basically ready to throw his life away as the coup of the Yellow Scarves is complete and wants to face his cowardly past by dying “bravely” by charging into a huge crowd of people that want him dead. Horada has basically made the yellow scarves into the new blue squares and Masaomi kicks a lot of ass trying to get to him but almost dies before Anri saves him and Mikado busts in on Celty’s bike and now three rival gang lords have lot of ‘splaining to do.

[mylovelies-docx]

Kid Krow - Comfort Crowd

Part 6!

A/N: We finally find out what promise Y/N made and couldn’t keep.

Chapter warnings: angst (as always), and like one paragraph of very vague smut.

As always, listen to the song here!

And read the story on AO3 here!

Taglist: @maraudersandco @sociallyawkwardcircus-freak-hi @hkmultifandom @spider-starry @ashleykaiba @mayangel19

Word count: 3.2k (a long boy!)

When you stormed out of the cockpit, Mille, Zalos, and Arle refused to look at you. You couldn’t blame them; you looked like hell. Zorii sat sharpening a blade and ticked her head towards the cockpit, asking silently if you wanted her to deal with Poe. You sniffed hard, scrubbed at your eyes, shook your head, and practically ran to your quarters.

You pleaded with the universe to just make Poe sit still and not follow you. You could not handle another moment with him, or else you would explode. Or more specifically, your heart would explode and you would die a slow, agonized death. All because of Poe kriffing Dameron and his stupid, stupid , friendship.

You made your way through the corridors, leaning heavily against the walls in order to not fall over in your pursuit of a private downward spiral.

Eventually you made it to your door and entered your code. The door slid open and you rushed inside, closing it behind you as fast as you could so you could be alone. But going where so many memories of Poe lived had been a mistake. Being alone with your thoughts and emotions was just too much.

It was all too much.

With a shattered scream, you broke down. Every last piece of your heart was wrecked and crushed and ripped apart until it was unrecognizable. And still, this burning, unending pain would not. Go. Away!

Outside, you heard a raised voice. Poe. Saying something about needing to talk, to explain, to apologize. But then muffled, indistinct words of warning from Zorii. You knew that Zorii would not let Poe anywhere near you after what had just happened and how upset she knew you were.

Zorii walked inside, her lithe frame seemed to be held together by rage alone. She hadn’t even bothered to knock or ask if you wanted someone around. But regardless, she was now your best friend, and you just needed company now.

“I will refrain from speaking too much on it, but I do need to emphasize how much I despise that man for everything he’s done to you,” she explained, and settled on your cot.

You wheezed out a humourless laugh. You were numb, through and through, after the havoc that had occurred over your last two encounters with Poe.

Zorii was still angry, but she opened her arms to you for comfort anyway. The look on her face and in her manners spoke of softness in spite of her fury, and it broke whatever respite your breakdown had afforded you. A cry exploded from between your lips, slamming into the walls of your quarters and deafening you. It was the sound of anguish and pain and betrayal that was ripped straight from your heart.

You hadn’t felt so miserable and pitiful in all your life: those stupid kids from back home could never have made you feel as bad as Poe has.

Zorii opened her arms wider and you ran to her. You clutched at her waist, burying your face in her stomach and just sobbed . Sobbed for the best and only friend that you had had for years before Zorii came along. Sobbed for the stupid, love-sick fool that couldn’t take a fucking hint and get over her best friend that never saw anything in her anyway.

Sobbed for yourself. Your pitiful, sad excuse of a self.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine,” you muttered over and over again in hopes of getting your pain under control. “I don’t really need him. I don’t. I don’t…”

She sighed, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “ You’ve said that lie already . We both know what a load of bantha crap it is.”

You repeat yourself over and over again, trying to drive it through your own skull instead of hers.

“Look,” Zorii sighed once again, “I know you loved him. As more than a best friend.” You cringed against her, ashamed that Zorii had to find out how you felt about the man she had been sleeping with. “And trust me, I understand the appeal all too well. I wouldn’t have started anything up with him if I had known how you felt. And to give credits where credits are due, you hid it really well; I had no idea until last week.”

You still couldn’t believe that Poe had said that to you in front of Zorii, remembering how terrible you had felt about it and how profusely you had apologized to Zorii once she had come to check on you that night.

“I overheard your holo-vid with Kes the other night as well,” Zorii admitted, wincing at her own invasion of your privacy. You were too overwhelmed to tell her you really didn’t mind.

“He mentioned some force tree or something? I don’t really know what you had said before that, but he mentioned that and you went quiet. I’ll admit that I was intrigued and maybe wandered closer to your door than I intended to.”

Her voice went soft after that.

“But then I heard you mention that he knew: what who knew, at that point, I wasn’t sure. But you went on to explain how you had felt so pretty dressed up in Shara Bey’s dress and how you had prepared a whole speech. At that point, I figured you were talking about Poe.”

You closed your eyes against her and tried hard to push the memory away.

***

It was a lovely day on Yavin IV, and the big, gnarly-rooted force tree near the Dameron’s household was a brilliant green in the midday glow. The wind was whispering through the jungle, and all the creatures that made it their home seemed to be singing along to some unspoken melody. Just for you.

And for Poe, whenever he decided to show up.

You were all nerves. Sweat under your arms, a racing heart, and clammy hands: always the best look for confessing your love to someone.

You and Poe had returned home to Yavin last month after being away for a few years. Your group had had a close call on the last run, and you begged Poe to come with you to see Kes and your gran.

Your gran couldn’t care less that you hadn’t been home, but Kes was ecstatic that you guys had come back to see him.

Poe had gone to the market to pick up some snacks for the picnic Kes told him you had planned. Poe just didn’t know that it was supposed to be a date for the two of you, and Kes wasn’t going to spoil the surprise.

You were busy getting ready when Kes presented you with the most beautiful dress you had ever seen from Shara Bey’s closet. He was adamant that you wore that particular dress, since it was the one he loved most on her. Your emotions were already bubbling over from anxiety, but the look on Kes’s face when he looked at the dress broke your heart. You could see that he was reliving a memory of him and Shara Bey, and you just couldn’t break the spell that it had over him, so you sat quietly.

He eventually resurfaced and left you alone to finish your routine, all the while insisting that you’d be his official daughter sooner or later. Your smile was so big that it hurt your cheeks.

You arrived at the tree and started to set up the blanket and pillows that you had brought from the Dameron household. The blanket was spread out in the flattest nook between roots, and the pillows were propped up against the trunk. You took your place among the pillows and waited.

And waited.

Admittedly, Poe was prone to getting carried away with conversations between himself and the vendors, but that particular outing seemed to last forever in your mind. You knew why later, but at that point in time, you were convinced that Poe felt something for you and would return for you soon.

You knew that he felt something for you; on all your spice runs, he begged you to stay inside the ship and be safe, he brought you back pretty trinkets that he said reminded him of you, and he was always flirting.

Always.

The nickname he gave you? Princess? Absolutely flirtatious. The hugs before and after he left the ship? Obviously an excuse to be close to you. The little winks he’d send over the fire at you and all the inside jokes you two had? Come on! It was all right there. And Kes agreed! So, you two devised this little set up so that you could finally confess to Poe.

Even with only the progression of Yavin Prime to get a rough estimate of time’s passage, it still took Poe entirely too long to find you. When he finally showed up, you had fallen into a light sleep.

“Where’s dad?” Poe asked, setting down a basket with absolutely nothing in it. He plopped down right beside it, startling you awake.

“Where are our picnic supplies?” You countered, rubbing your eyes and feeling nauseous and disoriented after your impromptu nap.

He lifted his hands in the air as if to say “what can you do” and grunted. “Everyone had packed up by the time I got there. Why isn’t dad out here with us? Did he go back to the house to grab something?” His nonchalance and lack of apology really ate away at your resolve to profess your love to him. You wanted to know what took him so long before you said anything about your feelings.

“No, no he never came out here,” you explained. “Why did it take you so long to get to the market? You left hours ago -- the sun’s going down.” You were wringing your hands in your lap, nervous about what his answer could be.

“I was just catching up with someone; nothing to worry your beautiful head about.” When he said that, he had smoothed over the top of your head like a cherished and beloved friend. “It’s a good thing for us, I promise,” he winked. You were eating it all up like you were starved for affection.

How tragic.

You quickly grasped his hand before you lost all nerve. You kept it between your palms, drawing patterns on the back of it that kept your eyes down and away from his questioning gaze and adorable, slightly confused smile.

The future opened up bright and wonderful before you: your mutual affections coming out in the open and that long-awaited first kiss. Stars , you had been fantasizing about Poe’s lips for more than half of your life at that point. And his hands. His hands! Maker, if they would just glide over your skin and caress you like you had pictured for years, you would die a happy woman. And you’d thread your hands through those beautiful curls at the nape of his neck and tug just a little bit, until he groaned like you had always heard in your dreams. You would move together, right on that blanket under the force tree you and Poe had always loved. You would come apart in the most delicious way, panting and crying, with his mother’s ring dangling from the chain around his neck and nestling itself into the hollow of your throat. And then he would grind into you one final time and just pour his affections into your neck and mouth for safe keeping.

How goddamn tragic it all turned out to be .

“I need to tell you something,” you whispered, looking up through your eyelashes at him. He grinned, seeming just as excited and nervous as you were.

“Me too. I’ve been dying to tell you something for days now!” He wiggled where he sat next to you, scooting as close as he could and touching your foreheads together, like you were about to share secrets that were only meant for the two of you.

“You first,” you said, breathless. You couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

“No, no. You had something to say first, so you go ahead.” Poe had still been grinning at you, the happiest you had seen him in a while.

“How about we say it together?” You countered, giving his hand a little squeeze in anticipation.

“Okay, on the count of three,” he began.

“One…” you said together.

“Two…” you continued.

“Three!” You shut your eyes.

“I love you,” -- “Zorii and I are together,”

Silence. Your eyes were still shut, but now you were holding them so tightly that shapes were floating behind your eyelids. Poe pulled his hand from yours.

“What?” He asked, sounding confused and slightly wounded. Like he couldn’t believe that you had the nerve to say that out loud and ruin everything .

“Don’t,” you began, turning your head down and willing your heart to stop its frantic pace in your chest. “I – I didn’t know… I thought…” you trailed off, unsure what to say to fix the mess that you had created.

“(Y/N), do—do you love me? As more than a friend?” He grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his baffled gaze. You couldn’t think straight at that point, so you said the first thing that had popped in your mind.

“Yes, of course I do.”

Stupid girl.

“Oh, princess.” He released your chin and sat back, resting against the pillows like he was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to deal with the situation any longer. “I’m sorry if I ever did anything to lead you on; I just thought we were friends. I mean, we both see other people, and I’ve never felt that way about you so I didn’t think you did either.”

He could not have said anything worse to you in that moment, could not have said anything that sucked all the warmth from your body any faster than that had.

Okay, (Y/N), just breathe. Think of a way out of this, you begged your frazzled mind. Anything would be better than the silence stretching between you at that point.

“I guess… I got some things confused. I’m sorry.” And now you were that little girl again, apologizing for things out of your control and no fault of your own.

You felt small again, insignificant and alone. A floating pile of junk in the vacuum of space, with no planet in sight and no answers to your distress calls.

Poe could see you spiraling, he had known you long enough to recognize the signs.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, princess, we’ll figure this out,” he murmured, coming closer to you once again. He arranged the pillows so that he could lay back with you on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and muttered soothing words, trying to calm you down and bring you back to him. Like he had done so many times before.

“No, there’s nothin’ to figure out; this is on me. Just give me some time and I’ll get over it.” You hadn’t gotten over it in all the years you had loved him-- truly loved him-- but you had vowed to figure it out, and quickly, so that you could stop feeling like that. “I promise I’ll get over it,” you said into the fist that was curled next to your face on his chest.

You closed your eyes and tried not to focus too hard on how good he felt underneath you like that. How intimate it was, how much it reminded you of the outcome of every daydream you had had.

How you knew that it was probably how he and Zorii spent their nights together now...

***

“Kes didn’t know how that day turned out because Poe and I fell asleep outside. I was too embarrassed to face him that next mornin’, so I sent Poe back to tell him we got an urgent message and had to leave. I don’t know exactly what they said to each other, but Poe looked sad when he came back and I didn’t wanna know.” The confession slipped through your lips, chapped from all the salty tears that you had cried into Zorii’s tunic.

“Oh, (Y/N). I’m so, so sorry. He was on a call with me that evening. I had no idea you were waiting on him; he just mentioned you all were going on a picnic and that his dad could keep you company for a while.” Her hands clenched against your back, as if trying to protect from a hurt that had already passed and done its damage.

“That boy wouldn’t know a Gungan from an Ewok if they were both standing in front of him. The only reason we ever got together was because I made the first move.” Her hands now continued their previous path of soothing circles, hoping to make up for the pain that she unintentionally caused not so long ago.

It amazed you how drastically things could change in such a short amount of time.

“It’s alright, Zorii, I’m not mad at you. I’m just angry at myself. Always at myself. For bein’ too slow, too emotional, too much and never enough at the same time.” You were defeated and exhausted, no longer able to keep even an ember of your earlier fire alive.

“I will not tolerate you speaking about my best friend that way; she is a wonderful person, and the best damn pilot we’ve ever had. She doesn’t deserve to be treated this way,” Zorii chided, having pushed you away from her and giving you a stern look.

You returned something resembling a smile.

You looked back to her lap where you had just spent an indeterminate amount of time; the white fabric covering her stomach was completely transparent.

“Oh Rii, I’m sorry about your clothes,” you mumbled, trying to dry it with the sleeves of your outfit. It did no good.

“I don’t really mind; I like my shirts soggy,” she said, deadpan.

This time, a real laugh bubbled up from your throat. You were immensely grateful you had a friend like her.

______

For months after Poe’s departure, you kept a smile on your shoulders until you were sweaty; begging on your knees for somebody to come and help you when it was too much to carry. Zorii did her best, but no one could replace the comfort and happiness you had once found in Poe. You eventually stopped asking for help and pretended to have moved on.

But time passes, and past hurts are less painful. Especially when you don’t think about them.

You had seen the missed messages from Poe in those early days. Every time your comm buzzed, the despair you felt over your situation returned tenfold, and the only option was to throw the device in a forgotten corner and let it die -- just like your feelings.

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Doom: To Hell And Back

Chapter 9: Siberia

Guys this is it! The final official chapter! The journey has been amazing so far and I am truly lucky to have all of you go through it with me! But we're not done yet! There is so much in store for John and Crow! Stay tuned! (As usual no beta)

-H❤🖖

The sound of distant gunfire pulled you from the dark, a fire burned at your back. A hiss of pain escaped your lips, “I hope I never have to do that again,” your voice came out raspy, your mouth dry as the desert above you. Making the necessary checks, nothing seemed too bad, well besides the giant burn on your back. Finding purchase you pushed yourself off of the ground, wincing at all the aches and pains. Climbing to your feet, you stumble into the corridor wall. The gunfire continued making you look for your weapon, groaning in frustration you saw it amongst the debris warped and battered. 

You pulled your sidearm from its holster; using the wall as a crutch you made your way in the direction of the gunfire. The ARK chamber. 

The trek took longer than it should have; panting you gripped the edge of the stone doorway that led into the ARK. “Hello, Crow,” a voice growled from behind you, a large hand landed on your shoulder and squeezed. Yelping in pain you were swiveled around so you were facing Sarge, his eyes seemed to glow unnaturally. He grinned like a predator, the grip on your shoulder getting tighter. “Murderous son of a-” 

And before you knew what was happening you were flying through the air. You landed with a strangled cry, crashing into an abandoned security desk. Crumpling to the ground you gasped out, pain scorched through your body like a wildfire. Gingerly you lifted your arm to your chest, ‘broken’ you grumbled. Sarge was on you again, he reached down with a sadistic smile and wrapped a meaty hand around your throat. The air entering your body suddenly stopped as he lifted you off of the ground. Your heart pounded in your ears while your head throbbed and bled freely; shifting your eyes you saw them and worry coursed through you. 

Sam and Duke skidded to a halt by the entrance, clawing at Sarge’s hand you kick your feet out bracing them against his chest trying desperately to get out of his grasp. It didn’t phase him in the slightest. Sam held Duke back from raising his gun, “You might hit (Y/N),” she said worriedly.

 Sarge turned, your body struggling in grasp. “Duke, fall in! We got shit to do!” Sarge barked and Duke scowled stepping in front of Sam. “With all due respect Sarge but fuck you,” he hissed raising his gun. Sarge chuckled and held you up like a dying shield; Duke wavered uncertainly. 

“Go!” you managed to gasp out pleadingly. “Da’mit Duke, go” you gurgled vision dimming at the lack of oxygen. Duke cursed and dragged Sam back out the ARK chamber door. Sarge chuckled darkly glancing at the quarantine timer, “I’ll find them soon,” he promised. You hissed, one of your hands falling limply to your side as your struggling stopped. Sarge set down his rather large gun, sniffing the air. He brought his empty hand to your hair and petted you softly. 

“Well, that’s new,” he purred, sniffing again. His grip on your neck loosened slightly allowing a minuscule amount of air back into your lungs. ‘I’ll take whatever I can get,’ you thought numbly. Sarge lowered you to the floor but kept his hold on your throat, 

“I just might keep you alive,” he purred stroking your cheek. Wrinkling your nose at the promises in his words you glare at him, 

“Sorry, Sarge but I’m just not that into you,” you growled your hand brushing over the knife on your hip. Sarge just chuckled removing his hand from your throat so he could grip your chin, his hold caused your cheeks to puff into a pout. 

“I would gladly take you here and now,” his chest rumbled in an animalistic growl. His words made a chill travel up and down your spine, “Here’s an idea, how about you go fuck yourself,” you snarled. Swiftly pulled the knife out of its sheath you drive it into the junction between Sarge’s shoulder and neck. 

The man howled in pain instantly letting you go. Baring his teeth Sarge swung; you flew through the air into the security desk again officially shattering the glass and plastic. A newfound pain blossomed over your body, “I really have to learn not to agitate things that are infected with C24,” you cried letting your head drop with a dull thud. Your hands drifted to your stomach a large shard of glass was sticking out of your abdomen. 

Sarge loomed over you looking mildly disappointed as if he accidentally broke his new toy. “Damn,” he grumbled before moving away to let you bleed out. What’s left of the adrenaline that had been pouring through you all night had finally drained away. Through the pain, you started to feel cold and numb, ‘that’s not good,’ you thought weakly. The sound of talking and shouting pulled you back from submerging into the dark, “She’s dead Reaper,” 

A howl of rage echoed across the room and the sound of fighting. Flesh punching flesh and the boom of what had to be Sarge’s “BFG,” 

“(Y/N), oh my God!” Sam flew to your side ducking low before falling to her knees beside you. Duke ran to your other side and rested a friendly hand on your forehead. You cried out when Sam gently pressed her hands around the glass, “It’s okay, you’ll be okay!” Sam sobbed. 

She took away her hands and reached into her pocket fumbling with the tiny vial. “Sam,” Duke warned uneasily as he held one of your hands. Sam set the vial down so she could fumble through your pockets looking for a spare syringe. Finding one in your hip pouch, Sam snatched the vial up off the ground. 

“Pull the glass out,” Sam whispered to Duke as she injected C24 into your neck. You whimpered when Duke carefully pulled the shard of glass from your abdomen, “You’ll be alright baby doll,” he murmured smoothing down your hair while placing his other hand over his sidearm. The fighting grew more intense making both Sam and Duke duck and bend over you like two concerned parents. You looked at them blearily a few tears escaping your eyes, your vision getting darker and darker by the second. “You’ll be okay,” Sam soothed placing her hand over Dukes, the sound of ARK activating in the background made them peer over the broken security desk. “(Y/N)!” John’s voice echoed through your head as you faded away. 

 Whispers and warmth greeted you when you swam back to the surface of consciousness again. For the millionth time that night. Everything ached like growing pains but you no longer felt intense pain. Opening your eyes took some effort but when you did you immediately regretted it, “Oh what the fuck,” you groaned scrunching up your nose in distaste. You snapped your eyes closed again hoping to keep the bright lights at bay. 

The whispers turned into amused chuckles, “Welcome back to the land of the living,” Duke said somewhere to your left. “Why is it so damn bright?” you hissed turning your head away into a rough vest. That’s when you realized, arms held onto you, and the warmth that you were thoroughly enjoying belonged to someone. Someone who smelt rather nice, opening up your eyes again, you look up. John looked down at you with his dark hazel eyes, 

“I’m still trying to get used to it,” he chuckled, he smiled down at you crookedly. You groaned a little, “Right, I’m superhuman now,” 

 Sam peered over at you with her own grin, “I’m just glad you’re not insane and trying to eat people,” she teased. You snort and gave her a thumbs-up, “I aim to please,”  

John looked like he was struggling with something and kept sniffing the area near your hair. “Do I smell that bad?” you asked jokingly. 

Duke snorted, “I think we all smell damn bad,” he grumbled sniffing his pits with a grimace. John’s quiet laughter shook you gently, “No you don’t smell bad,” he whispered to you. He looked away as the elevator became a little tense. Sam snickered, “So uh how did all this spider webbing get into your hair?” she asked picking a few more wisps from your head. 

You shudder, “Spiders, never again. I officially have a phobia,” you muttered resting your head against John’s shoulder in defeat. The elevator slowed to a stop and dinged; the doors opened revealing a platoon’s worth of soldiers. They stood there, weapons aimed, red dot sites dancing over you and the others. Duke and Sam put up their hands as John led them onto the tarmac,

“Stand down!” a voice shouted and the red dots disappeared. A familiar man pushed through the crowd, “Crow!” he shouted jogging over to the elevator entrance. You gripped John’s vest and whipped your head around, “Hunter!” the relief in your voice was evident. You were so happy to see your commanding officer that you didn’t notice John stiffen. His arms tightened around you as Gunnery Sergeant Edward Cayden approached. 

“Ed, Siberia,” you hissed making eye contact with him. Your CO stiffened upon hearing the code word; to everyone on your team it meant danger, get out now. His eyes went from concern to serious, nodding once Hunter led your small group to a waiting chopper. Everyone from RRTS unit 4 was there, they all looked relieved to see that you were alright. Big brothers and crazy uncles the lot of them. Hunter spoke lowly into the team’s comm, “Siberia,” 

They all stiffened before they wrapped the survivors up in a protective bubble. “Icarus, Manny, why don’t you take over for our pilots,” Hunter suggested casually. Both men broke off from the group swiftly and opened the front cab of the helo, the pilots protested but did as they were told anyway. Hunter activated the main door and watched as everyone piled in; one of the boys offered to take you but John simply ignored him and stepped up into the transport with little difficulty. 

“Leave them be Rust,” Hunter barked when the man began to protest. You gave your team a reassuring smile hoping to put everyone at ease. Sam took the seat next to when John set you down and buckled you in. She took your hand, eyes flitting from face to face, “It’s okay,” you whispered to her but made sure John and Duke heard you as well. A solid fifteen minutes after takeoff Hunter crouched in front of your lips pressed tightly together. 

“What do you need kid?” he whispered, no one spoke as they watched you. Taking a deep breath you looked your friend dead in the eye, “To disappear,” 

The men looked at each other and nodded, “I can’t ask any of you-” you hurried over your words but your unit already began making preparations. They stripped their comms and pulled apart their weapons. Rust moved over to a panel in the floor and yanked it up revealing a mass of wires and circuits, he fiddled for a moment before yanking out a few bits of tech. The mass of wires sparked for a moment and settled again. 

“Tracker is offline, we’re ghosts for a little while,” he said and Hunter nodded once. “Icarus, we need to disappear,” he pounded on the cockpit door. A double-tap of understanding echoed back. He looked back at you and the shocked faces of your companions, “Time to become ghosts!” he cheered enthusiastically. 

“Hunt-” you protested and the men started shouting at you to shut up; smirking you looked down at your feet. Hunter stopped in front of you while the tech of your ragtag team tossed the trackers out the partially opened door. “You’re family (Y/N) and if you of all people invoked Siberia then-” he looked around and the men began whooping in agreement, “Then something big went down and we need to get you out of the fire,” 

“What happened sis?” the tech affectionately named I.T. asked. Everyone quieted down; you looked over at John biting your lip. He inclined his head a fraction in a silent ‘Do you trust them?’ looking at every member of your team you let your eyes flit back to him with and nodded. The silent conversation only lasted seconds but it spoke volumes. He reached down squeezing your hand, ‘I trust you,’ 

Taking a deep shuddering breath you turned your attention to your captive audience, 

 “It all started with a girl named Lucy…” 

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How many times have you ever ridden an elephant? This question makes it seem like riding elephants is a common thing everyone does. Anyway, I’ve never ridden an elephant.

Do you like cobblers? No. What do you think about Lord of the Rings? look... i feel like im the only person who hasnt read the books OR watched the movies. i feel like it wouldnt be my thing <<< I haven’t either. I have no desire to. 

What kind of cup did you last drink out of? It was one of our Disney collector glasses that McDonald’s was giving out when I was a kid.

Do you currently have any cuts or scrapes? No.

Did you like Barney as a child? I was obsessed with Barney. 

What color vacuum do you use? It’s black.

Do you have a lot of clothes hangers in your house? Yeah.

Have you ever been in a Latin class? No.

Have you ever had bubble gum stuck in your hair? That happened once when I was a kid.

Is there any pet hair stuck to your clothing? I’m sure.

What do you smell? Nothing at the moment.

Have you ever watched The Gremlins? No.

What is your favorite type of seashell? I don’t have a particular favorite. 

Do you love 3-D movies? Wearing the glasses was a nuisance as a glasses wearer, plus I feel like the 3D effects were generally not all that good. 

Have you ever used Proactiv? Yeah.

Is your cell on charge? No.

Do you like dirt or sand better? Sand cause the beach.

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Do you own an iHome? No.

Do you own a BEST FRIEND charm or firgurine? No.

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Are you watching cartoons? No.

Do you own a pet spider? That’s a HELL no.

Do you like mouthwash? No.

Have you ever used a Ped-Egg? No. Ew, the commercial for that always made me gag.

Do you like Olay products? I couldn’t tell you the last Olay product I used.

Have you ever gone on a cruise? No.

Do you use green pens? Not often, but I’m not opposed to it.

Do you own anything that has a striped pattern on it? Yeah.

Do you watch Wheel of Fortune? I haven’t in quite a long time.

Are there any fake tattoos on you? No. There aren’t any real ones either.

When’s the last time you saw your grandpa? My maternal grandpa passed away back in 2010 and it’s been 3 years since I’ve seen my paternal grandpa. 

Is there a rocking chair in your house? No.

Do you call your animals “baby names”? Yeah. My doggo has a ton of nicknames.

Why does George Lopez say “I GOT THIS!!” in that voice? Ask him.

Do you have homework? Nope, I’m done with school.

Have you ever gone to a Monster Truck show? No.

Well, have you ever seen the Nutcracker? Yeah, in elementary school for a field trip.

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Do you always use manners? Maybe not always at home, but generally yes.

Have you ever been stood up? No.

Are your lips chapped? No.

Have you ever been kicked in the throat? Gahhh, no.

Do you own a fishtank? Nope.

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Do you like the song “Barbie Girl”? Sure.

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If you have a cell, is it touch screen? Yes.

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Did you get into the Livestrong bracelet kick? I did.

Do you use cheat codes on video games? Yeah.

Have you ever gone mudding on a fourwheeler? No.

Is there a rolly chair in your bed room? My wheelchair.

What is your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher? Watermelon was my favorite. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had a Jolly Rancher, though.

Who is your favorite super hero? Iron Man, Scarlet Witch, Spiderman.

Have you ever been to a church camp? No.

Is there a trampoline in your back yard? Nope.

Have you ever played Dance Dance Revolution? No. Have you ever swam in a creek? No.

Do you enjoy running? Nopeee.

How long has it been since you last slept? Like 30 minutes.

What are your thoughts on Myspace? What a time. It was all the rage back in the day and I was definitely super into it. Then it just died and everyone went to Facebook.

What is the last thing you dropped? My water bottle.

How many nickels are in your posession? I have no idea.

Is the sound on your laptop or computer turned off? No, it’s on because I’m listening to an ASMR video.

How many items do you have in your “favorites”? Where?

Would you ever slide down a razor blade slide into a pool full of alcohol? Uh, no???

What is the last infomercial you saw? *shrug* Probably an exercise one.

How many magnets are on your refrigerator? Several.

How many keychains do you own? I have a ton of keychains.

Do you own anything with a peace sign on it? Possibly.

Have you ever been to Johnny Rocket’s? Yes.

How many stuffed animals are in your room? A ton. Look up, then to the right. What do you see? My closet.

Have you ever done the “Cupid Shuffle”. No, but I’m familiar with the song and dance.

Do you know how to do the Solja Boy dance? I can’t do it, but yeah I know the dance.

When is the last time you wore shorts? A couple days ago.

Do you like elevators or escelators? I have to use elevators.

Have you ever layed on a tampur pedic? No.

Have you ever been in Karate? No.

What color is the nearest lampshade? White.

Is there anyone in the room with you? No.

How long has it been since you’ve eaten a Reese’s? It’s been a long time. When is the last time you went to Walmart? A few weeks ago.

Do you own any body glitter? I have a glitter spray from Bath & Body Works.

What brand of hair straightner do you own, if you own one? I don’t have one.

What is your favorite brand of chips? Frito-Lay.

What time was it 20 minutes ago? 5:50AM.

When is the last time you pet an animal? Last night.

Do you own anything from Aeropostale? Not anymore.

Did you have fun with this survey? I wish there weren’t so many straight yes or no questions.

Was it random, or no? Sure.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 270: Harry Potter Rules

Previously on BnHA: Present Mic punched Ujiko in the face! It was awesome. I’m thinking about getting a tattoo of it. Meanwhile Endeavor saved Mirko’s life by setting her on fire (reason #15 why I will never become a superhero), and Aizawa did some sexy Spider-Man poses for our viewing pleasure while fighting the rest of these Noumus which are still annoyingly refusing to die. Anyway but back to Present Mic, the undisputed MVP of this chapter. Because you see, in addition to the punching, he also used his Loud Voice attack (literally the actual attack name; Horikoshi will steal all of my jokes and leave me with nothing) to smash open Tomura’s Noumutank! Which I really thought was going to immediately lead to Everyone Dying, but apparently I was wrong! Anyways so yeah, right now Tomura’s just lying down all heart-stopped and not-breathing. Which seems very anticlimactic, BUT I JUST HAVE THE CRAZIEST FEELING that maybe, just maybe, the super powerful villain lad who just spent the last three arcs slowly upgrading his bad self just in time to wage war on the world as the story reaches its climax, might not actually be dead though.

Today on BnHA: DON’T MIND THAT OMINOUS ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND, IT’S NOTHING, IGNORE IT. Ahem. So first of all, as some of the bolder among us dared to speculate, Tomura is not, in fact, dead. He’s still very much kicking it with his nipple-less pecs and truffula tree hair, putzing around in his mental landscape filled with crumbled buildings and disembodied Theatrical Gesture Hands. For some reason he doesn’t have shoes or a shirt in his mental landscape, which was a very interesting choice on Horikoshi’s part, but we will speak no more of it. Anyway so to sum things up, Tomura’s family is all “TENKO WE LOVE YOU” and he’s all “oh hey” and then AFO fucking appears and he’s all “COME HERE MY BOY” which is exactly as creepy as you would expect, and for some fucking reason TOMURA ACTUALLY DOES COME HERE. And lol it turns out Ujiko gave him AFO. Like the quirk. Yes, that quirk. So long story short, Tomura is about to be possessed by AFO’s evil soul or some shit, and to put the cherry on top, fucking Deku out of fucking nowhere, MILES AWAY, is all “HE’S COMING.” Because of course he can sense it, because AFOFA IS REAL, AND FUCK ME THIS IS ALL HAPPENING TOO FAST, FUCK.

I know this chapter has been out since like 1pm, but I’m not getting to read it until 5 hours later because for once in my life I was trying to be responsible and actually get some work done on a Friday. I thought this might lead to less oh-god-I-still-have-to-get-that-done anxiety hovering over my weekend, but instead it just led to oh-god-I-have-to-get-the-chapter-recap-done anxiety hovering over my now! anyways so this might be a bit rushed lol

(ETA: yeah turns out this wasn’t exactly the kind of chapter you could just read quickly and get on with your life lmao. so, then!)

what a nice panel of Present Mic taking out the trash

you heard ‘em fellas. the doctor is secured. good job everyone we did it, manga over, congratulations. now to cut away to a two-page spread of Dark Shadow comically smothering Dabi’s flames with a giant stock pot lid, and that’ll be that! what a wonderful, extremely short and strangely underwhelming arc in which we haven’t even seen the actual main characters do anything yet. but I guess we don’t need them since the main bad guy is lying dead on the floor! everything is just so fucking dead and secured!! do you think if I keep repeating it enough Horikoshi will finally be like “okay geez I get it” and reveal his hand already

Mic is now ordering Ujiko to power down the Noumu, which again, I’m sure he will definitely do without a fuss since after all the good guys have clearly won the day

OH SHIT OH FUCK

rip X-Less. gonna just take a moment here to imprint your beautiful face onto my memory before it turns into a pile of ash. your face, I mean. not my memory. well my memory more or less already is a pile of ash but that’s neither here nor there ANYWAYS

:’)

what are these little sound effects. I think that’s supposed to be a buzzing noise?? anyways whatever it is PLEASE STOP IT, I AM NOT HAVING A NICE TIME SO STOP

ffff Horikoshi sure has done an excellent job of setting the mood in such a way that all of these panels of X-Less doing incredibly mild things are sending my stress levels through the roof. like is anyone else reading his lines more or less like “WELP, TIME FOR ME TO DIE, ANY SECOND NOW, WE’RE REALLY DOING THIS, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, HERE IT COMES”

(ETA: when is this poor sweet innocent man going to fucking die already.)

LET’S CUT BACK TO MIC ESCAPING THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY

I have the clearest mental image of Horikoshi standing by with a walkie talkie in one hand and one of those remote bomb detonation clicky switch thingies in the other, patiently waiting to receive the go-ahead once all of the important characters have gotten to safety

anyway so now Ujiko is talking again

no fear everyone this is just the beginning of his verbal noumu deactivation sequence. nothing to worry about. everything is fine

yes for some reason his code phrase to put all the noumus back to sleep involves going into rambling detail about his work researching quirk singularities and shit. it’s fine. it’s not a big deal. code phrases are just like that sometimes all right

just ignore the increasingly panicked look in Mic’s eye as he slowly realizes he was way too fucking keen to just leave the “dead” Tomura back there with his laser-eyed hero buddy. anyway so let’s continue learning all about the Quirk Illuminati or whatever the fuck

okay so... he faked his own death? 70 years ago, at age 50 or thereabouts? I mean, that’s interesting and all I guess. not saying I wouldn’t be thrilled to spend the rest of this chapter learning all about Ujiko’s boring evil life. I don’t need to say it because it’s implied on account of Ujiko sucks and is the worst. so yeah can we get a move on though

oh shit?!?

WHOSE NARRATION IS THAT IN THE BOXES TOMURA IS THAT YOU OH GOD OH GOD

also, comparing AFO’s smile to a buddha’s really sent an actual shudder of disgust down my spine for some reason lmao. I personally would have steered that comparison in a different area, maybe less to buddhas and more to Norman Bates from Psycho, but to each their own

oh shit wait up

okay but this is actually a pretty big revelation though, isn’t it? because it’s been hinted for a while now that AFO and Ujiko had some method of duplicating quirks (the fact that all the Noumu share the same regeneration quirk was the biggest clue, but there was also John-chan’s quirk, as well as Hood’s Muscular-esque quirk), but as far as I can recall, this is the first time we’ve had it confirmed. though to be fair I wasn’t joking when I said my memory really has been shit lately sob

anyway so for real though, can you really call it a BnHA chapter if you’re not spending a good chunk of it being hopelessly confused over the ownership of some ambiguous thought bubbles. WHO IS THIS. I do seriously feel like it’s Tomura, because he’s the wrathful one, but another hallmark of a typical BnHA chapter is me constantly questioning everything I know as I muddle my way through

(ETA: yeah I’m pretty sure it was him. still impressive how vague it is though! it could also potentially be Ujiko, Mic, or even Deku. hopefully Caleb’s translation on Sunday can shed some more light on this. though he wasn’t really helpful last time this happened lol.)

SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

didn’t... you just... say that “preservation” was your quirk?? what do you mean that you wanted it?? CAN YOU JUST FINISH YOUR SENTENCES LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

anyway so here’s a summary of this chapter thus far

present mic: okay goodbye forever x-less

x-less: what a strange thing to say! :) also is it just me or is this machine fucking staring at me

present mic: turn the noumu off please

ujiko: seventy years ago... society... singularity... he’d be 120 years old now...

??: [REPULSIVE FEELING EW WHO’S TOUCHING ME]

ujiko: all for one has the smile of an angel...

??: [SON OF A BITCH I’M SO FUCKING WRATHFUL]

ujiko: my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk...

all caught up?? grand. also btw is anyone else super disturbed by the fact that Ujiko recognizes Mic as being “Kurogiri’s friend”, like holy shit though? how would he know that. I can’t think of any implications of this that aren’t super disturbing tbh

anyways back to -- LOL WHAT THE

Horikoshi Kouhei: [furiously scribbling notes to himself at 3am] BUT WHAT IF THE FOLDING CITY FROM “INCEPTION” HAD MORE GIANT HANDS

jesus christ. is this like some mental representation of what shit is currently like in Tomura’s mind? lots of crumbly destruction and traffic lights and the house his father built (isn’t it? I feel like it looks familiar), and SO MANY HANDS, HE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS

anyway so at this point it’s a coin toss whether or not anything in this fucking chapter is ever going to make any kind of fucking sense! but here I am voluntarily along for the ride while Gene Wilder sings that creepy boat song right in my ear!

DSFKLDSJ

ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN FLOATING IN A JAR FOR THREE MONTHS TBH. that is some luscious quarantine hair

SDFLKJSDLFKJSLKFDHLKSDJFLKJLKSDJL:FKJSDL:KJ

(ETA: that Tomura in the top left may be my new favorite panel. look at him. all he is is a nose and chin and ~*~HAIR~*~.)

HANAAAAAA AHHHHHH OH MY LORD OH MY LORD! OKAY I’M FINALLY PAYING ATTENTION NOW FOR REAL! NO MORE JOKES! EVERYBODY SHHHH!!!

FFFFFFFFFF

“LOOK AT ME I’M A MAIN CHARACTER I CAN HAVE STRANGE VISIONS AND TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE IN MY DREAMS, SOUND LIKE ANYBODY ELSE YOU KNOW?” TOMURA SHUT UP I DON’T HAVE TIME TO ANALYZE THIS SCENE THEMATICALLY RIGHT NOW I’M TOO BUSY BEING SAD ABOUT YOUR DEAD SISTER WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY CALCULATING THE ODDS OF THIS SOMEHOW BEING FORESHADOWING FOR HER NOT REALLY BEING DEAD. OH GOD, OH FUCK YOU GUYS, I’M FREAKING OUT

WHAT KIND OF YOUNGER BROTHER DOESN’T CALL HIS OLDER SISTER “NEECHAN” TOMURA WHAT KIND OF ANIME CHARACTER ARE YOU

AT THIS POINT HIS HAIR IS ITS OWN INDIVIDUAL CHARACTER WITH THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS WOW

HORIKOSHI PLEASE STOP SHAKING THIS CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE OF SIBLING FEELS SO VIGOROUSLY I AM SO TERRIBLY AFRAID OH GOD

“BY THE WAY TENKO I JUST HAVE TO SAY, YOUR MAN BOOBS ARE SERIOUSLY IMPRESSIVE AND YOU SHOULD BE VERY PROUD.” YES HANA I WAS JUST GOING TO SAY. HOW ASTUTE OF YOU TO POINT THAT OUT. BOY HAS BEEN HITTING THAT BOWFLEX

WTAF IS HIS HAIR THOUGH SERIOUSLY??!

IS IT JUST ME OR IS THIS DIALOGUE BUBBLE ACTUALLY COMING FROM THE HAIR ITSELF. TOMURA. TOMURA BLINK TWICE IF YOU ARE IN DANGER

SJJKJSKJSW

TENKO IT’S ME YOUR GIANT MOM I’M BEHIND YOU HONEY TURN AROUND AND LOOK HELLO HI I LOVE YOU DO YOU STILL WANT TO BE A HERO

ffff why is he so pretty all the time lately

you are very handsome with your billowy hair and ken doll abs, you. sure are having a lot of trippy visions for a dead guy too there

HEY!!!!

WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED -- DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST -- ffffffffff I need to be alone with my thoughts for a few minutes fuck

okay well. but since it is getting late I guess we’ll just pack these feelings up real quick and put them inside a box and neatly label it “feelings I have about Tomura having a vision of his mom and immediately turning back into his innocent little boy self in said vision as soon as he sees her.” not too sure about the contents of this box yet but I will have to explore them thoroughly at a later date

oh hey it’s this asshole

“THAT WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO, DAD.” jesus Kotaro. get over it

and also guess what, if you go and get Tomura all riled up so he wakes up grumpy and disintegrates the first hapless guy he sees, I will hold you solely responsible for that poor man’s death. I’m just warning you now

oh my

I remember this conversation going a bit differently the last time, but hey

LOOOOOOL

HIGH FIVE. PUT ‘ER THERE

WHY WOULD YOU LOOK SO SURPRISED LOL DID YOU NOT JUST TURN TOWARDS HIM WITH A SINISTER MURDER FACE LIKE TWO SECONDS AGO. LIKE WTF DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN

OH NO OH SHIT

FUCK ME, GUESS IT WOULDN’T BE A DRAMATIC BNHA DREAM SEQUENCE IF THIS ASSHOLE DIDN’T MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT SOME POINT OR OTHER NOW WOULD IT

-- HOLY SHIT?!

RECORD SCRATCH, FREEZE FRAME??

holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit

holy shit. fuck

...okay so

is this implying that AFO has been Noumufied? but that doesn’t make any sense, does it? he already had multiple quirks. what other advantages could there be to him becoming a Noumu. well whatever I’m just typing out all of my thoughts real fast for the time being and I’ll try to make sense of them later

or is it because he sees Kurogiri as a father figure? and AFO also?

or is he using Kurogiri’s quirk????? IS HE SOMEHOW WARPING INTO TOMURA’S DREAMS

because that third one, to me, is what this panel most looks like? Tomura says he looks like Kuro, but he doesn’t though. Kuro has a very distinctive face which this is very much lacking. instead it looks to me much more like one of Kurogiri’s portals, with AFO’s buddhaesque smile sticking out. so yeah. I got nothin’. except, again, fuck

(ETA: yeah I obviously have more thoughts about this now, but we’ll get to those in a bit.)

...

.......

-- !!!!!!!!!!LKJLK!JLKJ

oh shit oh shit oh shit 

OH SHIT

NO BABY NO DON’T DO IT

GASP

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AHHHH

I HAVE LIKE TEN THOUSAND THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW YET SOMEHOW MY MIND IS ALSO STRANGELY BLANK?? I DON’T EVEN KNOW?? I’LL JUST KEEP READING

KOTARO ARE YOU TRYING TO HELP HIM OR ARE YOU PULLING HIM TOWARD AFO??

OH HE’S PUSHING HIM BACK!! OH SHIT IT’S A WHOLE FAMILY EFFORT

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AFO IS GOING TO TAKE HIM OVER AND THEY’RE TRYING TO PROTECT HIM OH GOD OH JESUS

BABY TENKO EYES OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE DEKU THAT I THOUGHT IT WAS DEKU FOR A MOMENT

NO TENKO!!!

FUCK -- DOES HE NOT CARE? HE ACTUALLY UNDERSTANDS WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN BUT HE DOESN’T CARE?? IS HE TRULY SO PROFOUNDLY MISERABLE THAT HE’D GO AHEAD AND ACCEPT THIS FATE WILLINGLY

NO SOUNDS. NO WORDS. YOU COULD HEAR A PIN DROP IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW

except that I have the most incredible, chilling, disturbing, electrifying feeling that my mental soundtrack is about to start blaring AFO’s theme from the anime on full blast...!

LOOOOOL SOB OH FUCKK

THE MOST TERRIFYING, DRAMATIC KIP UP YOU’VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE!! THIS IS IT, IT’S BEEN REAL FRIENDS, THIS IS WHERE WE DIE

-- ARE YOU REALLY, TRULY, GENUINELY SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW

NOW OF ALL TIMES IS WHEN WE FINALLY CUT TO THE TRIO, I’M CAN’T, I’M FUCK

AND THAT’S THE END AHHHHH

holy shit holy shit holy shit. wow

okay so. I don’t really have any sort of neat and tidy way to wrap up this hot mess of a recap lol. so, just... have a whole mess of all of my stupid whirling thoughts

those first four pages really did nothing to brace me at all lol

okay, so. here’s my understanding of all this, I guess. basically we’re going full Harry Potter rules here. AFO horcruxed his quirk, and from the looks of it, a piece of his soul (perhaps even the main piece) along with it. he then passed it on to Ujiko to implant into Tomura

horcrux!AFO then wakes up, and takes over Tomura. so then my understanding is that he’s going to be possessed by him. and I also got the impression that he’s fully aware of that, but just doesn’t care at this point. he knew his family was trying to warn him, but he didn’t care. and that look in his eyes when he disintegrated them just seemed so fucking resigned to me, though. jesus

but now the more interesting thing! so we can liken Tomura to the resurrected Voldemort from book 5 and onward, reborn after transferring his power into a new vessel. which would go a long way toward explaining how AFO was able to sense what was happening from all the way in Tartarus; because if we liken it to Voldemort and his horcruxes, it would mean that he still has a connection to them (similar to the connection between Voldemort’s mind and Harry’s)

but so now comes the really interesting thing -- what does this then imply about the connection between AFO and Deku? because you’ll recall that AFO alluded to a similar mental connection back when Deku first activated SIXQUIRKS. and now we have Deku somehow being magically aware of AFO’s sudden resurgent presence in this chapter. but why?? if the reason AFO and Tomura share a psychic link is because of a shared quirk, why would Deku also be experiencing the same link? the answer is, he wouldn’t -- unless he, too, had the same shared quirk

in other words, I think All for One for All is fucking confirmed you guys. I can’t think of any explanation for this other than that OFA is also a horcrux quirk. a little piece of AFO broken off and embedded in his brother, and then passed along through the generations. and now residing within Deku

anyway. so that’s a hell of a lot to ponder lol. I guess we can at least be grateful for the fact that we’re not waiting two weeks for chapter 271 like Hori originally planned. can you fucking imagine. what a fucking asshole lol

[surveysonfleek]

1577.

How many times have you ever ridden an elephant? i dont think ive ever ridden one. ive touched one though Do you like cobblers? i highly doubt ill like them What do you think about Lord of the Rings? look... i feel like im the only person who hasnt read the books OR watched the movies. i feel like it wouldnt be my thing What kind of cup did you last drink out of? glass  Do you currently have any cuts or scrapes? no

Did you like Barney as a child? yes! What color vacuum do you use? its grey i believe Do you have a lot of clothes hangers in your house? yes, definitely Have you ever been in a Latin class? no Have you ever had bubble gum stuck in your hair? haha no. ive had a lollipop stuck in my hair though. it was a mess. Is there any pet hair stuck to your clothing? no pets :( What do you smell? my salted caramel candle. its great. Have you ever watched The Gremlins? no What is your favorite type of seashell? the iridescent kind Do you love 3-D movies? haha i feel like that hype is gone. it was fun while it lasted but i didnt love it Have you ever used Proactiv? no Is your cell on charge? no Do you like dirt or sand better? sand, easier to clean off u When’s the last time you had a hamburger? its been awhile! a month or so? Do you own an iHome? no, id love one though Do you own a BEST FRIEND charm or firgurine? no What do you think about rainbows? love them, its one of lifes little pleasures Are you wearing anything on your head right now? a hair tie Are you watching cartoons? no Do you own a pet spider? no Do you like mouthwash? yes, i dont mind it Have you ever used a Ped-Egg? no Do you like Olay products? im indifferent Have you ever gone on a cruise? yes, im dying to go on another one. obviously once covid has been cleared up Do you use green pens? nope Do you own anything that has a striped pattern on it? probably clothes Do you watch Wheel of Fortune? no Are there any fake tattoos on you? no When’s the last time you saw your grandpa? its been years. both of my grandpas passed away when i was a kid Is there a rocking chair in your house? no Do you call your animals “baby names”? no pets Why does George Lopez say “I GOT THIS!!” in that voice? haha idk Do you have homework? nope Have you ever gone to a Monster Truck show? haha no Well, have you ever seen the Nutcracker? nope! Where did you get your bed sheets? kmart Do you always use manners? always Have you ever been stood up? thankfully not Are your lips chapped? nope Have you ever been kicked in the throat? no, sounds like itd hurt Do you own a fishtank? no When is the last time you were sick? its been awhile. like i dont even think i got sick in 2020 Do you like the song “Barbie Girl”? i dont love or hate it What do you usually order from Taco Bell? i dont go there, theres only like 3 taco bells in my state and none are closeby  If you have a cell, is it touch screen? yes Do you own a feather boa? no Are you allergic to peanuts? no, thank god. i love peanutes Do you wear ribbons in your hair? nope Did you get into the Livestrong bracelet kick? haha no, i never did How many pictures are on the wall of the room you are in? two Do you use cheat codes on video games? haha alwayssss. even as a kid, i used to write them all down on a piece of paper. good times Have you ever gone mudding on a fourwheeler? yes! Is there a rolly chair in your bed room? yes. What is your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher? watermelon Who is your favorite super hero? i dont have one fave Who is your favorite Villan? idk Have you ever been to a church camp? haha no Is there a trampoline in your back yard? no Have you ever played Dance Dance Revolution? yes! loved it as a kid Have you ever swam in a creek? most likely Do you enjoy running? nope, i hate it How long has it been since you last slept? its been 16 hours since i woke up What are your thoughts on Myspace? simpler times What is the last thing you dropped? my vape How many nickels are in your posession? theres prob a lot of them lying around Is the sound on your laptop or computer turned off? yes its on How many items do you have in your “favorites”? maybe like 10 Would you ever slide down a razor blade slide into a pool full of alcohol? um, ouch What is the last infomercial you saw? i dont remember. i hardly watch normal tv anymore How many magnets are on your refrigerator? heaps! my family collect them whenever we travel How many keychains do you own? i have about 3 on my set of keys Do you own anything with a peace sign on it? nope Have you ever been to Johnny Rocket’s? yes haha, i kinda love it! How many stuffed animals are in your room? none Look up, then to the right. What do you see? the window Have you ever done the “Cupid Shuffle”. no Do you know how to do the Solja Boy dance? yes Are you currently being stalked by anyone? no When is the last time you wore shorts? today Do you like elevators or escelators? im indifferent Have you ever layed on a tampur pedic? idts Have you ever been in Karate? yes, as a kid What color is the nearest lampshade? i dont have one Is there anyone in the room with you? no How long has it been since you’ve eaten a Reese’s? its been months

When is the last time you went to Walmart? last time i was in usa, which was 2017 Do you own any body glitter? nope What brand of hair straightner do you own, if you own one? cloud nine What is your favorite brand of chips? red rock deli What time was it 20 minutes ago? 10:49pm When is the last time you pet an animal? ages ago Do you own anything from Aeropostale? when i was a teen Did you have fun with this survey? no, it was boring af Was it random, or no? just boring lol soz

[gwenpoolsaesthetic]

Study Break

For @madame-ree​, who asked “How do you think Wade would react to Peter being a mess of a college student, who procrastinated so badly that now he’s overworking himself because he’s also a perfectionist. First off, I really relate to this because I, too, am a perfectionist who loves to procrastinate (hence my fixating on this vs. doing any of the million other things I should be doing).  Secondly, I think Wade’s first reaction would be confusion. Like... this is impossible. Perfect Baby-Boy is perfect. Sure, Petey-Pie can be a little scattered sometimes, but it’s nothing compared to Wade’s swiss-cheese brain. The concept that Pete would mess up like this - would allow himself to fall this far behind - it never even occurred to Wade. And honestly he’s a little bit lost as to how to help. I mean, it’s certainly not as if he could do some of Pete’s homework for him. Even if Pete would allow that, which he wouldn’t because its cheating, Wade still isn’t smart enough to help. He knows that. He knows his baby is the brains of the operation. And the looks. Ok, AND the brawn but you don’t need to rub it in, damn! So he just stands there for a minute. Shocked. Confused. Because what can he do to help? And that... well that just makes matters worse, because Pete sees Wade looking all shocked, and he reads that shock as disappointment and it breaks his heart. Wade is disappointed in him. It makes sense. He’s usually disappointed in himself, he’s failed enough people that he’s tried to save - he’s used to being a disappointment - but Wade’s never been disappointed in him before. He tries not to let Wade see how much it hurts, but of course he does. He sees right away the hurt on Pete’s face and he’s there, in an instant wrapping his arms around Pete and kissing away the pain: “Shh... Hush, baby boy. It’s ok. We’ll figure this out.” Wade is holding him with one large hand, running the other through Pete’s hair, soothing him. “You’re smart, baby. You’re so smart. Don’t know what I would even do if I had half your brains rattling around in my head. And you take on so much, trying to save the world while bein’ in school. Studying, and Avenger-ing, and looking after my ugly mug. You’re allowed to take some time for yourself. It’s ok. We’ll figure it out.” Pete sniffles, blinking back tears. “It’s bad. I messed up.” “I mess up all the time.” Wade is holding him so close, whispering the words into his skin. “You always help me. I’m going to help you, ok?” Pete nods, sniffling again. “But there’s so much, Wade. I can’t do it. There’s no way...” “There’s always a way, Webs. That’s what you’ve taught me. We just gotta take it one step at a time, ok?” He presses a kiss into Pete’s soft, brown hair. “What did you tell me, huh? When I was tryin’ to be good and Yellow was drivin’ me up the walls? What did you say?” Pete mutters something into Wade’s chest. “What’s that, baby boy? Say it again, so that I can hear you.” “Write it down,” Pete repeats, only a little bit clearer. If Wade didn’t known what the right answer was, he might not have understood. He decides not to press it. “That’s right. You told me to write it down. To make a list of all the things I was going to try to do, and all the things I had to be careful not to do. Your list is easier, because you just gotta focus on what you’re going to do, ok? You don’t gotta worry about things like “don’t unalive anybody,” or “no replacing Stark Tech logos with the Bat-Signal.” “That was you?” Pete stares up at him wide-eyed. “That’s not really what matters, is it baby boy? What matters is you and what you need to get done to get back on track with school, right?”  Pete nods, and Wade is happy to see his eyes look a bit brighter.  He guides Pete to the couch, settling him down and squeezing his hand gently. Then he’s off, gathering supplies. A notebook and a pencil, and a glass of water because he knows his baby boy doesn’t drink enough. He’s always forgetting and getting dehydrated.  Together they make the list - what assignments are due and on what day - and then they build a schedule for getting them all done. And yeah, it’s a lot. Pete has a few late nights, but Wade stays up with him, bringing him water and snacks, and kissing his forehead gently. Never enough to distract. He doesn’t want to distract. And when Pete worries that “Everyone is going to notice that Spider-Man suddenly disappears around finals!!” Wade throws on the suit and swings out into the night, making sure to carefully follow the Spidey code of conduct of course. He wouldn’t do anything to make his precious baby spider look bad. And yeah, one jerk commented that he looked like he’d put on a little weight, but he figured overall people weren’t looking too closely at exactly what Spider-Man looked like. They were just happy to be saved. Wade checks in with Pete, making sure he’s staying on track and not getting distracted, but is taking enough breaks to rest his mind, and then... one evening...

Pete walks into the living room with a huge grin plastered on his face. And... oh... that’s nice. Wade hasn’t seen him smile like that in over a week.  “I’m done!” Pete announces. “That’s great!!” Wade cheers, grabbing his hand and pulling him into his lap. “I know that was a really hard project you had to finish, and I’m proud of you. What’s next.” “Nothing.” “What do you mean, nothing?” “I mean I’m done!” Pete pulls the list from his back pocket, and every single item has been checked off. “Like, done done. We did it!” You did it, baby boy. Not me.” “Uh-uh.” Pete shakes his head. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Wade.” “Well,” Wade smiles at him, something like pride bubbling up in his chest. “I’m just happy to help.” “Wade.”  Wade’s eyes snap to Pete’s at the change in his tone. It’s darker. His eyes have gone darker too, pupils blown out under hooded lids. “Wade. I know you were trying not to distract me. But...” “Yeah?” “But I miss you.”

“Oh, baby boy...” Wade leans in, kissing him the way he’s wanted to the past week and a half. He hasn’t wanted to distract. He hasn’t. But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it. How good his baby boy looked, sitting at his desk. How much better he’d look spread across it. Wade stands, one hand hooked under Pete’s ass, lifting the smaller man easily. Pete may be stronger than Wade - what with his spider-muscles and all - but Wade is still enhanced and Pete is still a scrawny little twink of a thing, so moving him around is no problem at all.  Pete gives a small whimper of confusion as Wade walks past the bedroom, moving instead to the small room that Pete uses as an office. “You’ve been working so hard,” Wade explains. “Probably got yourself hating this room. Let’s make some good memories to replace those stressful ones, huh?” (This takes place somewhere between chapters 14 and 15 of Once You Go Red)

[the-wiresmarvelau]

T.H.E. W.I.R.E.S.

Peter and his Friends are allowed to design the compound and couldn’t help but riddle it with secret tunels and hallways. While Peter installs said hallways he makes some new acquaintences who he has to help and gets help from.

Chapter 1 Chapter 4

Chapter 5: arrangements 2

Peter picked out a small array of clothes from the ones they had gotten for Clint, Sam and Natasha.

Bringing the clothes to the room didn’t help the buzzing in his head though. So, he decided to take a walk to the small lake in the forest behind the compound.

As he stepped out, the sun had begun to set. Its warmth still lingered in the air, carrying the scent of dry earth and wildflowers

Breath after breath spread the dulled down electricity of summer throughout his whole body; and he savoured every last one of the sunrays reaching his skin.

Usually, he didn’t go for walks that much. Because for some reason.. birdsongs made him uneasy.

But right now, when coupled with such calming sensations and the contrast of how uncomfortable the compound felt right now, not even those alien tunes could bother him.

His spider sense in his head wasn’t gone perse, but it had calmed enough to be mistaken for a comfortable dizziness.

Strolling towards the forest, he cherished this moment of peace.

Bevor, he had thought that the only reason he was this wound up had been his concern for Loki.

Now he realised that it was pent up stress from the last few weeks. There had always been something to do.

Even though he knew he had enough time to get everything done; his perfectionism and anxiety to mess up seemed to have gotten the better of him.

Right this moment though? He felt a fragile, airy kind of contempt.

Trying to hold on to it for as long as possible as he made his way over to the treeline, he attempted to keep his thoughts empty and concentrate on all senses but his vision.

The ground beneath his feet was uneven and had only a minimal give to it.

Occasionally a stray fern or flower would stroke over his ankles and his clothes were soft on his skin, slowly building up warmth.

Behind him the faint, familiar hum of the arc reactors and electrical currents gave him a sense of safety, while the trees that rustled lazily in front of him seemed calm and reminded him of picnics with his aunt and uncle in the park.

He could hear woodpeckers, chip away at varying distances and wondered how many a normal person would be able to make out.

Only someone with enhanced senses would be able to hear the sloshing of the lake; of that he was sure.

But what about the cracking of twigs now and then? The beating wings and calls of baby birds, signalling their parents? Would Tony have been able to pick up on the grunting deer, somewhere to the right of him?

As he stepped under the first tree, he was greeted by the much colder, more humid air.

Moss cushioned his steps, swallowing all noise he made.

All but his breathing, which refreshed his lungs and grounded him, further.

Just as he thought that it would be helpful, if he opened his eyes again, the buzzing in his head flared up. Telling him to step to the side.

He did and at the same time opened his eyes. He had barely managed to avoid a collision with a tree.

Smiling to himself, he continued along, following the sound of water.

Arriving at his destination, his light mood seemed to shatter, like a bubble of hair thin glass. A cold shudder run down his spine as he found himself a tree with a large branch he could sit on.

In the dim evening light, the lake looked almost like a black void; reminding him of the deep, freezing cold water the vulture had dropped him in, and how he could have drowned if it wasn’t for Tony.

Peter owed this man, to whom he looked up to like he was a father, so much, that it stung; having to hide something so big from him.

A resigned sigh escaped his lips, when his spider sense suddenly concentrated more to one side, not telling him to do anything, but alerting him of some kind of presence.

‘Probably just some wild animal’ he thought. Not wanting to move and startle it.

But then, whatever it was, came closer and he got the impression that it probably wasn’t an animal.

His spider sense didn’t seem to register it as a threat though, and in his melancholic musings, he refused to move.

It was probably vision, wanting to check on him.

“Excuse me.” A female voice broke the silence, making him look in her direction.

“You are Spiderman, are you not?”

The woman he saw standing there was beautiful. A golden glow emanated from her, making everything about her look incredibly soft.

What struck him the most was how much she reminded him of his aunt May. With that kind look on her face. Eyes filled with worry but standing firm; No doubt in whether or not she did the right thing.

It was by no means hard to believe that she was a goddess.

Because of course, he knew who she was.

He had waited for her to arrive since he spoke to Mr. Loki.

“Uhm. Ma’am. Yes, I-. I’m spiderman.” He had to clear his throat bevor continuing. “I guess you’re here because of Mr- because of your son?”

In his head, Peter scolded himself for stumbling around his sentences, and almost faceplanting when he jumped down from the tree.

The goddess before him just smiled sweetly.

“Yes. He said you would find some place for him to stay.” she replied, politely ignorant of the teens nervousness; which put him at ease a little bit.

Nodding to himself, he answered “I have a room for him, hidden in the compound. Nobody will know he is here.” With his eyes he tried to convey as much earnestness as he could.

If this woman was anything like May, she would want to be sure that her son was in safe hands.

“We just have to somehow break him out. He said you would know how to?”

His answer was another one of those kind smiles, she seemed to give out plenty of.

How could the child of a woman as sweet and caring as this turn out trying to take over a planet. It was a puzzle with at least one missing piece; but he was determined to solve it non the less.

“Bringing him to Midgard is easy enough. Shall I bring him directly to the building?” It was clear that she was convinced he would say yes, but he shook his head.

“I think it’s better if you bring him here. His room is underground, and the nearest entrance is right over there.” He pointed to a big tree stump near where the forest gave way for a little gravel beach.

“It was mean to be a hidden bunker” He explained, blushing a little with how weird this must be for her.

She looked around, trying to memorize the place as detailed as possible before returning her gaze to Peter with a sigh.

"You can't imagine how grateful I am for your generosity. He has made his fair share of missteps but..

“he is a good boy at heart and I believe much can be attributed to his father’s treatment of him. I don't know what exactly happened when I wasn't around, but judging by the current situation, the animosity between them must have festered for quite some time now."

The young hero wasn't sure why she felt like she had to explain herself.

Without her, there was probably little to no chance of escape for her son, but she did help and it was clear to him that she cared.

“I’m sure he knows that.” He replied, not knowing what else he could say. “I will make sure that he is safe and has time and space to heal.” It was the least he could do in his opinion.

Frigga smiled again, her eyes fond and a little sad. Something about him told her that he was familiar with pain.

“He always had a good judgement of people. I’m just glad he will finally have a companion his age, you two are not so different from each other.”

A companion his age?

That statement confused Peter but bevor he could ask, the woman in front of him sighed and stood up a little straighter.

“Don’t worry if it takes a while for us to get back. I have to make sure that we can’t be traced back here. And it would probably be best, you prepare everything.”

Nodding the boy took a step in the direction of the entrance.

“When you arrive before I’m back out, just knock three times in the stump, leave a small pause, and knock twice. It will open and notify me.” He demonstrated the pattern but nothing happened.

The goddess raised a brow in question.

“Just need to put that into the system it’s for this occasion only... makes it easier.”

She nodded.

“We will meet again soon” she said before turning to the side and disappearing with a single step.

For a few seconds, he stood there, trying to get the whole conversation straight and not miss anything.

He still had no clue what she meant with the ‘his age’ thing but decided it wasn’t that important right now.

Loki’s Room was furnished, had electricity and a bath, he had fresh clothes…

What else did he need; like right now?

While he thought about it, he went over to other side of the stump and with his fingers found a small crack in the wood.

Pressing a plate at the top of it opened a panel in one of the roots, easy to miss if you didn’t look for it. He tapped in the code to open THE WIRES and was promptly met by the voice of Manuel.

“Sneaking in through the back door, are we? Does your father know you’re out this late?”

For some reason, the AI kept referring to Tony as his father; probably because of the rumours going around the tower.

Most of the data he had given him to learn speech from was security footage from the labs and living quarters.

“He wouldn’t be surprised now, would he?” Peter replied, before instructing Manuel on what to do when he got the signal.

While doing that, he remembered that his guest probably didn’t have nearly enough to eat in the past years, so he decided to make some eggs on toast, as well as bring some ingredients to the little kitchen nook for the god to be able to make himself something whenever he desired.

Most of the tracks back and forth were made by the service robot, while he made sure the eggs wouldn’t burn and that at least one of the ways into THE WIRES was open, so he could communicate with the AI in them.

The Gods hadn’t arrived yet, when he was done.

Placing everything to be kept warm into an insulated box and handing it off to the ever-busy robot, he made his way to the lab to finish of his watch.

KAREN was too much of a risk, and it was important that Manuel could always contact him.

This task didn’t take long either; the programming for it being rather simple.

Though he was sure that the older AI had noticed that his behaviour was weird; He hoped that she didn’t notice that he had given Manuel the possibility to override any protocols and contact attempts KAREN started from there and to ‘switch out’ at any time he entered THE WIRES.

Peter had just grabbed a (second) first aid kit and was on his way to their meeting place, when Manuel informed him that the two had knocked.

He checked that KAREN couldn’t hear through the watch, but the display pulsed a dark green, as opposed to her bright red.

“Don’t worry, I’ll ensure that she won’t find out.” Her counterpart assured. The boy gave a nod, but was too tense to speak, while running to greet the arriving Aesir.

They were taking the last step down the stairs when he came around the last corner; and the aspiring engineer was glad that he had decided to change to stairs after a short, initial drop with ladder.

Loki looked even worse, than when he had last seen him.

Running the last steps towards them, he gestured to the door near them, leading into the small storage room that served as front for the bunker.

Manuel had already opened the way for them.

Directly behind the opening was a narrow staircase, leading further down.

For the descent the super powered teenager carried the god bridal style, followed by his mother.

Every inch of exposed skin was coloured some variation of red, black, blue or yellow from bruises lacerations or gashes.

Dried blood clung to his skin in rivulets of crimson.

Fortunately, none of the wounds was actively bleeding.

The metal thread in his lips had been removed, but not after it had torn through his lips in several places. A golden glow held them together, which was probably some kind of healing spell.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he quickly but carefully, made his way over to the large, cushioned sleeping place encased in the wall to the right, at the opposite end of the room.

“I hate to leave him like this.” The god’s mother spoke up, “But I have to get back to Asgard, before my husband notices my absence.”

Her gaze spoke of the pain she felt at the prospect of leaving her boy alone like this.

Before the hero could answer she pulled out, what looked like some sort of fancy bowl or plate and placed it on the desk, next to the bed her son lay in.

“This will allow me to send you some healing elixirs, you will surely need. Never place anything in it, not even water to wash it. My boy can explain the rest to you once he awakes.”

And without another word she disappeared, the same way she had the first time.

Several moments went by in which Peter didn’t know what to do.

The unconscious form of the man on the bed looked almost dead, were it not for the irregular raise and fall of his chest.

He had forgotten to ask about the age comment she had made earlier.

Not that it mattered…

With a shake of his head, he turned towards the small bathroom, on the diagonally opposite side from the one the bed was in.

Soon he found several towels as well as a bowl of water, before covering the couch, in front of the bed with some of the towels and moving the thin, pale body onto it to start carefully washing the dried blood away.

Only where he could reach of course, but the sole fabric covering the god’s thin form, was a pair of shorts, so he got almost everything.

He worked in silence, grateful that Manuel kept quiet.

The whole day, he had been in strange moods and he didn’t want to have a shouting match with such a new AI, which would probably be the outcome of any comment right now.

After what felt like an endless but short while, he had washed away everything he could, leaving his guest looking only marginally better; but much more peaceful than before.

As expected, all clothes he had at brought from the others’ room were either too short or too wide.

Right now, too wide was a much better option, so he looked for the softest hoody he could find to slip over the ravenette’s torso.

When he had placed him back on the bed and covered him with a thin, but soft blanket; the teen put away the supplies he had used and sat down on the couch.

And again... he was at a loss for what to do.

Looking around the room, he cringed a bit at how unsymmetrical everything was. (visual)

The couch he sat on stood in front of a large shelf along one side, the shorter side of the L shape was against a wall.

In front of the longer side was as a sort of wall standing into the room, another shelf, this one made up of hexagonal shapes with a TV fastened onto it.

He had taken it from Bruce’s room, where it was meant as a reference to chemical structures, while in Loki’s it was more to hint on honeycombs.

Next to the shelf, in the corner between sofa and TV, was a seat made out of fabric hanging from the ceiling, looking almost like a hammock folded in half; held open by a wooden bar on the top.

Behind the honeycomb shelf was a closet, the door to the bathroom and another nook with two beds in it this time. They weren’t as big as the one Loki lay in right now and were positioned above one another.

The lower bed was open towards a narrow pathway on it’s left, where a small bedside table occupied the far back corner, while the upper bed could only be reached from the front and a small opening at the turn of the stairs; situated in the middle of the far wall from the couch.

Encircled by the stairs on two sides and the writing desk towards another, was the kitchen crowded into the wall.

On the desk was only the basic drawing supplies. And the bowl the goddess had left behind.

Curious, he made his way over to it. He was sure as hell not gonna leave the room until Loki woke up, might as well spend the time inspecting something, even though it probably wouldn’t tell him anything.

Hundreds of small ambers of varying colour made up the bowl like a mosaic, held together by gold, molten to perfectly encase the individual pieces which seemed to have been carved by hand.

Other than that, it didn’t look magical, but then again... He glanced over to the form on the bed and sighed.

The god didn’t look magical either. More like a porcelain doll, left in the care of an overly artistic toddler with red and blue crayons.

Just as he put down the bowl, the litte service robot came zooming back into the room; His wheels humming, eager to be of use.

Somehow the sound reminded Peter of bees, the diligence he had portrayed today furthered this imagery, so he send a text to Ned, asking if he could name the robot bumblebee and paint him accordingly.

After that he run out of ideas what to do.

Deciding to read a book, while he waited for his guest to wake up, he steeled down with a copy of Sherlock Holms.

At least there, everything worked out perfectly by the end of the stories.

Chapter 1 Chapter 4

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

New Beginnings (Part 7)

*Not My Gif*

Post date: 12-16-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 3K

~New Beginnings~

~Master~

~Series Master~

The flight to Europe was nerve racking to say the least. You tried to busy yourself with anything you could as Peter made his new suit, helping pick out features and advancements until Happy come out.

“Ok, Fury’s got the coded message.” Happy told you as you spun around to face him.

“Think he understood?” You asked the men as Peter, put his hand on you to comfort you. “Well, I guess if he didn’t we’re screwed so…”

“Hey.” Peter whispered as he rubbed your back, making you take a deep breath. “It’ll work.” He assured you, your smile brightened as you ducked your head.

“Your friends are at the tower bridge.” Happy said as he showed you the phone and Flash’s vlog. “We’re close.” You nodded your head, hoping that this all would work out in your favor. “How’s the suit coming?”

“Almost done.” Happy asked Peter to run through what he was going to do. “I know his illusion tech. If I take it down then he’s just a man and I can take EDITH back.”

“Yeah.” You interrupted him, “But last time you got hit by a train.” Happy agreed with you as Peter nodded.

“True, but I have this sort of sixth sense.”

“Your Peter-Tingle.” You sputtered out a laugh, quickly bringing your hand up to hide the smile spread across your face. Peter glared at you, his eyes wide as you buried your face against his arm.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry! It’s just, Peter-Tingle.” You laughed once again as Happy chuckled, Peter finding everything not amusing .

“Can we get back to the bad guy wanting to kill our friends!” His voice cracked as he raised it, making you turn your smile into a forced frown and standing up straighter.

“Right, I’m sorry, continue.”

Peter eyed you one more time before Happy spoke up. “But isn’t your Peter Tingle not working?” You tried hard to keep your laughs in you as Happy kept repeating Peter Tingle before leaving you both in the workspace. Peter saw your expression, the way your mouth was a very clear forced U and your eyes narrowing.

“Ok, let it out.” Peter beckoned as you let out your laugh, even making the boy laugh with you a little. “Are you done.” You nodded as you pulled Peter over to his suit, watching as it placed the spider in the chest. “It looks good.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” You turned around to face him, as your body pressed into his, not at all expecting to be that closer. It was almost as if you were frozen, yet you had complete control of your body and didn’t try to move. Not that Peter did either. You stared into his brown eyes, his breathing low and controlled as his hand found its way to your hip.

“Y/N.” His voice was quiet, and your heart sounded in your ears, barely drowning out his words. “Be careful.” He told you as you sucked in a breath and bit your lip.

“Me be careful?” You grabbed his other hand, threading your fingers together. “Pete, I’m not the one who’s fighting a mad man who wants to kill half of London. I need you to be careful. I can’t lose you and swear to god, if you die, I’ll kill you.” Peter chuckled, his eyes closing momentarily as you drank in his smile and laugh, praying to anyone that it wouldn’t be the last time you got to hear it. Peter’s eyes opened and like you, he relished the gentle look on your face and your mouth. But in the closeness of your bodies, Peter’s eyes focused more on your lips and you did the same. Your breath stopped, extending out the seconds you both leaned into each other, eyes closing and just a few more inches.

“London Bridge’s just ahead!” Happy shouted from the cockpit as Peter jumped away, your breath slapping you as it came back, making you cough in the awkwardness as you turned to the suit with wide eyes. Peter turned to look at you, seeing the way your head drooped and your chest was rising and falling faster than normal. He reached a hand towards you but let it fall to his side before reaching you, shaking his head.

“I’ll let you get changed.” You muttered as you pushed past him, avoiding looking in his face as he watched you join Happy.

He grabbed his hair, pulling it slightly as he covered his face. He could believe he possibly just messed everything up in a matter of 5 seconds. He sighed, resting his head in his hands for a few seconds before trying to shake off those remaining feelings as he put on the suit.

You were quiet as you sat down next to Happy, staring out into the sky. Happy saw you out of the corner of his eye. The stoic expression on your face scared him as he fully looked over. “You okay?” he asked as you hummed a yes but didn’t say any more and happy that Happy didn’t push it more.

Peter crawled along on the outside of the plane as you approached the London bridge and the big almost tornado looking thing above it worried you. You pushed yourself off the chair and came closer to the window, peering out of it with worry as Happy and Peter talked.

“Peter are you sure that’s not real?” Happy asked as Peter clung to the plane, looking at the creature.

“Yeah, but it’s a hundred times bigger than we expected.” You said as you fell back into your seat with a heavy sigh. There was no way this could end the way you wanted. “You need to get higher Happy.”

“Y/N’s right! You need to get higher so Beck can’t see me coming!” Peter shouted as you turned to see him. All the worries bubbling in you expressed clearly on your face and all Peter wanted to do was calm your fears, but right now he couldn’t.

“Stay sticky.” Happy told Peter as he pulled the plane up into the air more above the elemental.

“Hey Happy!” Peter yelled towards the man. “When this is over, we need to have a serious conversation about you and my aunt!” Peter flew off the plane, dropping right into the eye of the storm as you watched, grabbing onto your seat to keep you in place.

Happy and you tried to find your friends but Flash’s vlog wasn’t helping much. It was only when the elemental started to break apart and reveal the drones were you able to figure out where they were. You showed the phone to Happy as he smirked.

“Gotcha.” He landed the plane, both of rushing off and out into the streets of London. The moment you saw MJ, you ran into her, both of you wrapping your arms around each other in relief.

“Thank god!” you mumbled into her shoulder before turning to Ned and hugging him.

“Where’s Peter?” He asked, looking around for any glimpse of Peter’s spider suit. All it took was for one look at the elemental for Ned to understand.

“You all need to get on the Jet!” Happy reminded you as you nodded, grabbing your friends before MJ stopped in her tracks.

“Who are you?” She asked, squinting her eyes. You told them he was Happy Hogan and he worked with Spider-Man before Flash’s eyes lit up.

“You work for Spider-Man?!” He screamed as you held back a laugh.

Happy glared at the boy before yelling at him. “I work WITH Spider-Man, not for! And you need to get on the jet!” He repeated himself. You groaned and tried once again to pull them along before a pair of missiles hit the jet and all of a sudden it was gone. You and Happy shared a look before turning to your friends. “Ok, new plan.”

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” Peter spoke over the com you forgot you had in as you sighed, running to the tower right next to MJ.

“Yeah Pete, we’re fine.” You huffed out as you dodged the several people running past you, men and women clutching children or pulling them along and it only fueled you. “Just go get Beck. And be careful!”

“You too!” He shouted back to you. You led the group of your friends through the streets before ending up at the Crown Jewel’s Vault and telling everyone to get in. You were almost there before a drone shot right by your head, making you scream as you clutched MJ’s arm. Both of you frantically ran, holding onto each other as everyone cried out, trying not to get struck by the drone’s fire.

“Take Cover!” You dove to the side at Happy’s word, a suit of armor falling on your wrist as pain shot through your arm. MJ saw you try not to scream as she pushed the thing off you right as the shooting died down. Your backs immediately went against the wall, looking over to see Betty and Ned to you before turning to MJ. Her eyes were wide as she tried to steady her breathing and one slight look past her gave you an idea. You reached for the mace, trying to keep as quiet as possible as you heard a drone slowly make its why down the center of the room. Happy, Flash, and MJ all tried to get you stop but you ignored them, grabbing the weapon and almost letting it clatter on the ground from the weight, but you stopped just in time. The four of you sighed in relief, still very much on edge as you turned around. Betty waved at you, holding a spear in her hand as you smiled and nodded. Ned held her shoulders as she pushed the closest suit of armor over. The drone thought it was a person, shooting at the armor as you swung the mace at it, knocking it over on the first try. You groaned from the strain on your wrist, which definitely was sprained as you dropped the metal weapon on the ground, holding your wrist to your chest. MJ picked up the mace as you all ran into the Vault and Happy tried to get you just a few more seconds as he threw a shield he grabbed at the other drone. Only it fell several feet short.

“How does Cap do that?” He asked rhetorically as he pulled himself into the vault, the doors shutting behind him. Peter was talking to all again, asking if you all were alive as Happy told him you were, and that he bought some extra time. The moment he said those words, the drone fired at the door, it’s laser going right through as you held your wrist tighter in fear.

“Happy what do we do?!” you asked the man when Peter was busy with Beck, leaving the 6 of you to figure out how to save yourself as he saved the world.

“I don’t want to die!” Ned yelled out and You promised Ned he wouldn’t as the room shook. “I’ve wasted most of my life playing video games and we’re gonna die!”

The room shook again.

“I have a fake ID!” Betty admitted. “And I never even used it.

The door banged over and over, everyone screaming their secrets into the room.

“I post stupid video’s daily for people to like.” Happy rebutted Flash’s secret, telling him if it wasn’t for his video’s Spider-Man would’ve never found him. You admired Happy’s ability to make everything better in any situation. Here he was, all of you literally being shot at and Happy was telling Flash he saved them all. “Spider-Man follows me? I-I saved us guys!”

“If you saved us, then why are we going to die?!” MJ cried out as everyone yelled at her, including you as she became more distraught. “I’m Sorry! I’m obsessed with telling the truth even though it hurts other people’s feelings!”

“I’m in love with Spider-Man’s Aunt.” Happy said with one of the calmest faces you’ve ever seen before. “What? We’re sharing secrets, right?”

Your jaw shook as you heard what Happy had admitted and turned to MJ, your eyes wide before you closed them. “I’m in love with Peter Parker!” Everyone turned to you but you just turned to stare straight ahead, your breathing echoing in your ears as the drone kept shooting. The drone busted through the door and all you could think about was Peter. You didn’t want to die without telling him. You held onto your friends, pushing them behind you without thinking as MJ and Ned grabbed your arms. You were ready for the hit, mentally and physically preparing yourself but nothing. The drones stopped.

You didn’t know what to do, but no one moved. You all were too afraid that it would go off and you’d be dead like that. You stared it down, waiting for something to happen before the drones aimed at you left. Happy reached out to take the spear, or as Ned corrected him, the Halberd from Betty. The doors to the vault were pushed open as you stepped out, checking everything was fine before turning to MJ. Your eyes were watery as she nodded and you took off, ignoring Happy shouting at you as you dashed towards the bridge.

You didn’t stop running until you saw Peter. Your tears finally falling from your eyes at the sight of him. The moment Peter had saw you he choked out a sob, his limping becoming worse as he sped up, almost running to you. You threw your arms around his neck, practically crying into his shoulder as he did the same to you. “Are you okay?” you whispered as he tightened his hold, nodding into your shoulder.

“I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I mean, I think my wrist is sprained, but I’m fine Pete.” You nodded and Peter relaxed at your touch.

“Is everyone else okay?” You nodded again, refusing to let go of him. “What happened?”

“My dad’s drones, they were just following after us and t-then they just stopped. That was you. Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“And Beck? Is he-“ You finally let go off Peter, seeing the red rimmed eyes as he looked at you. It was almost too much for you to see as he said yes and you cupped his cheek. “Thank you for not dying Peter. I don’t think I could’ve handled that.”

Peter smiled, the cut on his lip stretching but he didn’t care as he saw you in front of him, safe. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.” You didn’t know what he was going to say but you needed to do something for you. You couldn’t get what you said in the tower out of your head so without much thought, you brought your lips up to Peter’s pressing the quickest kiss you could to them. But the second you pulled away all you wanted was more. “And you kissed me.”

“Look, Peter I don’t know what you were going to say but I need to say something first. I’ve been in love with you for I don’t even know how long. Everything you do just makes me smile and the thought of losing you today, the only time I’ve been more scared was seeing my dad die.” You felt a tear move down your cheek, but you didn’t even try to hide it as Peter’s eyes were wide, locked on your face. “I just- I needed you to know and even though I know I’ll only be your best friend and that you like MJ-“

Peter’s fingers cut your speech as he wiped your tears, bringing you back into a deeper kiss. It was everything you could’ve asked for in a kiss, but really the one thing that made it perfect was that it Peter kissing you. And he started it.

The feeling of his lips lingered on yours as he pulled away, your eyes staying closed, way past embarrassing as Peter held your hands, being mindful of your wrist. “I think... I think I was convincing myself that I liked MJ because I convinced myself you were just my best friend. And for some stupid reason, I believed myself.” You let your eyes finally open, meeting his chocolate ones as you held your breath. “I love you, too.”

His words were practically whispers, but you heard them none the less. “You do?” He nodded and you smiled brighter than you ever had before. He pulled you in for another kiss, lasting much longer than the first two and the moment it was over, you wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your ear against his chest and hearing his racing heartbeat.

Peter never thought this would’ve happen. Ever. And he wasn’t going to pass it up. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I should go make sure everyone’s alright.” You told Peter, trying to hide the smile on your face as you pulled away from him.

“Yeah, I should uh-“ He pointed behind him, stuttering on his words as you giggled. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.” You bit your bottom lip, not at all waiting to leave but knowing you needed to make sure everyone’s okay. “See you in little while?” Peter grinned, nodding his head before you both went your separate ways, taking one last look back until you couldn’t see each other anymore but your giddiness never left.

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[stupidwithu]

Idk if youre still taking prompts but could you do one where peter thinks hes got the stomach flu and tries to tell people at school and at the tower but they all think hes trying to get out of tests and training. He ends up getting really sick and hides in his room cuz nobody wants to be around him since they think hes lying. It ends up being friday who convinces tony the kid isnt faking

thank you for another prompt! I actually almost declined it (I’m not a huge fan of the Boy Who Cried Wolf scenarios, especially with Peter) but I got randomly inspired. this is my first posted fic, so please be gentle lol

Peter Parker/MCU Sickfic

MCUtopia AU (basically canon except everyone survives Endgame)

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six words you never understood

“Hey, Ned,” Peter whispers. “do I- uh, do I feel warm to you?”

The two are seated in the front row of their first period class. Ned is juggling a handful of color-coded Spanish flashcards and taking deep, labored breaths (in through your nose, out through your mouth, Ned). Peter leans close to him as he speaks, freeing one of his best friend’s hands from the notes and attempting to bring it to his own forehead.

“Wha-” Ned pulls away just before the contact. “What are you doing, man?”

“I feel weird,” Peter mumbles through a tight jaw. It’s a bit of an understatement, but he really isn’t sure how else to phrase it. This morning, he felt weird; now, he’s got an unsettling ache in his limbs and the daunting taste of breakfast lingering beneath his tongue.

Ned looks confused - almost worried - for a second before his expression changes. “Oh, Hell no… Peter, you are not leaving me here to do this presentation alone!”

“I- What?” Peter glances at the mess of rainbow card-stock, then back to his friend, exasperated. “I won’t, but-”

“You look fine to me.”

“I feel sick, Ned.” As if on cue, a sickly burp rises in Peter’s throat. He lets out a quiet gasp, pressing a fist to his lips to stifle it. Ned doesn’t seem to buy it, though, and Peter can’t really blame him. He felt the same way this morning: Oh, this kind of stuff still happens.

“¿Estás nervoso?”

“Nervioso,” Peter corrects. “But, no-”

“See? Nothing to be worried about!” Ned exclaims, cheerful and borderline obnoxious. His eyes widen suddenly, and he picks up a neon green index card between his fingers. He flips it back and forth, then, “Me, on the other hand…”

“Leeds? Parker?” A stern, clear voice rouses Ned from his pre-hysteria. “¿Estás listo?”

“Oh, God.”

_____

It’s a miracle they make it through the four-minute presentation. Ned was surprisingly quick to get his stuttering under control, and once he did, Peter found it easy to hide behind his enthusiastic explanations and the flashy PowerPoint the duo had put together the week prior. They ended up getting a B (Ned isn’t that great at Spanish and Peter wasn’t much help), but the two were content with that, all things considered. Peter’s luck, unfortunately, was short-lived.

He extends a trembling hand to flush the toilet, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater as an extremely agitated “C’mon, man!” erupts from outside the stall. Peter hauls himself into a standing position with the help of some superhuman strength and a grip on the empty toilet paper dispenser. He mumbles a quiet “Sorry,” as he stumbles into the bathroom’s common area. Stopping at the sinks on his way out, Peter watches the cold water pool into his cupped hands with a dazed expression. When he remembers, he splashes his face with it, taking a second handful into his sour mouth and sloshing it around. He spits it out and grimaces.

Peter had spent the remaining two periods before lunch slipping in and out of not-so-subtle naps and texting Ned beneath his desk to try and keep himself sane. He’d completely given up on him by the third but, you’re spider-man text though. The worse he feels, the less he cares to convince Ned there’s something wrong. He obviously isn’t getting it, and Peter no longer has the energy to argue.

As soon as he takes his first wobbly step out of the overcrowded boy’s bathroom, he bumps – quite literally – into MJ, who remains firm after the collision, grasping Peter’s forearm with both hands to steady him.

“Holy shit, Peter.”

“I. uh-” Peter sighs, running a hand over his face. He no longer needs confirmation on the fever; he can feel it radiating off his own skin. “I’m sorry.”

She shrugs. “I was looking for you anyway.”

Peter glances up at her. He can’t read anything from her expression (he never can), so he just lets her finish.

“Happy’s here.”

“What?” Peter takes a few minutes to process the sentence. First, he’s caught off guard by the fact that MJ knows Happy by name, but this bewilderment is quickly overcome by wait, Happy’s here?

“What?” He repeats, but it’s no longer directed at her. He pulls his phone from his pocket, scanning over the multitude of notifications littering his lock screen.

Happy :) : I’m outside.

Happy :) : Peter.

Happy :) : Do I need to sign you out?

Happy :) : PETER

Happy :) : If I have to get off this car…

6 missed calls from Happy :)

Peter blinks, the light from his phone intensifying a headache he apparently hadn’t even noticed until now. He locks the phone, shoving it back into his pants and dashing past MJ with whatever speed he can muster. He catches her shoulder with his backpack.

“Sorry!” he shouts through gritted teeth, at the same time she calls out “Peter!”

He skids to a stop, turning clumsily to face her.

“Take it easy, okay?”

Peter nods, continuing his race to the Student Pick-Up area. He can’t help the smile that spreads across his feverish cheeks as he runs. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she was worried.

_____

“You… forgot…”

“Happy, I’m so sorry.” Peter pants. He’s outside the black sports car now, doubled over with his hands on his knees, panting at the road beneath his feet. It seems to sway under his weight, so he closes his eyes to regain balance. “I’ve just- I’m kinda sick, and-”

Happy raises a finger to his lips to silence Peter. It seems like everyone’s doing that today. He unlocks the car and grumbles, “Get in. If Tony asks, we stopped to get gas.”

Peter takes the invitation gratefully, sliding lazily into the backseat. His book-bag lands on the car floor with a thud, and his aching body collapses onto the seat with a similar weight. Happy’s words don’t really sink in until they’ve been driving for a few minutes. “Wait, why are we lying to Mr. Stark?”

“Let’s just say it’s not one of his best days.”

Peter snakes an arm around his abdomen, leaning his face against the car window with a deep sigh. “That makes two of us.”

_____

“Mr. Stark,” Peter swallows.

In the five-minute walk from the parking lot to Mr. Stark on the compound’s first floor, Peter’s condition has completely tanked. The headache he’d been sprouting on the ride over has now evolved into a sharp stabbing behind his eyes, making him dizzy and unbelievably nauseous. The reasonable part of Peter’s sick brain can tell he still has a fever, but most of him is just focused on how cold he is, the hair on the back of his neck and arms standing with chills. “I don’t feel so good.”

Tony shoots the kid a glare, and he immediately retracts his choice of words. “Sorry.”

The two are standing just behind the large glass doors that lead to the biggest open grass in the compound. They always train here when there’s a large group, Tony had said. It’s been a while, he’d also said; he wasn’t sure they’d ever train like this again. Peter wants to smile at the irony as he watches Captain America tighten the straps of his shield around his arm, still in otherwise-regular clothes. Peter would be ecstatic if he didn’t feel so awful. Tony taps the glass to point at where Thor is standing. He’s not really doing anything, just looking around.

“You ready for that?”

Peter almost gasps. Eagerness sprouts in the pit of his stomach, bubbling up his throat at the idea. Training with the God of Thunder! Officially meeting Thor? Peter’s almost lost in his fantasies before the butterflies make him feel sick again. “Uh oh.”

“C’mon kid,” Tony smiles, patting Peter’s back. The force of it makes Peter cough, but he muffles it into his sleeve. “There’s no reason to be nervous. He’s only a God.”

Peter gulps.

“Pete,” Tony laughs, turning to face him. “I’m just kidding. It’s only sparring.”

“No, I- I know.”  Peter hiccups. “I just really don’t think I’m up to this.”

Tony looks confused – and a little annoyed, Peter notices.

“Why not?”

“I’m sick.” Peter says, feeling small.

Tony gives him a weird look. “You’re… sick?”

“I know, apparently-”

“Are you trying to play hooky, Spider-Man?”

“Mr. Stark, no, I- I wouldn’t,” Peter trips over his words. He knows he’s not in the wrong here, but something about Tony’s tone makes him nervous.

“Bold choice,” Tony continues. “considering you’ve never hesitated to fight impaired before. Like that time… what was it? The time you let me annihilate you in a three-hour training session without telling me your wrist was broken. In two places, Peter.”

“Okay,” Peter breaths. “That was dumb, but this is-”

“What? It’s not the same?”

Peter feels like he must have missed something. There’s a hint of venom behind Tony’s words now, an anger that’s only really been directed at him once before. Peter shakes his head and sharp pain pierces through his temples. He’s definitely not understanding. “Mr. Stark-“

“Right,” Tony interrupts, again. “because that’s the God of Thunder out there and I’m just Mr. Stark.”

“Please,”

“No, it’s okay… You know what, Peter? You’re right. You’re not ready for this. Go upstairs. I’ll have Happy take you home in a few hours.”

“Mr. St-” Peter clamps a hand over his mouth, eyes watering as he gags into it. He looks to Tony for help, but he’s already halfway out the automated glass door.

Peter closes his eyes in a desperate (and failed) attempt to feel steady. Kitchen, he remembers, he’s close to it. He runs – now with both hands caging his mouth – to where he thinks it might be, arriving just in time to heave into the sink. The remains of his breakfast spray past his fingers and soak the previously-pristine metal.

“Mr. Parker, do you require assistance?”

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FRIDAY’s voice begins to echo just as Tony sends a final blast from his gauntlet straight into Steve’s – Sam’s? He isn’t entirely sure – shield. It ricochets, but he ducks just in time.

“Boss, may I interrupt?”

“You already have, FRI,” Tony spits. Steve nods in his direction, undoing his arm straps and tossing the Vibranium to the side in two swift movements.

“Peter Parker is in distress.”

At this, training halts. Natasha makes a T-shape with her arms and the remaining Avengers fall in line, each taking the time to collect themselves as they listen.

“He having a nightmare or something? Wake him up for me, I’m a little busy.” Tony immediately resorts back to a fighting stance, but it falls flat when Steve doesn’t join him. They’ve been at this for a while, he notices.

“Tony?” Steve tries.

“Mr. Parker is displaying a temperature reading of approximately 103.9 degrees Fahrenheit and has been throwing up, on and off, for the past four hours.”

“What the fuck?”

“I had been advised not to bring this to your attention, at Mr. Parker’s request. However, he has since lost consciousness and his two degree rise in temperature has led me to override his decision as per protocol. How would you like to proceed?”

Tony takes a shaky, uneven breath. He’d been stressed, hyper-fixated on this training session as the first Avengers group activity since… It would be Steve’s last - he made that clear - but Tony begged him to come. Peter wanted him there. Peter. How could he not have seen this?

Tony doesn’t realize he’s panicking until Steve’s hand is on his shoulder. He hadn’t noticed the hyperventilating until he had to carry the weight of Captain America’s arm with each hitch.

“Tony,” Steve says again, softer.

“I fucked up.”

“I can get him. It’s okay.”

“No, no,” Tony takes a final deep breath, stabilizing himself. Tony’s bare hand shoots up to push at Steve’s chest, as if he possessed half the force necessary to hold him back. “I’ve got him.”

_____

The sight Tony finds in the downstairs bathroom makes his chest feel tight. Peter’s slouched over the toilet seat, his face resting on the porcelain – which is so, so gross – and his eyes are closed. His breaths are labored; Tony can tell by the way his back arches and trembles. The kid’s out cold, but his face is twisted in a look of pain and his now-limp hands are still white-knuckled from previous exertion.

Tony takes a few small steps forward, kneeling carefully to get closer to the boy’s level. He sighs, reaching up to run a hand through the mess of damp curls plastered to Peter’s forehead.

“Rise and shine, Underoos.”

The second he wakes, Peter is immediately gagging. Tony lifts him back over the toilet seat when he falls, though nothing comes up but water and bile. The poor kid continues to heave after everything’s gone, spluttering and choking on his own breath.

“Hey, hey, that’s enough,” Tony soothes, dropping into a sitting position so he can pull Peter close to his chest. “There’s nothing left, kid.”

It takes a few minutes, but Peter eventually falls into a semi-even breathing pattern. When Tony briefly wonders if he’s sleeping, Peter takes a handful of fabric from Tony’s shirt into his fist, pulling him closer.

“Listen, Pete,” Tony tries, unsteady. He would’ve thought he’d be a little more prepared for this after five years with Morgan, but his relationship with Peter now seems more fragile than ever. “I’m really sorry. I should’ve listened.”

“Shh, Mr. St’rk,” Peter slurs through layers of congestion. With a finger to his lips, he motions to his apparently-sensitive ears. “S’okay.”

“You’re here now,” he says after some time, and Tony watches him close his eyes.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, sadly. “I’m here.”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Girl you need, pt.2

Summary: Friends to lovers didn’t really work out for Y/N and Grayson after Grayson made the big mistake of not telling her he is already involved with someone else.

Warnings: angst

Word count: ~ 2.8k

Part one

Months have passed and I remained in my own bubble. Routine. That's the way I survived. School, work, home. It was a sure way to avoid any reminders of the man who broke my heart worse than anyone before him. I gave him that power – the power to annihilate me, reduce me to a sobbing mess at two after midnight upon dreaming of him.

It hurt. So. Damn. Much.

I don't know if you've ever had someone in your life that you put on a pedestal. In your heart and in your mind that person could do no wrong. They represented all you were searching for, and not just in this life, but every life you've lived before - if you believe in reincarnation. Hell, I was so sure that he was made for me and that this was our origin story. I truly thought whatever his soul is made of matched the material used on mine. I believed the universe stitched out this spider web where we wandered, balanced on the strings until they led us to one another.

I was such a romantic fool. I wished I could go back in time and slap myself. Shake myself up until I saw the truth I was so blind to.

Until I got that call.

„Y/N, it's Lisa. I know it's been a long time, but I could really use your help with the boys. Grayson is really out of it and Cameron is trying to help, but it's not going as planned.“ I frown, feeling my heart drop once I heard his name, the very name I refused to even think about let alone utter out loud. What made me frown deeper is the fact Lisa called for my help and she never calls just for kicks.

„What happened?“ I try to remain calm, wondering if perhaps something terrible occurred and my chance to see the asshole who broke my heart, and then proceeded to set the pieces on fire, was gone.

„They both had surgery and they're loopy and bleeding and I can't get them in the car. I'll send you the address.“ And the line went silent, the message coming through almost immediately after with the address of a private clinic ten minutes away from my house...Three minutes with a good Uber driver.

Shaking, my stomach in knots, I swallow a growing lump in my throat and start grabbing my things.

„Hey, I'm gonna be out for the day.“ I warn my roommate as she hands me my bag, silently admiring the ring she claims to have received from an admirer. It was enchantingly beautiful.

While I waited for the driver to get me to the locations, I felt myself slipping into a confused state of anger and sadness. Never a good combination, is it?

And maybe I try to tell myself I've moved on and forgotten all about it, but the truth is that I am so far from being okay. I bury myself in obligations, so many things to stop myself from thinking too much only to fall asleep quickly and sleep without any dreams because I'm too tired to dream. But, even though I try to keep myself from having quiet moments in life not to think about it, it's still something that creeps up on me, even in the middle of my busy days. I stumble upon a meme I know he'd laugh at, or eat something he'd rave about for days, or hear a song I know he'd be posting to Snapchat with an appropriate sunset view. He's still there in the back of my mind, crawling his way through my sanity and forcing me to remember the hurt he caused.

However, the moment I come to the clinic, I find the reason behind Lisa's call. While Grayson is spinning in circles and Cameron is trying to grab him, Ethan is lying on the concrete, curled up like a ball while his mother is talking to him.

Walking toward them a bit faster, I hear Grayson making 'chu chu' noises and Ethan is just rambling incoherently.

„Woah. What the hell?!“ I exclaim, stopping Grayson in his spot. But, he stumbles toward me, grabbing onto my shoulders a little too roughly before steadying himself and chuckling...it sounded more like choking.

„You're so pretty and fluffy like a cloud.“ He chuckles again, his eyelids dropping before he widens his eyes purposefully and puts on a straight face.

„Woah, bro. It got really dark for a moment. Like it was night, but it's day again!“ His fingertips dig into my shoulders and I press my lips together, watching Cam film the whole thing, trying to stop herself from laughing.

„Oookay, buddy. You're definitely out of it.“ I put a hand around his waist, making him drop one of his hands as we embrace in a side hug. Leading him toward the car, I try to ignore his awed stare to the best of my ability. It's unnerving, heavier than his body leaning on me and just as disarming.

„You're gonna sit here and wait for me, okay?“ I help him sit inside, watching him nod and do as I asked, his head tilting so his eyes follow my every move.

Wanting to help with Ethan, I turn on my heel, only to find him rushing toward me with a lopsided smile and his arms open wide, Lisa running after him in exasperation.

A bear hug, bone crushing, soul searching, warm kind of a hug is what hit me next, his weight almost entirely crushing me.

„I missed you so much.“ He mumbles as Lisa pushes him off and to the other side, letting me sit between the guys before helping Ethan in. It's hard to miss Cam's questioning eyebrow raise for Ethan seemed more himself than Gray did and his outburst of affection was suspicious.

„Oh, you're here?“ Grayson suddenly speaks up, his eyes half open and his tongue sticking out. It’s clear he doesn’t remember me helping him inside, nor anything before.

„It wasn't your fault. It's mine. God...I really fucked everything up this time, didn't I?“ Both Lisa and Cam whipped around to look at me, definitely a thousand questions running through their minds as I blushed deeply, sweating profusely.

However, it was like a switch for Grayson. He seemed to have forgotten what he said, taking out his phone to record a snap, starting it with: „What's up motherfuckers?!“ while Ethan tries to calm him down: „Relax, bro.“

Grayson's eyes flicker from Ethan to me, looking back at the camera. „I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry.“ Continuing mumbling about being Gucci or something...It's like his dyslexia has caught up with his mouth too.

„Alright. Get them home and into bed. Easy, right?“ Cam sighed, giving me a look that meant we'll talk later and in detail. It seems as if neither of them knew about what happened between Grayson and I.

Just as the thought passed through my mind, he leaned his head on my shoulder and took my hand in his, examining each knuckle carefully. I want to push him off, ignore his advances. They aren't genuine anyways. Not while he's hopped up on painkillers.

„You're not wearing my ring?“ He whines in my ear, making me furrow my eyebrows and turn my head to the side to face his wrinkled forehead and murky brown eyes filling with tears.

„What ring?“ I groan, already sick of his behavior and the constant need to touch me. Space and lots of it. That's what I need and he doesn't seem to budge an inch.

„He gave a butterfly ring to you as a sorry.“ Ethan whispers, as if he's trying to help me which only confuses me. It must be a part of their loopiness. Shrugging, I tap my shoulder for him to lean on. And he does. Instantly. But so did Ethan.

Both fell asleep rather quickly, allowing us to get them home safely.

Putting an arm around me, Grayson leaned on me almost entirely as I managed to get him inside his bedroom and on the bed. Tucking him in, I barely get a chance to stand before his fingers curl around my wrist and he tugs me back toward him.

„It really hurts, Tinkerbell.“ The pain laced in his voice, the sheer confusion and the cracks...it forced me to sit back down. The emotional pain I've carried around for so long finally caught up with me as I watched him flutter his eyes, his long eyelashes just as entrancing as they used to be.

Sighing, I lean in and gently, almost feather like, peck his swollen nose - right above his gauze. He flinches, seemingly frightened of the pain to come, but then his eyes snap open and his lips curl into a small smile.

„I kissed it better.“ I smile back, unable to withhold that small courtesy. He won't remember anything anyway.

„But that's not where it hurts the most.“ He says quietly, shyly, his right hand lifting to his chest as he taps it lightly, the G on his hand making me wonder if the doctors seriously labeled him to tell which twin is which. But then I realize I'm just trying to distract myself from what's really the problem...does he say his heart hurts?

„Why, Gray?“ Am I going to hell for extracting some half truths from a guy high on painkillers? Probably.

„Cause I loved you. And I los-lost you.“ He stumbles over his words, clearly exhausted and slipping up.

„What about your girlfriend?“ I keep on asking, feeling my heart hammer inside my chest longingly. Even after everything, I still want him. There is a serious flaw in my code.

„Left her the same day.“ His hand tightens around mine ever so slightly as his voice wavers and I feel heat rush to my face.

„You never responded to any of my letters. You don't even wear my ring.“ He said sadly, his eyes flooding with tears once more as I realize there is something more to the story. He wouldn't be able to come up with these things in this state...let alone repeat them if they were a lie.

„Do you still...“ I pause, knowing this is bad and that I probably need professional help...this is like self harming – going to the same person who put a dagger in your heart expecting them to heal you...it's not how the world works. It always makes it worse, giving them a chance to twist the dagger and damage you further.

„I do still love you.“ A lump forms in my throat, my eyes falling to his hand on mine, watching his fingers rubbing up and down on my skin.

Leaning in once more, I press a kiss to his cheek this time around, resting my forehead on his for just a moment with my eyes closed and my heart undeniably open. Open as the stitches I hand-placed ripped open and let him in. God, I hate him for doing that again.

„All better.“ He whispers and I open my eyes, smiling softly at him before moving away and he lets me go as his eyes close shut.

Closing his door behind me, I run into Lisa who seemed to be waiting for me.

„So, what happened?“ She asked, Cameron walking down the hall from Ethan's room with her best 'better talk now' look.

„It paints your son in a bad way and I don't want to ruin the image you have of him. Deep down, he's a good guy who just did a really shitty thing.“ I shrug, trying to walk past them, but Cameron instantly blocks my path.

„Grayson lied about dating someone, while loving Y/N, so he slept with Y/N and then thought he got her out his system and Y/N found him the day after in here when he was going to fuck his girlfriend, when he then told her some bad stuff and then she left. And Grayson broke up with the bimbo and called Y/N all the time, wrote heartfelt letters cause she likes that shit and even bought her a gold butterfly ring in Barcelona and she never responded.“ Ethan's nasal, loopy explanation left us all with mouths agape and shocked, forcing Cameron to take him back again while Lisa looked at me with sympathy.

„He really did fuck up.“ Lisa said, making my eyes widen, nearly falling out of my head. I've never heard her cuss before and I'm not sure if I should laugh considering her exasperation with her boy's behavior, or cower in fright because if looks could kill, Grayson would be in big trouble.

„I just...don't understand. Both of them are loopy, but their story is the same. They both claim he tried to earn my forgiveness and make everything right...something doesn't add up.“ I frown, placing my hands on my hips as I cast my eyes to the floor in thought.

And then I remember.

„Shit!“ I exclaim, turning to Cameron who just returned.

„I'll be back soon, I think my roommate did this. She always had a thing for Grayson and she's been wearing this golden butterfly wing that matches what both of them said.“

Running out, I go straight home. I did borrow Grayson's Porsche...serves him right. But, an hour of fighting and a 'if you don't give the ring back, you will lose a finger too' threat, I had all the letters on my bed and the ring on top. Each letter was comprised of my favorite movie quotes and a photo of us, his heartfelt apology and explanation why he chose just that photo with it. I didn't have time to comb through them all, wanting to be there when he wakes up.

I sat on his bed, waiting for him to wake up, just listening to him breathe as I read his letters slowly, carefully and with tears clouding my vision. He really did love me. He really was sorry.

But does he still feel the same?

„Pretty angel dream. I like it.“ Grayson's mumbling made me smile, making me wipe away the tears and face him.

„Hey, stranger. How are you?“ Laying down beside him, I rest my left hand, palm open on his chest and my head on his shoulder.

„Better with you here.“ His hand clasps mine, stopping short once he feels something unfamiliar. I see him looking down, his eyes softening as his face relaxed.

„You're wearing my ring.“ The endearing tone isn't lost on me, warming my heart as I snuggle into his neck and press a feather light kiss on his warm skin.

„I'm never taking it off.“

„Does this mean you forgive me?“ He questions, firmly clasping my hand now as if he's afraid of the answer he might receive.

„Only if you say you love me instead of writing it.“ I tease, feeling him tense up.

„I do. I do love you, but I might not remember this tomorrow and I want to tell you that sober.“ He rushed his words, undeniably making my anger dissolve entirely and my heart fall right back into his hands.

„But you just said it, and you said it earlier as well, so...just keep repeating it.“ I say quietly, ignoring my heartbeat going haywire at the prospect of us being more than just friends.

„I will. After all, you're both the girl I need and the girl I want.“

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